I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chatted with Hannah for a long time.

But she always avoided talking to Owen about family matters.

They talked about many things together.

From the new changes in the classroom since this semester, to the expectations and views on the Final Four.

Like a bunch of friends chatting.

However, both sides can feel that there is a sadly thick barrier separating them.

Friday.

Owen and Harry went to Care of Magical Creatures class together.

This is an elective course and is not based on a college. You can see students from the four major colleges in the classroom.

This is the last class of the week.

A deep and deep bell sounded across the damp field and came from the castle. get out of class was over and the students dispersed one after another.

There were also some little wizards walking along the gently descending lawn towards Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, one hand holding the collar of his huge hunting dog, Fang.

There were several open wooden boxes on the ground at his feet. Yaya was moaning and struggling with his collar, apparently wanting to carefully investigate the contents of the boxes.

As they approached, a strange clicking sound reached their ears, and occasionally there were faint explosions.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said, smiling at Harry, Ron and Hermione. "It's best to wait for the other students. I don't think anyone will want to miss this."

He said, "This is my new research, which I spent a summer vacation on, bomb-tailed snails!"

"What?" said Ron.

"Blast-tailed skrewt!" Hagrid repeated, "a new species I bred!"

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"I suddenly have a bad feeling." Ron lowered his head and whispered to Harry, "I bet it won't be anything good."

"I thought so too." Harry responded in an equally low voice.

He knew Hagrid. This half-giant's aesthetics in magical animals could not be said to be very different from theirs, but it could also be said to be wrong.

"You will like it!" Hagrid seemed not to see the worry showing in the corners of the little wizard's eyes at all.

He just said excitedly minding his own business.

Looking at the little wizards gradually gathering over.

He naturally ignored Owen and continued to talk to the other little wizards, "This is an unprecedented new species, something you will never see in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"Haha——" After a whole year of torture, the little wizards who can still stay here understand what Hagrid's surprise will be. No one has any expectations. They would rather learn some "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in a proper manner. Common creatures in .

Such as unicorns.

In the process of brushing its hair, you can also pick up some hair and sell it for money!

Hagrid bent down happily, and then opened the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed and jumped back a few steps.

Since this girl was silenced by Hermione's Oblivion Curse, she didn't dare to provoke him again - Professor McGonagall dispelled the Oblivion Magic for her, and deducted fifty points from Hermione for this.

But Harry and many people in Gryffindor supported Hermione's approach.

Because Lavender was really annoying during that time.

Of course, the reason why she is not obsessed with her brother's beauty now is most likely because after being bitten by a vampire, she became - well - how should I put it - more beautiful - her skin was whiter and firmer , I have also lost a lot of weight, my face contour is more eye-catching, and the baby fat on my cheeks has also disappeared.

The figure became taller and grew very rapidly.

What's more important is that she suddenly has a unique temperament that she has never had before.

A bloody, mysterious and charming temperament, which makes many wizards fascinated by her.

Miss Brown has become the belle of Gryffindor.

And she herself is happy to be in the pursuit of boys.

"It's disgusting!" Harry also frowned.

This thing looked like a large lobster with its shell removed. It was white, gray and sticky, and looked very scary. Many legs were stretched out in various directions, and the head was nowhere to be seen.

There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, stacked on top of each other, crawling around and banging against the walls of the box in a daze.

They also emit a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.

Every now and then, sparks will shoot out from the snail's tail, and with a soft pop, the snail will advance a few inches.

how to say!

This thing is just like those failed and defective products created by the legendary mad scientists.

Nothing but disgusting people.

Not to mention those girls, Owen frowned repeatedly.

It can only be said that Hagrid does have some talent in cultivating hybrid magical animals. After all, normal people cannot do this kind of thing.

But his aesthetic is obviously a little too outrageous.

Especially this idea - a manticore crossed with a fire crab

Owen just wanted to ask how he had such evil thoughts.

"Bang!"

The tail of the snail in Ron's hand suddenly exploded.

Sparks flew onto his hand, and Ron cursed as he endured the pain.

"How did you get these Blast-Ended Skrewts?" Harry asked with a rather ugly expression as he stuck his head out and looked at a group of Blast-Ended Skrewts in the box. "There's nothing like this in the book."

"It's a new species, the offspring of a hybrid between a manticore and a fire crab. I named them the Explosive-tailed Skrewts. These little guys are very cute, aren't they?!" Hagrid waved his hand, as if he was very interested. I was happy that Harry would ask, "You know, this is not easy. Manticores almost don't let any creatures get close to them. It's even more difficult to get them to cooperate obediently and produce offspring. I spent about six months this summer." It took more than a dozen fire crabs to make it work.”

"The word 'use' is used wonderfully!" Owen said with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"I feel so sad for the Fire Crabs, so small - but they have to suffer so much."

How to align it! asshole!

