I, Hogwarts Second Week

The table in the Beauxbatons auditorium was already covered with all kinds of delicacies from France. Owen, who was not polite at all, grabbed a piece of unknown gorgeous cake and put it in his mouth. It looked like he was at Hogwarts. .

Hermione didn't know why Owen was so calm.

She sat upright on the chair, her round eyes constantly looking around.

It’s not just the gorgeous decoration of this auditorium.

She was even observing the Beauxbatons wizards.

Ever since Hermione walked into this graceful and gorgeous hall, the hazy beauty on the road disappeared in an instant.

The eyes from all directions fell on her, and those malicious eyes made Hermione feel on pins and needles, like thorns on her back, and like a lump in her throat.

This reminded her of a few months ago, when the four major colleges were at their most tense. Another time she got up early and went to the auditorium for breakfast. There was no one on the Gryffindor table that day, and Slytherin There were a dozen third- and fourth-year wizards sitting over there.

At that time, they also looked at me with such eyes.

Well - what happened next?

later

Later, she taught those guys a lesson, and after that, no Slytherin wizards below the fourth year came to trouble her.

"Eat! If you don't eat, it will get cold!" Owen continued to greet, but Hermione still sat motionless.

Eat, eat, eat, you big-headed devil! eat!

Didn’t you see the look in Beauxbatons’ little wizard’s eyes that wanted to eat you up?

Why is this guy so arrogant?

No matter how you say it, you are in other schools, this is nothing like being in Hogwarts.

"Hey! You're not welcome here!" Just as Hermione was sitting in jail, a stern voice suddenly sounded from behind her. (French)

It was a boy, a tall and handsome boy with light blond hair that stuck to his ears. Haughty eyes.

What's more important is that the magic robes on his body are slightly different from those of other little wizards. The blue robes are tattooed with gold edges.

At first glance, he looked like a prefect or the president of the student union.

"That." Hermione was about to stand up and explain.

But Owen's voice has already come, "It's owned by Beauxbatons' family? If you don't welcome me, you have to leave? Who do you think you are?"

"I am the president of the Boys' Student Union." The boy looked at Owen with a sullen face and cold eyes.

The last time Owen made a scene in Beauxbatons, he was not present. At that time, he was in the library preparing for the Ministry of Magic's Auror examination in the second half of the year.

He had only heard about that battle and had not been there personally, so his attitude towards Owen was only a little wary, but not to the level of fear.

Of course, he has another reason for hating Irving, and everyone can guess it.

And now, there is one more.

Because just when Hermione was about to stand up and explain, he was able to notice the amazingly beautiful girl next to him.

She wore a lilac-like lavender dress, with a white gauze covering her swan-like neck. Her beautiful long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and behind her eyebrows were a pair of clear and starry brown hair. Eye.

There was a reserved smile on the girl's face. Although she was not as beautiful as Furong, she could still compare with her.

"Well, why can you, the president of the Beauxbatons Student Union, control me, the wizard of Hogwarts? Besides, I'm your principal's guest."

Owen buried his head in his meal, then waited for a long time without receiving any reply.

"Um?"

He looked up in confusion and glanced at the student union president again.

In an instant, countless schemes emerged from his sinister heart.

As expected of you! Miss Granger is so charming!

"Come back to your senses!" Owen snapped his fingers and stared at the paralyzed man who was deeply trapped in Hermione's charm with a half-smile.

"I, the lion of Gryffindor, are not someone a little brat like you can afford to offend."

"?" Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Owen with a dangerous look.

Are you scolding me?

Although I don’t understand French, you just called my name!

You definitely didn't say anything nice!

What a nuisance!

"When pursuing someone else, I suggest you first look in the mirror and see if you are worthy?"

"What does it have to do with you?" The boy didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his crazy look just now. Parisians, romance is in their blood.

"It's none of my business, but in case you might get beaten up, I'd like to say a very friendly word to you, don't use your Bushmaster tricks on the little wizards at Hogwarts. We're not that tolerant. '."

Owen is really not lying.

In the increasingly tense atmosphere of the four major colleges, any slightest disturbance may set off a college war.

This includes the outrageous excuse of a boy from your college looking at a girl from our college.

After all, it’s just to find a reason to fight, who cares what the reason is.

"That's enough!" the boy yelled, then took out the wand from his waist and said to Owen: "You are not allowed to insult our Beauxbatons anymore. If you are a wizard, then we will see the real trick under the wand. Let me see how Huo What are the abilities of Gwartz’s wizards?”

He smiled coldly: "Dumbledore couldn't have told you what a duel is about!"

