I, Hogwarts Second Week

With the blessing of ancient magic.

The disappearing spell Owen cast did not make the object disappear with a 'pop' like a normal wizard would.

His disappearance spell seemed to create a gap in time.

The brilliance of flames, the golden water.

Like the undercurrent whirlpool of the sea, it revolves around the gap, getting faster and faster, and getting closer and closer.

Finally, all the currents returned to the sea, and the second sun that appeared in the sky slowly began to be swallowed by the black hole.

It looks spectacular, but in fact, the black hole swallows up extremely quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, everything settled.

"Look~~~"

There was only some dust left in the sky, still blocking the sun.

"It's that simple."

Looking at Owen's smiling expression, Miss Granger was almost furious.

But this also made her finally relax.

With his nerves relaxed, he soon felt an unusual sense of fatigue coming from his head.

The mental fatigue caused by forcibly casting the spell made her almost unable to open her eyes. The consciousness that she could barely hold on didn't last long, and soon after a moment of dizziness, she fainted completely.

Also lying on the ground were a large number of Hogwarts wizards.

Harry and Ron were not much better off.

The surrounding Aurors finally gathered around.

When everyone involved is exhausted.

The riot was finally over.

Countless people were silent.

Shock written on his face.

They all know that this is the beginning of fermentation.

Soon what happens here will spread throughout Europe and the world.

Hogwarts is about to become famous!

The little wizard fell asleep until the afternoon when he slowly woke up.

It had never been so quiet in the Black family tent.

"I thought you were going to sleep until the game was over."

Harry walked down the spiral staircase step by step with a sad face.

He rubbed his head, his eyelids felt like they were heavy and he couldn't open them.

"I should get some more sleep," he said.

Then he moved his steps, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to the kitchen, picked up the water glass, and took a big sip.

"Go to sleep! I will burn the game process and results to you."

Owen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, said calmly.

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Having been in contact with Owen for a long time, Harry certainly knew what burning him meant.

"I'm fine and healthy!"

"By the way, where are Sirius and the others?" Looking around.

The empty living room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

This is obviously not normal.

"What do you think?" Owen glanced at him, "Although your lava beast is big and powerful, and although it only lasted for more than ten seconds, the trouble it caused was not small at all. It was just as big as normal size. Pretty much.”

"The people in the Ministry of Magic were all busy. It took a lot of effort to calm down the group of Americans and Bulgarians. Who do you think will clean up the mess after that?"

"As for Sirius, he was called away by Dumbledore."

"We are counterattacking in self-defense." At this time, another voice came.

It's Ron.

With his messy hair, he followed the same pace as Harry.

It's all one step at a time.

"Dumbledore?" Harry sat on a chair in the kitchen, "He's here too?"

"Nonsense, there's a fight between a few colleges, will the principal not come?" Owen rolled his eyes at him.

"Not only Dumbledore, but also the headmasters of other magic schools are here. Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang."

"After all, they are in the UK."

It seems that the semifinals competition in the second half of the semester is a certainty.

After this fight, I think it will not cause the competition to be cancelled, but will actually increase their willingness to participate.

After all, if you choose to withdraw from the competition at this time, doesn't it mean that you are afraid of other schools?

"We." Ron took a deep breath, "We won't be punished!"

"Most likely not!" Owen fiddled with the pocket watch in his hand. While saying.

Photo pocket watch.

The one he used before at Hogwarts - the magic item given to him by Nick.

Press the metal button on the pocket watch and it will keep the scenery around you.

Want to play it back.

Just take out your magic wand and turn the clock back to that time to recreate the scene.

It's perfect for watching a Quidditch game.

"First of all, we are indeed fighting back in self-defense."

"And we even won!"

Owen said calmly: "The point is that we won."

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"How long has it been since you were still obsessed with this!" Hearing this, both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Because it is a school rule that students cannot use magic outside. If the professor catches him, it will be a trivial matter for the foreseeable future.

"Of course, if you win, you will gain face for Hogwarts, and you will have a bargaining chip with Old Deng, and he will naturally protect you."

"If you lose, then everything is over. Not only is it a violation of school rules, but you are also embarrassed. Think about it, the consequences will be more serious!"

"Uh-" Although they knew that what Owen said was unreasonable, Harry and Ron still felt that what he said made sense.

The two calmed down.

Wrinkled eyes.

Ron suddenly shouted, "Oh! God, what time is it? We must have missed the opening ceremony."

Through the kitchen window, he saw that the sky outside had darkened, and many tents had lights on.

"There's still half an hour." Owen looked at the Void Watch on his left arm and said calmly.

"Did you bring your watch? You're just talking nonsense! It's half an hour?" Ron complained. He had long wanted to say something about Owen's habit of telling the time blindly.

