I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 283 Dear, Granger

"Miss Granger, please date me!"

The auditorium fell silent for a moment.

The uproar stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked up and saw a tall, majestic-looking real man walking behind Miss Granger who was sitting on the Gryffindor bench.

He has short gray hair and black eyes.

Wearing a dark red robe and a fur cape draped over his shoulders.

This kind of magical robe, whose design is inspired by the traditional costumes of the Sla nation, can best accentuate the wearer's majestic figure.

What was different from his strong muscles was the shyness on his face, like a little girl's.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was holding a bouquet of delicate roses in his hand. He moved forward slightly and looked at the girl in front of him with expectant and deep eyes.

He didn't think the goblins could make any plan that was enough to fight Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, but the school under the magnifying glass couldn't tolerate a little dust.

Saying that, both of them laughed.

"Barty Cratchit, Barty Cratchit!" Sirius asked loudly, "Whose side is he on? I really wonder if he is a spy sent by Voldemort!"

Whether it is a Slytherin who left Hogwarts midway, never heard from him again, and dug holes for the future Hogwarts, or a Slytherin who never dealt with Slytherin for the rest of his life, although he has gone far on the path of magic, he has Gryffindor lacks smoothness and recklessness in dealing with people.

Hermione, who was thinking about the mystery, became furious.

But in the snow, the figure appeared like a shadow for a moment and then quietly disappeared.

Sirius looked sullen and said nothing.

In the Hufflepuff common room, the celebrations started again on the second day.

There are even some adult wizards.

"I'll go to the library to look up some information." Her eyes always avoided Owen's gaze.

Hermione also noticed Owen in front of the door at this time.

My grandfather——

That is a long book that can last a lifetime.

This is a new product from the milk tea shop. The taste is very complex, but the taste is very refreshing, like vodka with various fruits added.

When Owen said the first word, the expressions on the faces of the little wizards around him were not right.

It would be better if he wrote, but he was just dictating, and some words had no time to come out.

Their eyes were fixed on the little wizard from Durmstrang.

Especially yesterday, when Miss Granger shined.

"That's not a bad move." Ron praised, and then grabbed a handful of snacks given by the guy who confessed his love No. [-].

He held the quill with both hands helplessly, pretending to be writing something.

He blinked and said gently, "I can teach you for free!"

But Hermione just accepted the flower, sat down again with a calm expression, put the flower aside, and then began to immerse herself in the parchment.

On the other side, in front of the newly opened milk tea shop in Hogsmeade Village, the witch from Ilvermorny, Koatl, was sitting on a wicker chair in front of the door with a worried face.

Staring at her back.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. He had not been hit, and his expression was more of relief.

"Yes, they should be sold in front of the Gryffindor lounge. Only in this way can we really make money."

"That's right! Haha."

She suddenly understood why Durmstrang's wizard liked this kind of thing.

"Wait?"

"You know, he's been resurrected."

She showed a slightly apologetic expression, "I have no plans to fall in love yet." The girl's voice was solemn and her gentle and elegant posture reflected her unique and endearing qualities.

"Damn! Is it so greasy?" Gemini complained.

It should be caused by the alchemical prosthesis on the leg.

I am a sixth-year wizard from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry——

Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I have ever done -

What!

What is written here!

It's true that Hogwarts doesn't teach composition, so the cultural level of the young wizards is almost non-existent.

You are really brave - Harry and the others pursed their lips, looking at the boy with a tragic look.

——Dude, is there something wrong with the way you open it?

At this time, he was holding a large bouquet of golden unknown flowers and quickly came behind Miss Granger.

Koyatel didn't look up.

I come from a noble pure-blood family——

German Shepherd Strong's little wizard loves this flavor.

But this restaurant has no name, just a small workshop-like milk tea counter, but there is a long queue in front of it.

Hear Hermione's voice.The young wizards and Gryffindors around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Our Miss Granger is extremely charming."

But the words he wrote became shorter and shorter, until the last word could not be written, but there were thousands of words in my heart.

The cheeks are slightly red, but they are the most eye-catching confession.

The two of them left two lines of footprints in the snow.

When I think of you, I seem to see roses growing on the cliffs of the Scottish Highlands——

"It's hard for us to find any clues. If what you said is true, then hundreds of years ago, there should have been hidden trenches for various goblins near Hogwarts. For hundreds of years, no one has How could we find it so easily?"

