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Fox, who was sleeping, looked at Owen for a while, and finally turned back to Dumbledore calmly, "I know what I want, and once I get what I want, I will think it is enough - at least in the most important part Come on." Tom withdrew his hand from knocking on the low table, his straight body leaned forward slightly, he slowly held a smile, and stared straight at Dumbledore, "It seems that I am far more than A man who is never satisfied is reliable."

Dumbledore said nothing.He was silent for a long time, his shining blue eyes seemed to be studying something carefully.As he looked peacefully at Owen over the empty wine glass on his desk and over the tips of his aligned fingers, Owen felt for a moment that he was looking at the wrong man—or perhaps the shrewd great wizard knew that from the Dark Lord I can't see any clues, so I shifted my target?

Compared with when he faced Dumbledore's penetrating eyes at Hogwarts in the 40s, Owen actually felt much more stable in his heart.He doesn't have to worry about any secrets that are about to be seen through, and there is nothing that needs to be hidden.Owen met those azure blue eyes quietly, he had already forged an armor in his heart and was fully armed.

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94 A Little Cookie Disliked Together

After a long time, no one made a sound in the office, only some funny little noises from some decorations.

Just when Owen was already starting to feel a little sleepy and even wished for another glass of butterbeer, the silence was finally broken.

Dumbledore seemed wistful, but he immediately became cheerful: "I'm sorry, I was distracted," he said frankly, clasping his hands at the same time, the wrinkles on his face that symbolized both age and wisdom looked relaxed. Some, "Seeing you guys sitting side by side reminds me of things from the past. That's the worst part about being a teacher..."

"May I take the liberty to ask you what was on your mind," Owen asked politely, "Sir?"

"Two excellent students, a pair of deskmates who will never be separated." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It is hard for me to forget your outstanding performance in my Transfiguration class, I hope I am not the most attractive in your heart." Boring professor."

"Of course not," Owen said tactfully, "you were so popular with the students at that time." Much better than Professor Mellors.

"All in all, I'm genuinely delighted to see you back - I almost didn't believe it was real for a moment," said Dumbledore, giving him a meaningful look. "I wasn't really relieved until you sat here."

"Thank you, sir."

"If you don't mind, I'd like a little cookie. Lemony, pretty good—"

Owen glanced at the plate of snacks that appeared on the desk at some point, the weird ginger color and the twisted patterns on the biscuits were simply creepy.He watched Dumbledore really eat a piece, and squinted his eyes as if it was horrible: "I don't mind at all, sir."

Tom frowned beside him, finally getting impatient with Dumbledore and Owen's question and answer.He snorted coldly: "I think it's enough for us to talk here."

"Indeed, we can't do much more at the moment." Dumbledore said, he still didn't look very satisfied, so he picked up another small cookie, "I'm afraid I can't persuade you to give up the things you always uphold. Blood supremacy and your knowledge of...with all due respect...you're still a bit ignorant of some magic—"

Tom sneered, and said calmly and somewhat nonchalantly: "—in your old rhetoric, of course you can't do it."

"If I were you, Albus, I'd know how stupid what I just said before I said it," said a lazy voice from the wall suddenly.

Dumbledore, Tom and Owen turned their heads to look at the same time, it was a portrait on the wall.

"Good evening, Phineas," said Dumbledore briskly, "still up?"

"Of course not—even if there was, I was woken up by you." Phineas Nigellus Black cast a contemptuous look at the sleeping portraits next to him, as if he was very proud of his sobriety alone of.Then he narrowed his eyes and looked solemnly at the expressionless Tom, then turned to Dumbledore, and said in a drawn out voice, "You've been scoffing at our Slytherin insistence on pure blood, Albus, but I'm going to say , I'm as proud of my house as I am of our Black last name. Just imagine if there wasn't a single pure-blood wizard left, and the world was full of mudbloods running around-"

"—Phineas," Dumbledore said softly, warningly.

"—Okay, those Muggle-born people." The old headmaster who seemed to have a bad temper muttered, "Then I don't think there is any need for Slytherin to exist, you just put Hogwarts Dividing into three houses is not bad, isn't it? I don't think that day is far away, the wizarding world has never been so chaotic, never! Conspiracy, treachery, messy intermarriage... Ever since I resigned from the headmaster of Hogwarts..." He babbled on for a while, both annoyed and seemingly elated by what he had said.Eventually he squinted his eyes, as if dozing off, but his lips were still trembling slightly.

