I, Hogwarts Second Week

In the afternoon at Beauxbatons, Owen strolled in the courtyard between Beauxbatons Manor and the Manor.

The sun shone on the boy's body, making him look extra warm and soft.

Today he was wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, a pair of shorts with Superman printed on his lower body, and a pair of fire dragon leather shoes. Well, he stood out as a non-mainstream person.

He was already showing off to Professor Dumbledore even if he didn't dye the thing on top of his head green.

Because he thought he would be beaten by the old principal.

But even with such an unusual outfit, he still couldn't suppress his handsome face.

——As we all know, Irving has an exquisite little face.

It can be said that the foundation of big guys who can dress up as women is not too bad. Not to mention that this is a heavyweight who can fool the entire academy.

He is even prettier than some girls.

But it is a pity that the beautiful boy is not mute, otherwise his charm would definitely be higher.

The people on the road are like jade, and the young people are unparalleled in the world.

What a pity he has a mouth!

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The sunshine in southern France is not that harsh, even though it is already August.

After all, Beauxbatons is also in the mountains. The temperature cannot be like that in the city.

At this time, Owen, who was having a cordial exchange with Taiyang, suddenly had a wonderful fragrance on the tip of his nose. He rolled his eyes and saw an acquaintance appearing at the other end of the corridor from a distance.

The charming young lady Furong

The next second, the corners of Owen's mouth turned up, and a faint smile formed on his cheeks.

Oh~~~

Dear, what did you find?

My gut tells me there's a big fat sheep around here.

oh! That's definitely not me, and it's certainly not you reading the book. Then - who could it be?

It turns out to be her! Our beautiful Miss Furong.

God, I can smell the heavy Galleons in her pocket.

Gold! Gold! ! Gold! ! !

Oh~hohoho!

Then, like petals flying in the wind, Owen flew towards Hibiscus lightly.

"Oh! My dear sister Furong, you are frowning. It seems that you are in trouble. Why do you need my help?"

Owen asked with a smile, standing next to Fleur.

Seeing the boy flying over like a butterfly and his cynical expression, Fleur was speechless - and angry.

But she knew there was no reason for her anger.

If possible, she really wanted to ask the boy in front of her for wizard dueling skills.

But - they are still enemies, and they also represent two schools.

"I'm fine." Fleur said coldly, turned and left.

Her back was still so beautiful, but it gave people a strong sense of alienation and indifference.

"Oh! God, you really can't lie, dear Sheep - ah - not - the client - that - Sister Furong." Owen chased after him, the smile on his face still bright.

"It's written all over his face, why is Owen so strong, and why is that Hogwarts girl so strong? Why? Why on earth is this!"

"Sister, your little thoughts are really easy to guess."

"Hey~" He continued with a faint smile: "Don't deny it in a hurry, and don't refuse it."

"Do you know why Miss Granger can cast spells without a wand at such a young age?" Owen said seductively with frivolous eyebrows.

"Don't you find it strange that a fourteen-year-old little witch can master advanced spell-casting skills?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Rong's body stiffened slightly, she stopped and slowly turned around.

At that moment, Owen seemed to hear the sound of her heart beating violently.

oh! Hoho! Hey, it's good if there's demand, so he can ask for prices all over the place~

"A complete set of Hogwarts secrets, twenty-four lessons, each sold for only twenty-five gold galleons!"

Owen stared at Fleur with a playful smile.

The moment he told the price, the beautiful young lady just frowned slightly.

Apart from that, there was no other reaction. From this, it seemed that she could definitely afford it, and she might have even less.

As for the secret he said

How do you think Hermione learned to cast spells without a wand?

Of course he was beaten out!

As the only wizard in the trio who might cause harm to him, he would focus on taking care of Hermione every time he taught a class. In at least seven out of ten training sessions, she was disarmed at the beginning.

You get more beatings without a wand than you do with a wand.

After beating her for a long time, she went to learn the technique of casting spells without a wand without Owen's guidance.

Over time, it was completely normal for her to be able to cast levitating spells without a wand.

Irving calls this method, the method that comes naturally.

Refers to: a method in which students will naturally improve after being beaten for a long time.

"Hey~ What, are you still hesitating?" Then, Owen opened his little mouth and began to draw a pie for Furong - ah, no, telling a story: "A long time ago, in the dynasty before the Ming Dynasty, there was A great thinker named Han Yu."

"Scholars in ancient times must have teachers - they have their own order of learning, and their professions have specializations."

Owen talked for a long time.

He watched helplessly as the light in Fleur's eyes grew stronger and stronger, as if she was really moved by him.

