A ruined Hogwarts

In the next few days, what happened in the flying class spread quickly to the whole school.

Originally this was just a small thing, but as long as anything is related to the Boy Who Lived, it will attract a lot of attention.

Harry Potter's words and actions were known to many people, which earned him the approval and recognition of a large group of young and energetic wizards, and earned him a good reputation in various colleges.

Yes, even Slytherin House is similar. After all, bullying is something that everyone except those very few bullies hates. As for the other party's behavior of protecting "Mudblood" friends, it also caused a lot of thinking. Slytherin College has a large number of mixed-blood students, and there are also pure-bloods who are not extreme, and they are quite able to deal with this kind of thing. accept.

As for a small number of people who can't stand it...then they can only live with it. Their words were drowned in the crowd, making little waves.

Well, regarding the flying lesson, Owen became popular following Harry Potter, and Draco, who had a conflict with Harry, became popular - even though he was already so high-profile that almost no one knew about him, and he was protected by Harry. Hermione also got more attention and became a small embellishment in the matter.

Owen laughed off this, but somehow felt that this might be an opportunity to ease the blood estrangement that had existed for many years, as long as Dumbledore could make good use of this opportunity. From this point of view, Harry being sorted into Slytherin House may not be a bad thing.

However, Irving has no intention of getting involved in this kind of thing now. Before he has enough power to protect himself, he'd better focus more on himself.

In the days that followed, Harry and Draco almost fell out completely. Draco tried every possible way to anger Harry, but Harry always regarded him as air and turned a blind eye to what he did.

There was another change, and that was in Potions class.

Everything in the flying lesson must have reached Professor Snape's ears. Owen could hardly describe the complicated look Professor Snape looked at Harry during the Potions lesson that day.

There was an unfathomable expression on that gloomy face all day long. For Snape, who was always good at pretending and keeping his heart closed, it was difficult for Owen to see through his heart.

But he rarely found another way to find fault with Harry, but let him go lightly. Owen even felt that the tone of his words was not so cold anymore - of course, the venomous tongue was still the same, and Gryffindor was still angry. The students almost wanted to vomit blood.

Gee, that’s interesting.

Perhaps it was because Owen's attitude of not taking things too seriously was too conspicuous, or maybe Professor Snape couldn't stand the blazing bonfire he lit in every class. Owen became the target of Professor Snape's criticism. One of them, the herbicide potion he brewed was criticized by the other party as worthless...

Fortunately, while criticizing and finding fault, he would also throw out some useful information on potions to support his conclusions, which made Owen feel pain and happiness. Although he was so angry at the opponent's ridicule that he wanted to fly a handful of playing cards into his face, he gained much more than usual.

Owen finally understood how difficult Harry's Potions class was.

However, Harry, who was gently let go, felt uncomfortable after class. He felt that the dean had relaxed his requirements on him. Was it because he had completely disappointed him?

In this regard, Irving can only say, young man, you should go and have your brain checked, so as not to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.

Having said that, Professor Snape did not treat Harry specially. The story of Harry joining the Quidditch school team in advance was shattered. Although Harry, who had no idea about it, was only looking forward to joining the school team next year.

In the corridor, Peeves was scribbling on the wall with a large bucket of paint. The red paint spread to the oil painting hanging on the wall, making the room, clothes and even the cheeks of the characters in the painting a mess. For a moment, the people in the painting covered their faces and screamed and fled, panicking and crowding into the painting in the distance. box.

"Peeves!" Mr. Filch chased after Peeves with a ferocious look on his face, but was unable to do anything to him. Mrs. Norris, who had become a little fatter, stepped on the wall and jumped up again and again, but she always passed through Peeves' body. For the last time, Peeves playfully turned over the paint bucket in his hand and put it directly on the Maine Coon cat's head.

Peeves laughed loudly and flew over. When he saw Owen and the others, he did not forget to say hello in a strange voice: "Oh, baby Potter, little angel of justice... Oh, and there are Little Owen is a good teacher, do you need Peeves' help to send a few people to heaven to save you?"

When looking at Owen, the smile on Peeves' face was a bit exaggerated and flattering, but the words he spoke were not restrained at all.

Owen didn't care about Peeves' malicious ridicule and responded with a lazy smile: "Okay, but there's no point in saving students. If you can send a few professors to heaven, I will be very grateful."

"Hey, don't underestimate Peeves!" Peeves quickly moved around like a deflated rubber ball, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue at him, "Peeves can do anything. !" Then, he passed through the wall and disappeared.

Owen tilted his head and smiled in amusement, and recited a cleaning spell to Mrs. Loris, who was painted red all over. Only when the red knotted hair of the other party became soft did he retract his hand with satisfaction.

He had long wanted to recite this spell to Mrs. Norris. Every time he saw its knotted hair, he felt unhappy, making people wonder if there might be a lot of lice hidden in it... But Filch always It was to prevent someone from chanting a spell on his cat.

"No magic is allowed in the corridors during class!" Filch shouted harshly when he saw Owen's behavior.

"Do you need my help cleaning the walls, Mr. Filch?" Owen asked with a gentle smile, twirling his wand smoothly on his fingertips, as if he was the master here, and the one who just cast the spell was not Same as him.

"...No need!" Filch picked up his cat, inspected it carefully, and then waved his hands like he was shooing away flies: "Get out of here! Don't do this again!"

"Tsk." Owen smiled and stuffed his wand back into his pocket. Melete, who had been sleeping before, poked out her little head from his coat pocket, shook her two big ears slightly, glanced at Owen faintly, and then glared at Mrs. Norris fiercely. .

Melet hooked Owen's wrist with her long tail, and her golden eyes looked sharp: This is mine!

As soon as Mrs. Norris and Melet's eyes met, her whole body suddenly exploded, turning into a big fluffy ball with sparse hair, and she buried her head shivering.

Melet nodded with satisfaction, glanced sideways at Owen, opened her mouth slightly with an interesting expression like a smile, and then slowly retracted her pocket.

"Ah, little Melete is so cute." The satisfied kitten Nizi was carried by Owen by the back of his neck and slipped out. He put it in the palm of his hand and stroked its fur. His four little paws spread out like plum blossoms and scratched randomly in the air. He was holding on, but he couldn't touch Owen's hand.

By the time Owen was satisfied, Melete was already a salty cat who had lost her dream. Well, the smile didn't disappear, it just moved to another person's face.

It wasn't until after dinner that Owen rubbed his temples with a headache. The ingredients for the potion were gathered together, and he had to go to Quirrell's office.