I, Hogwarts Second Week

Even the flowers that had lost their root systems and lost their living soil were replanted one by one.

They are all alive again.

The scene that seemed like the Milky Way was inverted lasted for more than ten seconds. When the last stone returned to its homeland, the flowerbed returned to its original appearance, as if everything had never happened.

The little wizards who were watching had no time to be alert, because a voice, a voice they were all too familiar with, was roaring and destroying the magnificent scenery.

"Hey, hey, I'm going backwards too because of Mao."

That's right, when the shocking inversion of the Milky Way was happening just now, Irving was very lucky to be one of them.

He followed the dirt under his feet and flew over uncontrollably.

"Wait a minute!!!" he yelled.

But before he could escape, many plant vines suddenly emerged from the ground.

Wrap up his arms and feet.

Under the moonlight, a certain little black man had his hands tied, and a strong tree grew behind him.

It's more than twenty feet tall.

A vine delicately passed through his bound hands, and then hung them high.

"What are you doing!" Owen's legs kept kicking the tree trunk, trying to break free from the rope, but with little success.

"I'm innocent. They were the ones who provoked me first. I just fought back in self-defense. I want to protest! I want to" Owen, who was hanging from the tree, continued to kick his legs vigorously and shouted loudly, without waiting for it to say a few words. , several black and thick vines suddenly attacked from all directions and covered his mouth.

"Woooooo~" This time, he was really speechless, only whining and gasping sounds were left.

Without his mouth, Demon King Ou, whose combat effectiveness dropped by 90%, was like a moth trapped in a spider's web.

"I think dinner is not over yet!" Professor Dumbledore smiled and winked at Hermione, and then led her back into the auditorium as if urging her.

That night, there was an extra tree outside Beauxbatons' courtyard.

Under the moonlight!

The little blackhead was hung on a tree, enjoying a rare moonlight bath.

In the middle of the night, the vines that sealed 90% of his combat power had loosened.

Then - with the mentality that if I am unhappy, I will make you even more unhappy.

Owen sang at the top of his lungs for more than an hour about hero songs, daring to ask where the road was, frowning in vain, and the rolling water of the Yangtze River passing eastward.

After that, maybe because I was afraid that the Chinese brats wouldn’t understand, I immediately started playing the song list.

——Debout——les——damnés——de——la——terre.

With his deep voice imprinted, and under the witness of the moonlight, Owen gave a battle score from the old revolutionary quarter of Paris to all the young wizards at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At dawn, Owen got out of the tree.

He slept soundly last night.

The little black man clearly remembered that he had been playing songs all night, but he fell asleep inexplicably in the middle of the night.

After two hours, Owen finally found the wand buried deep in the soil under a rose flower.

Holding the magic wand, feeling the increase in dark power, wow, the Demon King is back to his full strength.

Where's Dumbledore!

Dumbledore is here!

If he doesn’t give himself an explanation!

I will let him lose his grandson!

An angry Owen walked into the manor.

All the oncoming little wizards deliberately avoided him. But compare with the fear and arrogance on the faces of those guys before.

Now they are more premium.

If Owen had single-handedly suppressed the Beauxbatons little wizard before, they could have resisted angrily, but when they discovered that there was a little wizard from Hogwarts who was also so powerful, their resistance suddenly became meaningless.

They knew that the gap now was not between themselves and this boy, but between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

So what if they can beat Irving?

The second and third year old wizards at Hogwarts can beat their fifth and sixth year old wizards, but what about their senior years?

————Dumbledore! ! !

The little wizard of Beauxbatons couldn't help but recite this name silently in his heart. He is indeed the greatest wizard in the world.

His students are really strong! ! !

Desperate! ! !

"Tch, are you feeling down now?" After sparing a large group of people and not seeing anyone causing trouble, Irving suddenly felt bored.

It's still the fools like Gryffindor or the fools like Ravenclaw who are so funny.

Going forward one after another, provoking him without knowing the pain, that would be interesting.

Owen, who rubbed his arms and ran to the auditorium for breakfast, hurriedly ended his visit and was ready to go find Nick.

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Of course Old Deng would not hang him in a tree all night unless he wanted to amputate Owen's leg.

The branches were supporting him.

