I, Hogwarts Second Week

"after?"

Hermione was momentarily speechless.

Because the figure of Draco appeared in her mind unconsciously

Don't get me wrong, she didn't have any idea about the idiot who kept calling her a mudblood (now she dared not call her, but she used to call her that often) and who was already bald.

She was just thinking, how could people like the Malfoy family, who had always felt superior, admit that they were lagging behind, or give up their superior status as wizards?

A light flashed in her heart.

Hermione finally understood what Owen meant.

The more advanced Muggles become, the more intense the conflicts between them and wizards will become.

Because of the long-standing discrimination against Muggles, wizards will never admit that they may be lagging behind, not even the possibility.

"Sooner or later there will be a bigger war, or the wizards will fall completely, or the Muggles will return to the Middle Ages, and the conflicts between them will never be adjusted." Owen said quietly: "Unless——"

"Unless what?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Unless... when will you run for Minister of Magic?" Owen changed his voice, and then asked Hermione seriously.

"ha?"

"There is only one way to save the British wizarding world! That is for Hermione to become the Minister of Magic."

"Me?" Hermione was stunned, looking at Owen's fiery eyes (illusion), her fair neck was slightly red, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

The whole person lowered his head involuntarily.

"Yes! At this time, Fudge is dead and the world is in chaos. If the flag of justice is raised high in public, Gryffindor will definitely wave the flag in response, and other people with lofty ideals should provide support."

"From my point of view, the Ministry of Magic must be empty. With such a good opportunity, we and I will go in. If you hide in the bird position, you will be the minister, and we will become a high-ranking official. Wouldn't it be nice?" Owen spread his hands. There was a hint of joking in his serious expression.

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"Forehead"

Hermione's flushed cheeks cooled instantly, and then her face turned dark quickly visible to the naked eye. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

There were a lot of them. Although she didn't hear them all, she still knew the general meaning.

These are all lines about the ambition of a wolf without a father and a king.

How is she different from Voldemort when she rushes into the Ministry of Magic at this time?

Even if she, Hermione, wants to be the Minister of Magic, she will choose to defeat all the candidates in the most upright way, and then walk towards that position with the support and cheers of everyone.

How could such despicable means be used?

"I think it would be great for Owen to be the Minister of Magic. You are so strong and know so much, you must be much better than Fudge!" At this time, Hannah interjected.

She glanced at Hermione.

His face looked a little unhappy.

You still want to be the Minister of Magic, just dream!

If you want to do it, Owen should do it!

"I also think Owen is very suitable!" Harry and Ron said in unison.

They weren't impressed by Irving's tirade.

Mainly because I don’t understand it well. But they all felt great.

"Yeah, I think so too." Then another little wizard agreed.

It's Luna.

At this time, she was carrying the bunny ears that Owen gave her last summer vacation.

The silver eyes are sparkling, and the cheeks are round and bulging.

If Owen was not mistaken, she must have been stealing the candy on the counter just now.

candy

His eyes crossed Luna and landed on the two red-haired boys.

stop! Weasley, stop picking up stuff from other people's shops! ! !

He wanted to scold.

But George or Fred seemed to notice his gaze and immediately raised his hand. Silently he raised a finger.

Upon seeing this, Owen immediately swallowed the words he blurted out again.

very good!

What they mean is that after returning to Hogwarts and selling the money, they keep 10% and give themselves 90%, right?

OK!

As student body president, I knew nothing and saw nothing.

Why! By the way, where is the cloth bag in my pocket that has the infinite stretch spell cast on it?

Why can't I find it?

Oh, it’s true! Why am I so careless!

The twins were secretly and crazily stuffing things into their pockets when they were hit on the head by a cloth bag.

He picked up the thing that hit him.

It was a brown cloth bag with no distinguishing features.

Then the two looked at Owen in confusion.

Seeing his eyes sinking, he motioned for him to use the bag.

George understood, his eyes lit up, he put his hand into the bag, and then the smile on his face became even more exaggerated.

Hehe - this new student council president really understands people's hearts.

If you become the Minister of Magic in the future - wow, it will be a heavenly world!

"I'm not interested in being the Minister of Magic." Owen said, attracting the little wizard's attention back to him because of the rustling noises made by the twins.

"I long for freedom!"

"Free man! (Senagolan man) can't bear the shackles!"

