I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I didn't expect that you, who is not afraid of anything, would be so embarrassed by a beautiful girl." Sirius raised his head, with a slutty smile on his lips.

That bohemian temperament comes to my face. I think that when I was young, this person was also the master who never touched a leaf among the flowers.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the dog godfather may be bent.

Owen thought secretly.

"Girls are too troublesome. Men are more simple and rude." Owen said and stared at Sirius with a wink, "Have you ever thought about finding a godmother for Harry Potter? Or..."

His eyes were full of meaning, "I understand! I understand everything!"

"I won't laugh at you, Dog Godfather. After all, this is a magical world. People can combine with magical animals. It doesn't matter if they are the same gender. Come on, don't have any worries. I support you mentally!"

As he spoke, he opened his legs, quickly crossed the covered bridge, and disappeared in front of the castle gate under the big clock as if he was afraid of being beaten.

"This little brat."

Sirius cursed angrily, but Professor Lupine on the side smiled. Suddenly, he had the illusion of going back to the carefree days of his youth at Hogwarts.

A few days later, rumors began to circulate in Hogwarts about the whereabouts of the dog godfather.

As the instigator, Owen touched his non-existent conscience and truly said to Harry, who found out that the rumors came from him: "I'm just doing it for his own good. Look how thin the Black family is. Besides, He is already in his thirties, half buried in the ground. Do you want your dog godfather to die alone?"

Harry, who was fooled by him for a while, was enlightened. He suddenly understood and patted Owen on the shoulder, uttered words of thanks, and then ran away happily.

Looking at Harry's retreating figure, Owen suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart. How come this kid is getting easier and easier to fool!

You can't be stupid!

Of course, the devil's conscience is indescribable. If it exists, it exists, and if it does not exist, it does not exist.

Turning around, he began to look forward to the exciting drama of his godson proposing marriage to his godfather.

Spring returns to the earth in April.

The Whomping Willow took off its silver attire and sprouted its buds again.

Everything in the castle seemed to come alive.

Quidditch games are becoming more frequent.

It is to catch up on the schedule that was dropped in the previous two months.

Harry had to spend some time every day practicing flying.

Although the Weasley twins believed that Harry with the Firebolt was invincible, Wood still forcefully arranged a lot of training targets for him.

Time passes day by day.

Until mid-April.

Hermione, who had disappeared for a long time, finally returned to her loyal Gryffindor.

"She looks terrible." Ron said nervously in the auditorium.

"She herself said that her heartbeat has been a little fast in the past few days, her chest is tight and short of breath, her head is dizzy, and she feels dizzy when she stands or squats down."

"She said she didn't want to eat and just wanted to take a rest. But her cheeks were sunken with hunger."

"???" Owen, who was holding a piece of applesauce bread in his mouth, with dark circles under his eyes and tiredness written all over his face, said in shock, "She's not going to die, is she?"

"Where is she?"

"Where's the lounge!" Ron replied.

There was no one on the long table around him.

Because this is not the time for eating, it is already after nine o'clock in the evening.

No one will come to the auditorium to eat during this time. Except for the seventh grade students who stayed up late to study for themselves, the auditorium became their second library.

"Then why don't you send her to the school medical room!" Owen stood up suddenly, um - his head was a little dizzy.

Okay – he’s also a bit ruthless about staying up late.

Ron looked at him nervously, his eyes full of sympathy. Look, what Hogwarts has forced these good students to do.

Hmm--Fortunately, he is not a good student.

Rushing from the auditorium to Gryffindor Tower, I don’t know how to treat sudden death in the wizarding world.

But if the heart stops beating, except for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, there is no magic potion in the magical world that can bring people back to life.

On the spiral staircase, Owen suddenly remembered, had Granger not returned the time turner since he borrowed it last time?

Lost~

Because he didn't need that thing at all, he didn't pay much attention to it. In addition, during this period, Dumbledore's academic requirements for him were getting higher and higher.

Why was his alchemy homework completely different from Percy's? The difficulty was at least two or three levels higher.

Under the sympathetic eyes of Percy (who finally let go, the student council president was not that easy to be), he finally stayed up late.

Recently, in order to observe Professor Sprout's new variety of cabbage and accumulate experimental data, he has not slept well for several days.

It's all about the energy-boosting pills.

Mmmmm - a pick-me-up! The best potion at Hogwarts.

So he had long forgotten about the time turner.

In other words, although Hermione disappeared for more than half a month, only God knows how long she actually spent.

"Playboy brother~"

Entering Gryffindor Tower, Ron opened his mouth and read the password.

Then, with the fat lady's aunty smile on her face and Owen's face full of confusion, the two got into the hole in the wall.

Depend on! Are you insinuating brother? Are you insinuating brother?

What did I do? Owen yelled innocently. He has been so busy recently that he wished he could grow more heads. Besides, my grandfather said it well, the so-called love is just a chemical reaction of animals reproducing offspring. It starts out dizzying and then slowly subsides, leaving you with a failed marriage. Don’t make the same mistakes, improve yourself, and focus on the science – the magic.

and

Puppy love is not good.