Owen could naturally see the old principal's intentions. After all, it was someone else's territory, and things had to be done.

Afterwards, under Nicolás's signal, he and Hermione happily moved into this great institution that was as popular as Hogwarts.

Time passes by bit by bit.

July passed quietly.

These days, although everyone is in France, magic news from the other side of the ocean and Britain is still coming continuously.

The most noteworthy of these is Sirius's escape from prison.

Of course, this is for other people. For Irving, this is nothing worth saying. He had expected it.

This was planned by him.

There has to be some ripples in the calm days, right?

Besides, he also has his purpose.

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In the days that followed, Owen lived a peaceful life, busy learning alchemy with Nicoléme every day.

Of course, that's not what he was interested in.

Alchemy is too time-consuming, and his talent in alchemy is not outstanding. Owen feels that it is good if he can barely maintain his talent in magic.

He can't be a jack-of-all-trades, and Irving knows that.

But even though it was boring, he never expressed his unwillingness to continue learning alchemy. After all, as a 600-year-old man, he may be the longest living wizard on the planet.

In addition to his outstanding attainments in alchemy, Nicoléme.

In other aspects, such as: magic spells, potions, herbs, history of magic, magic patterns, and ancient magic, he has achieved extremely high achievements.

After all, six hundred years!

For a long time, even though Nick had not actively explored these aspects of magical knowledge, he had been Beauxbatons' professor for hundreds of years, and the knowledge would still flow to him inadvertently.

What Owen values ​​most is knowledge about ancient magic.

Spellcasting skills to be precise. His young body was too taxed to perform ancient magic. Maybe Nick will know how to lower that burden.

"alright."

The decor of Beauxbatons' classrooms is completely different from that of Hogwarts.

On the second floor, there is a circular classroom. Its entire structure is stepped and very large.

The entire wall and the few remaining columns are made of pure white marble. The round table-shaped podium is located in the center like a stage, and the students' seats are all standing on it.

At first, Owen was doubtful that he would not be able to see this pit-like classroom if he sat too high and too far away. Until, he saw Nick waving his hand, and the entire classroom began to rotate like a compass, and then enlarged as a whole.

All layers, can go up and down.

Includes center-based lectures.

Professors vary the size and layout of classrooms depending on the course and number of students.

At this time, Owen kneeled towards this shocking classroom!

As expected of the magic school where Nicolas Flamel attended, it was filled with miracles created by alchemy.

"This is probably all the catalogs about ancient magic. You can take my warrant and go to Beauxbatons' library to find what you want."

On the round table podium, Nick smiled and handed a thick manuscript to Owen.

Then, with the other person's eyes looking like he had found a treasure, he watched him leave.

"This child-" Le May had a faint trace of sadness on her old face.

Not only was he sad that he was about to pass away, but he was also disappointed that he could not find an heir.

Owen is indeed very good, and it can even be said that he is a little too good. His talent is unparalleled and far exceeds Albus's expectations.

In his six hundred years, except for the boy who also came from Hogwarts one hundred and fifty years ago, he has never seen a child with more magical talent than Owen.

"No -" This child is stronger than that child!

If his life can continue, his achievements will be limitless——

Nick had the intention to pass on his alchemy skills to Owen, as well as all the secrets of magic that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve, but the child had no intention of doing so.

Hey ~ that’s all!

Nick sighed softly, alchemy requires long-term experiments. For a child whose life is as short as fireworks, how could he bear to let him stay with the laboratory all day long during the most colorful days of his life.

"Let nature take its course~" Nick, who had really begun to study the secrets of Owen's bloodline, slowly, dragging his body like the setting sun, gradually disappeared into the corridor outside the classroom.

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Madame Maxime was originally unwilling to open the library to the young wizards at Hogwarts, but since a large volume in Beauxbatons' library was a gift from Nick, she couldn't find an excuse to stop it.

————In the early morning, the sun shines through the colorful mosaic glass, leaving mottled wine filled with time on the ancient stone pillars and arches of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which are carved with murals of Joan of Arc’s salvation story.

At the very edge of the mellow fragrance, a handsome young man sat in front of an exquisite long table.

He was wearing a set of black wizard robes and had an indescribable temperament. He was sitting there calm, elegant and quiet like a blooming French rose.

