A ruined Hogwarts

Dumbledore's eyes lightly swept over everyone's faces, and then he shook his head slightly happily and looked up at the ceiling, pretending not to notice their little movements.

"Ever since Harry told me how you passed those levels, I've wanted to meet you brave little guys." He said in a light tone, "The door here is really hard to find, isn't it? ?Even though I have been at Hogwarts for so many years, I still can't guarantee that I won't get lost in the castle..."

Dumbledore's gentle attitude and relaxed tone obviously didn't sound like he was here to ask questions, which made the somewhat guilty little wizards feel relieved, but they were still extremely nervous.

"I have always heard Harry praising your intelligence, but I didn't expect to see such a harmonious scene when I just came here." Dumbledore's sparkling blue eyes looked at Owen through the half-moon glasses, "You have Amazing knowledge and a great teacher, Mr. Shafiq.”

"Excessive praise, sir." Owen responded humbly and politely with a smile on his face. He was considering the purpose of Dumbledore's coming here. He didn't know whether Dumbledore was the first to mention him intentionally or unintentionally, but he had to brace himself to deal with it.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, slowly walked into the classroom, sat on a chair, and said with a kind smile: "Mr. Longbottom, you were the first to identify the Devil's Net and gave you a way to deal with it. Very good knowledge in herbal medicine."

Neville's round face turned red and he mumbled words that made no sense. He was so overwhelmed with excitement and shame that he didn't know what to do. Asking himself, he didn't play much role in the process of breaking through the level. He could only secretly make up his mind to work harder.

Seemingly seeing through Neville's psychological activities, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and said encouragingly: "You may not realize what a great thing you have done. Just the courage to face danger for your friends is amazing." Amazing enough. Of course, all of you are."

"Ah, and Mr. Malfoy, you showed your excellent flying skills with Harry when you broke through the level, and you also contributed a lot to Professor McGonagall's chess game..." Dumbledore looked at Germany, who was standing far away. Deco.

Draco's pale face was slightly red, and his expression was a mixture of two completely different emotions: excitement and embarrassment, which looked extremely strange. He glared at the other party covertly with his gray eyes. Compliment him, but can you not mention the chess game?

Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, and then looked at Owen again: "Mr. Shafik, you worked brilliantly with your friends to end the chess game, and also defeated a giant monster on your own. It's amazing."

Owen had the most appropriate smile on his face and said cheerfully: "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, Mr. Dumbledore. I can only say that it happened at the right time."

"No, opportunities always come to those who are prepared." Dumbledore looked at Hermione again, "And Miss Granger, who calmly conducted a wonderful logical reasoning in the face of the fire..."

Hermione's cheeks turned pink.

"Of course, there are also those who are waiting outside to protect our friends..." Dumbledore called each person's name one by one, "You have outstanding qualities, and I hope you can maintain your original intention today."

The little wizards completely relaxed amidst the compliments, and even Crabbe and Goyle were looking silly and happy.

"Please forgive me for my uninvited visit today. In fact, I have always wanted to meet you." Dumbledore smiled like a child. "After all, you are the first people to become my students this year. Well, why Why don't you continue your practice? Your learning progress has exceeded my expectations, and it seems that I won't be of much use."

"Thanks for Owen's help," Harry said with a grin and a wink at Owen.

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched slightly, thank you for diverting Dumbledore's attention to me again. Why did he think Harry was so cheating?

The little wizards continued to practice waving their wands with smiles on their faces, full of energy to express themselves. The joy of being affirmed and praised seemed to speed up their mastery of magic spells, even those who had been paddling for many years. Crabbe and Goyle both waved their wands vigorously, although their postures looked more like they were about to hit someone.

Dumbledore looked at everyone's enthusiasm for learning with a smile, then looked at Owen who was still sitting there holding a book, and asked: "Have you mastered this spell, Mr. Shafik?"

Owen looked at his gentle but sharp blue eyes, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said honestly: "I haven't mastered it yet, Mr. Dumbledore." He really wanted to follow the trend and lied that he had mastered it. He could not learn this white magic, but that would also cut off his retreat, because a lie often requires more lies to make up for it.

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded, and then explained with a smile, "This is a passive spell. I didn't find its brilliance in you... You know, when a person has seen more , will always be much more sensitive to fluctuations in magic power."