Puppy love hurts the body

As soon as he entered the Gryffindor common room, Owen heard Angelina's voice.

"Oh my god Hermione, what are you going to do?"

She was a Gryffindor beater and captain of the Gryffindor team after Wood graduated, two levels older than Harry.

"No, wait. Don't do this."

"Forgotten" was a silver magic spell that streaked through the air, and then directly hit Lavender in everyone's shocked eyes.

With a 'bang', the little girl flew out, her body bowed and retracted into the armchair.

She turned her head, her clear eyes seemed to be covered by something, and then slowly pulled away, along with some of her inner things disappeared.

"Merlin's beard!"

Ron's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in the Gryffindor common room in shock.

At this time, the fire in the fireplace was not extinguished.

Parchments all over the sky were scattered in the sky and on the ground like snowflakes.

The fire let out sparks that ignited the flammable papers.

With a little spark, an invisible sense of oppression burst out from the swaying figure.

Hermione held up her wand.

His tired eyes were filled with anger.

Her eyes slowly lowered, and her face became even darker after seeing the many parchments that were burned in the fireplace.

The small characters "Xiujuan" on it are obviously her hard work.

Then, Hermione said to everyone in a bad, low and threatening tone, "If anyone dares to bother me again."

"I'll turn her into a beetle, put her in a jar, and bury her in the deepest bunker of Hogwarts!"

In the firelight, her bloodshot eyes were extremely frightening, and all the little wizards couldn't help but look away the moment they looked at her.

To be fair, few of them could beat Hermione.

Maybe the academy war has been suspended this year.

So they had some misconceptions, thinking that Miss Granger was some nice talkative lady.

And when everyone felt a moment of horror in their hearts, only one person slowly raised his thumb, "Wow~~~Cool!!!"

When he spoke, Hermione happened to look at him.

Owen can guarantee that the moment his brother-in-law looked at him, he must have been thinking whether it was better to eat people braised in braised food, steamed, or fried.

Because the fiery light in her eyes could ignite him.

"Forehead"

"Although I know I'm very handsome, please don't stare at me so 'viciously'. After all, you can't monopolize my beauty."

Hermione's cheeks twitched slightly at the words of a certain narcissist.

Before she could feel nauseated and vomited.

It felt as if something hit her in the head.

Suddenly, the world seemed to be spinning, and then, in full view of everyone, he fell down without warning.

A ‘whoosh’ sound.

Just as she fell and was buried in the pile of parchment at her feet, a spell hit her accurately.

The spin made her float.

There was no fall or injury.

"What are you still waiting for?" Owen frowned and ran over.

He reached out and felt the pulse on Hermione's neck.

Um! Still dancing, no sudden death

Then he turned to look at Angelina, "Inform Professor McGonagall!" he said.

"See you in the school nurse's office!"

Then he waved his wand, and Hermione slowly floated up, then controlled by him, 'flyed' away from the lounge.

"Hi! Owen." At this time, among the crowd, Harry reacted.

He hurriedly ran over and said to Owen, "What about Lavender? She-how is she?"

"She?" Owen smiled calmly, "It's just amnesia. It's no big deal. After a while, the spell that affects her brain is cleared, and it won't take long for her to recover."

"Amnesia? Why does it take a while for you to do it now?"

"Because bro, I need to be clean for a while!" Owen replied, "By the way, collect all the parchments on the ground and the ones in the fire, and repair them. She will be anxious to get them when she wakes up."

"Amnesia!"

Just as Owen was taking steps to leave.

Another voice came from Neville's mouth in the distance behind Harry.

His face was pale, as if he had been hit by some kind of blow, and his eyes were wide open.

The whole person froze on the spot.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry also noticed Neville's appearance, and he didn't know why Neville reacted so loudly.

"Maybe he's about to wake up?"

"Awakening?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Owen, on the other hand, smiled and said nothing, continued to hold up his wand, fiddled with Hermione, and slowly floated out of the doorway.

Neville's memory is appallingly poor.

There is a reason for this.

As we all know, his parents were driven so crazy by Death Eaters.

And that scene fell into the eyes of young Neville.

In order to prevent Neville from being affected by the images of his parents being tortured by Death Eaters, his grandmother Augusta used the Forgetting Curse to delete Neville's memory.

This severely damaged his memory as a child, so much so that Neville's memory later became surprisingly poor. But this situation will improve after he retrieves that memory.

In fact, most of the sudden deteriorations in memory in the wizarding world may be caused by the Forgetting Curse.

I don’t know if Lavender will become disgraced after waking up.

He used magic to send Hermione to the school nurse's room.

Although it was late at night, Madam Pomfrey was not off work yet.

She was busy in front of a certain hospital bed, and when Owen entered, he saw the unlucky guy on the bed.

It was a fourth-year wizard from Ravenclaw.

He must have been under some kind of curse.

