I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 81 I Am Your Big Brother!

Chapter 81 I am your big brother!

"I am, sophomore Owen Sanchez."

"I'm here to remind you."

The dark belt guy is full of aura.

Owen glanced at the group of clear and stupid freshmen and continued: "We senior students are your best—Big Brother!!!"

"If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask us, and we will tell you kindly."

"Now, please introduce yourself, everyone, please introduce your original school and name, starting with you!" He pointed to a wizard on the far right.

"I -" The little wizard who was named stood up in confusion, and then whispered shyly: "I am from England, Greater Manchester County, and my name is Domingo Myers."

"No energy!" Justin, who was finally able to show off once, shouted with all his might, "I can't hear you."

"Again!"

"Not at all! Say it again!"

"Can't hear you! Do it again, you still want to hang out in Hufflepuff with such a low voice!!" Owen followed up.

"I——I'm from Greater Manchester, and my name is Domingo Myers." The little guy who had never seen such a formation quickly stood up straight, raised his head, and blushed.

"Okay! Very energetic! Next!" Owen nodded approvingly, and then glanced at the next witch.

"My name is Carleen Cabrera and I'm from Ireland."

"Can't hear clearly!"

"Can't hear, the sound is too low!"

"Do it all over again!!!" Surrounded by the seniors who entered the scene in a second, they shouted in unison.

Their expressions were excited, and their eyes flashed with the green light of people having fun.

They figured out Owen's little routine in a second.

It is conceivable that in the near future, this fun will be combined with Hufflepuff's nascent tradition and passed on forever.

"I..." the little girl was so frightened by everyone that she almost burst into tears.

But the inexplicable campus violence made her dare not answer, so she could only shout loudly with a trembling voice: "My name is Carleen Cabrera, and I am from Ireland."

"Okay! Next!"

Owen shouted loudly, and Kallen Cabrera sat down hastily.

And the happiness that belongs to their senior year has just begun.

Hufflepuff has always been a place where freshmen gather.

The fun continued until lunchtime, when it was barely over.

Except the freshmen.

Every Hufflepuff had a smile on his face.

Until Professor Sprout heard the news and came

then

Owen happily mentioned his first detention in second grade and the penalty of one point deducted from all the senior wizards present.

Alas—it's detention again, and I don't care at all.

Owen pouted, like a hero, and waved to greet the other big brothers when Professor Sprout wasn't paying attention.

My buddy is going to drink tea in the greenhouse.

Hey—those miraculous plants are all very valuable, and Professor Sprout is easy to talk to, but it's no problem for him to take a few of them casually.

Thinking about it this way, this is a punishment!

Properly purchased.

There are many mandrake seedlings growing in Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

Remember last semester?

The only mature mandrake that the professor brought in from a long distance has been turned into fly ash under Voldemort's spell.

After the incident, Professor Sprout lost his temper and said he must find the grass thief.

It's a pity that the whole Hufflepuff helped search for a week, but they didn't find any suspicious candidates.

Because the most suspicious, the professor ruled it out from the beginning.

In Professor Sprout's original words: "Although Owen's child is mischievous and mischievous, I believe he will never steal. He is not that kind of person."

The inexplicable trust really moved Owen.

then

He returned half of the fourteen herbs he had stolen last semester.

Woo hoo - I'm so emotional, I won't say anything anymore, I'm going to cry for a while first.

"Remember to go back and write an observation diary about Baixian, six inches." After finishing the greenhouse planting trip, before leaving, Professor Sprout had a cold face, and he jumped towards Lelehehe, as if he was liberated Said the normal Owen.

"Ah! Six inches!"

"Seven inches!"

"Oh! I mean, no problem professor, I'll hand it in next week."

"The day after tomorrow!" Professor Sprout continued with a straight face.

"The day after tomorrow. I don't have time! I have to go back and write my fantasy novel." Owen muttered and opened his eyes wide. A pair of shiny gray eyes reflected the figure of Professor Sprout.

He tried to get away with being cute.

"Tomorrow!" The professor said firmly.

"(ˉ▽ ̄~)Tch~~" Seeing that he couldn't get any benefits, he had no choice but to pout and run away.

"This kid." After the figure of a kid disappeared into the greenhouse, Professor Sprout stretched out a smile again on his face.

Although the child has a bad personality, he is extremely talented.

Arguably, the best student she ever taught.Maybe in the future, she can also train a student who can change the magic world.

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Professor Sprout over there dreams of his students changing the world.

The students here, Owen is creating a brand new world with his hands.

— March 1950, 11.

——Today, the great devil Grindelwald has another henchman.

——It’s a witch named Mona Prout, who is good at using the bright biting cabbage herbal medicine witch. I dueled with her today, but my magic (acting cute) didn’t work at all, and her monster bit me hard on the knee. .

I dragged my body back to the common room alone.

——I dare not go to the campus hospital. I heard that the head nurse of Hogwarts, Bea Frey, is also from Grindelwald. They often secretly remove the livers of young wizards to experiment with some evil and heinous things. of magic.

I don’t want to wake up without a kidney.

——I want to transfer schools, but I heard that other magic schools in Europe are more cruel than Hogwarts. I want to drop out, but——where can I go?Hogwarts is already the only pure land in this world, outside, it may be a hundred times crueler than here.

I have nowhere to go.

The Order of the Phoenix doesn't want me either, they despise me for being too weak.

what can I do?

What else can I do!

I want to die in such a world! ! !

write it.

Owen took the chicken blood that had been prepared, pretended to be sad and angry, and stuffed it all into the notebook in one breath.

Cut-wrist!This is imitation cut-wrist.

Qiuqiu is the great savior, Senior Tom please give me some feedback!

Meimen!

Maybe God really heard his call.

Perhaps it was because Merlin really couldn't stand it, this snake-skinned kid ruined his reputation.

In short, Owen's writing in the past two months has finally begun to change.

They became lighter and lighter, and in the blink of an eye, all the words disappeared.

Then, a clearly audible sentence appeared on the title page of the diary.

"Hello, Vincent."

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle."

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