Then Moody resumed his steps, and the two of them moved forward again, heading towards the castle in the snow.

Then, he looked at Hermione tenderly and gave her the flower in his hand, "At least please accept this." Then, with a smile on his face, as if he was ending his life, he left Gryffindor's house. table.

It was also her first time drinking.

Owen read a few sentences before he couldn't read any more.

"It's just the wrong person to confess to," Fred continued.

I have never seen that mountain forest. If you have the chance, please invite me——

<divclass="contentadv">"Harry, don't add any extraneous information!" Owen interrupted, "Write as I say!"

Involuntarily, he shifted his gaze to the portrait of Ms. Hufflepuff on the wall.

"Stay away from Grindelwald," he said.

"To Miss Granger——

————The snow is falling heavier in the sky.

At this time, Harry, who was watching the show, was innocently shot.

It was astringent, bitter, and spicy. When this complex taste exploded on her taste buds, even she, who had always had good tolerance, frowned.

The two were speechless to each other.

"Wow! This is simply the most romantic confession I have ever seen." Harry said enviously. He carefully stuffed the parchment in his pocket into his pocket, then looked up at Owen, "Why do you know so much?"

And Hermione's ears instantly perked up, the tips of her ears stained with crimson.

"Um - it's really immoral to read other people's love letters, so everyone must take me as a warning." As he said that, he quickly took the letter over and tore it open along the edge very naturally. envelope.

And just when she was about to have an attack, another little wizard suddenly appeared behind her.

Hearing the sound, Moody raised his head and looked slightly at Sirius beside him. This young man belonged to the Order of the Phoenix with him. Many years ago, he was still a vigorous boy with a sense of justice in his heart, although he was sometimes very stubborn. It was reckless, but he would never show such an expression or do such a thing at that time.

"But, I guarantee that someone will never forget it." Harry smiled evilly, motioned to the twins, and looked towards the door of the auditorium.

It's just snowing.They can stay in the castle and not go out.

Suddenly, a short creature in black robes walked out of the wind and snow. He opened his cloak and wore thick dragon skin gloves on his hands.

These are the little wizards who come here because of their reputation.

On the other side of the long table, the twins blinked at Harry, with a smile that everyone knew, "I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to fall in love yet." George imitated Hermione's voice and said greasyly, " God, that’s a good excuse, isn’t it?”

Hiss—such an affectionate look almost made Owen in front of the door think that the book was going to change its protagonist.

Then he turned around and walked away, leaving not a single cloud behind.

"Oh! This is so romantic." The praises of the twins came late but arrived.

Sure enough, she still wasn't suitable for this kind of drink.

When I think of you, I see the beautiful plains of Iowa—"

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"Then what should we do?" Sirius said angrily, breathing heavily.

It's like a dream has come true, I hope my youth will leave no regrets.

Today is a new day!

The heavy snow is expected to last four or five days.

Look at this letter, it's really a piece of gold on the outside, but it's a mess inside. I don't know how to write a letter, even if I have to spend some money, I can hire someone to write it. It doesn't cost a few Galleons, but my friend can only charge five at most! "

"From the front of the lounge, to the library, to the auditorium, this is already the fourth one." Harry replied.

"We plan to sell roses in front of Gryffindor." The twins looked at Owen funny.

Wearing a blue and raspberry-red robe, people knew its identity at a glance, the wizard of Ilvermorny.

After the energy was gone, Justin, Ernie, and Susan sat in armchairs, discussing what the next game would be.

Yes, the greatest!

Most of them are boys.

After saying that, Owen coughed lightly and gradually brought the atmosphere back together.

"Dear, Granger -

"Dear, Granger -

His face looked a bit unfinished.

Koyatel exhaled a thick breath, and then inadvertently took away the letter on the table.

There was a trace of complaint on his face.

For example - Weasley fireworks or something.

Time without your company is meaningless to me——

Very good at pretending.

The two of them looked at Harry, "Remember to get us a copy too, in case we need it!"

"Dumbledore should really be asked to cancel this competition." Sirius's stern face was full of worry, and Professor Moody was walking with him.

Because this may be the most useful thing Irving has taught him this year.

I'll go, you do it for real!

Harry quickly took a piece of parchment from Hermione's book and began to write down every sentence.

"Oh!" Harry nodded and solemnly added the sentence "The quiet mountains and forests of Yangzhou" after the redaction.

The moment he opened the letter, his hands were covered with bouquets of flowers, and the gilt font was full of classical charm.

