I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I would rather deal with an Acromantula than sit here and memorize the thirteen goblins' plans to attack Hogwarts." Ron said distractedly while holding a History of Magic.

As he said that, he suddenly looked up and looked at Owen, who was opposite him, with his head tilted back on the chair, blowing bubbles from his mouth, and uttering the whisper of the ancient god.

He still vaguely remembers the exam tips that Miss Melina gave him during the summer vacation.

"Three long and one short, choose the shortest, three short and one long, choose the longest, two long and two short, choose B, the same length and short, choose A, the different lengths choose D, the uneven C is invincible!"

"Put this cross against your chest and recall the multiple-choice question in your mind. The first option that pops up in your heart is the blessing given by Merlin!"

Isn’t it reliable?

Ron is really considering banking on these exam tips.

Because he really doesn’t want to memorize the history of magic anymore!

First of all, give up Potions - the rest of the subjects are okay and can be dealt with at his current level of magic, and this is the History of Magic.

It’s so hard, it’s so hard to endorse!

"Huh~ha~"

"Huhu~haha~~"

"Huhu~~ha~ha~hu"

In the Room of Requirement, the whispers of the ancient gods became louder and more urgent.

He exhaled and wheezed repeatedly, so frightened that others almost thought that the old man was about to pass.

"It's time to eat!" Hermione, who was sitting across a henna from Owen, frowned and finally couldn't help shouting out of the way.

"Ah!" Owen woke up from a trance and almost fell down.

He touched the glistening saliva at the corner of his mouth, and then stood up in confusion.

"Eat! Go fucking eat! Study, why study!"

Saying that, he is about to leave

Then, Hannah, who had forced Owen to grab the young man, quickly grabbed him. He underestimated in a low voice: "It's only nine o'clock."

"Nine o'clock?" Owen, who had come to his senses, raised his left hand, stared at his empty watch and said miserably: "Knock! Did you make a mistake? Why is it only nine o'clock!!!"

"What time did we get here?"

Quick questions and quick answers, Justin opened his mouth and shouted: "Report! Five forty!"

"grass!!!"

"I'm going back. Goodbye!" Owen flicked his sleeves and started to leave.

"Wait!" Hermione stood up and stopped him. Her expression was quite complicated, eager, embarrassed, and seemed to have some disgust and helplessness. She was so reserved that she didn't reach out and just blocked Owen's attempts with her body. Way out.

"What are you doing!" Looking at the little witch's fan-shaped posture, Owen still said indifferently.

Disturbing people's dreams and killing their parents!

It's you Hermione Granger again.

The little witch's big brown eyes were full of resentment, the arrogant curve that the corners of her mouth often raised unconsciously turned into a downward curve, and her fluffy hair looked like...

Why?

Did you use softener on your hair?

Only then did Owen notice that the classmate Hermione in front of him seemed, probably, maybe - wearing light makeup?

"I - we have a question to ask you." Hermione mustered up the courage and finally handed him a book with a parchment stapled to her hand.

"What is this?" Owen frowned and took the book in her hand.

"This is the key point of the exam drawn by several professors!" the little witch said seriously.

"Key point." Such a familiar word!

After flipping through a few pages, Owen was shocked to find that not only was the word familiar, but the content was also familiar to him, "Focus means summarizing all the content in the textbook~ Then why don't I just copy it?" Where are the books?”

"And -" Owen, who felt more and more strange as he read more and more, frowned and said, "Is it the content of the second grade? Did you bring Percy's study materials?"

Although Juanli's small handwriting didn't look like Percy's handwriting, Owen still felt strange and asked.

"This is the content of our exam this year, that's why I have to pull you here." Hannah stood up and stopped between Owen and Hermione.

Her long golden hair covered Hermione's eyes.

No problem, Hannah grew up so fast, and she was already the tallest among the little wizards.

A bit taller than Owen.

It can only be said that girls do develop earlier than boys.

"I remember Old Bat once talked about this potion issue." Owen rubbed his head, looking at the existing problems in the notebook in his hand, and vaguely remembered that Snape seemed to have talked about it in one of his classes.

"We need your help, Owen." Hannah said sincerely, grabbing Owen's arm and shaking it.

"Oh! Oh!" A somewhat dazed Owen looked carefully at the questions that were seriously out of line.

"Let's do this!" He suddenly closed the notebook and handed it back to Hermione.

"Listen to my words, go to the gate and carve a new statue."

"I know that statue. It's that of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw. It's several feet tall and bigger than the statue in the Ravenclaw common room!" Luna suddenly interrupted.