Owen turned his head coolly and showed a confident smile.

The Minister of Magic, let him go to hell! ! !

————

Well - it seems like he actually went to see a ghost.

"Ahem!!!"

While everyone was chatting and laughing, talking freely about the position of Minister of Magic.

Outside the store, there was a sudden cough.

The little wizards were frightened.

The next second, four or five magic spells flew out.

"Wait~~~" the man shouted.

But it's no use.

However, as a veteran Auror, although he was a little embarrassed, he still managed to avoid those non-lethal spells by quickly lying down.

"Huh~~" Kingsley wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then he slowly got up and gestured behind him.

"It's me! Kingsley Shacklebolt." He explained quickly.

Then he walked into the store.

Is Hogwarts now breeding monsters?

His heart shouted loudly!

Although Kingsley has been an assistant professor at Hogwarts for a few weeks, he still feels a headache whenever he faces the amazing and shocking level of magic of the young wizards!

He had personally experienced the actual behavior of those lawless little wizards in school. There is almost always a fight happening somewhere in Hogwarts.

Although I heard that most of the fights were suppressed because of the strong force of the student union president named Owen Sanchez, it was the kind of fight between two or three people in a small corner.

It cannot be completely removed.

After all, Owen can't monitor every little wizard.

This is only the third grade! ! !

Kingsley glanced at most of the young wizards in the shop.

He saw a trace of fear on their green faces.

The future magic level of this group of children will inevitably far exceed the total of the current violent institutions of the Ministry of Magic, but now, they have inevitably slipped into a very dangerous abyss.

Fighting with weapons all day long, thinking about how to defeat wizards from other colleges. If this continues, most of them will fall into the embrace of dark magic sooner or later.

Because compared to white magic and those non-lethal defensive spells, the power of black magic is obvious.

He was worried, worried if there were some dark wizards among these children.

Especially the little wizard named Owen Sanchez!

They also formed a team.

This was more of a headache for him than the Death Eaters!

"Kingsley?" Owen raised his wand sideways and said with a serious expression: "You said you are Kingsley, are you Kingsley? How can I be sure that you are not a Death Eater pretending to be a Death Eater?"

The tip of his wand glowed faintly red.

Always be prepared to shoot the pretender in front of you.

After hearing Owen's words, the little wizards who had already relaxed suddenly became nervous again!

yes! Owen is right.

He said he was Kingsley, was he?

Just now Voldemort was disguised as Barty Crouch!

Thinking in their minds, they raised their wands again.

"Please briefly prove that you are yourself!" Owen said.

"???"

Kingsley's dark face was covered with black lines.

I prove myself to be myself.

Do you want to hear what nonsense you are talking about?

"I am Kingsley, and I also know that you are Owen Sanchez. Harry Potter, the three Weasley children, Hermione Granger and the girl from the Abbott family." He said in a stiff tone. .

Justin:? ? ?

Why not me?

"Tsk~~~ As long as you are a reader of books and newspapers, there is no one who doesn't know me. This doesn't matter."

"I have something Fudge wants to give you," he continued.

"and--"

His expression suddenly felt unnatural. It was a complicated, indescribable, and strange expression.

There is some smile mixed with sadness, and there is a little coolness mixed with sadness.

In short, a fan-shaped diagram appeared on his face. After the golden section, there were about two-quarters sadness, one-fifth coolness, one-sixth humor and the last remaining forbearance.

"Fudge died here."

"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

"To be precise." He pointed at the twins. The two guys were secretly hiding in the recess of a cabinet that looked like it had been blown open, frantically gathering the surrounding merchandise.

"That's where he died."

Quiet!

"boom!"

Not only George but also Fred, one of them suddenly lost his grip on the prank product, the ‘nose-biting teacup’.

Then there was a crisp sound of a tea cup being smashed.

But it didn't break, it wasn't a real teapot after all.

But this activates it.

The lid of the teapot suddenly opened its mouth.

Then he jumped and happened to bite Ron who was closest to the twins.

"Oh! Woo~" The unlucky Ron screamed.

The eerie quiet atmosphere was finally broken.

"Hiss, hiss~~~" Owen took a breath.

"This is really a lantern on the grave - looking for ghosts!"

He looked embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

He did a lot of belittling the Minister of Magic just now.

And the twins.

Their reaction is greater.