"I think we should go," Tom finally ran out of patience, he pulled Owen to stand up, and said goodbye to Dumbledore indifferently, "Thank you for the drink."

"For convenience, maybe you can also make Owen invisible." Dumbledore reminded, "It's safe to go back the way you came." He picked up a triangular pocket watch from the table and glanced at it, "Great, now it's It's Friday. How time flies, it's already fifteen minutes past—”

Tom started striding towards the door: "That staircase has been visible for 15 minutes." He opened the door, stood there frowning and softly stopped Owen, who was about to follow him, "—fasten the cloak first. "

Dumbledore stood up, and for the first time, some complicated and vague expressions appeared on his calm and wise face: "I will not scare you with a burning wardrobe and force you to confess, Tom... I didn't expect things, maybe you have..."

Every time Dumbledore called out the word "Tom", Owen couldn't help squinting his eyes.He felt that Dumbledore had done it on purpose, and the more Tom hated it, the more the headmaster insisted on doing it - and repeating it a few more times.

Sure enough, Tom Huo suddenly turned around this time. He was not angry, but his face was definitely not good-looking: "No one can force me to repent, Dumbledore, and you have never frightened me-good luck, For Hogwarts."

He pulled Owen, who had become transparent—like a cloud of air at first glance—closed the door, and disappeared.

A sneer came from the wall.

Dumbledore turned his head peacefully: "Are you awake again, Phineas?"

"I never fall asleep!" Phineas said a little irritably, he coughed twice, and he couldn't hide his curiosity, "Who is the person who is following that scary guy? I mean it looks like sometimes The dazed and sometimes clever one—that's still a student, isn't it?"

"I suppose so," said Dumbledore slyly, "and he'll probably be back at school soon." He paused, crossing his hands on his desk. "It's a lucky thing he's back, This sentence is a bit of a pun, Phineas scratched his head in the portrait, "For many people - it is quite a lucky thing. Sorry, Phineas, I forgot to ask just now You, would you like some drinks?"

"Damn it! I will never eat your damn little cookie!" Phineas said angrily, "And you know I can't drink anything in the portrait!" He muttered a few more ambiguous words angrily, The most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history has disappeared from the portrait frame - presumably back in Grimmauld Place.

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Walking out of the low secret road and standing in a wasteland overgrown with low grass, Owen took a deep breath.There is still some cold air passing through the chest cavity, as if just drinking a cup of mint herbal tea.The surrounding area was desolate, and the dark blue night after the rain hung low, almost hanging above his head, and clusters of bright stars seemed to fall at any moment.

Tom walked beside Owen: "What are you looking at?"

"Stars, I suppose," Owen said softly, and as they walked side by side, he said suddenly, "Do you remember a name we laughed at a long time ago—it seemed to be Andromeda."

Tom was silent for a while, and no one knew whether he was remembering or trying not to speak.After a while, he said "hmm": "That Cassiopeia." He also raised his head and glanced at the night sky, squinting at Owen's side face, "I think you are not just looking at the stars."

"Of course not." Owen shrugged. "I have to admit, what the old headmaster of Black's family said just now seemed to touch a certain nerve in me... Even though I'm not an extreme pure-blood—" Tom snorted softly There was a sound, but Owen turned a deaf ear to it, "But I seem to suddenly understand something."

"Ok?"

"You know, it's basically impossible to keep the blood pure and flawless when the number is getting scarcer. It is true that if we didn't intermarry with Muggles, we might have become extinct long ago, but the dilution and hybridization of pure blood is irreversible. The process." Owen whispered, a gust of night wind blew, and the large swaths of short grass around them rustled, "Like a clean freak, we pursue absolute purity...Of course, Slytherin is very concerned about the real Faith always seems to be replaced by fanaticism... countless ancient surnames and families have disappeared, or mixed with another blood to continue their existence. Have you ever thought, Tom, that someday those who change from the constellations may one day The ridiculous name will disappear completely - just as the stars fade at dawn, then Slytherin -"

Owen didn't go on.The rustling of grass blades and the whistling of the night wind interrupted him, as if the twinkling of the stars and the passing of time really could make some sounds—and they were still in these empty noises.

