I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 492 Hagrid’s Hut

"We - wizards and Muggles - are sitting on a powder keg. Any spark could set it off. And the result would be that both of us would be blown to pieces!"

Hermione said worriedly.

In the castle, no other little wizard was as sensitive about politics as she was.

The newspapers were full of articles about witch trials, which was very telling.

Ordinary people want to see fire and light, but the government is sometimes forced to follow the overwhelming public opinion.

Because those who go against the tide will be voted out of office.

“The situation is indeed getting worse and worse.”

Owen said.

He rubbed his chin and said, "I think this matter will have a result at least before Christmas."

"What's the result?" Hermione turned her head and her brown eyes fell on him.

"War!" Owen said flatly.

"Is it unavoidable?"

"If you can think of any other solution."

"I" Hermione stopped.

The blood of hundreds of thousands of people.

There is no alternative but war.

"Perhaps we should try to make it clear to the world that there are good and bad wizards, just as there are criminals among Muggles. I could write an article for the Daily Mail or the Guardian? Like we write for the Daily Prophet?"

"The Muggle world is much more complicated than the wizarding world." Owen shook his head. "The propaganda machine must serve the political forces behind it. How can a Muggle newspaper believe in wizards' stories?"

"But" Hermione paused, "Before, we were on the Hogwarts Express. You said that in the Battle of Berlin, in addition to defeating those Inferi, the main purpose was to deter Muggles. Didn't that have any effect?"

"Yes!" Owen said, "Hasn't this been a deterrent for more than two months?"

He smiled, looking somewhat reluctant, "Otherwise they would have started a war with the wizards right away. It's because they were afraid of your strength that they delayed it for so long."

"." Hermione's expression was a little confused. With her intelligence, she could certainly understand the reason behind it.

Can.

"Don't think about it." Owen reached out and held her somewhat cold hand, and said gently, "Sometimes, we have to admit that human power is limited, not all efforts will be achieved, and not all expectations will develop in the direction we expect.

From another perspective, a war between two races is not entirely a bad thing. At least after experiencing the war and facing the cruelty of war, peace can be maintained for the next thirty or forty years.

That’s how people are — it was true in both world wars.”

"You're right, Owen." Hermione said dazedly, "But I always feel that everything should be avoided. It should go in a better direction, not get worse."

"Okay." Owen held her hand and stood up. "Go out and relax. Don't keep thinking about this. If the sky falls, the tall people will hold it up first. These are things that Dumbledore, the president of the Federation, should consider. Why are you worrying about it!"

Today is Saturday.

The DA rally won't take place until tomorrow.

Today should be a day of relaxation.

Just like any other little wizard.

Enjoying the vacation carefree.

Miss Granger was somewhat reluctant to go out, but she couldn't persuade Owen.

The boy's hands were very strong and she couldn't break free. After a moment, she gave in to his wish.

The two walked through the winding and complicated corridor and left the auditorium tower.

If the sky outside the castle could be covered by a thick lead-gray curtain, it would be so heavy that it would seem to crush the entire world.

The drizzle was as fine as silk, falling silently, dyeing the earth a moist gray-blue.

The breeze carries the scent of dampness and earth, but it can hardly dispel the dullness and depression that permeates the air.

The mountains in the distance are looming in the rain and fog, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil.

A rainy day was about to come, and the wind grew stronger, blowing the raindrops diagonally away into the distance.

There were very few little wizards along the way, and the weather in October was already very cold.

That damp and cold feeling is like needles pricking your skin, making you feel uncomfortable wherever you go.

So most of the little wizards prefer to hide in the common room, sleep in or do homework.

Owen and Hermione arrived on the covered bridge.

Going further down the mountain is the road that leads to the Forbidden Forest on one side and Hogsmeade village on the other.

"Even the wind knows that a storm is coming!" Owen leaned on the guardrail. From here, he could see Hagrid's Hut in the distance and the Quidditch field on the other side.

Although it was raining, there were still teams training on the field.

From the red cloaks, you can tell that it is the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Hermione didn't say anything, but just looked into the distance with deep eyes.

She couldn't stop worrying.

A few minutes passed.

Suddenly, a few black spots flew over from the Quidditch field.

The black spots are getting bigger and bigger.

It's Harry and the others coming here.

"Training is over?"

Owen said as he looked at Harry who jumped from the Firebolt into the bridge very nimbly.

“Nice technique!”

"Haha, it's just so-so!" Harry laughed and wiped the rain off his face.

Hermione stretched out her wand and chanted a spell at Harry. Suddenly, a warm breeze blew, drying Harry's wet clothes and hair in just a few breaths.

"Thank you!" said Harry.

"It started raining suddenly."

