I, Hogwarts Second Week

Principal's Office - On the dazzling table, where there were originally all kinds of strange things, there was an extra bud.

It was specially chosen by Owen to give to the principal.

He transplanted a pot of golden dandelions from the open space outside the castle.

Don't ask, I don't mean anything else.

It's just that - as the fox said: the wheat field has nothing to do with me, it's really frustrating.

However, you have blond hair.

Think about it, how great it would be if you tamed me!

I will like the sound of wind in the wheat field - because it will remind me of you, golden hair.

As it happens, his grandpa had blond hair when he was young

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To——Gellert.

Dumbledore picked up the gilded quill on the table, his blue eyes clear.

It's like falling into memories. He picked up the pen and didn't write a word for a long time.

Deep down in his heart, he always believed that he had single-handedly destroyed one demon king and let another go. But now - just like fifty years ago, he had to use his energy to deal with one demon king, and might let the next one go.

Owen Sanchez.

Couldn't he be next?

This kind of contemplation continued for a long time, until the cry of a phoenix pulled him out of his memories.

Then, Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind. His notes were full of ink and warmth. He touched the paper and wrote the first sentence to him in 46 years: How are you doing?

The sun outside the window rises high in the east, dispelling the last bit of chill in the morning.

Until the sun shines.

Suddenly a loud phoenix cry came from the horizon.

That's Dumbledore's Phoenix.

Fox, with his outstanding figure, held a letter in his mouth that should have been sent 46 years ago, flew past Hogwarts Castle, passed the silent black lake, and flew into the distance.

Flying towards the direction they had agreed upon on the plains of Godric's Hollow.

"He must know it all."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell's eyes gradually became panicked, pleading, and worried. A series of emotional changes made him almost unable to pretend anymore.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his head.

He wanted to use Voldemort's power to become an influential figure in the magical world, or to be more self-righteous, learn a few powerful magics from Voldemort, then report him and become a true savior.

So - Quirinas Chilo, in the Albanian forest, he voluntarily opened his soul to accept parasitism.

After all, in Voldemort's state at that time - he could only parasitize snakes with little intelligence, and could not even parasitize large mammals, how could he possibly deal with an elite wizard.

But now - he made one wrong step after another, and already regretted this decision.

Voldemort was much more terrifying than he imagined, and there was no way he could deal with the most powerful dark wizard in history.

"Owner--"

The bewildered Quirrell, with inexplicable excitement, awakened Voldemort who was hiding behind his head.

"Quiet." Quirrell didn't need to wake him up. Voldemort had already woken up since he started to think wildly while holding his waste.

"yes."

Listening to the voice that suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, Quirrell's expression instantly returned to his usual submissive look.

Of course, if you look carefully, you can clearly see a different kind of light flashing in his eyes.

"Professor? What's wrong with you?" Owen had been observing Quirrell's face. He didn't believe that Voldemort would suddenly jump over the wall and give him a green light.

However, in line with the mentality of watching a little fun, Owen's eyes never left Quirrell's eyes.

Even the smallest changes were seen by him.

‘Ouch! Is it so obvious? ’ Owen almost laughed out loud. Voldemort was parasitic on an iron wolf, and Dumbledore thought it was a die-hard Death Eater. This was somewhat black and absurd.

Our Professor Quirrell never seems to realize that the more abnormal he behaves, the less Dumbledore will touch him, because this will give people an illusion.

It's like he is the death squad, vanguard, and most loyal subordinate of a certain dark devil. Of course, Lao Dengtou will choose to continue to play the long game to catch the big fish.

After all, Dumbledore never dreamed that Voldemort would play tricks on him.

"It's okay." Quirrell's tone of voice suddenly had a different flavor.

"It's rare to find an outstanding little wizard like you."

Owen realized almost immediately that it was not Quirrell who was speaking now, but Voldemort who had taken possession of his extremely clever brain.

Wow!

My first experience with the Dark Lord!

Although he and the Dark Lord were comrades fighting side by side during the first week, this did not mean that he recognized his pure-blood philosophy.

There was really no place to go. Apart from the Death Eaters, there were only two organizations left in the UK, the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

First, let’s kick out the Order of the Phoenix, which has all its members transgendered, and second, let’s set our sights on the Ministry of Magic.

No way, no way! No one really travels to the magical world and still goes to work!

Therefore, Owen did not choose the Death Eaters, but he had no choice!

"Excellent?" Owen said shyly, "It's not bad. There wasn't a magic genius like me a thousand years ago."

"?" Voldemort, the great hero of the generation, was a little shocked by such a shameless speech. He didn't remember who the other child was targeting?

"Merlin! My grandfather told me since I was a child that my talent can only be compared to that of Merlin. He said that I was the reincarnation of Merlin or something."

"Ouch! How could I be the reincarnation of Merlin!"

"I don't like men." Owen talked eloquently, like a husky that had taken off its reins, and was so arrogant that it couldn't find the north, south, east, or west.

"Haha - really?" Voldemort looked at the boastful eleven-year-old Owen, and felt a wave of emotion in his heart. After all, his name was famous in Britain, but this little guy actually looked down on him and directly targeted Merlin. Really, I don’t know what to say.

For a time, his interest in Owen dropped by half. He originally thought he was a malleable talent, but now it seems that he is just an idiot who forgot about it after learning a few spells.

"Really, I'm not going to lie to you. The love story between Merlin and King Arthur was so bloody that it made everyone cry and sad." (Reference: British TV series "Merlin")

Owen pretended to be sad and looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, "We have a merlin above our heads. We can't escape our fate, but we can't love. Everything is already destined."

"So life! Why is it so bitter as a song?"

Owen's eyes revealed three parts coolness, three parts sneer and four parts indifference.

A pair of fan-shaped eyes, looking through the long history of magic.

This article is full of absurdities, and only in the dead of night can one read a single word between the lines.

Abuse!

ah! A big knife was struck at the history of magic, and it was all Yamei's fault for not getting off to a good start.

I don’t seem to know much today, hey! After I couldn't fish, I felt depressed. Thinking about my boss still making money, my heart was bleeding, ahhhhhh~~~~~ The boss needs me, I have to contribute residual value to the boss, Ma Dan, Why do I have to pay my own electricity bill to turn on the air conditioner in my home?