I, Hogwarts Second Week

Harry and Ron played with their pocket watches and dismissed Owen's money-making plans.

This guy has nothing but gold galleons in his head.

Gemini and Hermione on the side were also very interested in the photo pocket watch. They had never seen such a magical magical prop.

There was a lot of noise, and the tent was suddenly opened.

In walked Percy.

Came back with Ginny.

Then Bill appeared at the door. He waved with his Egyptian friend and walked in with Charlie.

Finally there was Sirius.

He had an ugly face, and Owen guessed that it was because of Lucius Malfoy.

"What's wrong? Where's Old Deng?" Owen asked politely.

"Old Dengtou?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about Dumbledore.

Then he rolled his eyes at Owen and said, "Discuss something with the principals of those magic schools."

"We haven't finished discussing it yet!" Owen said, pretending to be surprised, "I thought he had already taken care of everything when we went to Beauxbatons last summer!"

"You know?" Sirius walked over quickly. The sky was dark as usual. He was not surprised. In fact, he would not be surprised by anything that happened to Owen.

What's more, the Triwizard Tournament is not a secret matter, it's just a tacit agreement among the professors to keep it a secret from the little wizards.

If Owen could get any information from there, he had no doubt about it.

"It's not as simple as you think, even if Dumbledore goes to negotiate in person."

In the living room, Ron and Harry were having fun playing with the photo pocket watch.

Although the two of them have little attainment in ancient runes, Hermione can!

The little witch soon discovered the trick to controlling the pocket watch.

The projected stadium grew bigger and smaller in her hands, and cheers came from time to time, which was very magical.

This naturally attracted Sirius. His striking gray eyes sparkled with curiosity. He took off his dark brown robe and sat down immediately.

The robe hung itself on the hanger like a ghost.

"Last year we just had a superficial conversation, and we had a chance to catch up. After all, it has been suspended for so many years." He stared intently at the virtual stadium in Hermione's hand and continued: "I heard that Dumbledore wants to add something new to it this time. .The difficulty will be greatly improved!”

"New stuff? What other tricks can you make?" Owen took a sip of happy water, and then gave the others to the people next to him.

Only Hermione and Harry took the happy water and drank it in big gulps.

Ron and Gemini didn't like the taste. They said it was a bit like a potion.

"I just wish there wasn't an age limit—"

"Forget it." Sirius looked sideways at him, "Dumbledore will never allow you to participate. Just give up!"

"Why?" He jumped up from the sofa, "Am I not his student? Am I not strong enough? I promise to win the championship, okay?"

"That's why you are not allowed to participate!"

"What are you talking about?" The other little wizards who were watching were a little confused listening to the conversation between Owen and Sirius.

Charlie and Bill do know the details.

But - just like they couldn't tell the little wizards what the sorting ceremony was, as a tradition in the wizarding world, they decided to save the surprise until the beginning of school.

"You'll find out when you start school." Owen said impatiently, and then immediately turned to look at Sirius, "I protest! The bonus is so big, why should it be given to others for nothing!"

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Sirius's head was filled with black threads. Just now, he really had the slightest idea that this guy was thinking wholeheartedly about Hogwarts, in order to keep the championship in Hogwarts, but in the end - "So that's what you did for that." Midas Galleons!”

"That point?" Owen gritted his teeth, hating the rich, and angrily staring at this young man who had been rich for who knows how many generations, "A rich man like you who has never worried about money, who has never experienced the life of an ordinary person. How can I understand the suffering of us civilian wizards?"

He really didn't slander Sirius - when he was in the Black family, needless to say, the eldest son of the Black heir family had a lot of wealth at his disposal.

Even if he breaks away from the Black family, will there still be James who is also a rich brother?

The Potter family is also a big family that has been rich for several generations.

Besides, he also has an uncle Black who also broke away, and his support for Sirius is real money!

So, this guy has never been poor.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Owen pointed at Hermione with arrogance, "Look at her!

Look at our poor Miss Granger. She wished that one steel ball could be used as two flowers! "

“I have never bought any cosmetics in the three years since I went to school. The only time I used smooth hair spray was when George and Fred went to Zuko’s Joke Shop for free.

Oh - let me explain here, the smooth hair potion is a hair care potion invented by Fleamont Potter, Harry's ancestor. Because the raw materials require Asian fire dragon hair, the production line has always been in the Ming Dynasty. "

"Huh?" Harry raised his head and looked at Owen in confusion.

Is the instant smooth hair spray their invention?

Is Fleamont Potter his ancestor?

Owen ignored him and continued to point at Hermione and make a fuss: "Look at her - look at her - she is still wearing that ugly pink sweatshirt and jeans, and she has been wearing them for a year.

one Year! ! !

I think she can wear it for another year if it doesn’t wear out next year!

How pitiful this is.

I--"

Finally Owen was speechless.