The two brothers reacted, howled quickly, and then pounced on Owen.

Like a frightened rabbit.

Just as it poured into his arms, someone's naughty hand stuffed the bag into his pocket.

This gives the fear a comical undertone.

But except for Gemini, everyone else's reactions were quite normal.

Hermione and Hannah stood up and walked towards the door.

As a result, he was stopped by Kingsley.

Justin jumped onto the counter, showing off his shame.

During this process, it was Luna who seemed the most relaxed, her expression never changing.

The reason is because Luna really believes that Fudge has cultivated an army of fire elves and is always trying to subvert the magical world.

Maybe for her, it might be a good thing to hear that Fudge died here.

"If this is what you want, then take it!" Kingsley took a deep breath, calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and then took out a large magical object from his pocket and handed it to Owen.

Yes, huge!

Owen took the time turner from his hand, which looked like a smaller version of the academy's timer.

It's so huge.

Like a small hourglass. A full foot tall (thirty centimeters).

Compared to the original Time Turner, it's simply exaggerated.

"How to use it?" He fiddled with the magnificent object, which seemed to be made of jade and wrapped in gold. In the transparent container of crystal, there are time converters containing little bits of fine, sand-like material.

Phew~~

This is the time converter.

The great magic props of the wizarding world.

That sand-like substance is actually a concrete curse.

A time spell.

Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, that magic spell has been lost in the years. Now all we can see are the remaining magic props that have been made into time turner style.

"The wand strikes its crystal surface and rotates once for an hour," Kingsley explained.

"I warn you again, this is the most dangerous magic prop in the world. Once something goes wrong, it will not only affect you or the people around you, it will affect the entire world."

"I know." Owen tapped his wand on the surface of the hourglass in his hand.

Sure enough, there was a strange rhythm.

The grains of sand in the crystal floated like snowflakes.

Crystal clear and sparkling.

Owen's mind moved, and he understood that as long as he turned the crystal at this time, time would go back.

"No! You don't understand at all!" Looking at the child in front of him as if he had obtained a fun toy, Kingsley rarely showed an angry expression.

He stared straight at Owen.

The dark cheeks were wary and scrutinizing.

"I really don't understand why Dumbledore is so reassured by you?" he said.

"Owen Sanchez, a young wizard who is comparable to a dark wizard. If it weren't for his favoritism, I would definitely send you to Azkaban. You deserve this."

"I know." Owen dispelled the magic of the wand that exuded strange time power.

Then he pocketed the time-turner.

This is not the place to cast it.

Then she looked at him with a smile.

"Shacklebol! An enemy is coming."

Just as Kingsley continued to stare at Owen carefully, as if he wanted to leave some warning on his lips, a cry suddenly came from behind him.

It was a young wizard in a brown suit.

"Mr. Ober Bennie?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she saw the 'dead' Ministry of Magic official again in disbelief.

"Oh! It's you!" A trace of embarrassment flashed across Auber Benny's cautious face.

But he soon restrained himself.

This is not the time to explain those troublesome things.

"The Hog's Head bar can't stand it any longer. Mr. Aberforth wants you to go back quickly."

"I understand." Kingsley nodded, then tightened the wand in his hand, leaned out, and got out of the long-destroyed doorway.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned around and said to Owen in a serious tone: "I will draw away all the enemies around you, and you."

"Remember!" There was a touch of sadness in his brown eyes, which was the bitter fruit brewed by a certain unpleasant memory.

Then, a deep and slow voice slowly said: "You brought them out. Look at your companions. They are following you. It is your responsibility to take them back. Take them back to the castle."

"I hope you never, ever forget that."

With that, he led his men into the darkness.

After a moment, a fluorescent light suddenly lit up in the sky.

Then, the little wizards heard countless piercing sounds flying over their heads.

Maybe Death Eaters, maybe just dark wizards in general, maybe some dark creatures, maybe a bunch of dementors.

Harry and Hermione had a look of worry on their faces.

At this moment, even Luna, who didn't like Aurors, a violent institution of the Ministry of Magic, admitted that Kingsley was a hero.

He deserves it.

"Okay, it's time for us to leave." Owen held his wand tightly and looked at the little wizards around him.

No one will die in front of him.

Unless he falls first.

They headed in the opposite direction to Kingsley, dodging all the way back to the castle.

The process was quite thrilling.

But there were also several surprise attacks.