"There's always something left," Tom whispered firmly, reaching out suddenly for Owen's right hand and holding it tightly.He suddenly smiled, "Maybe I should consider letting you join the Death Eaters, Owen, or make sure to find time to give them a formal speech."

Owen felt his fingers and Tom's slender fingers quickly intertwined, and the man's cold palm was slowly becoming warm, which felt reassuring—but it didn't ease his gnashing of teeth: "... Thanks for the invite - but you totally took what I just said as a joke, didn't you?"

"I'm serious." These words are in sharp contrast to Tom's casual tone, "Besides, you have to believe, Owen, as the greatest of the Big Four, Slytherin will certainly have something left - you must Can easily give countless examples."

"Ha." Holding Tom's slender fingers, Owen laughed dryly, "I hope you don't mean the "Code"..."

"Hmph, I sincerely hope that you can still recite some items of and now."

"Of course, but I want to put it after a question: Why on earth did you drag me to Hogwarts tonight?"

"I thought you wanted to come."

"Come on, buddy, I wanted to come, but not in the principal's office. I thought I'd see Levins and Lucius today—if only for five minutes. But sure enough, that's why I'm going to Ask you: why?"

"Of course—I should have thought of it earlier, your all-pervasive curiosity." Tom shook his head disapprovingly, and said somewhat ironically.After a while, he suddenly lifted his jaw and smiled, and said slowly and ambiguously, "I have to show you to some carping people, you are evidence-or at least something like that. s things."

Poor Owen was almost bewildered: "No-oh!" He was startled by a chattering thing that fell from the sky, "Merlin--Victor!"

The little owl who was delivering a letter to the Scott Manor suddenly appeared, like an unexpected tennis ball hit on a windy day, and landed precisely on Owen's head.For a moment, Owen almost suspected that this guy had learned to apparate.Another gust of wind blew, and the down on Viktor's neck and feathers on his wings were blown to pieces, but he was still screaming with great joy and throwing what looked like a long rope in his claws. to Owen's neck.

The deformed and shrunken Nagini hissed and spit out the letter angrily, but there was nothing he could do about Victor - after all, snakes can't fly, and only Tom could understand that she was constantly cursing the owl's wings.

There was also a letter tied to Victor's leg—judging from the thickness, it was definitely a long letter.Owen's attention was finally diverted from Tom's enigmatic words. He unwrapped the letter, but only briefly glanced at the cover: "I...my mother sent it."

Tom also lowered his eyes and glanced at the letter: "Aren't you going to open it?"

"Let's talk about it in the morning," said Owen sleepily. "My God, Tom, you're never sleepy? Yeah, I shouldn't be surprised at all...but we got caught in the rain and walked a long way and were freezing." Damn. You had a glass of wine and I had a butterbeer-"

"It was you who declined the lemon cookie offer," said Tom gloatingly, "although it was a bit stingy."

Owen shuddered as if remembering something extremely terrible, and he gave Tom a disapproving look: "I bet there is some kind of intuition that this refusal is wise, Tom." He imitated maliciously. As Dumbledore's tone strengthened the accent of the name, "If there is a next time, you can try it yourself-to put it bluntly, I have never been flattering about the taste of Gryffindors."

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95 A Sweet Kiss

After what seemed to be the most unlikely night of a tie-up in history, Irving spent the rest of the day barely waking up.Dumbledore and the Dark Lord agreeing sounds a little ridiculous, and it couldn't seem more ridiculous - similar to the fact that wizards and dragons are about to marry dragons - or it means that Slytherin and Gryffindor will be forever together ,Yes or no?

"Of course it's impossible," said Tom lightly. "It's a bit fanciful."

"Of course I know it's impossible," Owen twitched his lips helplessly, "it's just that after weighing the pros and cons, you all agreed. It can be said that it was Benjamin's attack on Hogwarts that led to your cooperation. Like adding a handful of porcupine quills to the cauldron at the height of the fire..."

They were moving overnight, and it wasn't a good idea to stay in the same Muggle flat for long, as the real owners might be returning from the resort soon.

The street lights of the whole street flickered dimly, and the night sky of the city was gray and foggy.Just like last time, Tom and Owen are going to find another temporary place to live.It is said to be moving, but it is not really considered at all - all the belongings are only the two of them, plus an owl who is unwilling to hoot softly because it is packed in a pocket, and a snake that gloats and spit out a message.

