I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 92 I solemnly swear that I was never responsible for this.

"I think the moonlight is thick tonight, you should go to rest." The old headmaster waved his robe, and in the next second, he directly Apparated and brought Owen to appear in the Hufflepuff common room.

"By the way, you also need to hand in that notebook, and write a [-]-word character analysis report on the character Vincent. Send it to my office on Monday."

"Squeeze! You are squeezing the little wizard!" Owen howled angrily, "That is the fruit of my labor!"

"Yeah! You're right!" Professor Dumbledore nodded, as if he recognized Owen's contribution, and immediately said, "Hufflepuff adds twenty points."

Say it!The whole person apparated and disappeared.

"knock!!!"

Could it be the headmaster who can Apparate casually in the academy?

If you don't follow the rules you set yourself, how can you educate people in the future and how can you convince them?

Woo hoo - words don't count. I promised to catch people's pets, but now it's better, I didn't catch anything, and I got a tough job!

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That night!

The air of Hogwarts seemed to be filled with Owen's unwilling resentment.

In the morning, Justin woke up from his sleep.

The blurred eyes have not yet been fully opened.

A chill went straight to his forehead.

In an instant, all his sleepy creatures were slapped to death.

The spirit of the whole person was lifted.

Because he saw that Owen was sitting on a table and chair by the window, writing and drawing something.

Mainly his smile.

Secretive and sinister.

Every time he makes a look like this, nothing good happens.

"Owen~" Justin shivered as he wrapped the quilt tightly.

"Oh~ you're awake." Owen stood up slowly, the muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, he wanted to hold back his smile, but it was difficult to hide the marks on his cheeks.

"Take a good rest these days." Suddenly he said inexplicably.

"You—what are you going to do?"

"Hehe." Owen smiled stiffly, but didn't say much, but left the bedroom straight away.

Time to enter October.

The weather is getting cooler.

The cold wind from the Atlantic Ocean began to hit this small island hanging overseas.

The temperature plummeted.

The auditorium was lit with torches.

However, that little bit of heat alone was not enough to cover the entire hall.

The little wizards all huddled up, because the steaming pumpkin juice in front of them could provide them with some warmth.

"Halloween, what are you going to do?"

At Hufflepuff's dining table, Harry suddenly ran over, "Nick invited us to his [-]th death anniversary party."

"Interested in participating?"

"You agreed?" Owen raised his head and asked, holding a chicken leg in his mouth.

"Yes! I think it will be very interesting." Harry replied with some hope.

Although it sounds weird to participate in the death day, but 500 years! 500 years!

500 years of vicissitudes

The stubborn stone is also covered with moss!Mossy!

Ahem - there are wizards who live 500 years.

Should be fun!

"Hehe, then I wish you a good time."

"Aren't you going?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, he originally thought that Owen would be very interested in something quite 'interesting' like this.

"It's been busy lately," he said.

Then he patted the inexplicable red stain on his trouser legs.

"What have you been doing lately?" Hannah took the conversation aside, she reached out and patted off a feather of an unknown bird on Owen's shoulder.

Then he looked at him seriously.

Hmm, there seems to be no sound coming from Ravenclaw recently.

"I'm working as a coolie for Dumbledore!" Owen grieved and bit the chicken leg on the dinner plate viciously.

"Dumbledore?" Ron also came over at this time.

"I haven't seen the principal for a long time. What are you busy with?" He glanced at Owen's dusty body and asked in confusion.

"Busy? Hehe."

"I--"

Just when Owen was about to speak, suddenly the door of the auditorium was pushed open roughly.

The cold wind poured in directly.

Just as the little wizard who was near the gate opened his mouth to greet his parents, the little wizard who was walking falteringly, as if he had been greatly frightened, staggered and fell down.

Then he got up again with difficulty.

"Corridor, corridor on the second floor, someone was killed!"

After all, he rolled his pupils and fell straight down.

The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, quite reminiscent of Professor Quirrell's style back then.

Quiet—the sudden news made the entire auditorium quiet.

After a while, the noisy voice sounded, screaming!Cry!The crisp sound of the plate falling to the ground.

The scene was chaotic in an instant.

On the professor's seat, Professor McGonagall got up immediately, and rushed out with a solemn expression.

The rest of the professors also changed their expressions one by one, and left the auditorium with Professor McGonagall.

As for the little wizard, Harry Rude Potter immediately put down the pumpkin pie in his hand and followed him with a quick stride.

Immediately, many little wizards who didn't know the truth surrounded each other and flocked to the second floor.

The incident took place very close to the auditorium.

It's next to the spiral staircase, at the entrance of the second floor, in the corridor in front of the transformation classroom.

A gray-faced, stiff, and lifeless second-year wizard was suspended in mid-air. His limbs hung down naturally, and his neck was raised high, as if he was suspended by something.

And on the wall just a foot away from him, a red handwriting that looked like blood was particularly eye-catching.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened!"

"Those who are enemies with the heir, be vigilant!"

"My God!" Professor McGonagall, who was the first to arrive, exclaimed.Then with a quick flick of his wand, the poor child was freed.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Is it really dead?"

"Are you blind? Didn't see him like that."

The crowd that crowded over was chattering and noisy.

"The Chamber of Secrets? The Heir? What's that?" Maybe the first graders were used to watching life and death, and Harry and Ron Hermione quickly recovered from the shock.

"Do you know Owen?"

As Hogwarts' famous humanoid encyclopedia, Owen is naturally Harry's preferred search tool.

"Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, Granger is the heir, Slytherin is her enemy, it's that simple!"

"That's enough, Owen, don't joke at this time!" Hermione glared at him ferociously like a little lion.

"Cut." Owen pulled it out, his hair was a little messed up, and there was a trace of red paint on his fingertips.He flicked it with some disgust, "Okay! It's actually Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Tom's successor, and Gryffindor is his enemy."

"That's enough, you're not finished!" The little witch was really angry this time, she was so disappointed that he could be so frivolous in front of other people's corpses even though someone had already died.

"??? What's wrong with this world. No one will believe the truth!"

Why is there no Association for the Protection of the Rights and Interests of Underage Wizards in the wizarding world?

Owen angrily denounced a certain Ministry of Magic official.