I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Shout?" Owen smiled, "You are smart!"

"You also know how to be prepared!"

"Fine!"

Consider that these two guys may be needed in the future to continue sharing information about the Weasley family treasure.

Irving made the difficult decision to take a step back!

After all, they are not the only Weasleys who have a great family and business.

Maybe the treasure belongs to other Weasleys.

And he has no connection with other Weasley families.

Simply, Owen planned to bleed heavily.

Spend money to buy information - not shabby!

"I'll give you fifty Sickles. That's enough!" He stood on the grass with his arms folded across his chest.

The breeze caressed his cheek.

Owen raised his head and said confidently.

"Hey! Hermione, yes, a tragedy just happened here!" George suddenly stretched his head and yelled towards the covered bridge behind him.

"Hey - it's the price! Let's have a good negotiation, why are you flipping the table!" Owen said with an apologetic smile.

"When she comes, you won't make a dime."

As the speaker, Owen glanced at the covered bridge behind him and saw that no one was there at all.

knock.

After realizing that he had been deceived, he immediately raised his face, as if cutting flesh, and said with a ferocious face, "Five galleons at most, no more!"

"Oh - my dear George, do you think Dumbledore will suddenly choose the Weasley family's treasure?" Hearing this, Fred suddenly turned his head and said to George beside him like a gentleman.

"Oh! Of course, I mean - don't expose it! What if Dumbledore wants a clock for home?" George said with a smile on his face.

"Haha——" Owen smiled awkwardly.

Sure enough, smart people are the most annoying.

So he just liked Justin.

The guy never doubts his intentions.

Even if he fed him roast duck for a week, he didn't have any doubts.

It seems that it is impossible to deal with these two guys without some blood.

But - that's all my money.

It didn’t cost a penny!

After all, he got the 20,000 Galleons after school started.

There really is no place to spend money.

So it is impossible to give money.

After thinking for a moment, Owen suddenly came up with a plan.

Three minutes later.

The twins nodded with satisfaction, and the expression on their silly brother's face became strange.

This stupid brother was beaten once and he changed so many things for them.

If only Irving would give him a few more beatings.

Ron, who was squatting on the stone steps, immediately noticed a hint of malice.

He hurriedly leaned towards Harry.

Then he turned around and saw that the malice came from his two brothers.

Immediately, he started to curse: "Two inhumane guys, they even gave up their own brother for money!"

"You still know that you are our younger brother!" George slowly approached Ron, "As a younger brother, shouldn't you make some contribution to your brothers' careers?"

Fred also took the same posture, and the two launched a pincer attack.

When Ron saw this, he didn't dare to stay. He immediately ran away, cursing the inhuman Gemini as he ran.

And this scene was all seen by Harry.

His eyes were awkward, he hesitated for a long time, and then he slipped away with oil on his feet.

"Hey! You're so young!" Owen rubbed his neck, "He helped me count the money after being sold!"

Just now, he spent a small amount of money to fund Gemini's next alchemical invention. He even promised to buy the brothers a shop in Hogsmeade Village.

The twins were so excited that they almost rushed over to give him their first kiss.

Don't doubt Owen's commitment to buying a house.

In fact, he already bought it.

Since the Battle of Hogsmeade, housing prices there have almost dropped to bargain prices. Owen's 20,000 galleons can be sold for several streets.

Over the past few months, the Malfoy Charitable Foundation has made a large investment in Hogsmeade, allowing this historic wizarding village to regain some vitality - of course at the cost of at least 6% of the town's Ten of the lands were owned by the Malfoy family.

The remaining forty basically had their capital injection, but the ownership was not in Malfoy's hands.

In the entire village of Hogsmeade, the only place that can be called clean is Aberforth's Pig's Head pub.

After all, Lucius didn't dare to fish for gold on Dumbledore's head.

Gemini smiled at this transaction.

Owen smiled too.

His vacant house was finally rented out.

Earning some rent is better than leaving it vacant.

As for Gemini, they feel like they picked up a store for nothing. I am even more grateful to Owen.

Everyone feels that they have made a profit.

Looking at the endless wilderness under the billowing clouds and mist.

I believe we all have a better tomorrow.

hey-hey.

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Over the next week, the excitement in the castle grew.

Although we still don’t know when alchemy classes will resume, Owen has already met Victor in the castle.

This is good news.

It felt like Dumbledore didn't come to him to be a professor, but to be a detective.

While everyone was talking about it, the castle was also thoroughly cleaned.

Many of the dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, although the figures who were scrubbed resented it.

They sat huddled in their frames, muttering glumly.

Every time he touched the newly exposed pink flesh on his face, he grimaced in pain.

The armor on both sides of the corridor suddenly became shiny and no longer creaked when moving.