The place I found this time turned out to be a second-hand bookstore. The boss posted a notice at the door, stating that it would be closed for a month.The next door seemed to be a grocery store, which was also closed, and the iron door was ajar, as if the owner had left absent-mindedly.

The moment he entered the store, Owen immediately understood why the owner of the bookstore left so reassuringly and boldly—no thief was willing to go into this environment to steal things: a stack of crumbling books was almost piled up to the ceiling, a lamp The lamp was leaning crookedly on the cover of the top book; the cover was scattered all over the place in a mess, and the inside pages were missing, as if under some worst attack spell; hardcover, worn out, as large as an encyclopedia The whole book, as small as a palm manual, was piled up in a corner to form a hill. It was not until two books slipped from the hill that Owen discovered that there was a table buried there.

——For a moment, this place reminds people of the Lihen Bookstore that was looted by the fairies.

Logically speaking, a wizard should be surprised by this. They have seen the weirdest, most crowded, and most unimaginable houses in the world, but Owen was still deeply impressed, and he didn't even know where to move his legs.

"... Almighty Merlin, they have no ability to clean up with magic - I bet they don't have the book "The Housewife's Most Practical 120 Spells" - and they have no fear to make the room like this ..." A book on the shelf was knocked down by Victor, and Owen was almost hit. He quickly dodged and went around to the other side of Tom, "It's really courageous."

"This way," Tom held Owen, and led the way diagonally ahead with ease.Just like when he took Owen through the crowd of the Quidditch World Cup many years ago, he easily avoided all obstacles, "Muggles generally live in the back or upstairs."

Victor couldn't be happier in this place.Flapping his wings, he walked back and forth among the piles of books. Suddenly, accidentally, he bumped into a hardcover reference book on a high shelf, and fell down with a "bang", dizzy, and was caught by Owen. Catch it like you would catch a big furry snitch.Nagini poked a triangular head safely out of Tom's cloak, spat out the letter triumphantly, as if hissing laughing - it must have been her happiest day.

In the next two days, reading became Owen's greatest pastime.In all fairness, some Muggle books are quite interesting.

Tom would go out a few times now and then, returning before midnight to bring back news, good or bad, from his loyal henchmen.Dumbledore was efficient, the mystery of Benjamin's identity snowballed, and the winds of public opinion - unsurprisingly - became increasingly chaotic.

Twice, Tom explicitly rejected Owen's proposals to go out with him: "I'm still the most wanted lately,"—but he said it as often as "I still hate the weather” —— “Besides, there are more important things that you need to stay here to do.”

"I know," said Owen darkly, "you mean the cleanliness here—no magic."

It's like being locked up in Filch's classic confinement, there's no use arguing, and Owen wisely chooses to keep his mouth shut.He nestled in an old sofa with springs and wadding already exposed, dropped the "Encyclopedia of World Geography" he had just read, opened a "Classic Architectural Structure Design", and suddenly sniffled: "You Did you go to see Lucretia just now?"

Tom raised his eyebrows in cold surprise.

Owen flipped through two pages of the book with a "crash", without even raising his head: "I said earlier that she uses a special kind of aromatherapy..."

He raised his eyes by chance, saw Tom's expression, was stunned, and threw the book aside casually: "Come on, old man, there's no need to do this, and I never minded the intimacy between you and Abraxas." Owen changed his position on the sofa, and asked urgently, "——what did she tell you?"

Tom lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

——He remembered Lucretia's original words: "...I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me. Besides, Lucius has already sent a letter, which is enough for me." She raised her head proudly, still That look of never showing weakness, but her originally clear eyes were slightly red from exhaustion, and her thick black hair was even disheveled like never before, "... To be honest, I'm not very worried," the corners of her pale mouth twitched After a while, "Azkaban... that prison may just help me to correct his dandy boy habits that I have always hated. Besides, he is about to come out, isn't he? This is a terrible pity... She casually took out a small box of things and handed it to Tom, pinning her fine hair behind her ears, "Help me give Owen a word—"

"She said she was fine," Tom took out the box and threw it into Owen's arms, "Also let me give you this."

Owen caught the box, lowered his head and sniffed it - as expected: "Nothing to say to me?"

