I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 91: My dramatist, the old naughty principal

But then Owen's apology changed.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts in the first place, if I hadn't come to Hogwarts, my grandpa wouldn't have left me, if my grandpa hadn't left Me, then I should be around the world or in Beauxbatons, Durmstrang by now."

"If it's Karkaroff, with his IQ, using the PPT I drew—ah, no—the promotion plan for the School of Magic, he can catch up with Beauxbatons in three years and beat Hogwarts in five years. It's the president of the student council."

Owen is still very experienced in this area. Back then, he was a fool to tutor and become a professor, and his junior mentor chased academicians.

"Hehe——" Facing Owen's little mischief, Professor Dumbledore showed a kind smile.

For some reason, Owen only felt a little pain in his calf.

Coupled with the professor's sharp eyes, he was decisive and closed his mouth immediately.

Should not be!

This set of empty PPT that I have taught as a professor for three years and as an academician for five years can cure all diseases!

At that time, Xiaodao had a fever of 39 degrees. He called and said that there were several peaks in the experimental data that were not right. After 10 minutes, Xiaodao appeared at the door of the laboratory.

I was breathing heavily, and my cold was mostly gone. (Actually, I was afraid that he would damage the experimental machine)

"You!" Professor Dumbledore stretched out his hand and patted Owen's little head a few times.

She looked at him with some relief.

As expected of the child brought out by that man,

"Your set, someone told me about it 60 years ago."

"Ah~" For a moment, Owen's eyes lost their brilliance. Of course he knew who the other person Professor Dumbledore was referring to.

Suddenly, there was a trace of sadness in his heart that was both Shengyu and He Shengliang.

Grandpa!

You blocked all the roads! ! !

Look again, the huge magic material in front of you - the basilisk.

His heart bleeds!

Take it out and buy it, at least a hundred thousand galleons.

After all, the basilisk is too rare, and coupled with Slytherin's gimmick, as long as he uses his cerebellum to come up with an [-]-word essay, the value of this basilisk can be at least dozens of times higher.

Those pure-blood families don't want to squeeze their heads to snatch them!

"Hey, professor, I suddenly have a question." Owen suddenly raised his head because I couldn't get it and wanted to disgust other people's ideas: "No matter how you say it, Salazar Slytherin is also the founder of Hogwarts Well, since the basilisk he left behind is in the castle, it should be the property of the school, not an individual."

"So, if you kill the basilisk, does that count as vandalism?"

"I'm the principal." The old principal took it for granted, and he didn't realize his mistake at all. "Of course I have some privileges."

"But since you say it's public property, I can't give it to you."

"Ah?" Waiting for me across the digging hole!

I am not telling you that you will never find the secret room in your life.

That is to say, the old man does not speak snake language.

However, since the Chamber of Secrets leads to the sewers of Hogwarts, as long as he drills every sewer, he can always find the right direction.

Hey~ Coincidentally, he knew a secret passage leading to Hogwarts, right at the bottom of the Black Lake, which seemed to be a sewer.

"But what you said is not unreasonable." Professor Dumbledore, who was worried about Hogwarts, frowned slightly.

It has to be said that since the advent of the era of peace.

This year's young wizards really regressed more and more.

In the dark age of Voldemort, although the war was cruel, it also inspired the enthusiasm of young wizards to study in school. At that time, Hogwarts graduates were at the dueling hall level per capita.

Like disarming spells, petrification spells, shattering spells, armor spells, apparition, and other standard defense against the dark arts spells, which one is not mastered with a high degree of proficiency.

There are even a large number of students who try to create charms spontaneously.Professor Snape is one of the best.

Harry's father, a four-man Marauder Squad, and a Transfiguration master per capita.

What level of transformation are Animagus?

The magic that can throw the big melon out of eighteen streets.

In that era, those who were not proficient in mastering these standard defense against the dark arts spells could lose their lives.

Look at the little wizards now—there are many seventh graders who can only cast half-baked armor spells.

Only those who are determined to take the exam—young wizards who are preparing to join the Ministry of Magic as Aurors—will practice these spells to a proficient level.

"I suddenly had a good idea." The old headmaster glanced at the basilisk that had become a magic material, and suddenly his blue eyes lit up.

Behind the half-moon glasses, a sly light flashed.

"???"

professor!How did you steal my lines!

"This requires your cooperation."

"Me?" Owen pointed at himself, "You don't want me to continue to intimidate the little wizard, do you! If I can't do it, they are threatening to beat me. If this continues, I will become a public enemy of Hogwarts."

It's no good, fuck it!

"Well—there is no one for this year's Academy Special Contribution Award. Alas—I don't know what happened to Mr. Lucius this year. He suddenly donated a large amount of money to the school this month. I plan to take part of it as a bonus." The old principal said leisurely.

"Ahem, that professor! Have you underestimated me? Am I the kind of person who would be moved by petty gains?" Owen slapped his chest hard until he coughed. He said, "The main reason is to contribute to the school. My grandfather taught me since I was a child that children from poor families should start their own families early—no—to contribute more to the wizarding world."

"Now that the opportunity is in front of me, I will seize it tightly and rebuild the glory of Hogwarts. It is my duty!"

"It seems I haven't told you yet, what are you going to do?" Dumbledore stared at Owen with a kind face, who kept acting cool.

"I understand, professor, I understand!" Owen smiled funnyly, "I will contact Hagrid right away, and I heard that he has got a new batch of pets."

"No, no, no, that's not enough." As he said that, the old principal slowly leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Er—is it too much? You are a bit extreme, professor!"

"I feel good."

"Do you know that you are suspected of stirring up disputes in the academy?"

"I think proper competition is good for the growth of little wizards."

"No—I mean, you may be greeted graciously by the parents of the students."

"It's all for Hogwarts!" the old headmaster said righteously.

If it weren't for the cunning flashing in his eyes, Owen would really have believed his words.

"Ahem, Professor Dumbledore, this plan."

As he said that, Owen suddenly showed a strong sinister smile, "I like it so much, hehe!"

"So, for my service to the Academy! Can you get me some basilisk venom? Not a gallon more!"