There are a few armors who particularly like to dance and sing.

Professor McGonagall originally planned to immobilize them with a petrification spell, but Dumbledore was very tolerant of this. He happily taught the Hogwarts school song he composed to the armors, so that they could sing the school song in the corridor.

Argus Filch, the janitor, stood guard at the door of the auditorium every day at mealtime. Whenever he saw a student forget to clean his leather shoes, he would get furious and frighten two first-year girls into hysteria.

Regarding this leather shoe issue.

He has already grabbed several people and won't let them go.

Filch originally had a very bad reputation among the young wizards, but now he was even more disgusted by them.

You must know that this is Hogwarts, and everyone doesn't stay in the castle all the time.

Herbal medicine classes, Care of Magical Creatures classes, Astronomy classes and some other courses all have outings.

Walking through a muddy mountain road, it is inevitable that there will be some mud under your feet.

What to do with leather shoes?

Those who didn’t know better thought they were studying at the Frunze Military Academy.

The other faculty and staff in the castle were also extremely nervous, trying hard to make everything appear in the most perfect state.

Wait until the morning of October 30th, the eve of Halloween.

When everyone went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a house of Hogwarts: Gryffindor on a red background with a golden lion, Ravenclaw on a blue background with a bronze eagle, and Ravenclaw on a yellow background. The one with a black badger is Hufflepuff, and the green one with a silver boa constrictor is Slytherin.

Behind the classroom desk hangs the largest banner.

Above is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake connected together, surrounding a large letter H.

"Wow! It's so spectacular! The castle looks like new!"

Justin said happily.

Ernie, who was standing side by side with them, also looked excited, "We are so lucky. This game has been suspended for hundreds of years, and we are actually here!"

"Owen, are you able to participate in the Final Four?"

A few people sat down, but before their buttocks even reached the bench, a fifth- and sixth-year wizard from Hufflepuff walked over.

The leader is a tough wizard named Gawain.

With a muscular body like the Durmstrang wizard, blond hair, and blue eyes, he looked like a royal chef whose heat tripled when exposed to the sun.

He even has a personality similar to Gawain, so he is very prestigious in the castle.

"Although I have a way, but - I have signed an agreement with Principal Dumbledore to be the chief of Hogwarts. You guys - why don't you find George and the others?"

"Them?" Gawain's face showed a worried look. Sure enough, he didn't trust the Weasley twins.

"I wonder what events are included in the competition?" Justin said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too. We have done so many dangerous things before."

"really."

Well said Justin.

In the first grade, they bravely fought Voldemort, and in the second grade, they faced off against the Acromantula and the witch Lani.

The third grade even directly participated in the Battle of Hogsmeade.

It can be said that everything they do is much more dangerous than the competition, but the ordinary content of the competition can be handled by third and fourth grade wizards.

This is why the little wizard at Hogwarts is so angry.

Because if you are a picky person, forget it. Being selected will be embarrassing, so we won’t talk about that.

But guys are so strong, why not choose me!

"Yes, it is indeed very powerful, but what you did was not done in front of the judging panel, right?" Gawain said, "Professor Sprout said that the judges will score the warriors based on the quality of their completed projects. ."

"Who is the referee?" Susan asked on the side.

"Ministry of Magic official?" Justin speculated.

"Impossible -" Owen interrupted, "This competition was obviously promoted by Dumbledore, and North America was also involved. The Ministry of Magic couldn't get involved. I guess he would have invited some famous wizards to form a judging panel. , and then conduct group scoring.”

"Famous wizard?"

Owen's words made all the young wizards feel surprised. Everyone was looking forward to whether they could take a photo with those famous wizards, or whether one day they could become a famous wizard who would leave his name in the history of magic.

All in all, on this day, no one was paying attention to the lectures. Everyone was thinking that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Even Potions class wasn't as unbearable as usual because it ended half an hour early.

Snape had some objections to this. He looked sullen and frantically looked for trouble in class, but this didn't change anything.

Everyone is still happy.

Afternoon - around six or seven o'clock.

The bells of Hogwarts were ringing endlessly.

Owen came to the auditorium early. As the president of the student union, he had to maintain order with the prefects.

At this time, the little wizards crowded towards the front one by one. They gathered in front of the east gate of Hogwarts, which was the main entrance of the castle. (Does the castle have a main entrance?)

Senior wizards will pass by here in carriages.

There is a tall metal magical iron gate, and behind the gate is a huge garden.

Everyone wanted to get to the front because they could see the wizards from other schools first.

"Weasley, put your hat on straight; Creevey, tuck your shirt into your trousers!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "And you, Miss Patil, put that ridiculous hair on your hair. Take things away.”

Parvati frowned unhappily and took off a large butterfly headdress from the end of her braid.