One embodiment is at least dozens of inches tall. A normal-sized manticore resembles a small house.

another.

Oh my god!

It's so evil.

Thinking about his past experiences, no matter whether it was a fire dragon, a three-headed giant dog or an acrosantula, they were no safer than a bomb-tailed snail.

In Hagrid's eyes, they are all cute little despicable things!

Moreover, the Department for the Protection of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic clearly has a law prohibiting the breeding of such new magical creatures, the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments" law. (For the first time, Owen chooses to side with the Ministry of Magic.)

And the Manticore is not a magical creature native to Britain.

It was a magical animal with the head of a man, the body of a lion, and the tail of a scorpion. A monster with a red lion body, a human face, human ears, and blue eyes.

The upper and lower jaws each have three rows of sharp teeth, and the tail end has a deadly stinger like a scorpion. These stingers can be shot in any direction.

Originating in Greece, it is very rare and extremely dangerous. It is one of the most dangerous magical animals known to date.

Its skin repels almost all known conventional black magic defense spells. Except for black magic, under normal circumstances, wizards are unable to control this creature at all.

There were times when a wizard tried to capture this creature, causing it to violently fight back.

That accident eventually led to the manticore accidentally arriving in a Muggle town.

A total of thirty thousand people were brutally killed by a manticore.

Violent, cruel and bloody.

But the manticore is an intelligent creature with high language ability.

So it is certain that Hagrid used force to deal with that poor manticore.

Secondly, the wizarding country prohibits the trafficking of such dangerous creatures, um - the "Prohibition of Trafficking in Dangerous Magical Creatures Act" was also trampled on by Hagrid.

"It seems that the promotion and construction of the rule of law in the magical world has a long way to go!" Owen turned his head and said in a nonchalant tone towards Hermione.

Miss Granger rolled her eyes.

Then he coldly took a lot of strange food from Hagrid and began to feed this disgusting creature.

the following few days.

After several rounds of lessons, the little wizard gradually returned to his previous state.

Slowly everyone returned to the state of last semester.

September flies by.

The cool breeze from the Scottish Highlands begins to blow away the heat around the castle.

The seasonal plants in the greenhouse have taken on a faint yellowish color.

That was one night.

The Hufflepuff lights had gone out.

The only light in the common room was the stars outside the window, and only a few magical plants that emitted fluorescence brought by Professor Sprout were still swaying in the darkness.

This brings some light into the darkness, making it less scary.

Owen tiptoed out of the common room.

The dark castle is not so dark that you can't see anything. In fact, there are strange fluorescent lights and braziers everywhere here for lighting.

Only at the spiral staircase did all the light disappear.

Because portrait painters also have to sleep.

Applying the Disillusionment Curse, Owen easily went from the underground level to the second floor of the castle.

Perhaps for the convenience of students who frequently travel between the library and the classroom, there is a shortcut nearby leading to the library on the fifth floor.

The entrance and exit are covered with tapestry.

The library of Hogwarts is the second largest library in Europe (the first is Beauxbatons). The size of the collection of books in the library alone is amazing. There are thousands of books and several Thousands of bookshelves, hundreds of narrow passages.

No wizard can claim to know exactly what books are in the school library.

Yes, you don’t need to read every book. Even the titles alone are unlikely to be remembered by any wizard.

Even Dumbledore.

Generally speaking, the library closes at 8pm.

As a librarian, Irma Pince is as strict as Professor McGonagall.

She would never give in to any little wizard.

If you want to secretly study in the library at night, you have to think of something unconventional.

Ravenclaws are quite experienced in this area.

Of course, Owen's purpose is not a book.

He only stopped after using the unlocking spell to break open the library door, sneaking in secretly, and reaching the restricted book area.

"Is it really here?"

In front of Owen's eyes was a clearly visible silver silk that was winding like a river.

Those are traces of ancient magic.

Obviously, its source lies in the forbidden book section.

"It's really hard to find!"

Perhaps it was too long since anyone had opened the secret room about ancient magic hidden in the castle. He could not see any traces of ancient magic in the castle.

Yes, if he could see it, he should have discovered it last semester.

However, Owen was not discouraged. During the first month of school, he continued to release ancient magic power.

Magic is like a river, it will follow the river that has dried up in the past to find the source he wants to see.

Sure enough, after a month of draining himself, the secret was finally revealed.

Restricted section of Hogwarts library?

Owen looked ahead.

The Restricted Area is an area located at the back of the library, separated by a rope.

The books stored here generally contain content that is not suitable for young students to read, such as very powerful black magic.

Students can borrow the corresponding books here only with permission signed by the teacher. After obtaining the approval slip, the librarian will get the corresponding books for the students.

Of course, Hogwarts, you know, entering and exiting the restricted area is not much more difficult for today's young wizards than entering the toilet.

