I, Hogwarts Second Week

Today's divination class.

Professor Trelawney first checked their homework one by one. Harry and Ron found it particularly funny when they received high grades for their homework.

She read aloud many parts of their predictions and praised them for their courage in accepting the terrible things that were about to happen - but when she asked them to predict their fate next month, they found it less ridiculous. .

Neither of them could think of a new catastrophic event.

And Owen, because he predicted that he would become the dominant player of Blue Star in the future, he only received a score of P.

(Excellent——O)

(exceeded expectations - E)

(Pass-A)

(Poor - P)

P.

He has never gotten this score outside of Potions class in all his time at school.

And normally, even Snape would not give him a P out of conscience. In most cases, his potion scores are A.

This made Owen very unhappy.

Think of it this way, his predictions are most likely to come true!

It is true that a summer insect cannot speak of the ice, and a frog in a well cannot speak of the sea.

Then the course officially started.

Professor Trelawney first talked about a lot of methods for predicting the fate of planets.

It seems to make sense.

In addition to Professor Trelawney, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest are also pursuers of this way.

Based on the changes in the astrological positions, Professor Trelawney saw that the days ahead of Harry would be full of hardships, very difficult, and that what Harry feared would really come, and sooner than he imagined.

But - at first glance, it seems that these words are very suitable for him, but if you think about it carefully. It seems to make sense to any one of the little pricks present.

After all, their common enemy, Voldemort, would definitely not let them go.

Therefore, the professor was simply trying to scare Harry.

After she talked a lot, the little wizard spent the rest of the time filling in a complicated circular chart.

They fill in the planetary positions at the time of their birth, which is a tedious task.

There are a lot of tedious calculations of time and angles that need to be calculated. In the eyes of the little wizard, it is simply a waste of time.

In fact, Owen has always felt that Professor Trelawney's teaching method of scaring little wizards in class was stupid.

Why do you have to say it to death?

You should be like those Muggle wizards and be more ambiguous.

Then combined with the little wizard's recent confusion. (This is very easy to know. Just ask the deans of each college and you will know that they are pretty much the same.)

Then, combined with the vague words of the letter, God’s agent on earth can bless you in a matter of minutes.

“I know it was you who was the fortune teller, and you gave me the prophecy that they defeated me!

Come on, I'll kill you a thousand times, but it's not enough! ! ! "

In order to bring a little fun to the ordinary classroom.

Owen talked about something interesting.

In fact, in the original work, Owen wondered why Voldemort didn't directly ask the predicter of the prophecy for torture and questioning, instead of finding a prophecy ball.

But after coming into contact with Professor Trelawney, he knew that no one with a fully developed brain would believe that this crazy guy was really a prophet.

Maybe Voldemort never thought that Dumbledore would play tricks on him under the light, and Professor Trelawney was indeed too deceptive with her appearance.

But this didn't stop Owen from continuing to scare her.

"From now on, until the end of time - I will kill you over and over again!" Owen continued to say with a playful smile, imitating a certain deep accent.

the other side,

Professor Trelawney seemed to be severely frightened after hearing this.

She shuddered, then the corners of her mouth twitched, and her whole body was panicked. After taking several steps back, in shock, she accidentally bumped into Seamus' desk behind her, tearing the planetary operation diagram he had finally formed into pieces into pieces.

"Oh! My God! Professor, you tore up my homework, and I can't continue writing it." Seamo said jokingly, suppressing the smile that was about to appear on his face.

In fact, Seamus couldn't draw planetary diagrams at all.

On the parchment, he only drew a few strokes and didn't finish much at all.

"Ah!" Professor Trelawney got up from the ground.

He held Seamus, pulling from his arms to his face and finally to his hair.

There was panic written on his face: "I-I-no! I didn't."

She screamed, pinching hard with both hands.

Seamus was screaming too, running his hands into his hair.

It hurts so much!

Professor Trelawney was startled when she heard screams coming from beside her.

Immediately she reacted. She trembled and patted Seamus' head, but only twice. Then she gave off a feeling of fear and withdrew her hand.

"You tell Senior Tom about this and see if he believes you!" Owen raised his eyebrows, leaned on the chair, and looked at what was happening in front of him very leisurely.

"He's going to kill me, yes - he's going to kill me."

"No, on the contrary, he will definitely not hurt you when I call him. After all, he has to listen to your prophecy to turn defeat into victory!" Owen said with a smile, his eyes blinking with a clear light.

Don't think he is joking, Voldemort will definitely take good care of Professor Trelawney, and a precious talent like her will never be killed easily.

Right - it should be right!

Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney didn't listen to a word.

She hid in horror behind the classroom bed curtain, poked her head out, with huge oval eyes, and her innocent eyes passed over the classroom.

"Everyone go, get out of here, quickly!"

She said sternly and angrily.

