I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 9 Avada!Guaranteed bright meat quality! (Please read~~~)

Early Saturday morning.

Owen is woken up by Hufflepuff's prefects.

The Hufflepuff common room is located in the underground building of the castle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.The design style of the basement follows the characteristics of the college itself, with the main colors being yellow and black.

Although it is in the basement, that is also relative.

Because the high ground where Hogwarts Castle is located is not smooth.

So their lounge has a side where the sun can shine.

Slytherin living in a dungeon is truly miserable, with no sunshine throughout the year, and next to the Black Lake.

Just thinking about Owen's bones hurts.

Fortunately, the second week didn't start with Slytherin.

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The dormitory beds are also very different from Slytherin's.

It looks like a big pumpkin, with tree trunks standing at the four corners. Grapevines are entangled with each other on the trunk, woven into a green bed curtain.

The gaps between the leaves are dotted with flowers of various colors.

This is of course not a plant, but made of a magical material.

It retains the artistic conception of plants, but it exudes heat warmly.

"Huh? Is there a letter from me?"

Owen, who was sitting on the bed, looked up and saw a message hanging on the bed curtain decorated with flowers.

It was not a normal letter because there was no envelope.

Just a simple parchment folded over his bed curtain.

"It's time for Owen to go."

The moment he took off the letter, Justin's voice came from his ear.

"Well, right away." He didn't have time to check, and stuffed the creed into the pocket of the coat on the bed.

Then with a wave of his hand, the grapevine stretched its body and slowly crawled away.

Suddenly a ray of morning sun shone down.

Shining brightly.

After a brief wash, Owen let the little wizards in the dormitory get through a round wooden barrel and came to the Hufflepuff common room.

In the lounge - warm and abundant sunlight pours in from the round windows.

Greenery hangs from the low ceiling.

In the center of the room is a table in the shape of a pumpkin.

The soft snacks and sweet tea have never been interrupted.

The warm aroma of food filled the entire lounge.

Other Hufflepuffs dare not promise, but her students will never go hungry.

"Owen, sit over there."

A circle of armchairs, Prefect Truman is sitting in the middle of the crowd.He pointed in Justin's direction and said.

"This is just a simple freshman party. Please relax, everyone."

After everyone was seated, Truman got up and began to introduce: "This is a Hufflepuff tradition. There will be a freshman party in the first week of the new semester. Everyone introduces themselves to each other, such as skilled spells, and tricky spells. Forget it, let’s get to know each other better. You can also talk about the problems you have encountered at Hogwarts in the past week, and I will give you the correct guidance."

Um!This is so Hufflepuff!

Owen shrugged, then picked up a licorice pumpkin pie from a side table and took a bite.

It's Hufflepuff therapy time.

Hmm, I like speech therapy the most.

After the prefect Truman took his seat, the little wizards gradually relaxed and began to introduce themselves one by one.

From family, to interesting stories about magical explosions when I was a child, to a few little evil spells I have mastered.

Everyone talked endlessly, and slowly an indescribably warm atmosphere spread.

Owen was finishing his breakfast while listening.

Suddenly surprised to find.

It turns out that there are quite a few pure-blood wizards in Hufflepuff!

The pure blood he was referring to here was a family whose parents were wizards, not blood.

Most of their parents were middle or lower ranks in the Ministry of Magic or other international wizarding organizations.

It can be said that the battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor is about the upper level of the wizarding world, and the majority of the British wizarding world is actually Hufflepuff.

This is the real crowd!

No wonder Slytherin lost in the end, because Hufflepuff, representing the majority, sided with Gryffindor.

Voldemort is unpopular!

The brief introduction lasted for half an hour.

After Justin finished introducing his Muggle family, it was finally Owen's turn.

"It's time for Irving." Truman deliberately put him at the end because he was worried that Irving would do something wrong again.

Think about the scene during the sorting, how much time was wasted.

"Oh, okay." Putting down his teacup, Owen cleared his throat and said, "I'm probably a mixed race, my mother is a wizard, and my father is a Muggle, well, this is what I guessed from the records of the orphanage I'm in. the result of."

"I should have been born in Paris, France, and was brought to England by my grandfather when I was four or five years old."

"What, Owen, are you an orphan?" Justin next to him asked in disbelief.

Not only him, many little wizards looked sideways.

In fact, it has long been rumored in their circle that Owen is a descendant of an ancient pure-blood family, otherwise how could he be so arrogant and domineering?

I really didn't expect his life experience to be so tragic!

"Well, my grandfather and I are not related by blood. If you want to say that I am an orphan, that's true." Owen spread his hands and said indifferently.

"I"

Many young wizards had looks of shame on their faces, and they even slandered the poor man.

Among the girls, Hannah's eyes were a little moist.

Thinking of Owen's surly behavior at Hogwarts - well - it must be that he was bullied in various ways when he was young, which led to his current personality.

--very pitiful!

They were about to burst into tears as they had already written a million-word heart-wrenching novel in their heads.

But Owen's next sentence directly shattered their tear ducts with a punch, and choked out any trace of sympathy.

"As for skilled magic - I like to eat big melons!"

Truman looked at Owen with black lines all over his face. Maybe other little wizards don't know what gnawing a big melon is. Could he, a sixth-year wizard, not know?

Death Curse, Unforgivable Curse.

That is the most evil magic!

"Ahem——Owen, stop joking."

Who would teach an 11-year-old wizard the death curse?

I guess he probably heard his grandpa brag about it!

"It's true, I never lie." Owen was a little annoyed, "Eating a big melon is very useful, it is the best magic spell I have ever seen!"

"Instant killing, there will be no wounds on the body. My grandfather often gnaws on some magical little beasts—animals, ordinary animals."

"Let me tell you, the quality of the meat will not be affected by the animals killed by chewing the melon. It is even more delicious than ordinary meat. It truly retains the original taste of the ingredients."

"I think every Hufflepuff wizard should master this spell!"

Deathly silence - the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

You better be talking about animals.

Truman was going crazy.

Listen - what is this speech from the prison department?

That grandpa of your family is definitely a dark wizard!

Who would perform a killing curse in front of a little wizard!

Rubbing his gradually swollen temples, Truman realized deeply that he should report this matter to the dean immediately, no!headmaster!

It should be reported to the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors should capture the dark wizard immediately and throw him into Azkaban!

"Ahem - Owen, do you know that if you use the Unforgivable Curse, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"I know!" Owen stared at the bright gray eyes, and nodded heavily, "If you don't get caught, it's fine!"

Well, I am too stupid and can only ask the editor to re-send a signing link on Monday. Sorry to those who have already invested~~~~