I, Hogwarts Second Week

"In order to increase the probability of success, we inquired from three different professors!"

"Harry, you go find Professor Flitwick, Ron, you go find Professor Sprout." Hermione scooped up a large dollop of the decoction with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass.

Then, simply assign tasks.

"What about yours?" Ron asked unconvinced, "Why don't you just hide here?"

"No!" She rolled her eyes at Ron, and then said, "I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore?"

"You're not afraid of him seeing it, that's Dumbledore!" Ron's eyes widened and he looked at Hermione in disbelief, "My mother said that his eyes can see through people's hearts."

Is she so brave?

Why haven't you noticed it before?

"Be careful, just ask a few simple words, and you should be fine. And -" Hermione raised a smile on her lips, "Even if the principal is suspicious, how could he think it was me?"

"Can a second-year wizard brew polyjuice potion?" She raised her head slightly, feeling smug.

Even an adult wizard or apothecary might not be able to brew this kind of magic potion successfully, but she succeeded for the first time!

"Oh - very bold!" Harry raised his hand, "But I have a question!"

"explain!"

"But Owen is a boy! Hermione - are you okay?" Harry asked with a somewhat unnatural expression.

Then - the next second, he was stared at by Hermione's cold eyes and did not dare to say anything more.

Just like it.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent.

Then, the soup in the hands of the three people made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously.

After a second, it turned an ugly tawny color.

The three of them took out some black hair.

In the magic cram school, Owen beat little wizards every day, and there would always be some physical contact. Harry quickly picked up a few of them with his eyes and hands, and then fell to the ground.

Pretending to be knocked down.

Irving, who was full of adrenaline, didn't seem to feel any pain.

So I didn't notice him.

"You paid for it by blocking my life." Harry said with lingering fear as he distributed his hair to Hermione and Ron.

If this matter is exposed! He thinks he'll be killed by Owen

"Okay, join in!" Hermione said impatiently. Why are these two so mother-in-law?

Then she took the lead and threw her hair into the polyjuice potion.

The cup in his hand stained and bubbled, and the yellow mud-like potion kept rolling upwards.

Then gradually clarify. It's like water squeezing out oil.

Gradually the earthy color turned into a light silvery gray, dark, gloomy and cold. Like the moon hanging over Hogwarts at night.

"It looks pretty good." Ron shook the potion in his hand, feeling quite surprised.

Hermione had said before that Polyjuice Potion could reveal a person's soul. The darker and evil the person, whose mind is full of disgusting things, and whose soul is tainted, the more stinky and ugly the person's potion will be.

However, considering that Owen is actually a girl, it is more normal for his potion to be so clear.

Showy on the outside, soft on the inside.

The means are ruthless, but the reality is kind.

Just like the heroines in the novels my mother read.

Ron shook his head, looking like everyone was drunk and I was alone, which made Hermione's eyelids jump.

This guy - there must be some secrets he hasn't told her!

Maybe it's time for her to think about the veritaserum formula.

"Are you ready?" she said.

"alright."

"So--"

Several people quickly swallowed the potion. It tasted a bit like black tea without sugar, a little bitter but with the aroma of plants.

The next moment, the internal organs of several people began to boil, as if they had swallowed several live snakes.

A burning sensation ran through my body.

Then the skin bubbles like hot wax. Reorganization, change.

The tingling sensation went away as quickly as it came, and all of a sudden, all the pain stopped.

In the cubicle, the three of them looked the same.

"It's unbelievable," a voice said.

But the three people with the same face and voice couldn't tell who said it.

"Merlin's beard! I turn into Owen!" said another.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, the potion can only last for about an hour." A third voice sounded.

"Let's go quickly." As he said that, one of them, Owen, who was wearing a red Gryffindor skirt, stood up.

——He took a look at his outfit and looked slightly embarrassed. Then in order to cover up this embarrassment, he quickly took out his wand and tapped it. In an instant, his skirt turned into pants.

The other two also guessed the identity of Owen, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Just kidding, you'll get beaten.

And he will be beaten badly.

The three of them ran out of the girls' bathroom and parted ways on the marble stairs and the spiral staircase.

the other side.

The dinner in the auditorium also came to an end.

Many young wizards have left.

Hannah, who was teasing two magical animals on the long Hufflepuff table, suddenly came back to reality.

"Where's Owen?" She looked at Justin doubtfully.