The only difference is whether they want to enter or not.

He easily crossed the rope that was cast with powerful warning magic.

"Um - is there anyone in there?"

Owen originally wanted to cast a confusion spell on the rope, but upon closer inspection, he found that someone seemed to have cast a spell on the rope before him.

Sure enough - after he entered the restricted book area, he noticed an abnormality within a few steps.

In the corner of the bookshelf.

An oil lamp sat on the dusty table.

The oil lamp gave off a faint light, and there was a pile of books beside it.

It's just that these books are only half - half in the physical sense, they seem to have been hacked by a knife.

Moreover, there is a faint smell of herbs in the air. Owen is very familiar with that smell because it is everywhere in the greenhouse.

The smell of baba tuber pus.

In addition, there was the sound of rustling writing in my ears.

"Tsk!"

Thinking with his toes, he also knew who the guy wearing the invisibility cloak in the distance was!

First of all, let us exclude Granger, because only Harry would run to the forbidden area alone in the middle of the night wrapped in the invisibility cloak, holding many - um - inner volumes of alchemy-related magic books: excerpts.

Hahao(*￣︶￣*)o

It's okay, don't pay attention to her.

Owen, who was under the Disillusionment Curse, walked straight past her.

But just for a moment when he passed by her, he blew a breath of air-conditioning and turned off the light.

Hey.

"ah!"

Then the brightness disappeared, causing the invisible mysterious man to let out a short and sharp scream.

"boom!"

It was the sound of books falling to the ground.

What followed was a sound of pain, "Ouch!"

Hmm--The book probably fell and hit her foot.

"Hehe-" Owen teased and walked past her.

Although he couldn't see Hermione's panicked expression under the invisibility cloak, it didn't stop him from continuing to light the lamp - well - in a different color.

"Huh~"

There seemed to be whispers coming from the abyss, and accompanied by the sound of something being lit, the oil lamp was lit again, but this time, the light emitted was no longer orange.

This time it's a faint green.

Okay - what kind of frightened sound came from behind.

None of this is what Irving cares about.

He just followed the footsteps of ancient magic a little more briskly.

The library is very big.

After continuing to follow the river for more than ten minutes, Owen finally saw a pool.

In fact, magic poured into the ground there, forming a fountain above ground.

Squatting down, he tapped the ground gently, and a hollow echo came immediately.

"Hogwarts has so many secrets!"

In a castle that has been built for fifteen hundred years, no one can say that they completely know all the secrets in the castle. The young wizard can only continue to explore and summarize them, just like the Marauder's Map made by Harry's father, Sirius, and Lupin.

"The secret appears!"

A faint golden light flashed from Owen's wand.

Like a radar, invading the ground.

"So that's it!"

Owen stretched out his palm and touched the ground.

Then his feet seemed to sink into a quagmire, and his whole body began to seep into the ground.

A little magic.

Simple stealth magic mastered by Aurors.

It can directly penetrate walls without magic protection, which is much more invisible than opening the lock spell and walking through the front door.

Only the Gryffindor idiots represented by Harry Potter would honestly take the right path.

Normal people will choose to take the stairs.

"Bang!" Like first-grade wizards walking through devil's vines, Owen landed firmly in the underground secret room in the restricted area of ​​the library.

"Lumos!"

The pale light illuminated the surrounding area brightly.

Beyond Owen's expectation, he thought it might just be a long and narrow corridor underneath.

But from what I saw, it was pretty big here.

It should be said that this place was originally part of the library, and stacks of bookshelves still stand in the dark hall where the edges cannot be seen.

Only the falling dust buried their brilliance.

It is conceivable that in the past, the library of Hogwarts must have been larger than it is now, and even divided into several floors.

It's just that something happened at this lower level that made the principal at the time hide it.

It can be inferred from the twos and threes of ancient books on the surrounding bookshelves that 'this incident' is very urgent, resulting in many books that have not had time to be moved out.

Continuing to follow the guidance of ancient magic, Owen walked forward alone.

The two sides are full of messy bookshelves and bookcases, and sometimes you will encounter an alchemical globe.

There are also some portraits and the like.

However, there is obviously no reflection in the painting. It may be that the magic has been lost due to years of neglect.

Portraits also need to be taken care of by wizards.

Unless very precious materials are used and a powerful protective spell is attached, the average portrait can be preserved for hundreds of years.

Not all paintings are without images, such as some landscape paintings.

Although it has lost its magic, the canvas still retains its former paint.

For example, there is a painting of Death of a Werewolf next to Owen. ‘

A ferocious-looking werewolf fell in a pool of blood, surrounded by a forest, and the moon in the sky was as round as a lamp.

Moving forward, there are more and more debris around.

Abandoned armor, broken lamp posts, mirror frames without glass, etc.

Owen had to step very slightly between those things.

"here it is!"