Her fluffy and messy hair made her look like a crazy lion.

The little wizards didn't dare to stay any longer. They immediately stood up and rushed out of the hot and crowded north tower as if they were running away.

"Professor!" Owen waved towards Professor Trelawney.

"Go, get out of here!" She walked out of the bed curtain and stood alone behind the armchair in the center of the classroom.

To her right was a cabinet.

The top of the cabinet is filled with various crystal balls. Further to the right is a taller cabinet, filled with various teapots.

The cabinet closest to her did not contain any magic items. In fact, it contained various high-end red wines collected by Professor Trelawney.

"Probably, it will be another night of hangover." Someone followed the flow of people, turned around and smiled gracefully, and then disappeared step by step into the North Tower.

Humph - this is the consequence of giving me a P for my summer homework!

The next class is Snape's Potions class.

In this class, he forced the little wizards to research a universal antidote. The little wizards dare not take it lightly because Professor Snape said that he will poison one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote works.

Of course, Owen knew that Snape was just paying lip service.

If he dares to poison, he will eat the crucible on the spot.

However, this did not prevent him from secretly recording what Snape said.

That was a very interesting spell that Professor Trelawney taught him last semester. (funny)

It was originally used to store prophecies.

Of course, there is no problem recording other sounds.

Humph, I will forward this voice message to Professor McGonagall in a moment and see how they will fight.

Owen pouted and walked out of the potions classroom with an unhappy look on his face.

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The last lesson was Charms - Professor Flitwick asked them to read three more books in preparation for learning the Summoning Charm.

This will be the first new spell the little wizards learn this semester.

A few days later, Owen was having dinner in the auditorium and happened to meet Susan.

She and several other little Hufflepuff wizards gathered together and talked mysteriously.

This immediately attracted Owen's attention.

But it's not that Owen is very interested in the topic of these little girls - he just likes to hear secrets, especially those ulterior and dark secrets.

"I heard that there was an accident at Hannah's house." Susan lowered her head and whispered to each other.

"What's wrong with her?" Owen leaned over and happened to hear this sentence.

"You don't know?" Susan Bones turned her head and looked at Owen in surprise.

Her chubby face was full of surprise, and her brown hair was tied into a single ponytail behind her back.

"It's her aunt."

"Aunt?" Owen raised his eyebrows.

He really doesn't know.

Hannah hadn't told him about her family.

Sitting on the Hufflepuff bench with them, Owen frowned and looked at her.

"At the beginning of July, when we were just on summer vacation." Susan quickly explained: "A crazy wizard broke into their house."

"Her mother and aunt were preparing breakfast at home at that time."

"Then what?" Owen asked.

"Then?" Susan's eyes flashed with sadness, "The madman chanted the killing curse directly at her aunt, and her mother was also affected by the curse and injured."

"What?" Hermione screamed after hearing the sound.

She had just returned from the library and when she walked into the Great Hall, she saw Owen gathering with a group of Hufflepuff girls.

So she came over.

"Her aunt died on the spot." Susan glanced at Hermione and continued, "Her mother was greatly frightened."

Then he continued with lingering fear: "Hannah happened to rush home and stopped the madman. But she was unable to prevent her aunt's death.

The most abominable thing was that the lunatic was still shouting that the law allowed the use of the killing curse, that he was innocent, and so on. "

"Then what? Where's that madman?" Owen's tone gradually became cold.

He thought of himself first.

Was it because of him that Hannah was visited by her enemies?

Those bastards can only resort to such despicable methods.

An inexplicable coolness drifted across the face of the young wizard present.

Hermione looked at the boy worriedly.

"The Ministry of Magic sent people to arrest him. However, after a magical examination by the Ministry's therapist, the man suffered from severe mental trauma."

"???" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Is the Ministry of Magic correct?"

"He was tortured with the Cruciatus Curse," Susan added.

"Oh my God!" Hermione covered her mouth. Moody had just demonstrated this magic to them in class not long ago.

Moreover - she had seen Owen use that evil magic with her own eyes, and even saying the name would make people feel chills on their backs.

She thought of the dark wizard who was killed by Owen during the Battle of Hogsmeade, and the dark wizard who was with the werewolf.

She had seen with her own eyes what it would be like to be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.

"But - who would use this kind of spell on an ordinary wizard." Another young Hufflepuff wizard asked at the side.

"I don't know. No one knows." Susan said in a secretly rejoicing tone, "During that chaotic period, although we didn't feel the turmoil at Hogwarts, in fact." She looked He was serious, his tone was startled, and then he continued: "Actually - many young wizards' families have been affected."

"Ernie Macmillan, Seamus of Gryffindor, and Cho Chang of Ravenclaw."

"Many people have had their homes attacked by other wizards."

"They're just not that serious."

"But." Hermione asked anxiously.

Her parents were ordinary people and did not experience this conflict between wizards. So she had no idea about it.