"Okay, everyone, please follow me." Professor McGonagall said, "The first-year students are in front, don't be crowded."

Although the professors and prefects had tried their best to maintain order at the scene, the excited little wizards still crowded forward in a noisy manner.

Especially the Gryffindors, the boys hugged each other and pushed forward

The Weasley twins deliberately pushed hard from behind. When they saw that they couldn't push anymore, they took out their wands and prepared to open the eyes of the idiot in front who didn't want to move!

"Put your wand away, Weasley!" Professor McGonagall was furious.

Her hair was slightly flowing from her crazy emotions.

"Get in line," she roared angrily.

Unfortunately, the results are limited.

Although the excited hearts of the little wizards were poured with a bucket of water, their enthusiasm did not diminish much.

Although the scene was not as crowded as before, they still surrounded each other.

This is the disadvantage brought about by the overall increase in the strength of the little wizard.

Every skin is itchy again!

"boom!"

They were crowded, and suddenly the fountain in the garden exploded.

The huge explosion sound was like a thunder that penetrated into the ears of the little wizards.

"Damn it, who the hell is trying to squeeze me!"

Owen, who was spit out by the turbulent crowd, stood on the flower bed.

He stared at the team of thousands of young wizards with an angry look.

His robe was stained with dust, and there were two medium-sized footprints on the soles of his shoes.

"You can't learn to line up, can you?"

"ah!"

The wand was pressed against his neck, and under the blessing of the 'loud voice' spell, his angry roar was like a deep dragon.

"Stand still the fuck over!"

The little wizards all looked at him with their heads narrowed.

But he was not afraid of Owen's threats. The main reason was that the flashing light at the tip of his wand was too dazzling.

They absolutely believed that the guy would throw lightning to bathe himself.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's warning, that lunatic would actually take action.

Gradually, the crowd below began to flow.

The first grade is ranked first, and the other grades are ranked last.

A silent sense of oppression forced them to quickly close their mouths and quicken their pace.

"Damn it, I'm the one who belongs to Top, so I need to be beaten!"

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It was a cold, fresh evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright, and the castle is set against each other, creating a beautiful fantasy scene.

Several professors stared at Owen with twitching lips.

Although he is full of vulgarity and does not share the elegance of the Rozier family at all, but - it works, doesn't it?

So they just turned a blind eye and pretended they didn't see it at all.

Professor Flitwick silently stretched out his wand and repaired the fountain that Owen had blown up.

In the castle, all the ghosts floated out.

Everyone is above everyone except Peeves.

Owen jumped down from the flower bed.

He didn't go into the crowd. Dumbledore called him over.

He will welcome the guests together with the professors.

"It's almost six o'clock!" Ron looked back at the driveway leading to the front door, glanced back, and said in a low voice, "How will they get here, by train?"

Although the team of young wizards finally looked pleasing to the eye, the whispers among them did not stop.

That subtle sound, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, is really annoying.

No wonder those teachers don't like students talking.

"I don't think so," Hermione said. "The Hogwarts train leaves from London, and they can't meet there."

"Then how come, flying broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

"No way, that's too far," Hermione said.

"Maybe it's a portkey?!" Ron continued to guess, "Or it's Apparition. Maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to Apparate!"

"Ron, how many times have I told you that Apparition is not allowed in the grounds of Hogwarts!" Hermione said impatiently.

"Can we use elves or magical animals? Doesn't Owen have a kitten that can apparate?"

"That's Zuowu!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily. It's been three years and you can't even figure out Sirocco's race. It's really not caring enough.

"That is a very precious magical creature. It is only produced in the Ming Dynasty. They prohibit the export of this precious magical animal. Very few poachers can bring it out."

"Then how did they get here?"

Ron and Harry asked in confusion at the same time.

But no one could answer their questions.

The little wizards excitedly scanned the gradually darkening venue, but there was still no movement.

Everything was silent and peaceful, just like normal.

The uncontrollable chatter gradually began to rise from the crowd. Everyone was cold and hungry.

One of the little Hufflepuff wizards had begun to curse under his breath.

And just when everyone couldn't stand it anymore, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with other teachers, suddenly shouted.

"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the Beauxbatons representative has already arrived!"

"Where is it?" Many students asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" shouted a sixth grader, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth, much bigger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks.

Under the silver moonlight, everyone can see that it is flying rapidly across the dark blue sky, flying towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh my god, what is that?"

"It's a dragon!" screamed a first-year student, so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"Don't be silly, it's a house flying!" Dennis said.

His guess might be closer, but it was more accurate to say that it was a carriage drawn by magic runes.

Hermione recognized the magical creature immediately.

She even fed them with Fleur in the second grade.