I, Hogwarts Second Week

“That’s why there’s a World Cup and, partly, why there’s a Final Four.

My dear Miss Granger. "

He said while taking big bites of the pie in his hand.

This little thing is really hard to bite.

The meat was not cooked enough and was very chewy.

It could be the flesh and blood of some magical animal.

Dumbledore gave them to grow their bodies? (laugh)

On the other side, Hannah was taking small bites of the mashed potatoes in front of her.

After a few simple treatments, she hugged Sirocco and began to groom him.

He didn't participate in the conversation between Owen and Hermione from beginning to end.

——She was acting a little strange.

A little too quiet.

There is always a trace of sadness between his eyebrows.

In a daze, Owen remembered that Hannah had not smiled since he saw her at the World Cup.

"Meow!"

The lazy kitten lay comfortably on her lap, stretching.

The mane on its neck was combed fluffy by Hannah.

Inadvertently, there will be a golden light like lightning jumping on its neck.

This hateful little guy who eats and sleeps, has forgotten who is his real master.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned slightly.

Maybe it's Owen's illusion.

She seemed to have used Harry's hair detangler correctly this time.

The hair between the eyebrows hangs down obediently along the contours of the cheeks, and the hair behind the back is braided, passed through the two ears, and tied up.

"I mean, if the British wizarding community continues to be so panic-stricken and depressed, some people will really starve to death."

Owen raised his head and finally pulled his head away from the dinner plate in front of him.

He could only give a seven-point rating to today's meal.

The elf's mastery of new ingredients is still too low.

"Learn a little bit about political economy! Miss Granger! How can I be a good Minister of Magic in the future?"

He sighed: "You still have a lot to learn, a lot!"

"I know!" Hermione said impatiently, "So please, the brilliant Owen-Sanchez-um-Mr. Rozier, can you explain it?"

"Of course it's no problem, Miss Granger, I'm always so helpful."

Owen put one hand on the table and leaned against it to make himself more comfortable. "In addition to easing the domestic situation, the biggest use of the World Cup is to stimulate economic recovery.

What do you think will happen in a country with less than tens of thousands of wizards in the country, but suddenly there are 100,000 more consumers? "

"The stadium game is over. Why didn't the Ministry of Magic rush those wizards home, but continued to arrange for people to be stationed there to provide services to wizards from all over the world? Is it because Barty Crouch is charitable?"

When Hermione heard this, her eyebrows were frivolous. Owen's words were so simple, and she thought of a lot in an instant.

"This is England, England!"

“When the British Empire colonized the world, did they hope to get a prime minister of Indian descent?”

"Of course for the gold! Gold! Still fucking gold!"

Owen held his head and looked at her cheek, "A World Cup feeds the whole British people, what a good business.

Anyway, the employees of the Ministry of Magic can squeeze a little more, and the cost of hosting the competition is almost nothing. If I were a minister, I would wish to attend the World Cup every day! "

"As for the three-four finals?"

"If the World Cup is about economics, then the Final Four is purely about political alliances."

"Political alliance?" A flash of inspiration flashed in Hermione's mind, and her vision was opened in an instant.

"Europeans have always been seeking to build a Europe that belongs to Europeans. The magical world is no exception. Even the unification of the European magical world was earlier than the Muggle world. From the time when Merlin traveled Europe to spread education, that group of people had already Seeking political unity."

"Why did Dumbledore convene the Four Powers Tournament during Britain's most dangerous and precarious period?"

"To unite them?" Hermione's eyes flashed, and she suddenly understood Dumbledore's intention.

"That's too civilized, Miss Granger." A smile appeared on Owen's lips, "I would rather call it dragging them into the water!"

"When everyone becomes Voldemort's enemy, then everyone will automatically become friends - comrades - the most solid backing. The British Empire's diplomatic methods have been used for hundreds of years, old Humphrey, even a Frenchman like me can see it at a glance Come on, you, a pure London native, have still been thinking about it for so long?

I thought you should know this tradition of the British Empire. "

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The girl rolled her eyes. She thought Owen's words were too rough.

And – what is a London native?

Aren't you a native of Paris?

"Hey! I know you must be thinking that I am a native of Paris, right?" Owen suddenly smiled and looked at her frivolously, "My mother was born in Denmark - or Norway - or some other Nordic country, anyway. It’s definitely not France, so it’s not as pure as you.”

"Boring!" Hermione turned her head, and after a moment, she seemed to have gathered her little thoughts before turning her head again, "According to what you said, something will definitely happen this year?

Did Dumbledore deliberately - call them here - drag him down? "

"Something will happen for sure." Owen nodded.

Now he still doesn't know whether Moody is Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to be.

Will Voldemort make Harry one of the Hogwarts Warriors like in the original novel, and then wait for an opportunity to take him out of Hogwarts?

But what is certain is that he will never miss this feast.