"Why would they? I mean, who would attack someone for no reason?"

Hermione was very angry, and her voice was getting louder unknowingly.

"This is what Dumbledore is worried about." Owen said calmly: "The law only guarantees a person's lowest right to survive. If this bottom line does not exist, then the darkest side of human nature will will be completely exposed.

Can you imagine?

Maybe just an accidental dispute with someone in Diagon Alley would bring the threat of death to himself. "

"But -" Hermione was still confused.

She wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips but she couldn't.

Because she suddenly realized that not all wizarding families were as kind and harmonious as the Weasley family.

There are people in this world who choose to pour a bucket of oil when the fire is burning.

"Her aunt's death had a great impact on Hannah. I heard that she didn't go out for the entire month of July and stayed in her room." Susan continued, "Her mother was afraid that she would get sick, so I just took her to the World Cup."

Susan's words caused Owen to fall into memories.

Indeed, there was something strange about Hannah during the World Cup.

Usually she would follow him closely.

But during the World Cup, apart from participating in a fight with other colleges, she was never seen again.

After thinking for a moment, Owen stood up.

He decided to go talk to Hannah.

Don't be depressed, little girl.

He walked out of the auditorium quickly.

Hermione didn't follow. She planned to ask Susan about what happened to other wizarding families.

Go straight down the spiral staircase.

Turn right at a landscape painting of autumn wheat harvest and enter a long and narrow corridor.

Then turn left again, and the corridor suddenly opens up.

It was a large area with various large wooden barrels.

Most of the barrels are filled with vinegar. You have to find the second barrel in the middle of the second row and tap the bottom of the barrel to the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff".

Immediately after a narrow passage that allows people to crawl in, a round, simple, low, welcoming, warm, and sunny Hufflepuff lounge opens out to you.

Hannah hasn't been out much during this time. She's in the lounge.

Owen saw her after class in the morning.

"What's wrong? Why don't you go to eat?"

Hannah was sitting on the soft black sofa, looking at the letter in her hand in a daze.

When she noticed Owen approaching, her expression became flustered for a moment, and she quickly put away the letter in her hand.

Then he looked up at him and said, "It's okay."

"I'm not very hungry."

"I heard what happened at your home." Owen said bluntly.

He walked straight to the armchair next to Hannah and sat down.

Don't expect him, the Dark Lord, to be comforting.

He never comforts people, he only easily solves those who need to be comforted.

"Yeah!" Hannah didn't show much surprise.

Whether it's Owen's knowledge of what happened at home, or his direct attitude towards him.

That's how he is, he's used to it.

"Don't be sad," Owen continued.

This is what a straight man of steel looks like.

"I'm not sad." Hannah seemed to see that the boy in front of her wanted to comfort her.

She stuffed the letter in her hand into her pocket, "Aunt Ravelly doesn't have a good relationship with our family. She is addicted to a kind of psychedelic potion. I heard that people who drink that potion will see what they want to see most.

She spent all her money buying the raw materials for that potion. "

Outside the lounge, swaying green vegetables floated into the lounge through the windows decorated with yellow curtains, carrying the last fragrance of summer.

There were several interesting plants on the windowsill. A yellow, trumpet-shaped magical plant that Owen had seen in the fountain in front of the entrance hall was singing.

The tune was melodious and melodious, like the ancient elegy from the years spoken by my mother.

"The debt collector found our house, and he had a dispute with Aunt Lovely."

"Yeah." Owen leaned back in the armchair, listening to this cheesy story.

You can use your toes to figure out what happened next.

He didn't care about that.

What he cares about is what impact this incident will have on Hannah.

As for who died? Why dead people? Is the damn person dead? None of this was within his scope of consideration.

"I just happened to--"

Hannah wanted to continue talking, but Owen had already started wagging his finger to signal her to stop, "I was asking if you were okay."

"People died in front of you, and you saw the Killing Curse kill your aunt.

In your wild mind, what are you thinking about during the summer vacation these days?

Is it fear or regret? Is it anger or numbness? "

"Me?" Hannah lowered her head, "I don't know."

Seeing this, Owen didn't ask any more questions.

He stood up and walked forward, placing his hands on her shoulders.

He slowly said in a gentle tone that was rare for him: "It is very painful to witness death."

Owen didn't open his mouth: he said to be strong.

It is foolish to speak to make people stronger without experiencing other people's sufferings and feeling the same.

It just makes people strong, which is very cheap, very hypocritical, and disgusting.

"Few people can truly face it bravely."

"So no matter what you are thinking, I hope you can tell me and talk to me. Don't keep things in your heart."

"You can also choose not to share it with me. I respect every choice you make."

Hannah raised her head slightly.

There is an indescribable, unbreakable, and unwilling to let go bond in the brown eyes.

I do not know what to do!

——This is her best answer.