I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 382 British Ministry of Magic: Look - let me just say that I am a world power!

"Who else could it be? Who else has this ability!" Owen shook his head and looked at someone next to him with disdain.

"It's - quite cute." Hermione looked at Owen up and down, and then suddenly her expression turned unnatural.

He said in a weird tone, "I never realized that you are so beautiful!"

"No wonder."

"What's the wonder?" Owen asked with a straight face.

"No wonder so many boys write you love letters."

"???" Owen looked at Hermione, "Huh?"

It was true that some bastard was writing to him, but how did Hermione know? Damn it—could some idiot give her the letter and ask her to collect it?

"That's because you don't know," Hermione stared at Owen slyly, "As far as I know, Harry and Justin, especially the two of them, have done a lot for those - ahem - those who have The wizard of ideas comes up with suggestions, and Justin even compiled a booklet to record your daily actions and some of your favorite things. One book sells for two silver coins!"

"what?"

"I don't know!" Hermione continued triumphantly, "In the last month of the semester, he and Harry have been asking me how to cast the secrecy law on the paper so that the paper with the written words on it cannot be copied, and The person who signed the name cannot reveal that information.

At first I didn't know what they were going to do, so I told them about a curse that would disfigure the face of a wizard who betrayed information with a series of closely spaced purple pustules that spelled out "Informer" "this phrase. "

"Later, I was afraid that they would abuse this spell, so I made some inquiries, and then I found out this."

"???" Owen was confused, "Then what? After you found out, you didn't stop it?"

"Why stop it?" Hermione asked. The corners of her mouth rose quickly, "In the future, for every copy sold, Justin will give me a Silver Sickle. I'll take half!"

"Granger!!!" The irritated Owen glared at Hermione angrily, which seemed to satisfy some of the little witch's resentment. She grinned with satisfaction and drove away the worries she had been having for a while. Quite a few.

"Ara ala - I didn't expect you to be so popular in school." Merlin said with a wicked smile, fanning the fire.

And this made Owen stunned.

Welcome, welcome, uncle!

He took a deep breath, suppressed some of the resentment in his heart, then raised his head and said with a half-smile, "Miss Granger, where is the little witch who just confessed her love to you? Why didn't you see her?"

"I" This time it was Hermione's turn to be embarrassed and wanted to escape from here.

She pursed her lips, trying to explain something.

But the moment she opened her mouth, she guessed that the guy in front of her must know that she was innocent. The reason why he asked this was just to see her laugh, so no matter how she explained, he would definitely hit her from other places. of.

She simply didn't want to explain herself. After a moment of pause, Hermione blushed slightly and said bluntly: "I don't know where she ran away."

"Don't know?" Owen raised the corners of his mouth, "I still don't want to know."

"It's up to you." Hermione scolded him, "I'm tired. Now I have to go have lunch first, and then go back to my room to take a nap."

After saying that, she suddenly reached out her hand and dragged Owen, who only reached her waist, towards the hotel.

"Hey - I've already eaten. Why are you dragging me along?" Owen said jokingly, "Are we going to take a nap together? Okay, okay! Then - let's go quickly!"

In the restaurant, Merlin also sat over.

Then I ordered again from the menu I had just eaten.

Owen guessed that his current body should be some kind of energy body that can directly decompose matter, so no matter how much he eats, there will be no problem.

Whether this guy can taste it or not is still a question.

Now we are eating so much, not only wasting food, but also wasting money.

The most important thing is that I don't know why the service staff of this hotel are particularly interested in this guy, and they will come over from time to time to ask for help.

Food is also served in a variety of ways.

This made Owen suspiciously stop a wizard who was serving food.

The other person's answer almost made Owen jump over and bite the pink-haired man to death.

"This gentleman has just deposited twenty thousand gold galleons in our hotel." The waitress said with shining brown eyes.

Her smile was bright and warm, just like the weather in Egypt.

The clothes she wore were also quite bold, like an exotic dancer. Except for the ultra-short cloth covering her important parts, she was only wearing a light purple gauze scarf.

Her shoulders were exposed, showing off healthy skin and an elegant neck line.

The wheat-colored legs are exposed to the air. They are slender and full of muscle beauty. They are not skinny or fat. From the thighs to the toes, all parts are in perfect shape. It can be seen that they are the result of regular exercise.

Her feet were covered in black nail polish and a pair of hollow brown high heels made her figure taller and more graceful.

In short, the appearance of this waitress immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant. Her beauty, passion and bold outfits make it impossible to look away. However, her admiring eyes were only directed at Merlin, who was eating haphazardly.

"Your uncle, that's all my money! My money!!!" Owen's head went blank, and then he jumped up from his seat, stretched out his hands, and looked like he was going to strangle him.

"Oh - money - its value can only be reflected in circulation. This is a knowledge point of governing a country." Merlin reached out and flicked Owen's forehead, and then he seemed to be lifted by the air and stuffed back into his seat. superior.

"What a stingy guy." Merlin said angrily as he looked at the grinning Owen.

Hoarding money like a hamster.

This suddenly reminded him that in the past, during those lively days, there was also a money-loving knight who often stopped him and Arthur from spending money. However, he was a steady middle-aged wizard, not like this little guy in front of him. cute'.

Seeing that his money is probably not coming back.

Owen's lungs were so angry that he couldn't think of eating anymore.

They sat there sulking until Hermione suppressed her laughter and after lunch, they just left the restaurant.

Miss Granger really wouldn't sleep with him. An hour in the afternoon passed in peace.

In the afternoon, the sun that gradually sets in the west is not as fierce as noon.

Owen and Hermione went out.

Perhaps out of guilt, Editor Mei kindly allowed him to return to his fifteenth year.

Of course Irving wouldn't be grateful to him for this. He doesn't have Stockholm. Isn't it right for that guy to make himself smaller and then change back again? It would have been nice not to ask him to pay mental compensation.

The two held hands on the slightly cooler street and walked all the way from the East Market to the West Market.

We also visited the Pyramid of Khufu on the way.