I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Hello, are you a new student at Hogwarts too?"

Just when Owen was about to burst into tears, a clear girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around sadly, and another extremely 'wrong' figure appeared in front of him.

"Um - what's wrong with you?"

Hermione's bright brown eyes flashed with a hint of disgust.

Who is this guy?

How old are you to still shed tears because of going to school?

She didn't cry the first time she went to kindergarten.

"It's okay, I'm very happy to see such a fair and fair person." Owen stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes. Although his words might cause some unnecessary ambiguity, he swore that he was really happy.

This joy is especially strong after seeing a certain black and colorful Hermione.

"My name is Owen, Owen Sanchez. Nice to meet you." Looking at Hermione, the Grangers and his wife behind Hermione looked at him more and more unkindly. Owen hurriedly suppressed the feeling in his heart and pretended to be serious: "First year at Hogwarts."

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." The little girl took a small step back obviously.

Then, with a slightly warning look in the Granger couple's eyes, Hermione walked past him pushing her luggage without saying a word.

Um.

Vaguely, Owen seemed to see the words (-10 favorability) flashing over the heads of Hermione and his parents.

What a misfortune!

In the last episode, they often fell in love and killed each other, um - they threw Avatar at each other.

This time - since he is a character in the movie, will he continue his unfinished career?

I feel that the normal version of Death Eaters is not very promising!

Owen thought as he followed the Weasleys through the wall.

"Woo~"

The moment he squeezed out of the wall, Owen immediately smelled the thick smoke and whistle of a steam locomotive.

The bustling crowd was chirping, there were buzzing voices, the friction of dragging luggage, and the shrill hoot of owls, one after another.

It feels like a million crows screaming in your ears.

After finally squeezing through the crowd, Owen pushed himself onto the train with a salute.

Unexpectedly, the train aisle was still very crowded.

The first few carriages have already run out of space.

The little wizards in the compartment were either playing around or talking to their friends. Owen even saw a few leaning out of the car window to talk to their families.

"Zizhen." Looking at the little wizards with reddish-brown bow ties around their necks and half of their bodies outside the window, Owen couldn't help but think of a sentence: "There are thousands of roads, safety is the first one, and riding in a car is not standardized. , my loved ones shed tears."

Moving forward, after walking through several carriages, Owen finally found a small compartment with only two people in it.

"What a coincidence! Miss Granger."

In the carriage was Hermione and a round-faced boy.

"It's quite a coincidence." The little witch frowned slightly. She always felt that the boy in front of her who was as old as herself was a little - how should I put it? Danger?

"Don't look at me like that." After placing the suitcase in the corner of the compartment, Owen sat next to Neville and said to Hermione, "I'm such a good person."

"At least—for now."

"But I have never had any experience in this area. I may need to ask for advice in the future."

Well, Owen admitted that he had acquired a lot of the dark wizard's temperament after being a Death Eater for a long time.

But he has never done anything harmful to the world. After all, the Death Eaters are a serious 'just' organization.

Owen himself - ahem - just killed a few traitors who were both male and female.

"Dudu~"

At this time the whistle sounded, and then the train started slowly.

Hermione, who had no desire to talk, immediately stopped talking to Owen. She took out a thick magic book from her suitcase, leaned against the window and read to herself.

Neville also noticed the depressing atmosphere in the cubicle. He lowered his head and sat stiffly on the seat. He didn't even have the courage to mention his lost pet toad.

Just like that, about an hour passed.

The train has left London.

They were speeding along fields filled with cattle and sheep.

There were also bursts of noise in the corridor, getting closer and closer.

Finally, a woman with a nice smile and dimples opened the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food for the car?"

"Oh! No, I brought it with me. My grandma made lunch." Neville was the first to reply.

"Please bring me some desserts, by the way - no! More! Flavor! Beans!" Owen said solemnly, reaching into his pocket to pay.

"I'm sorry, kid." The woman suddenly looked stunned, and then explained a little apologetically: "All the desserts were bought by the boy with the scar on his head in the first few stalls."

"What?" Owen was stunned, and his hand that was about to take out the money stopped in mid-air, "Did you sell everything to him alone?"

"I'm rich." The woman said with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with today's big deal. “You can try pumpkin pie or pot cakes, which are also delicious.”

"No need." Owen suddenly stood up and put the silver coin in his hand back into his pocket.

Then he took out the wand that belonged to his grandfather from another pocket.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Hermione looked straight at Owen's back as he prepared to leave. She had a hunch that something bad was going to happen later.

"Huh - nothing."

Owen turned around and smiled shyly.

"I'm going to get to know the boy who survived the disaster and stole my snacks."

With that said, Owen left the compartment under Hermione's shocked eyes.

About half a minute passed.

The compartment door opened again.

It's Owen.

Holding many snacks, he calmly sat back in his seat.

"I'm back," he said.

By the way, he tore open a pack of unknown snacks and said, "You guys should try it too."

"These are greeting gifts from Harry. He is worthy of being the famous savior who survived the catastrophe, and he is so hospitable."

Hermione glanced at the snacks spread across the entire cubicle table in shock, and asked in disbelief: "Did he give you all the snacks?"

"Um!"

"voluntary?"

"Yeah!" Owen nodded reluctantly.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I will believe it?" The little witch stood up with an angry look and walked out of the compartment.

"Forehead"

"Why doesn't she believe it?" Putting a piece of cake-like dessert into his mouth, Owen shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Neville, "Want to try it?"

"No - no need." Poor Neville leaned towards the window, his trembling voice indicating that he was about to cry.

"Make a friend!" he said, putting a bag of candy into Neville's hand. "Don't you want to give me face?"