"Keep count by yourself!" Owen said calmly.

"Calculate?"

"Count one second by one," he said. "Of course, if your eyes are fine, you should be able to see a clock above your head."

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"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Harry said quickly. He quickly stood up and leaned on the table and said eagerly, "This competition is held every four years. If you miss it, we will have to wait until we graduate before we can meet again.

I don't want to miss it. "

Owen looked sideways out the window. As night fell, the outside gradually became lively again.

Fighting - as if what happened in the morning didn't exist.

If he hadn't cast a soundproofing spell on the room, the cheerful atmosphere of celebrating the festival would have been noisy.

"Where are the others?" At this time, Harry noticed that they seemed to be the only ones around.

"Others?" Owen curled his lips.

Turning to look at Harry.

Then he said to him with an extremely serious expression.

"Is there a possibility, I mean possibility."

“Everyone has parents!

Is it possible that they have been picked up by their parents? "

"Cry." He rubbed his eyes, pretending to be filled with tears.

"Just like me, people who have no relatives or friends will have no place to go and can only stay here."

"Forehead."

Harry and Ron in the kitchen looked at Owen making pie in a speechless manner and almost vomited out their breakfast.

I shouldn't have asked this question! Harry covered his face and said to himself.

At this time - coincidentally, a room on the third floor was pushed open from inside.

The girl has fluffy brown hair.

His face was very pale, as if he had just been seriously ill.

At this moment, she was standing by the handrail, looking downstairs coldly.

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"Miss Granger, aren't we married anymore?"

"Get out!" A voice came from upstairs. Hermione glared at him, then slowly walked down the stairs, "My parents are going to Australia for vacation during the summer vacation."

She explained, but clearly it wasn't a good idea.

"Oh! So your parents are the true love, and you are just an accident, right?"

"?!" For a moment, Hermione looked directly at Owen with her death gaze, and her mouth moved unconsciously, as if she was grinding her teeth.

Good guy, she can’t be a cannibal!

Depend on! I can't sleep anymore.

Owen said he was a little scared!

"Huh? Are you awake?" Suddenly the tent was opened and Mr. Arthur walked in tiredly.

Behind him were the Weasley twins.

"I thought you might have to miss the opening ceremony."

"Okay, let's get going, the game is about to begin." He said, and then waved his hand to signal the little guys to go out quickly.

Hearing the sound, Owen stood up leisurely, put a little distance away from Miss Granger, and walked out of the tent with Harry Ron.

The moment the tent was opened.

Countless noisy sounds flooded into everyone's ears instantly.

There were shouts and joyous laughter everywhere.

Every few steps, apparating vendors descend from the sky.

They carried trays to sign and pushed carts filled with strange and weird gadgets.

Among them, there are luminous rose-shaped badges, the green one represents Ireland and the red one represents Bulgaria.

As long as you wear it, you can scream out the names of the team members every few seconds; there is a green high hat decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; a Bulgarian ribbon, the lion on it can really roar;

The national flags of the two countries are waved and their respective national anthems are played.

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The damn wizard can sing his country's national anthem.

That’s weird!

Owen looked at the gadgets for sale. My heart is filled with absurd emotions.

There is also a small model of the Firebolt that really flies on the roadside.

There are also statues of famous players for collection, which can be walked around in the palm of your hand looking triumphant.

If it had been in the past, the two die-hard Quidditch fans beside him would have rushed forward and put those gadgets into their pockets.

I gave gold galleons to others for free.

But today - the bloated Gryffindor trio couldn't feel the joy and sorrow in their ears at all, they only felt noisy.

The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting their heads. The more noisy the surroundings, the more sleepy they felt.

"Out of shape?" Owen saw this and took out a bottle of green potion from his pocket.

"Have a bottle!"

"What is this?" The three people were confused and were forced to stuff a bottle into each other's hands by Owen.

"Green plum flavor, powerful and refreshing! Let you get back to your state and get your pulse back!!!"

"Sanchez brand Baiwei Refresher, I know all about your taste! Refreshing summer, low price discount event. Send out your owl to buy it quickly!"

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"What the hell?" Ron raised his head and drank the refreshing potion in his hand.

Unexpectedly, a strong green plum flavor burst out in my mouth instantly.

It's sour, sweet, and cool, and a refreshing feeling goes straight to the brain.

In an instant, he felt himself coming to his senses.

Together with the noisy surrounding environment, it became sweeter.

"It tastes good!" At this time, Gemini stretched out his arms and held Ron's neck.

"You invented this?"

"To be precise, it's an improvement. We studied it with Irving. It tastes better than ordinary refreshments, and it has a variety of fruit flavors added, so the effect is better."

George said eloquently, "This will be our flagship product. Just wait, it will become popular in Europe."