"Him?" Justin rubbed his bulging belly and burped: "When you were fascinated by these two little guys, Professor Dumbledore called him away."

"Oh~" Hearing this, she slowly hugged the two cuties on the table and stood up to go back to the Hufflepuff common room.

Just when she walked out of the auditorium door and stepped on the steps of the spiral staircase.

A familiar figure happened to bump into her.

"Owen." Hannah's eyes lit up, she held two magical animals and walked over happily.

"Is Dumbledore done talking to you?"

"Uh? Well - it's over." Owen's eyes flashed with confusion, but he quickly suppressed it, and then replied calmly.

"That's great, we can go back together. I mean, isn't there a mysterious person in the school? The professor doesn't allow the little wizard to wander alone." She said an excuse that she didn't believe, and Hannah took out the magic weapon in her hand. The animal was handed back to Owen to cover up something.

The sleepy Shilok lazily raised his head, looked at Hannah and Owen in confusion, and called out "meow" twice.

Then he did nothing and lay obediently in Owen's arms and continued to sleep. (Hylok Mora Lao Tzu)

The other one, the giant dragon Bakar, was a little irritable, his little head kept roaring at Owen, and from time to time, there would be flames burning in his mouth.

The scene was a bit panicked, Hannah quickly stroked Bakar's little head and then looked at Owen calmly with some doubts.

It was fine just now.

Why did it become like this in such a short time?

"It's okay." Owen waved his hand, with a gentle smile on his face.

His eyes were full of deep love for his friends.

This look made Hannah's heart tremble.

This reminded her of his fearless figure in the underground training ground a year ago.

While she was tasting the honey, she didn't realize that Owen in front of her was carefully taking a step back. "Well, there is something I just forgot to tell Professor Dumbledore," he said.

"Go back first!" Then he turned around and ran away like a bolt.

That figure on the back actually looked a little embarrassed as if he had fled.

Hannah froze on the spot, looking at the direction in which he disappeared.

Muttered to himself: "He's a little weird."

"He wasn't weird that day." Justin beside him retorted.

"No - I mean forget about the feeling, even you are different." Hannah sighed, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Owen, to the other side of the spiral staircase.

"so close."

Despite Owen's appearance, Hermione ran all the way to the eighth floor with a guilty conscience. At this time, she was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.

She didn't know how Owen and Hannah talked on a daily basis, and she was afraid that if she said more, the secret would be exposed.

So she chose to run away in panic, not even returning Sirok in her arms.

"Huh? Owen, why are you here?" Suddenly an old voice came.

Hermione was startled, and Sirocco was thrown out of her arms.

He turned his head stiffly, only to see a drunken Professor Dumbledore suddenly emerge from the corner after a few glasses of butterbeer.

How could the principal?

She swore that there was no one there for the duel just now.

The old principal looked at Sirocco on the ground, and his confused expression suddenly disappeared. He waved, and the little guy jumped into his arms naturally.

He turned his head and yelled "Awww" at Hermione.

"Professor, it's just-" Hermione's little head was spinning rapidly, and then she suddenly remembered what Hannah had just said.

"I don't quite understand something about what you just said."

She thought that Owen must have just talked about something with Professor Dumbledore, and by asking him, she could find out something useful.

"Oh! Are you talking about Newt?" The old principal stretched out his other hand, patted Hermione's shoulder naturally, and spoke in the tone of an old man telling stories about the past to his grandson. : "When he was still young, he did many great things."

"Visited five continents and more than a hundred countries. I also saved the magical world from being maliciously exposed in the United States."

"I can understand his concerns."

"About Tom's curse and Gellert's coercion."

"He has always been between the two of us. Sometimes I feel that I owe him too much." Dumbledore was wearing a crimson robe, and the two of them walked slowly down the corridor on the eighth floor.

The robe, which was stained with the scent of wine, was wrinkled, and just like his master, it had lost its luster at this moment.

After hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but lower her head.

She didn't notice that Dumbledore would sometimes lower his head suddenly. Those cloudy eyes, shining with wisdom, looked at him carefully.

"It's you, Owen, how's the plan going?"

"plan?"

"The plan for the next act. The last plan was too general. Some accidents may happen. We must take all situations into consideration." Dumbledore said tentatively: "How about using the first version? After all, We can't really let the little wizards get hurt."

It's a one-man company, and I'm the one looking after the door again on Sunday.