Because Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, rushed over in anger, holding a pillow in her hand, knocked him down, and then covered his head with the pillow, physically blocking his mouth!

"Go to hell! (╯\u0026gt;д\u0026lt;)╯˙˙"

Then the tent was immediately filled with laughter and laughter.

Vaguely, people can still hear hesitating sounds from under the pillow, including but not limited to, "Gryffindor is killing people - Granger is going to kill the dark wizard, etc."

In short, there is no shortage of laughter in this tent.

Everyone seems to be back at Hogwarts.

No less - there's never a shortage of laughter.

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Sleepless night.

The effects of the refreshing potion ended around midnight, and Harry and the others couldn't hold on any longer.

Everyone returned to their rooms.

early morning.

When Owen climbed out of bed, the aroma of the food wafted into his room.

Nothing happened at night.

There were no commotions caused by Barty Crouch Jr., no sudden attacks by Death Eaters, and no strange dark creatures.

In the presence of some of the greatest wizards today - the principals of various magic schools, even if Voldemort is resurrected, he will not come here to die stupidly.

This makes Owen a little regretful.

The great fun was gone.

"Good day!"

He walked out of the room and met Hermione with Ginny at the corner of the stairs.

The two girls were chattering, and from time to time some very rippling laughter could be heard.

"What evil dark wizard plan are you planning?" He walked past Hermione, his eyes passing over her unintentionally.

yeah?

Changed clothes?

Miss Granger was finally willing to take off her pink sweatshirt - she changed into a black and blue dress today.

Very beautiful dress.

It has white, blue and black lines like ocean waves, and the hollow design is used on the arms and neck, and you can vaguely see the looming white skin behind it.

As for other places, it is tightly covered - bad review!

The skirt covered all the way down to the knees, and the skirt was woven with hollow rose petals made of silver wire.

Tsk, a skirt maliciously lengthened with magic - bad review!

This skirt should reach the thighs, and a pair of long, moist and well-proportioned legs should be exposed outside the skirt!

On her feet were a pair of black socks and dark brown leather boots.

How can I put it - much better than yesterday's classic equipment.

The skirt added a touch of mystery to her, and the close-fitting design at the waist also outlined her growing figure.

It's a pity that she didn't wear makeup, and her hair was too fluffy, as if it was blowing up. Although Owen could see that she tried hard to use some detangler to press down her hair, but how could the proud idiot be A little softener beats it!

Still proudly independent - well, she didn't use genuine Potter brand softener, it's probably a Muggle product

"Plan? Haha - I think the mountain behind is very suitable for burying people, and I was planning to recommend you to go and take a look." Owen's words made Miss Granger's heart burst into flames.

"Bury people?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "I suggest the valley bottom in the north. The soil is loose and suitable for excavation!"

"Don't you think the scenery on the mountain is better?" Hermione stared at him as if she had been shot. "I think you will definitely like it."

"No, no, no - if you lie high, you'll be struck by lightning. It's better to be low."

"Low-lying areas are easily flooded," Hermione said, biting her lips and refusing to admit defeat.

"I said." Owen stopped at the top of the stairs, one foot already on the downward step, and suddenly looked back, "Miss Granger - did you have insomnia last night? Are you so irritable this morning?"

"Why don't you try my powerful sleep aid? It's very useful. Justin agreed after using it!"

"Powerful sleep aid?" Ron also woke up at this time. He was rubbing his face with fluffy sleepy eyes. Under his messy hair were a pair of eyes with serious dark circles.

It seems that he was too excited last night and therefore did not sleep well at night.

"is that useful?"

"It works! I'll give you a sap, buddy! I'll make sure you sleep like a baby!"

He turned and walked down the stairs.

I didn't see Ginny's resentful eyes.

She had spent half an hour picking out clothes with Hermione - and now it seemed that time was wasted!

Especially that dress, which she asked Dobby to 'buy' in London that morning - it was a new summer style introduced in a Muggle magazine she found in the kitchen that morning.

It's a pity that her preparations resulted in this result.

There was a slight mist gathering in Miss Granger's eyes, as if there was something flickering, maybe tears.

She held the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, imagining that she must look like a fool now.

No - she's just a fool.

The little witch lowered her head and endured - resisting not letting the things in her eyes fall out, because that would make her feel disgusted and resentful of herself for not living up to expectations.

Just then, that annoying voice sounded again.

"Oh! By the way." Owen, who was walking on the stairs, suddenly turned around and said, "The new clothes are very beautiful and they suit you very well."

He winked at Miss Granger.

Then he glared at Ginny, who looked at him resentfully.

These two idiots - didn't they all wonder why there was a Muggle magazine in the wizard's tent?

Why is Dobby here in the tent this morning?

Why does he have pounds?

Why is that Muggle shop open so early?

Why does the store just have the right style and size?

Take a closer look at that magazine, is it possible that it was printed in July! And a lot of French?

Hey - I have to move my little head often.

Don't get rusty!