"Oh! George, it seems we have to purchase a batch of roses. They will definitely be a big seller!" Fred said in a strange tone.

The distance between us makes me depressed——

It seems that she is still blaming Owen for privately increasing the difficulty of the game yesterday.

They needed quiet, the castle needed quiet, wizards all over England needed quiet.

"Do you have any ideas for making money?"

"There's a good show to watch." Gemini immediately showed a bad smile.

She glanced at the boy, then turned back and immersed herself in the parchment.

Water vapor blowing from the Atlantic Ocean is continuously transported to the Scottish Highlands.

"We should just rush into Gringotts and capture a group of goblins." The corners of Sirius' mouth raised slightly, revealing a cruel smile, "After a torture, you will know everything."

"Harry? He's not as rich as someone else. You're right, George." Fred said, nudging George's cheek with his elbow.

"Wait!"

"Tail?"

He gradually put down the letter.

After hearing the sound, Miss Granger, who lowered her head and continued writing something, said flatly, "Whatever."

"Goblins control the economic lifeline of the wizarding world. If you suddenly attack Gringotts, what will happen to the wallets of those bureaucrats? Will they use their own money to accompany you on adventures because of your hearsay rumors?"

Spend some quiet time without any surprises.

When he approached her, the boy very elegantly placed the flower on Hermione's stack of books, deliberately placed the rose further away from Miss Granger, and then said like a gentleman: "Sunday" Ann, my beautiful girl."

Sunny days will have to wait until January next year.

"Come on, Sanchez's small class has started again. Let me help this buddy polish it up."

"Okay, okay." He nodded, and then crossed out the sentence he wrote again.

However, this is not something difficult to accept for the little wizards.

Leave the cup of spicy food where it is.

I love you today, tomorrow; I will love you for the rest of my life—"

Immediately, the boy smiled slightly and looked at her with his hands on his chin, "Miss Granger, do you also need to write a love letter?"

Then the tone slows, lowering one pitch.

With just one glance, Hermione's cheeks turned red. She opened her eyes in panic, and her breathing became a little rapid.

Nothing is more important than you, and I will deeply feel it every day of my life——

"Hello miss. Here is a letter for you."

"." Not only him, but even the twins frowned frequently. Good guys, this seems to be the work of some Slytherins. They are not here for a blind date at all, but to sell goods.

On the other side of Hogsmeade, two people were walking quickly in the snow.

The laughter carries a strong sense of fun.

That figure has an indescribable charm.

With the autumn wind blowing off the green leaves, the fields are filled with the joy of harvest, and the tone of golden autumn slowly comes.

Instead, he showed an ordinary look.Then, she slowly put down the sheepskin scroll in her hand.He stood up and faced the boy and said, "I'm sorry."

Under her chin was a glass of clear drink.

Everyone was noisy all night, and if they didn't have classes the next day, Owen estimated that they would have to celebrate at least half the night.

He said tactfully, and at this moment, he also discovered that a certain little witch with bright eyes was secretly looking at him.

"Because-" Owen blinked at him, "My brother's IQ is two pounds higher than yours."

"Don't just write 'Plains of Iowa'. That stupid kid is an American. He is stupid and you are stupid too, right?" Owen picked up the letter and hit Harry on the head, "Use your brain!"

After hearing about making money, the next second, Owen appeared behind them.

"You can put this letter away. They are all memories of youth. When you look back decades later, you will definitely find it interesting." As he said this, Owen began to read the contents of the letter.

What a unique thing this is.

Or maybe it only valued wisdom and did not screen other qualities, causing Ravenclaw to become the academy with the second largest number of dark wizards. In his later years, Rowena was hit hard by the death of his daughter and died early.

According to the current situation, Hogwarts still looks hot, but in fact it is in a huge crisis.

Because of this, they have more fun to watch.

"casual?"

Except for Merlin, who is comparable to a god in the wizarding world, Ms. Hufflepuff's achievements as a 'mortal' are far higher than those of the other three founders.

How can they write any decent sentences?

He coughed lightly.

The weather will not be very good throughout December.

It was as if he had never been here before. If it weren't for the letter on the table, there would be nothing to prove that someone had ever delivered a letter to her here.

"We don't even know if our enemies exist now. What else can we do except wait?" Moody whispered, "We can only wait and wait for them to take action. Only in this way can we have a chance to catch their tail."