The young man frowned slightly and concentrated on looking at the parchment in front of him.

He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a delicate and handsome face.

His black hair is soft and slightly curly, and his eyes are a little blurry. His gray eyes reveal a flash of alertness. He has a tall nose and full lips. He seems to be Merlin's most perfect creation. Every part of his face has been magically transformed. The master's immersed painstaking carving.

Only the smile that raised the corner of his mouth revealed a little bit of childishness that was not easy to detect.

"Cao Nima, I'm already here in Bubbaston and I still have to copy books!"

"Copying books, am I the automaton secretary?"

"You shouldn't have told Dumbledore that I had a warrant from Nico Flamel!"

Owen had been in this position for a long time, his hands full of old books and mountains of manuscripts.

The copying required by Old Dengtou was not as simple as just dipping some ink and writing a word.

He must use an ancient technique to incorporate ancient magic patterns into the text. Only in this way can his manuscript become a book containing magic.

Just like those profound magic books in the forbidden area.

That's why Irving hates this deeply, because this is simply exploitation, the old principal is squeezing himself!

He just wanted to move Beaubaston's library back to Hogwarts, and he was the poor porter!

However, he is not alone in the hard work of moving.

Right across from Owen.

Hermione, who was wearing a white dress, was also caught.

But unlike Irving, writing one word can describe Lao Deng's skinned nature from the beginning to the end.

Hermione obviously did not regard this arduous journey of copying books as a hardship. On the contrary, she was very happy, with her eyes shining with greed for knowledge.

I don't know since when, Owen was surprised to find that Hermione across from him could actually write with both hands, and she could also copy different books.

Like a tentacle monster, she coded words very fast without even raising her head. The most terrible thing was that she often maintained this speed and posture for several hours after writing.

Like a little monster.

Do you think you will be happy if you have a beautiful girl sitting beside you and copying books together?

Ah! Happy ass!

The man named Granger is definitely a scab! I worked for Dumbledore and didn't realize it, so he got mad at me.

Although she just dipped in ink and simply copied it, it still aroused Owen's strong dissatisfaction. He couldn't take care of himself due to being involved in life, so he had to leave the library frequently and go outside to relax.

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"That's enough, Fleur. Casting without a wand is the highest level of spellcasting skills for wizards. Failure is inevitable. You need to train with a degree of relaxation instead of blindly forcing yourself!"

On the top floor of the largest manor of Bubaston Magic School, in the private training room of the principal, Madame Maxime, Fleur, known as the Fairy of the Lake, was breathing heavily and slumped on the ground in a very inelegant posture.

Her shoulders were shaking slightly, her forehead was covered with sweat, her mental energy was severely weakened, and there was no sparkle in her eyes at all!

"No! You don't understand, Professor!" After hearing Madame Maxime's warning, Fleur's strong spirit and a trace of determination emerged in her distracted eyes, "I have brought shame to Beauxbatons, which must be washed away by me myself! "

She raised her head stubbornly.

That light of tenacity that had never appeared in Fleur made Madame Maxime very pleased.

But on the other hand, she was deeply shocked by the two students at Hogwarts.

A person with bottomless strength can use such high-level skills as wandless spellcasting at a young age.

The puzzled Madam Maxime even approached Dumbledore and asked him how to teach students.

But every time the old principal just smiled unnaturally and modestly, he would soon lead the topic elsewhere.

Madame Maxime knew that this might be a Hogwarts secret, and Dumbledore would not tell her easily to an outsider - on the other hand, even an enemy.

But in fact, the reason why Dumbledore did not openly disclose his so-called teaching skills to Madame Maxime was entirely because of shame!

Why do you ask the old principal to open his mouth?

Hmm - why are the little wizards at Hogwarts so powerful?

Answer - Oh! That's because at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey is probably the busiest staff member every day. If less than three little wizards are carried into the school infirmary every day, it is a good year for her.

How could Dumbledore say this?

"I understand, but there are some things that cannot be forced. Besides, your mental strength has reached its limit. Forcing yourself to study is harmful. Well - go back and rest." Mrs. Maxim cast a spell to clean all the stains on Fleur's body.

Then he helped her up, continued to say a few words of warning, and sent her out of the training room.

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