"And this magic spell is a little invention that I'm quite proud of." He looked at Owen deeply and suggested, "Then why not practice with them?"

"I don't like to frequently call on those good memories to cast spells." Owen played with his wand calmly, "That would make me feel like I'm overdrawing them, and I don't feel good about it."

It was impossible for him to practice the spell in front of Dumbledore, because he had long discovered that not only was he unable to learn this kind of white magic, but practicing it forcefully might cause the spell to undergo terrible changes and even backfire on him. As for waving his wand to make a show...there's no way Dumbledore wouldn't have noticed it, unless he was blind.

Faced with this problem, Owen understood that his best way to deal with it was to do nothing, because the more he did, the more mistakes he would make.

"Is that what you think?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and his eyes became a little deeper, "Remembering is not blasphemy..."

Owen pursed his lips and no longer insisted on this somewhat untenable reason. He looked at the book in his hand and said: "I just don't want to be exposed to this type of magic so early... You know, sir, they are harmful to people. It will have a certain impact. I think now I should put my energy in a more appropriate place until I think I am sure to make a decision."

"It seems that you have understood the nature and characteristics of black and white magic a long time ago. This is a very smart and rational approach." Dumbledore smiled knowingly and said slowly, "However, I think you have ignored this point of view. Premise. Only when you have been immersed in it for many years and delved deeply into it, and have gone deep enough on this road, do you often need to consider this issue. Just getting involved in this field slightly will not have much impact. We You shouldn’t stop eating because of choking, right?”

Owen raised his eyes and stared into Dumbledore's eyes, nodded in agreement, no longer reacting passively, but counterattacked: "But, Mr. Dumbledore, don't you think you are seeking quick success? These advanced curses And skills, are they really what we should be exposed to now?”

Dumbledore's eyes flashed for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed, gently stroking his gloved right hand, and said in a somewhat erratic tone: "Ah, I don't know. A person is always looking back suddenly Only then will you realize that there are still so many things you have to do..."

Owen nodded politely, and then lowered his head to look at his advanced theory of magic. His quill was writing and drawing on the notebook.

Time passed by, the little wizards made some progress in their practice, and the party was coming to an end. After turning the last page of the book in his hand, Owen looked up and found that Dumbledore was staring deeply at him, with a look of solemn contemplation.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" Owen asked, confused.

"Ah, it's time for me to go. I accidentally missed the time." Dumbledore looked at the time as if he had just come back to his senses. He smiled at him and stood up to stretch his arms. One by one, he corrected everyone's bad habits and misunderstandings when practicing magic spells, and then left with a smile and a wave of his hands.

Owen silently stared at his retreating back and slowly narrowed his eyes. He couldn't see what Dumbledore meant, and he didn't know if the other party had discovered anything.

"Haha, Dumbledore praised me." Blaise patted Owen on the shoulder. "I think I should write those words out, then frame them and hang them on the wall!"

"Great, don't tell anyone I know you in the future." Owen waved his paw away.

"Ahem, it seems that Dumbledore is not completely stupid anymore." Draco raised his chin proudly, his tail almost rising to the sky. Although under the influence of his father, he had always had some opinions on Dumbledore, and usually secretly said bad things about him, but now he felt that he could barely change his opinion of Dumbledore, well, just a little bit.

The party ended with everyone's joy. The little wizards returned to their respective colleges and continued their peaceful campus life.

…

Time always flies by inadvertently, and that thrilling night seems to have happened a long time ago. Even the little wizards rarely talk about this topic anymore, turning to other more interesting gossip topics.

During this period, Dumbledore's Defense Against the Dark Arts class became everyone's most anticipated and favorite class. Of course, there were also many young wizards who loved learning who deeply regretted that they could not attend the senior classes taught by the principal. I heard that the senior students learned a lot of interesting spells in class, which made many junior academics who thought they had passed the theoretical level jealous.

The study group's gatherings are still going on, and they have also begun to learn some basic dueling spells, such as obstacle spells, disarming spells, and stun spells. This is the area that Harry is best at. He seems to have really become a responsible little teacher, with a convincing power, like a bright sunshine.

Life in Hogwarts has completely returned to calm. As the weather becomes more and more muggy, the Forbidden Forest slowly regains its vitality. The burned trees and grass sprout new buds, and the animals that escaped here gradually come back. .