But at this critical moment, a sudden shout came from behind, breaking the atmosphere that Owen had worked so hard to create.

"What are you doing?" At the end of the corridor, Hermione looked at the two people warily.

Especially when they get tighter and tighter.

Her fluffy hair almost stood up, that was the alarm sound sent to her by a girl's sixth sense.

"Academic exchange~" Owen glanced at Hermione, slightly unhappy.

Because he knew that this business was probably going to be ruined by Hermione.

Friendly reminder: The little witch is still having a temper with him.

Although a long time had passed, Miss Granger was still sulking.

Obviously he has explained it ten thousand times, but she just kept a straight face.

"Hmph! I know what you are doing, and you are defrauding other people of their money, right?" Hermione walked over in an arrogant manner, then pushed Owen away, took Fleur's hand, and was about to leave, "She doesn't need you! "

Hermione glanced at Owen, then angrily pulled Fleur away.

"???"

What do you mean Granger! ! !

I'll forget about the crazy involution. Why are you trying to steal my business?

Who is this? This is.

Seeing the two of them walking further and further away, Owen couldn't help but feel heartbroken. That was a lot of money. It was really——————

On the other side, he pulled Fleur and came to an empty classroom with no one.

Hermione closed the door as soon as she entered.

Her heart was in turmoil, and sometimes even she couldn't figure out why she did something.

For example, after being blown away by the cold air in the room, Hermione began to panic. She didn't know how to face this beautiful and shameless big sister.

"That guy is just cheating you of your money. He can cast spells without a wand. It's very simple." She couldn't find anything to talk about, so she could only start by stepping on Owen.

Anyway, that annoying guy did such bad things, maybe these things can still resonate with Fleur.

Of course, there may be deeper reasons.

Fleur, who had her cheek pressed against her hair and looked a little confused, didn't understand why Hermione was so panicked. However, if she really needed someone to guide her in wandless magic, she would definitely prefer to choose Hermione.

Just like that, the two girls sat on the chairs in the empty classroom.

The warm breeze of midsummer blows in through the hollow windows.

Touching two slightly embarrassed hearts with the sweet floral fragrance.

Hermione gradually relaxed and began to tell Fleur her experience of wandless spellcasting without reservation.

Two hearts that were originally full of distance gradually came together.

Because Hermione soon discovered that Fleur was actually much better than her and knew more.

After she finished talking about her pitiful experience, Fleur spent most of the remaining time introducing various magic spells to her.

Especially the charm magic, she used it like a fish in water.

Hermione, who was quite confused about this, interrupted her and asked why she didn't use it during the duel!

Regarding this - Fleur was a little embarrassed, and then explained with a sigh, because she has Veela blood, it is easy to provoke some 'flowers and flowers', but if she adds charm magic, then every time the duel ends, she will have more A clingy 'wooer'.

She didn't want to cause trouble, let alone become a vase pursued by boys, so she developed the habit of not using charm magic during wizard duels.

Of course, she will still use it in dangerous situations and duels with non-living things.

"Why do you think so?" Hermione held Fleur's hand, her eyes full of determination, "You should stick to your advantages and don't care about other people's opinions."

"Just like me." She pointed at herself, "The wizards in Slytherin College all call me a Mudblood, but so what? Should I deceive myself and others, be depressed all day long, and then subtly admit that the pure-blood wizard is Better than a little wizard from 'this' background like me?"

"No!" She raised her head sharply, and the sun poured into her brown hair, making Hermione's whole body shine.

An unprecedented and powerful confidence that Fleur had never seen before, which was not equal to her arrogance, rushed towards her face.

“I will work harder than them, whether it’s spells, potions, or anything else, I want to prove that the set of things they insist on are outdated, are trivial, and should be swept into the trash heap of history. "

"Those who provoke me, I will fight back directly. Why do we care so much about other people's opinions? We should fight for ourselves and for a greater cause." The little witch's eyes flashed with dazzling light, which was the expression of Furong from unprecedented

Growing up, because of her Veela bloodline, she had attracted much attention from a very young age. She was the center of attention wherever she was. Slowly, this focus gradually turned into a kind of arrogance.

In addition, her magical talent is indeed quite outstanding, far ahead of the young wizards of her age.

This further aggravated her arrogance. (Fleur's character change should be after Goblet of Fire, and here she is generally described as an arrogant genius girl.)

Until she met Owen and Hermione.

Especially the girl in front of her who had completely different ideas from her.

For the first time, Furong had the realization that there was someone more beautiful than her - it was the purest appreciation and admiration.

The answer to the group chat is: Grandpa’s treasure will be mentioned in the next chapter from time to time.