Owen smacked his mouth, turned around and continued walking down the stairs.

Don’t get me wrong!

That was something he accidentally saw while traveling in Europe. He had to bring some gifts to those little wizards!

This is the tradition of wizards.

Always bring some gifts to your friends when you go somewhere. For example, Ron gave him a scaled-down model of the Egyptian pyramids.

As for - you have to ask why I didn’t prepare gifts for others this time

That brother advises you not to mind your own business!

I'll beat you up!

Owen did not see the change in Miss Granger's eyes.

He had already arrived in the kitchen, staring eagerly at Mrs. Weasley and Dobby and Kreacher who were busy waiting for the meal to be served.

Dude, I’m so hungry!

After some time passed, everyone else woke up.

After everyone washed up, they gathered in the kitchen to have breakfast.

Talking and laughing.

After breakfast, the little wizards did not just go home.

Instead, he continued to stay here.

In the absence of an invasion by Death Eaters, the area near the stadium where hundreds of thousands of wizards gathered had long since turned into a grand fair.

Many wizards from other countries were traveling to London for a few days.

For the rest, they are enjoying the summer.

Charlie led the little wizards to play happily for several days before repacking and returning to Romania.

Other little wizards also found the legendary door key - an old tire on the surrounding hillsides.

Relying on it, they returned to Stoat Mountain.

It was on a hill near the Burrow, behind the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

A few minutes later they arrived at their destination, and in the dim light of dawn they passed through the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole and walked along the wet path towards the Burrow.

This is Owen's first trip to the Burrow.

As everyone knows, he has never been here.

There were only two weeks left in the summer vacation, and he did not refuse the kind invitation from Mr. Arthur and Ron. It was considered a tour of the Holy Land.

Anyway, he really wanted to see what a small dwelling looks like!

Of course, he wouldn't say that it was actually too boring for him to live alone, boring to the point of instilling core values ​​​​into Dobby crazily.

Otherwise, how could his world view change so quickly!

This is all Owen’s painstaking teachings!

While talking, a group of people came to the door of Snail House.

The site of the Burrow may have originally been a large stone pigsty, to which a few crooked rooms were later added here and there.

The main building is several stories high, with four or five chimneys on the red roof. The entire building was built entirely by magic.

This kind of house looks as if it will collapse at any time, but it stands here very steadily, guarding this home.

The house has several floors, and although the space is narrow, it is very comfortable.

There are many goblins in the garden, and like any wizard's house, there are all kinds of magical equipment and clothes.

After walking through the garden outside the house and a small pond, we came to the main entrance.

"It's not bad! Although it's a bit shabby." Ron walked to Owen and Hermione and looked at his home, "But it's still a home!"

"Yeah - it looks like it has a unique vitality!" Owen said flatly.

Isn’t it unique?

The Burrow is like an illegal building built haphazardly by the river.

It hasn't collapsed yet, but it doesn't have strong vitality!

Go into the first floor.

The place was very small, with no place to go except for everyone to sit around the long table. George and Fred had to stand on the stairs before the room could accommodate everyone.

In the kitchen, there are all kinds of furniture and utensils, cabinets, and no space on the wall is wasted.

And that table has carefully decorated flowers on it.

The kitchen has two windows facing the garden outside the house, where flowers are everywhere.

On the wall between the two windows is a large photo, which is a family portrait of the Wesley family.

Ron's grandfather, Mr. Septimus, and his grandmother, Ms. Cedrella Black, were also up there.

And on the wall next to it hangs the famous wall clock.

Each arrow on the wall clock represents a family member. Melda looked at it specifically and saw that there was no Bill or Charlie on it. It must be that neither of them were in the UK, and all the remaining hands pointed to ' Home' in this location.

To Irving, it was bloated but clean. The air is filled with the warm smell of sunshine, which makes people linger here.

Each of the pendants placed in the room has a story behind it.

And this is definitely not something Irving will have.

His home is just a temporary residence - if he hadn't carried some short-term beautiful memories of the past, Irving would not even live in it like this.

"We still have a lot to do in the last few days of summer vacation!" Ron said happily, "We can catch goblins in the woods and catch water snakes in the lake. Oh! Harry, did you bring your broom?" "

"Of course!" Harry patted a package wrapped around his waist and smiled happily. It was given to him by Sirius. It was magically wrapped with a wireless stretching spell. He put all his things, clothes, and studies on it. Supplies were packed inside, wrapping his broom.

"We can go flying in the back mountains."

As they spoke, Mrs. Weasley appeared behind them, her eyes showing deep maternal love.

"Okay, kids, wash your hands, we're ready for breakfast."

She pushed the little wizards to the pool like ducks, and would not stop until she saw them wash their hands one by one.

However, because the kitchen was too small, Mr. Arthur had no choice but to take out his wand and move the table to the garden.

I have a little leisure time today, so I can sneak in some code for a while.