Owen stood on a high ground in the Forbidden Forest that was not affected by the flames, looking at the half-black and half-green jungle in the distance. There was a newly buried mound beside him. He said softly: "Professor Quirrell, although I have never liked you very much, but for the sake of my colleagues, I collected the body for you. For people like us, having someone to collect the body should be considered good. Well...well, if you can accept cremation."

If you can't accept it, then think of him as destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

"Then, farewell." He waved his hand, a white lily fell down, and Owen's figure had disappeared into the dense jungle.

As exam week approaches, the castle is filled with a tense study atmosphere. There were far fewer people playing outside during recess, the library was overcrowded, and the common room was eerily quiet, with few people playing or making noise anymore.

Owen returned to the lounge where the only sound was the turning of pages and the writing of quills. He quietly passed through the crowd of people obsessed with studying and came to the place in front of the fireplace. He saw Harry's schoolbag on the armchair. Melete was still lying on her back.

Owen smiled at Harry who helped him occupy his position, then curled up comfortably on the chair, yawned lazily, and sank into the space facing the wall. The members of the study group were all reviewing hard, and even this week's gathering was cancelled. Even Harry forgot to be on guard and was obsessed with studying all day long.

This was a pain for Blaise, a guy who didn't like to study. He was forced by Daphne to sit down and study. He turned over the thick textbook with a sullen expression, staring at a pair of lively eyes and winking at Draco, who was also distracted. .

In the midst of such calm daily life, exam week quietly arrived.

Owen took a quill with an anti-cheating charm and wrote the answer sheets one after another in the classroom that was as hot as a steamer. This kind of exam is not difficult for him. Even the most difficult questions are just that. He is very confident in his super memory.

After the written exam, there is a practical exam. Professor Flitwick of the Charms class asked them to line up and walk into the classroom one by one, and chanted a spell to make a pineapple tap dance across the desk.

Naturally, everyone in the study group completed it easily, and even Neville did well. Of course, Goyle's pineapple fell down and got up countless times despite his physical disability, which made Professor Flitwick wipe his tears in emotion and promised to give him some extra points as appropriate.

During the Transfiguration exam, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuff bottle. The snuff bottle conjured by Owen also had exquisite three-dimensional reliefs, which satisfied Professor McGonagall and gave it full marks.

The snuff bottle conjured by Blaise still had a few rat whiskers on it, but he didn't care and he even set off a cannon in the corridor to celebrate.

The content of the Potions exam was to prepare the forgetting potion. Professor Snape wandered around Gryffindor almost the whole time, making Neville break out in a cold sweat. The relationship between Harry and Snape has been very delicate recently. The two of them are like magnets that repel each other and stay away from each other.

Halfway through, Crabbe's cauldron bubbled up like soda pop that had been shaken for a long time, making Professor Snape lose his temper. Because this guy got every step of brewing the potion wrong, Snape suspected that he was deliberately working against him.

However, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was special enough. Dumbledore set up some interesting puzzles for the little wizards to rack their brains and use their own spells and knowledge to solve them. This process is very interesting, well, or so Dumbledore thinks. If Dumbledore hadn't promised to give everyone points based on their performance, many young wizards would have almost cried.

When the last History of Magic exam was over, the ghost of Professor Binns asked them to put down their papers, and the little wizards in the classroom cheered.

Next, they will have a full week of free time until the results are announced.

Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect, brought all kinds of sweets from Hogsmeade, some butterbeer and many interesting knick-knacks, plus a big bag from the kitchen. Stacking up the food, the Slytherin wizards had a party in the common room.

At first, the students celebrated politely like adults, but soon they no longer restrained themselves, and laughter echoed in the lounge. Several hard-drawn fireworks flew up to the ceiling, causing waves of exclamations and laughter.

Melete lay on the table and enjoyed everyone's feedings, as if she would not stop eating until she became fat. Owen secretly drank a glass of butterbeer, enjoying the faint taste of alcohol that he had not tasted for a long time.

"Underage people can't drink, Owen." Harry appeared out of nowhere, took the cup from his hand, and said in a faint tone.

Against Owen's glare, he coughed lightly and said. "By the way, Mr. Dumbledore would like you to come with me to his office tonight."

"Huh?" Owen glanced at him first, and then said calmly, "Oh."