A kind of chic temperament, if he faced not Miss Granger, but any other little witch of Hogwarts, they might be deeply fascinated by his temperament.

"call--"

"I know, you are so good, I"

"It's not important whether it's cliché, what's important is the content!" Owen put his head against his head, took a sip of pumpkin porridge, and said to Miss Granger, "Can I take a look?"

Then they watched the golden flower suddenly begin to deform, as if shrinking, and turned into a letter, a letter branded with flowers and written in gold letters.

But when she reluctantly swallowed the mouthful, the aroma rising from her throat was very surprising.

"I've been looking for half a month, but there's nothing."

my father--"

"But writing love letters is still too old-fashioned." Gemini gave different opinions. As masters of pranks, if they were allowed to express their love, they would definitely create something different.

That was the fifth confession brother.

"What number is this?" Ron picked up a pack of multi-flavor beans on the seat, opened it and grabbed a handful.

"He's on the side of power, Black!" Moody suddenly stopped, his magic eye whirling around, constantly zooming in and out to focus, and located in front of the milk tea shop. He stared at it for a long time, but found nothing. "Don't ever say that name again!"

At this time, the tournament is being held, and as long as there is a slight accident, Hogwarts' reputation will be tarnished.

But the little wizard also has two people who have fun, and that is the twins.

It seems like - I am the protagonist?

As for Miss Granger, who was involved in all this, she didn't seem too surprised.

"Change it to 'the magnificent mountains and rivers of the Scottish Highlands'; of course this is written about Granger, and Miss Qiu may be more receptive to 'the quiet mountains and forests of Yangzhou'" Owen said whitely to this group of little wizards who suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated.

But reputationally.

Various legends about Hogwarts were recorded there. Even when she was thinking about Weasley's secret treasure, she was also looking for the locket in the golden egg.

"This is the stupidest love letter I have ever seen." He complained. "Why did you mention your father and your grandfather in the first chapter? It's really stupid."

"Make money?"

"."

"Huh?" Harry, who was lying on his back again, straightened up, "He even wrote a love letter to my mother?"

"Selling flowers?" He found a seat and sat down, "Then why not sell them in front of Ravenclaw? The Savior will definitely pay for them all."

As soon as Owen finished speaking, the twins became interested. They looked at Owen jokingly, "If it were you, what would you write?"

"Impossible, Barty Crutchie wouldn't agree." Moody said gruffly. Compared to Sirius, one of the footprints behind him was deeper and the other was shallower.

"Hi, Harry!"

Then Miss Granger could sit still no longer.

We all know that Helga Hufflepuff was the greatest wizard of his time.

He casually placed a letter with a strange fire seal in front of her.

He retracted half of his foot, thought for a moment, and stepped in again.

"Slytherins don't write love letters like this." Just as the two of them were complaining about some Slytherins, Owen suddenly said loudly, and then revealed a shocking revelation, "Professor Snape writes love letters. A master! You didn't see what he wrote to Harry's mother - Zizhen - but it's a pity that he didn't have the courage to send it out."

It's like this when you're near the sea. It rains or snows endlessly and the temperature is horribly low.

"Who are you writing to? Angelina?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Everyone has a different personality, so the focus of your writing will be different. Hey - I suddenly found a way to make money!"

And Owen, who finally had some free time, began to think carefully about the test of his succession.

"Me?" He raised his eyebrows.

This kind of crisis is not a crisis for the whole school like the secret room.

"Oh!" Harry touched his head and crossed out 'Plains of Iowa'.

After that, he began to devote himself wholeheartedly to the battle to eliminate today's breakfast.

She didn't know why she was angry, but she was very angry.

"More than that! There are dozens of letters!" As he said that, he lowered his head and looked at the one in his hand. "Last time Dumbledore - forget it, it doesn't matter.

The two men were whispering to each other, looking forward to Hermione agreeing.

"Oh?" Hearing the sound, the twins turned their heads and saw Owen walking in and out of the foyer.

After encountering the cold vortex, a strong snow belt formed over Hogwarts.

At this time, there was light snow in the sky.

She stood up in a panic, holding up the book next to her. She didn't even bother to pick up the silver cup that she knocked down when she stood up, as fast as a butterfly escaping.

Lady Helga Hufflepuff was real, dedicating her life to Hogwarts until death finally came.

In historical evaluation, her ultimate achievement far exceeds that of the other three founders.

Even far ahead.