There must be some conspiracy brewing.

It's just that too many things have changed, and those previous stories no longer have much reference significance for Irving now. He couldn't guess what Voldemort wanted to do now?

"Are you sure?" Hermione said seriously.

"Of course - there's nothing hard to guess about this. It's a certainty."

"Then-" The little witch's head was in chaos, and a sense of crisis spread in her heart.

The danger is not scary, the scary thing is the unknown.

You don't know from which corner your enemy will stick out their fangs, and that's the scariest thing.

"We must prepare early!" She suddenly stood up.

"Why are you starting to roll it up?" Owen glanced at Miss Granger's pocket, "During the World, the lava beast you created looks pretty good, but regular magic spells can do that The level has reached its limit!”

"Want to try some unconventional spells?" He asked bewilderedly: "Don't worry, it is definitely not black magic, or even black magic will not affect the mind. Do you want to learn it?

I teach you!

Of course - you need to pay to study, and just as the new semester begins, Sanchez's cram school is on sale, as long as -"

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped him, then glanced at Owen with a contemptuous look, "I told you, I don't have many Galleons left."

"That's your business! I don't care. If you don't pay me back my royalties, this matter won't go away!"

"Don't you already have twenty thousand——"

"Oh! Are you thinking of my 20,000 yuan now? One yard for the other! Unless?" Owen's voice suddenly changed, and a treacherous expression appeared on his face, "Work for me! Miss Granger!"

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Owen blankly, not understanding what was wrong with him.

"In order to read those alchemy manuscripts, you should have learned almost enough French!"

"Fortunately - there is no problem with reading and writing. You don't want me to help you continue to translate "Ancient Alchemy Revealed", do you?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Fifty galleons a roll!"

"make a deal!"

"?" Owen looked at Hermione, agreeing so quickly?

I always feel like I'm at a loss.

"Don't be too happy too early. You have to write and translate it in four - no - five volumes first, as compensation for my royalties!"

"No problem!" This time, Hermione agreed faster than before, as if she was afraid that Owen would regret it!

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Owen looked at the little witch with contempt, "As for it? Isn't it just Nicolas Flamel's manuscript? Are you so excited?"

"Haha -" the little witch looked at her with contempt again, ""Isn't it just" "Nicholas Flamel's Manuscript" "As for that?" - Do you know that you really deserve a beating now!"

"Come on! Do it! Don't pity me."

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped his voice to prevent the guy in front of her from continuing to go crazy, "By the way, the 'House Elf Rights Promotion Association' you just mentioned suddenly seemed pretty good to me.

I intend to--"

?

"Didn't you just say you didn't have this idea?"

"That was just now!" Hermione said seriously, "And--didn't you say that? Will I mention this in the next chapter?"

Now it’s time for the next chapter! "

"Wardfa?"

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Listen to the noise in your ears.

Hannah didn't say a word.

She only occasionally raised her head to glance at Owen and Hermione.

The hand caressing Sirok's head gradually became slower.

Conversation between two people.

What about politics, what about economics, what about conspiracy, what about alchemy, what about French.

She understood nothing.

In the past few years, she would still choose to compete with Hermione, but now, Hannah suddenly felt lucky. She was lucky that she didn't know much.

I'm glad I didn't get involved.

When I heard what Owen said, there would be some conspiracy surrounding Hogwarts this year.

The three people had completely different reactions.

The boy looked indifferent, as if he was just talking about what he wanted to eat for lunch.

The girl with shaggy hair had caution written all over her face. There was no fear in his eyes, and there was even a little bit of excitement in his eyes.

She was the only one, and the hand stroking Sirocco's head was a little stiff.

Perhaps, she looked down at the kitten.

It's time to find a new owner for it.

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Had breakfast.

A group of people hang out together.

Walking through the wet vegetable field, we came to Greenhouse No. 3.

Hannah placed Sirocco on the grass outside the greenhouse and then walked in. Cats are like that! I am extremely curious and want to try everything. There are many plants in the greenhouse that are highly poisonous, but I cannot let them in.

Speaking of which, Owen may not be a good master. But he always found the right people to raise them.

During the summer vacation, Dobby took care of the two little ones. After school started, Hannah was responsible for feeding Sherlock. As for Bakar, a tough-talking but honest giant, he had already prepared all the food.

The Third Greenhouse is perhaps the largest classroom in Hogwarts.

The whole place is bigger than the auditorium.

Because it's actually made up of several parts, you can tell them apart by the glass ceiling.

Although the little wizards are always called greenhouses, greenhouses are actually a place name, not a classroom. It refers to a large steel building after the bell towers.

In this area, the largest classroom is where the little wizard teaches.

Go down the stairs (one-third of the classroom is at the bottom for insulation.)

Facing the front is a long and huge table, filled with various kinds of earthenware in square wooden boxes.