"Sweets can relieve stress." Tom seemed to dismiss such trivial words, but he paused, and said slowly and absent-mindedly, "But since you haven't been active recently, she Tell you to control your food intake to avoid gaining weight."

Owen took a deep look at Tom dubiously—this man, who has always been confident no matter what he encounters, and no matter what he does to others, seems to be restless, and his slender, pale fingers are unconsciously tapping on the sofa. The low table next to it—no doubt the anxiety was not about the situation.But at the same time, Owen understands that the Dark Lord will not tell his feelings honestly even if he is killed. Show people.

Owen sighed secretly, opened the box of candied pineapple, and suddenly said, "Do you want to have this together?"

Tom frowned and looked at Owen coldly, as if implying that he had said something extremely stupid just now.

"You'll find it quite effective," Owen said earnestly and kindly. "Although I don't like sweets, I used to eat a lot in Quidditch and that damn Triwizard Tournament. I don't think I need to worry about it." Lucretia is here, as long as there is enough candied pineapple, she will surely get through." He picked out the largest piece of candied fruit from there, and handed it to Tom without saying a word—fortunately, there was no stubborn resistance , although the awkward man frowned deeply, he finally lowered his head and took Owen's hand hesitantly to put it in.

This is already an unprecedented concession, and Owen is satisfied.He stood up from the sofa, leaned forward suddenly, and kissed Tom's pale lips that were tightly closed and almost drawn into a line-the tip of his tongue licked a hint of the sweetness of fresh candied fruit powder.

"I'm sorry," Owen said regretfully, straightening up, "I don't think I'll be able to give you a deep kiss since you're eating sweets, Tom, but I hope you feel better anyway—I can see you haven't yet. I'm going to sleep, then I'll go up first, good night."

Tom's eyebrows were raised almost to the sky, and the expression on that handsome face became subtle for a moment.Without further ado, Owen quickly walked towards the stairs, but he was relieved instantly by the familiar, lazy and slow voice behind him:

"Very well, Owen, you owe me another principal - good night."

Tom went upstairs very late that night.

Unable to remember what time it was, Owen came down again sleepily.Standing in the shadow of the narrow staircase, holding on to the crumbling wooden handrail, he saw a small lamp burning in only one corner among the various piles of books downstairs.He rubbed his eyes, poked his neck out, and managed to make out Tom's ghostly pale face in the yellow light.

The man in the black robe was quickly flipping through a thick black-covered book. Under the dim and mysterious light, he seemed to be performing some kind of witchcraft ritual believed by Muggles.At first glance, Owen thought that Tom had developed a strong interest in a certain Muggle world history book—however, it was soon certain that this was a most terrifying hallucination. Owen blinked and finally saw the book clearly. The appearance of the book.

Tom skimmed through the pages, and the light cast his profile against the wall like a black silhouette.Owen couldn't help but think of the scene when the top student was preparing for the final exam at Hogwarts: it was the same at that time, a lamp that was always bright in front of the desk, the drowsy air that seemed to be full of sleepy bugs——

It's just that this time, what was placed in front of Tom was not a textbook on charms or the history of magic.

Owen didn't know what time it was before he yawned and tiptoed back upstairs.Damn Merlin, how many times he'd sworn later that if he'd known how exhausting the next day was going to be, he'd have slept a little longer that night.

——However, it seems unfair to blame Merlin on this point, after all, he never had the talent for divination.

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96 An Unbelievable Bad News

The next day was not exactly a good day.The fog outside the window was gloomy. When Owen woke up, he saw Victor standing on a tall wardrobe, dozing off with his wings covering his head.Nagini was on the window sill, completely defying the snake's habit and stretching herself into a long lazy rope. She was lying on her back, and the scales on her belly were shining a little.

However, Tom was not in the bedroom, and Owen couldn't help but suspect that he hadn't slept at all last night.

In fact, Owen himself was dizzy due to lack of sleep. He washed up in a daze, went downstairs, and was going to go to the kitchen to make something to eat-of course, it was the same old fried eggs and porridge.

"Morning." A deep voice came from behind Owen. A pale man in black robe was sitting on the sofa in the corner with his arms folded, his long legs crossed together like a cold stone sculpture.

— Tom's voice was dark and strange.According to common sense, Owen is absolutely sensitive to detect this suspicious change, but this morning he was too sleepy, he must have fought a fire dragon in a long dream, and he was almost dejected from exhaustion.