"Hey, you, a wizard who is about to become an adult, challenge me, a weak, pitiful and helpless little Hogwarts wizard, wow! You can really say it."

"Hmph! I don't think a fifth- or sixth-grade wizard who can defeat 'more than a dozen' would be a weak character." The boy deliberately pronounced the words "more than a dozen" very seriously. It was obvious that he was disappointed with Owen's record. Be skeptical.

"You -" Owen slowly stood up (discovering that he was not tall enough) - oh - no - slowly stood on the chair, staring condescendingly at the boy in front of him, "You want to fight me, you still You don’t have this qualification!”

"Don't you care about Sister Fleur over there? The student council president of your school is bullying people!!! Hey! The wizards of Beauxbatons are bullying people!!!"

Owen screamed at the top of his lungs.

And Hermione, who was accompanying him, already wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Although she couldn't understand what Owen and the boy were talking about - (French)

However, she could guess from Owen's behavior when Peeves got pregnant!

Ah~ God! Why, why should I come here to embarrass myself. Why! !

On the other side of the auditorium, Fleur, who was called by Owen's first name, looked even more ugly. Her beautiful brows were knitted together, and her whole person exuded an aura called melancholy.

But she didn't respond to Owen's shouts from beginning to end.

Maybe the student union president had been pestering her for too long, and she planned to take the opportunity to see this guy get frustrated.

Owen thought grimly.

"Enough! Enough!! Enough!!!" The guardian's eager dog suddenly barked. He held the wand tightly, with veins even protruding from his forehead. "I order you to take out the wand, you bastard!" Poor Brit!"

"Hey! I don't have the guts to beat me up! Also, your father is French."

"What? You are French!" The boy was very surprised. At that moment, even the goddess' anger at being insulted stopped for a moment.

"Old Paris is flying a white flag."

"Traitor!" This time he stepped on the boy's dog's tail again. His expression was even more furious than before. He slapped Owen's face and began to curse in an exhaustive French vocabulary.

And Owen didn't show any weakness. He even used more firepower. French, English, and Chinese languages ​​​​echoed each other, and all kinds of insulting short sentences came out of his mouth.

So soon a wonder appeared in the auditorium.

In this holy place of magic, two wizards, one holding a wand, one stretching out his fingers, one standing on the ground, one standing on a chair, one with his head raised, the other condescending, performed crazy oral gymnastics with each other.

The scolding continued for several minutes, and slowly the licking dog's combat effectiveness began to decline. His dry vocabulary had bottomed out, and Owen had just consumed a wave of French vocabulary, and English and Chinese were still ready to go!

Little brat, fight with me.

You are still too young!

"Ah~"

Licking Dog, who was so angry that he vomited blood, suddenly became angry. He yelled, and a dark green light suddenly shone on the tip of the wand, and some kind of shrill scream sounded like a whisper.

"Um?"

Owen moved faster than him.

Before he could finish reciting the curse, he swiped and kicked his liver. Then, before the stupid dog could bite him back, the Demon King rushed forward and punched the stupid dog holding the wand. 's right hand.

"Crack!" There was a sound like a bone breaking.

"Ah~~~" Then came the screams that resounded throughout the auditorium.

Then Owen used his waist and abdomen to exert force, turned around in a circle, turned his right fist into a seal, and slapped the left face of the idiot who was seeking death with a big blow.

"Killing Curse?" Hermione was shocked.

He quickly stood up and started looking for his wand.

Then - what's embarrassing is that her clothes were transformed by Owen's transformation, and the wand she put on the inside of her coat is still in the hotel!

"No." Owen grabbed the idiot's tie, pulled him up with his left hand, and greeted him back and forth with his right hand.

The dog's teeth were splattered.

"But also some kind of evil curse."

To be honest, Owen was a little angry.

When little wizards fight, although he is extremely arrogant, he will never kill him. He rarely even uses black magic, and ancient magic has never been used on little wizards.

But the half-adult wizard in front of him, who was fifty or sixty years older than him, actually used black magic on him, which was quite cruel. He was really too old to make trouble, and he was impatient to live.

Immediately, his hand became stronger again.

Until the idiot took in too much air and couldn't get out.

Only then did Owen stop what he was doing.

Grabbing his neck with both hands, he threw it high with force.

A flying kick in the air, with enough strength.

The idiot broke three tables before he could stop.

The whole person, with his head on his legs, was stuck in the last table in a functional shape.

"This is Beauxbatons?"

The corner of Owen's mouth raised a very mocking smile.

He bent down, lowered his head, picked up the scattered golden tablecloth embroidered with the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry emblem from the ground, wiped the blood in his hands and said.

He raised his head, stared at everyone present with an unruly expression and cold eyes.