"It was just a little rain just now, but now it's getting heavier. We have to stop training."

As he spoke, the other Quidditch players also came to the covered bridge.

Everyone greeted each other and hurried towards the castle.

On such a cold day, they really missed the fireplace in the lounge.

Ginny didn't stay either.

She said she was sticky, rain and sweat had seeped into her underwear, and she was going to take a shower.

Harry and Ron, two rough guys, didn't care. They felt refreshed after using magic to dry their clothes.

"Only you guys would train on rainy days," Irving said.

"So we've been champions for four years in a row," Harry said proudly.

There was no Quidditch event in the fourth grade because of the competition, and this year's competition has not started yet.

Actually, Harry did it. Since he joined the Quidditch team, he has never lost the championship.

But this is both an honor and a burden.

The more this happened, the more he feared that his winning streak would be broken.

So the training becomes more and more rigorous and diligent.

"That's true." Owen shrugged. Hufflepuffs weren't very interested in Quidditch anyway. Professor Sprout wasn't a big fan of Quidditch like Professor McGonagall was. All they had to do was try not to come in last in the game.

Every year he and Ravenclaw compete for first and second place,

Only in the third year did Ravenclaw manage to defeat Slytherin and take second place.

"Where are we going now?" said Ron, holding his broom.

"Hmm--" Harry stood on the covered bridge and looked into the distance, his eyes falling on Hagrid's hut.

"Perhaps, we could go see Hagrid and have a cup of hot tea."

"Uh," Ron said, suddenly a little nervous, "He's still mad at us because we didn't take his class."

"We've got to get this off our chest! Are we going to break up with Hagrid?" said Harry.

"All right!"

Ron nodded.

Then the group held up their wands, conjured up umbrellas, and then walked along the mountain road to Hagrid's hut.

"By the way, how is your relationship with Slughorn? Have you completed Dumbledore's task?" On the way, Owen suddenly talked about Slughorn.

It was also the letter from Grindelwald, and the reason for his speculation that Slughorn might know something.

"Not very good." Harry frowned and shook his head. "Every time I mentioned the things about Voldemort and Regulus decades ago, he would always change the subject."

“I tried many methods.”

"And now Slughorn is starting to push me."

"Honestly, we should just use Legilimency, simple and crude," Ron said bluntly.

"How can it be that simple?" Hermione said appropriately, "I think Slughorn must also be a master of Occlumency. He may not be as good as Professor Dumbledore, but he's not bad either. If he doesn't tell us, there's no way we can just pry open his head."

"Pry open his head" Harry glanced at Hermione and felt that the girl in front of him was quite scary.

"Old man." Owen curled his lips, "Sometimes I really envy dark wizards who can do whatever they want."

"What do you want to do?" Hermione immediately looked at the boy warily.

"Nothing - just a sigh."

"It's better to express your feelings," she said. "Slughorn is now a professor at Hogwarts. You are not allowed to be violent towards professors."

"What about Umbridge?" Ron interrupted.

"That's different!" Hermione responded irritably.

"What's different?"

"It's just different. What did she do? Have you forgotten?"

Looking at Miss Granger who had somewhat turned into a lion, Ron quickly stopped talking, "Uh - okay. You're right."

Hearing this, a girl who was in a bad mood suddenly froze and stared straight ahead.

Everyone hurriedly looked forward.

Bakar, the Australian white eye, was rolling around in the pumpkin patch outside Hagrid's yard, catching beavers that were running around.

Owen suddenly felt resentful. He looked down at his feet, found a stone, and threw it over.

The stone tore through the wind, squeezed away the rain, and hit the wild dragon's head.

The sound of "bang" in life is like hitting pig iron.

Bakar, who was suddenly attacked, immediately raised his head, spread his wings, exposed his sharp teeth, and glared forward with a pair of jewel-like eyes like stars.

"Why are you hitting it?" Hermione glared at Owen and then waved at Bakar.

The next second, the dragon flapped its wings and flew into Miss Granger's arms like a feather arrow.

"Hmph - I'm just unhappy." Owen said.

"Where's Shilok? Where did the wild cat go again?"

"It's in our common room. It's very well behaved." Hermione immediately defended the little white cat, "I didn't take off the restraint collar for it, so it can't run away from Gryffindor Tower."

"Yes!" Harry continued. "I've never seen such a lazy cat. It can sleep twenty hours a day."

"Maybe..." Hermione said while teasing Buckle, "We should let it go out for a run properly?"

"Let it go out and you won't see it this semester." Owen said immediately.

"We still have to let it go for a walk. Can't we have freedom? Why should we restrict a cat?" Hermione walked to Hagrid's pumpkin patch, placed the dragon in her arms on a pumpkin, and then rummaged in her waist pocket.