Each one has different nutrients, carefully prepared by Professor Sprout.

One side and the ceiling above, except for the Gothic pillars, are entirely covered in glass, and the other side is filled with a variety of magical plants, the most conspicuous of which is devil's ivy, which reproduces so quickly.

The professor had to prune it every day.

As soon as they entered the door and took the first breath of air in the greenhouse, many little wizards already frowned.

Because the smell of gasoline is everywhere in the classroom.

Reluctantly, the Gryffindors and Hufflepuff wizards split into two rows around the long table.

At this time, Professor Splett appeared, still wearing a tattered robe stained with mud and dew.

"Oh! I'm glad to see you all in good spirits."

It must be something about the World Cup that makes Professor Sprout very worried about the little wizards.

Because Owen saw behind the professor, a copy of the Daily Prophet pressed under a flower pot on the table in the corner.

The picture on the front page was of Miss Granger.

She was holding up the magic spell to maintain the lava beast with a heavy expression.

"Today we are going to learn about a new magical plant."

Her eyes automatically blocked Owen.

This embarrassing boy has already made her feel ashamed in the dean's circle.

As he spoke, the professor waved his magic wand, and the long table in front of the little wizard and the earthenware in the square wooden boxes began to float and rearrange themselves.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden box fell again, and then the little wizard saw something ugly that he had never seen before.

In fact, the things looked less like plants at all than they looked like big, dark, slimy slugs rising straight out of the soil.

Moreover, each one of them was squirming slightly, and there were many large shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

Disgusting is not enough to describe this kind of thing.

It should be said that it has reached some kind of indescribable bottom.

"The Babbo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"What?" asked Seamus Finnigan in a disgusted tone.

"Ich, Finnigan, ichor," said Professor Sprout. "It's of great value. Don't waste it. Listen, you're going to collect the ichor in these bottles. Put on your Dragonskin Gloves, undiluted with pus from the tuber of Babo, can cause unusual damage to the skin."

The process of squeezing the tuber is disgusting but also strangely satisfying.

Every time a bulge was squeezed, it would spurt out - a large jet of viscous yellow-green liquid that emits a pungent gasoline - and Owen finally figured out where the gasoline smell in the greenhouse was coming from.

They followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquids in bottles. By the time the class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

"Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout plugged the last bottle and said, "The pus from the tuber of Barbo is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This will prevent students from Use drastic measures to remove their acne."

Acne?

On the Gryffindor side, Hermione's eyes lit up as she looked at the ichor in her hand. She was wondering whether she should go to the professor and ask for a bottle.

Well - as we all know, staying up late is bad for your skin.

Especially after they enter puberty, a few pimples will appear on their faces from time to time.

Fortunately, she and that hateful guy are not from the same college, and they don't meet every day, otherwise he would definitely laugh at her.

Hermione could probably guess what Owen would say.

"Oh! God! You must be a fake wizard! Miss Granger. After all, you can't even deal with the acne on your own face."

Yes, he would definitely say that.

As for the real Owen, his eyes lit up when he looked at the contents of the bottle in his hand. His mind had already begun to arrange and combine the magic potion formulas. An anti-acne toner was definitely a good idea to make money.

Ho ho ho!

Hogwarts is such a wonderful place.

Every day there are new ways to make a fortune.

"Oh! The professor is talking about Eloise Midgen." At this time, Justin came over, and several people squeezed through the crowd and came together.

"Ask Hannah, she saw it with her own eyes."

"What happened?" Owen turned to look at Hannah again.

"Midgen, she planned to use the disappearing spell to remove the acne on her face yesterday!"

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"Awesome!" Owen gave a thumbs up and said why there were fewer people in Hufflepuff today.

"Then what? Is her head still there?"

"Yes." Hannah sighed and said calmly, "She lost her nose and left a lot of blood. Others are helping to change her nose back, but it's a pity that it's of no use."

"Nonsense, the disappearing spell breaks down objects into fine dust and returns them to nature. It does not move things to another place!" Owen shook his head and left the greenhouse with the little wizard.

He saw Hermione staying, talking to Professor Sprout.

"It's just the goddess of luck that she didn't change her head!"

Get out of the greenhouse.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor part ways.

Harry and the others are going to Snape's Potions class with the Slytherins.

Another grudge match

And they are going to compete with the Ravenclaws in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts period this year.

Nothing happened at lunch.

Everyone is very relaxed, it is the first day of school after all.

Except for certain people.

Generally speaking, Owen will choose to finish lunch and take a nap for a while. You know-it's the most troublesome for a guy like him who thinks about all kinds of sexy things all day long.

If I don’t sleep at noon, I can’t even open my eyes in the afternoon.

But a guy who was also overdoing his brain was different.

Miss Granger seemed to be back to where she was a few months ago.

He began to carry out the grand involution cause on his own.