For the first time, Ron felt trustworthy about his two twin brothers.

It's not like he hasn't taken a refreshing drink before. Last semester, Hermione almost drank that stuff like water.

Every winter, Madam Pomfrey prepares a large batch of them to treat the colds of young wizards.

The original refreshing potion is a magical potion with violent effects.

In addition to being refreshing, it has the side effect of leaving drinkers with steam rising from their ears for hours afterwards.

And the taste is indescribable.

Don't have any illusions about a gooey potion.

That stuff tastes like chewing tree roots.

It's bitter and astringent, with a smell of mutton.

In short, no one would drink something like that often.

Except Hermione

But she also often drank something diluted with water.

But even so, the taste is not that good.

"I feel like I'm drinking ice-cold juice. It's better than I imagined." Ron said excitedly. Every winter, the demand for this thing will increase. Maybe they will make a fortune!

"Okay kids, I think we'll talk about your business empire later. Now, let's fill our stomachs first." Mr. Arthur forced a smile on his tired face.

He'd been busy dealing with wizarding conflicts all day.

Another day of working for the Ministry of Magic for nothing.

Close to the stadium.

There are more and more vendors around, many pushing carts and selling all kinds of fine food.

It's all homely stuff, beef pie, rose pie, treacle tart.

And - well - boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, stewed potatoes.

If you don't like it, you can try it - boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, stewed potatoes

"I saved my pocket money all summer just for this," Ron said.

A few people walked leisurely through the vendors, and Ron was frantically buying souvenirs.

He bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose-shaped badge.

A small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum was also purchased.

The diminutive Krum paced back and forth on Ron's hand, frowning and glaring at the green badge above him.

Owen is not interested in this.

But - the events of the morning were still fresh in my mind, and several British vendors recognized Hermione.

With Miss Granger's face payment, they bought a lot of food from those vendors for free.

"What are you talking about? It's an honor for you to eat what I cook."

Most wizards say this when they are about to pay.

"Oh! You are Miss Granger, right! You are the pride of our UK and our hero. I have witnessed the whole process of your battle. Oh! Merlin! If my child were half as good as you - no - I would be satisfied with one-tenth of my talent.”

A conversation like this barely took a few steps before an adult wizard spoke to Hermione.

A somewhat panicked Hermione kept explaining to the parents that she was nothing special, she just studied hard.

As for Godric's bloodline, his mysterious magical inheritance, and his one-of-a-kind talent, they were all spread by others.

Unfortunately, such efforts are of no use.

Those wizards only have brighter eyes.

Miss Granger's eyes almost glowed as she looked at her.

"You are so humble. It is definitely a blessing from Merlin that a wizard like you can appear in Britain."

"No - I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard. That guy over there with black hair and a wicked smile is much better than me."

"There are still powerful little wizards in Hogwarts?" Soon these adult wizards discovered that there was also a famous figure in the history of magic among the crowd.

Harry Potter!

"Sure enough, gifted children will have a close bond. The boy who survived is actually your friend! Oh my God."

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"By the way, have you heard the name of my child? He is from Ravenclaw Academy and is only in the second grade this year. He"

With that said, the wizard was about to sell his child to Hermione and ask her to help him with his studies.

This left Hermione speechless. She could only respond with a polite smile, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Finally, after dozens of wizards struggled.

Hermione had no choice but to transform her sweater into a hat.

Cover your head completely.

"This is a celebrity!"

“The Troubles of Celebrity.”

"From now on, everyone will know your name."

Owen smiled playfully, "What do you think, Harry! You should be very experienced in this area!"

"Haha!" In response, Harry rolled his eyes. The enthusiastic crowd around him reminded him of Colin, who was one level younger than him.

But his only fan is Colin.

Moreover, he has always been in Hogwarts, and it is difficult to contact adult wizards outside, so he does not have much experience in the current situation.

I can only keep a low profile.

"Wow, look at these!"

The group of people walked forward cautiously, and suddenly Harry yelled.

At the front of the team, he quickly rushed to a small cart.

There were many things that looked like binoculars piled high in the car, but they were covered with all kinds of weird knobs and dials.

"Take a look, this is a panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted. "You can replay the picture in slow motion, and if necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Make a deal, only ten One galleon."

"Ten Galleons?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Why don't you go and grab it!" He looked at his hat with dancing clover and looked at the panoramic telescope eagerly.

Although he could afford the ten Galleons - Owen's Christmas Galleons - he also secretly made a fortune cleaning up Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

Now Ron has his own small treasury.

Although it wasn't much, it was still dozens of galleons.

"Bring me five!" Harry said without hesitation.

With Sirius here, he has advanced to the state of: I am not interested in money, I don't like money!