A thick black mane grew on his chest, like the mane on a lion's neck.

He was shaving distressedly with a knife.

Unfortunately, every time he shaved, those manes would grow back.

"Stop shaving!" Madam Pomfrey took out a bottle of potion from the medical cabinet nearby, and then she applied the dark, sticky potion full of some fishy smell on the On his chest.

Then the mane on the wizard's chest suddenly turned from black to white, like weeds sprayed with herbicide, and then fell off naturally like a kite with a broken string.

"Oh! Merlin's beard, it's really useful!" the little wizard screamed excitedly.

"Don't be happy too early!"

Madam Pomfrey said solemnly.

And the fact was just as she said. The little wizard, who had not been happy for two seconds, suddenly discovered how some hair fell from his sight.

He raised his hand in panic and stroked the top of his head.

The results were certainly visible, and not just in his hair.

His eyebrows, eyelashes, and all the hair on his body fell out.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

Wow - a bald head suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

Owen stood aside and watched quietly. He didn't mean to laugh.

He just wanted to wait for Madam Pomfrey to leave and sell the Weasley twins' new product, the instant hair growth potion, to the poor little guy.

"Why are you here?"

At this time, Madam Pomfrey finally noticed a pair of eyes standing in the aisle, looking wildly at the bald Owen.

"Fly a kite!" he said.

Then he pointed to the kite floating above his head.

The thread transformed into magical power pulled Hermione floating in the air.

For a moment, it seemed particularly strange in this dark night.

Madam Pomfrey, who had been guided, finally spotted Hermione floating above Owen.

She frowned and said in a reproachful tone, "Put her down quickly. What are you doing?"

"OK!"

He waved his wand, and Hermione landed smoothly on a clean hospital bed.

"What's wrong with her?" Madam Pomfrey walked over immediately, raised her wand and began to examine Hermione's body.

"Sudden fainting due to overexertion. May be accompanied by overuse of medications as well as anemia and loss of mood."

"?" Madam Pomfrey glanced back at him. His eyes were full of scrutiny.

"Don't look at me! I didn't do anything!" Owen spread his hands innocently, "Why do you all think the problem is with me? Damn it. I'm at a loss!"

"Is excellence a sin?"

"You are very good." Madam Pomfrey did not deny this, then she turned around and fumbled around in her medicine cabinet, and then rummaged through the bottles and jars and found a bottle of lavender potion.

"Pick her up," she said to Owen.

"Oh!" Owen responded, then stepped forward and helped Hermione up.

"I just have no sense of responsibility at all," she continued.

He poured the potion into a small bowl, then took a spoon and fed it to Hermione one by one.

"None of you kids are easy to worry about. Especially since Sirius came back. He was a troublemaker when he was young, and now he is inciting a group of Gryffindor wizards to have conflicts with Slytherins. ." She didn't seem to like Sirius.

Of course, this is also obvious.

As a healer, she dislikes anyone or anything that might bring harm to the little wizard or encourage him to endanger himself.

Before, the child Pomfrey hated the most was himself.

"But in the final analysis, these wounds are all on the body." Her brown eyes shone with the wisdom of the elders, and then she continued like an afternoon exchange between a gentle grandmother and her grandson, "But some wounds are It’s from the bottom of my heart.”

"The wounds on the body can be treated with magic potions, but what about the wounds in the heart?"

"Don't rush to refute." She could see Owen's mouth that was about to speak, glared at him, and interrupted him, "I have been in the castle for more than fifty years."

"I've seen a lot of those men, women, and little wizards."

"Back then, that red-haired Lily was not the only one who regarded her as her sweetheart." She paused for a moment.

"Snape?" Owen continued.

"You know?" Madam Pomfrey's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly calmed down and continued to feed Hermione the potion.

"You're like the red-haired Lily, the heartthrob of the academy."

"Ha--that metaphor of yours, Harry Potter said--wonderful!"

"Stop trembling!"

"Great!"

"This is not a good thing, especially for you." Madam Pomfrey continued seriously, "When you were unconscious on Christmas Day, there were so many little witches running back and forth in the school nurse's room. You don't know, then It's because that girl named Hannah blocked them all out."

"Uh" Owen felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Well - he really doesn't know.

He didn't even know he'd been in the school nurse's office.

He was in the principal's office when he woke up.

Thinking about it now, after he fainted, no matter what, he should have appeared in the school nurse room first, and then appeared elsewhere after Madam Pomfrey checked him.

"Girls are more fragile than you think," she said. "Don't take it for granted that they should pay."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Owen with no blame in her eyes.

After all, most things in this world are equal, except for love. The greasy-haired professor can be said to be a benchmark figure in this regard.

Maybe Madam Pomfrey was a little annoyed by Lavender's love potion recently, so she told herself so much.

At least that's what Irving suspected.

Otherwise she would never have said so much to herself, whom she considered the number one troublemaker.

Thanks to book friend Yilan Peng Yuyan for the tip, thank you!