"...Morning." Owen yawned and walked towards the kitchen, "You didn't sleep at all, did you? I think you will need a strong refreshment soon..."

"I think," Tom's voice was dark and cold, as if every word was squeezed through his teeth, "you need to see this right now."

Owen finally realized that something was wrong, he turned his head suspiciously, and was almost taken aback by Tom's livid face: "Why—oh!" After seeing clearly that a newspaper was spread out on the table, Owen seemed to understand Something, he picked up the hapless newspaper and shook the pages.However, unexpectedly, this time it was not the "Daily Prophet", which specializes in reporting unfortunate news.

"Strange," Owen asked muttering, "why did you suddenly buy the Essex local paper?"

Tom snorted hard, and for some reason, his face was beyond ugly and indescribable. With a "swish", he leaned over and pulled out a few pieces of parchment from the stack of books next to the coffee table, together with a crumpled envelope: "——because I read this."

After seeing the envelope clearly, Owen suddenly realized that this was a letter that Mrs. Scot had asked Victor to bring two days ago. He had completely forgotten about it in the past two days, and he didn’t even know how the letter was. It ran into Tom's hands - he obviously stuffed it into his robe pocket.

—I have to say that Tom's behavior is really a bit irritating.

"You opened my letter again without authorization?" Owen asked sharply.He sighed, holding his forehead again feeling a little helpless, "Listen, Tom, you have to be reasonable, after all, this is my... my mother's letter—"

"—read the newspaper, No. 11," Tom interrupted Owen mercilessly, his knuckles turning white as he pressed the letter tightly with his fingers.He paused, almost viciously, "Center, second column—immediately."

Tom's weird attitude began to make Owen vigilant, but the middle of the newspaper-what news can be published here?He found the place according to what Tom said, and carefully looked at the lines of typeface——

Merlin's briefs!He almost passed out when he saw that short message clearly!

"Engagement Announcement: Owen Lockes - third son of Mr. and Mrs. M. W. Scotch, Essex, Scotch House; alone with Signus Isabel Louisa, Mrs. J.G. Bork Female, 1 Carpathia Square, West 7st London."

Owen stared wide-eyed in horror, his original drowsiness evaporated like dewdrops after the sun rose.He read it carefully several times, but still couldn't believe it was true: "This is... this is a prank newspaper?!"

"Sure, no, yes—" said Tom through gritted teeth, as he sat in the shadows in the corner, as pale as a vampire or an Inferi.

Owen held up the newspaper blankly, his light blue eyes were no longer focused: "But, but—" His throat seemed to be blocked by a giant balbo tuber.

Tom's face seemed to soften a little because of Owen's shock, and he moved his fingers: "But what?"

Owen took a breath, and managed to finish his sentence: "But the engagement was published in the newspaper... This is obviously a practice in the 20s!"

A frightening flush of red quickly spread across Tom's cheeks, and the sullen man looked like he was about to explode in an instant, but he held back.

"--that only shows that the venerable Scors really respect tradition." As Tom tried his best to restrain his emotions, the terrible blush on his cheekbones faded a little, but it didn't mean he could fully do it. Calmly, "However, I still think you should focus on this inexplicable engagement now—" He said through gritted teeth, his voice like a hissing snake tongue, "Look at this!"

Now Tom finally returned the mysterious letter to the original owner and handed it to Owen.Owen unfolded the letter with trembling fingers and read it from beginning to end.The letter was written by Mrs. Scot, and it was made in response to the letter that Owen assigned Victor to send—because it was deliberately tampered with by Tom in some damn way, so Owen didn’t know what the family saw. answered.Unexpectedly, reading the contents of the letter, Levins seemed to have lied about Owen's escape from school, and Hogwarts did not send any notice of violation of school rules.

At the same time, Mrs. Scooter also happily wrote: "You will have a little brother soon, Owen, and we have decided to name him Chaffee. Your dad and I know you will be really happy about it..."

Merlin, that's no little brother!If it weren't for the complicated mood now, he would definitely feel dumbfounded. It was because of his appearance that the relationship in the family seemed to be messed up.

—Up to this point, the letter seems to be only a sign of Owen's extraordinary good fortune.

Then, however, things took a turn for the worse.Mrs. Scot continued in the letter: "It's nice to see your owl, but I have some