I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 385 The tiger enters the sheep's den

"Because we still have to make money from them. That's all these people can do. Haha."

Several people in the crowd laughed.

At the same time, the wizard standing in front of Owen also showed a sarcastic expression.

Seeing this, Miss Granger did not hesitate and immediately reached out to hold the hand of the boy next to her, fearing that he would suddenly become violent and take any drastic action.

Although they could not understand Arabic, they could tell from the sarcastic tone and laughter that those people seemed to be laughing at them.

However, to Hermione's expectation, Owen did not take action. He looked directly past the wizard and came to the gate of the mansion in the distance.

A middle-aged wizard came out and hurriedly walked towards them.

The person coming was none other than Nefer's father.

His face looked even uglier than it had been in the morning.

"Thank you for coming." He spoke in English, "Please come in."

The man had a stiff smile on his face. He kept his posture very low and said, "You can have something to eat first and wait in the living room for a while."

The two men he invited entered the mansion.

As for Owen, after he glanced at Merlin in the distance and the group of young wizards with strange tattoos on their bodies, he followed Mr. Tully towards the mansion.

Tsk—a familiar tattoo.

Saw it just now.

Owen chuckled. Looking at the man in front of him, his eyes were full of meaning.

After they walked a certain distance, Mr. Tully said, "It seems that you had a conflict with those little guys?

Miss Granger, you are kinder than I thought.

"I know you have the strength to defeat them, there is no doubt about it.

They-" Mr. Tully's tone paused for a moment, then lowered his head, glanced down at Hermione, and continued: "They are just spoiled children. "

"I'm not angry about this, sir. I've also encountered wizards with very bad personalities." Of course Hermione was referring to the group of Slytherins, but after being cultivated by her for several years, those who dared to challenge her People have become extinct.

Now she meets people of her own age who look down upon her - speaking of it, she even misses them a little.

"I'm just" the little witch looked sideways at Owen beside her.

"what happened?"

"I'm surprised you didn't teach them a lesson," Hermione said with a smile.

"After fighting with God, I saw something clearly." Owen held the girl's hand and said flatly, "The essence of God is a cruel beast. It feeds on mediocre people and creates countless idiots just to Eat them, and only a few smart people will have a chance to climb to the top and stand on the back of the god, but he will never end trying to throw you off, and eventually, the god will succeed. There is no other way out.

But there are still people who are fighting against God, and they don’t know why. It’s really stupid. "

Owen said cruelly, "In addition, mediocre people will force those smart people to become like them, and they will not hesitate to use various means to pull them down and step them into the quagmire. It seems that they They can get rid of mediocrity and get rid of the fact of becoming food. They enjoy this.

So why should I get into trouble with a bunch of doomed foods? "

As he said that, the young man suddenly raised his head, a hint of joking flashed through his eyes, and then he said leisurely: "Mr. Tully, do you also want to become mediocre?"

Owen's voice was not loud, but when it reached the ears of the man in front of him, it felt like he had been hit hard.

He turned back slightly tremblingly, finally focusing his rare attention on Owen.

"Be careful! Be careful!" Owen said lazily, "Once you make a decision, you must suffer the consequences."

"You-" Mr. Tully's expression changed in a matter of seconds, from shock to horror to hesitation. But in the end, he returned to his normal state and said with a smile, "Just kidding.

The world is not that cruel. Gods and monsters are all made up in novels. How can such things exist? "

"Yeah - how can there be one!" Owen rubbed his neck, "Who knows, maybe there is."

He said in a joking tone: "But if you really do it, I will really kill you, along with this house and everything you cherish."

At this time, they had arrived in the living room. Without saying anything, Owen sat directly on the sofa, crossed his legs, stood on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, cupped his cheek with his palm, and looked at Mr. Tully with a half-smile.

Silence fell in the living room.

Miss Granger had no idea what was going on.

But she is definitely 100% on Owen's side.

So she sat directly next to Owen and also looked up at Mr. Tully. She didn't say a word, but quietly observed.

"Child, you are too nervous. Maybe you are in a strange place. Maybe you should try Egyptian black tea. It can relieve your tense nerves." He pointed to the tea on the table.

The steaming tea exudes an intoxicating aroma. It makes people want to take a sip.

"Okay! Why not." Owen picked up the tea and handed Hermione a cup along the way.

The ancient magic power on the fingertips pulsed slightly, and the tea caused a wave.

"Taste it," he said.

Hermione took the tea doubtfully, then smelled the fragrance in her hand, and then took a sip.

"It smells so good!" A refreshing smell flooded the taste buds, which was really nostalgic.

And when she was about to take a second sip, a strong, almost tsunami-like dizziness instantly defeated her will.

"boom!"

Hermione stood up suddenly and dropped the teacup in her hand to the ground.

A powerful magic power emerged from her body.

The dizziness made it difficult for her to draw her wand, so she could only try to cast spells without a wand.

As for the large-scale curse, she subconsciously chose which one.

Maybe it's because she's been practicing lately.

——Yuanliu·Extreme cold storm.

Ice crystals spread from her feet in an instant.

The steaming quilt was instantly frozen.

The table in front of him and the sofa beneath him were all pushed by extremely cold ice crystals, or squeaked and swayed due to thermal expansion and contraction.

The sound sounded terrible.

There is an illusion that the earth is shaking.

But - just for a moment.

Whether it is the long time required for the origin of magic to condense, or Miss Granger's current state, it is impossible for her to really release magic.

Like a kite with its string broken, she suddenly fell to the ground.

Then no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't resist the dizziness caused by the potion. His eyes seemed to be stained with glue, and he finally fainted on the floor between the sofa and the table.

"The soul is out of body!"

On the other side, there was also such a dropped teacup at Owen's feet, and the tea followed the cracks in the floor and gathered at Mr. Tully's feet.