Several dark creatures and blind wizards attacked them for golden galleons.

But these are irrelevant.

Not to mention Owen, even now Harry and the others can easily defeat those guys.

Finally, after they climbed over a mountain col, they saw the figures of several professors not far away.

It was hard to see clearly in the dark night.

But Owen could vaguely tell based on the frequency of spell casting and what kind of spell it was. The person in front of them should be Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw College.

"Come here!"

Owen stopped.

The little wizards around him were stunned. They knew that he had more important things to do.

"Owen!"

"Don't follow me," he said.

"Stop following me silently. It's very dangerous."

He smiled and waved for them to leave.

Harry paused. He seemed to have something to say, a thousand words.

But in the end he endured it.

After nodding toward Owen, he, Ron, and the reluctant Hermione and the Gemini turned and walked toward the top of the mountain.

"You should go back too! Go see how Professor Sprout is doing." He said softly towards Hannah.

Then he glared at Justin.

That kid is pretty smart.

She responded to him immediately, pulled Hannah and walked up the mountain.

The little witch was very reluctant to leave, but she didn't force herself to stay. She just turned around, her golden braids streaking like streams in the heavy snow.

She said nothing.

It seems that he realizes that he can never catch up with Irving.

The look on his face when he turned around revealed a kind of sadness.

"You're the only one left."

"I think I can help you!" Luna blinked and said in a singing voice.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know why," she said, "Maybe it's some fate!"

"Destiny?" Owen smiled, and then his eyes crossed the darkness halfway up the mountain, and seemed to see through the forest not far away, where there were people deep inside.

"Everything is already destined."

"Hand over here!" he said.

Hearing the sound, Luna smiled. Then she jumped closer to him and stretched out her white hand.

Owen's hand was held tightly.

They stood side by side on a mound.

The time turner in his arms flew out of his pocket under the support of the magic spell.

Then it floated in front of Owen.

The two looked at each other.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, this will be a great adventure?" she said in a longing tone.

Hearing the sound, Owen smiled and said nothing, and gently knocked the crystal with his other hand holding the magic spell.

Then he slowly controlled the crystal and began to reverse it.

"call!"

Suddenly, the world seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The snowflakes all over the sky were crystal clear and floating in the air.

Then it started to rise rapidly.

On the earth, the snow turned into little snowflakes again, hugging the sky as if returning to the mother's arms.

The clouds are rolling.

at some point.

A huge gap opened in the clouds.

Through that gap, the stars in the sky twinkled.

The purple light penetrates the earth and draws from one end of the horizon to the other.

On the earth, on the mountainside.

The brilliant starry sky is accompanied by a certain rhythm in Owen's hands.

Backflowing like a shooting star.

At that moment he seemed to be the master of the world.

With all your heart and soul, you can do anything.

Until the west side of the earth, a ray of setting sun rises from the top of the mountain.

Then it rises higher and higher, and finally hangs high.

The sun dispersed the stars.

It also dispels the darkness.

"Hu~hu~" I don't know why.

It was obvious that he didn't put in much effort, but he was still panting.

Luna gasped as well.

Such a spectacular scene oppressed them. In addition to being shocked, they also felt a sense of powerlessness that they only realize how humble they are when they see the world.

Fortunately, that feeling went away as quickly as it came.

After calming down, Owen quickly put the time turner back into his pocket.

At this moment, it's about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Although it was bright, it was already starting to get dark.

At this time, he was walking the dementors with Harry and the others in the open space in front of Quidditch.

It is strange to say that the professor did not notice the big movement of the walking dementor.

"This is~" Luna lacked the most basic psychological expectations for the sudden lightening of the sky in the blink of an eye.

It's not her fault, no one would have such a tone.

"Time-turner." Owen looked around.

In the icy and snowy weather, except for Harry, not many young wizards were willing to step out of the castle. Apart from the dry grassland and exposed land, the only company around them was the cold wind.

Then he explained to Luna what the time turner did.

As the elf screamed in surprise, she finally understood that time could be turned back.

"Why are you here?"

"Go back quickly!"

A voice came from a distance.

That's——Professor Lupine.

The college entrance examination is tomorrow!

No matter what, let's try our best. It is really a very important exam, and many years later, I understand it deeply.

Here, I also sincerely hope that you can get on the gold list and get admitted to the school of your dreams.