It is important for every child of Ravenclaw that a week before exam week, a majestic statue of Rowena appeared in the entrance hall in front of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"Yeah!" Owen nodded. Then he continued: "Don't go to those who ask about your marriage. If you ask for fame, come on your own."

"When you buy a high-quality bet, you kowtow when you go up. The main thing is sincerity."

"You have to see the facts clearly. There is an exam tomorrow. Between staying up all night and memorizing, it is relatively easy to burn incense."

"Between hard work and peaceful advancement, it is more magical to move God."

"If you still have a few gold galleons in your pocket, there is a merit box in front of the statue. Throw it in and listen. That is Ms. Rowena's whisper to you, and she will naturally bless you. Ashore safely."

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As soon as these words came out, everyone present except Ron felt their eyes darken, and felt a sense of absurdity coming over them.

"Don't you believe it?" Owen saw their worries in a second. "Your hesitation now is disrespect for Ms. Rowena, disrespect for wisdom, and disrespect for knowledge!"

"That statue has been blessed with the Ravenclaw Golden Diadem!"

"Put your hands together and bow devoutly. Lost lambs, the goddess of wisdom will lead you to the light."

"This is religion and superstition. How can this be useful in the exam?"

Hermione changed her resentful expression.

I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have believed that this guy could come up with any good ideas from the beginning!

"If you seek marriage with Ms. Rowena, that must be feudal superstition. If you seek to pass the exam, that is firm belief!"

"It is recommended that you write your name on the paper and burn it when you burn the incense, otherwise how will people know who is who!"

And - do you think you won't roll it when you put incense?

Just kidding, he made more than fifty galleons in one day. That was more than just a roll, it was a real roll! The little wizards from Ravenclaw Academy alone contributed more than thirty to him.

Sure enough! Even the smartest people still need firm faith! (laugh)

When he went out at 5:40 this morning, he seemed to see a few young wizards wearing blue bow ties lining up in front of the auditorium.

To be sure, it was definitely not waiting for dinner.

"You~" Hermione choked for a moment and took a breath and said, "What's the difference between you and those fanatical Christians who think that drinking holy water can cure cancer?"

"Yes!" Owen replied firmly: "Holy water is deceptive, but Ms. Rowena really exists. Do you want to question Ms. Rowena?"

"Do you dare to shout in front of Ravenclaw's tower?"

Owen stared at Hermione angrily, with an expression that said if you dare to go, I will call you a hero.

"I"

Looking at Owen's eyes, he turned his head and looked at Luna

Well, Miss Granger admitted that she really didn't dare!

Ravenclaws are going crazy this semester, you know?

Ever since they learned that their ancestors had been resurrected from the golden crown, the whole Ravenclaw seemed to be floating in the sky. In the past, when people in various houses argued about which founder of the four major houses was more powerful, the most heated argument was between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

No way, Godric Gryffindor is a famous dueling master.

There are real records of duels. There is no doubt about the fighting ability.

Not to mention Salazar, many modern black magics were invented by him or improved upon his inventions. It can be seen from this that this person's magic level is also a wizard's ceiling.

So these two colleges are the most controversial.

But now - all arguments have long since faded away.

Because once someone asks this question, the Ravenclaws passing by will come over kindly and express such a point of view.

What did Owen say?

Oh - have your ancestors raised their coffins?

With just this sentence, the young wizards from the other three houses could shut up and then walk away indifferently.

If I dare to question it, even if I have this idea, as long as other little wizards in Ravenclaw know about it, they will definitely be harassed.

"Let's see." Owen spread his hands, then looked at Ron who was very excited, "How about it, what if you try it?"

"Da Ming, produced by the magic school, high-end materials, luxurious carvings, a lucky charm blessed by several magic masters." He slowly took out a six-foot (about two meters) arm-thick red pig carving from his pocket The incense of the golden dragon, "Light it, and you will be able to obtain Ms. Rowena's blessing faster. Light it, and you will ignite the broad road leading to the perfect test paper. Light it, and the throne of the number one in age will send out a dazzling divine light for you." Light."

"How about it! Now on sale, only ten galleons!"

"It's okay if you miss it!"

"This is the only one left. There are many little wizards waiting for delivery!"

Owen held up the incense and talked, but Ron's expression gradually cooled down until he showed an embarrassed look, "That Owen."

"What's wrong? Are you short of money?" The friendly Owen immediately burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm, "I support installment payment, and the first month is interest-free."

"That," Ron interrupted, "I mean, the incense you took was produced in the Ming Dynasty."

"You - the labels on the Weasley joke props haven't been removed"