I, Hogwarts Second Week

Just when Owen was about to continue to have a good relationship with Neville in a pleasant manner, four screams suddenly came from the corridor.

Then there were the sounds of footsteps, and an angry roar: "Owen!"

"Hey! Here! I'm here!" Owen stood up and stuck his head out, and met an angry Hermione face to face. "If you weren't blind"

"What did you do! Did you cast a spell on them?"

"Um?"

"I'm talking about Miss Granger. How can you insult someone's innocence out of thin air?" A certain murderer leaned against the partition of the cubicle with a meaningless look, lazily grabbed the end of the wand in his hand and said, "Did you see that? ?What evidence do you have that I did it?"

"You" Hermione glared at him fiercely, "That's a petrification spell, isn't it? I've seen it in books!"

"Friendly reminder, Miss Granger, I am just a poor and helpless first-year freshman. Even a fourth- or fifth-year wizard may not be able to cast such a profound magic as the Petrification Curse." Owen's pair of gray eyes The eyes reflected the shadow of the devil.

He always had a faint smile on his face, and just like his decent clothes, he exuded the temperament of a hellish gentleman.

"You--you are so messy!"

"Okay! Then Miss Granger, are you willing to make a bet with me?"

"What?"

"Bet a Galleung. I didn't do this. How about it. If you win, you can do whatever you want with me. If I win, you lose a Galleung to me." The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly, and then He said slowly.

"Okay! I promise you." Hermione agreed immediately without any hesitation.

Humph, this was the way to Hogwarts, and serious campus violence occurred around her. When she got to school, she would definitely report this matter to the professors, no—to the principal.

"Let's go." Owen walked over immediately, and when he passed by Hermione, he showed her a 'you have lost' smile.

"Hmph!" Hermione hummed in response.

This guy is so annoying.

There was a lot of anger in the little witch's stomach, and now she felt disgusted with how she looked at Owen.

——

The cubicle that Harry and Ron were in was only a few steps away from them, separated by only three cubicles.

Owen met another familiar face.

A handsome blond guy and his two followers.

"No wonder there were four screams just now."

"Hey~ Isn't this Master Malfoy?" Owen narrowed his eyes and hurriedly stepped forward.

Draco! This is his money bag!

The Malfoy family - one of the families that my grandfather often attacked rich people.

Rich as hell.

If there was a Forbes rich list in the wizarding world, their family would definitely be at the top.

As for the specific twists and turns of the story between them.

That's really Harry without a mother - it's a long story.

"Owen Sanchez!" The moment he saw Owen, Draco took two steps back and almost fell down.

"You - you, don't come here. I tell you Owen, without your grandpa, my dad can do whatever he wants." He raised his hands, and his light blond hair suddenly lost its luster. He spoke intermittently.

"Can it? How can it be done?"

Owen took a step forward.

Draco, like a frightened mouse, took four or five steps back again with a pale face, "My father is the director of Hogwarts!"

"Oh! So what?"

"I-I'm warning you not to mess around. I'm going to tell my father." Draco felt dizzy, and his memory seemed to return to that afternoon dominated by a certain two grandfathers and grandchildren.

Then, perhaps due to the deep-rooted pure-blood pride of the Malfoy family, he suddenly summoned up the courage to look at Owen.

Driven by this courage, the child just glared at him, then turned around and ran away, completely ignoring his two followers.

"Draco? Draco!"

After the two followers saw Draco running away in a hurry, they were still in the mood to show off their power and quickly chased towards the back car.

"Oops! It seems that I accidentally left a deep psychological shadow on the child." Owen curled his lips and muttered indifferently.

Then he turned and walked into the cubicle.

In the room, Harry and Ron were as motionless as if they were bound by a spell. If you look carefully, you can even see that their exposed skin has a certain sheen of stone.

"Admit it! It was you who did it." The girl following Owen first glanced at the direction Draco was running away from.

His face was gloomy.

Another victim.

How many people has this guy bullied?

Then she turned to look at Harry and Ron.

Draco's behavior just now further proved that it was this annoying guy in front of them who had petrified them.

"I will definitely tell the professors about this when I get to school."

Hermione raised her head, exposing her slender neck, and said seriously: "Even the principal."

"Don't be so anxious!" Owen glanced at her.

Hiss——If you throw a cutting spell at this time,

It will definitely be a lot cleaner in the future - right!

"Do you remember our bet?"

"You still want to quibble?"

"No, I mean, you should prepare that gold galleons." As he spoke, Owen raised his wand and tapped Harry and Ron's heads lightly.

A flash of water-like luster passed by, and the two of them recovered immediately.

"You!" Ron, who had just regained his freedom, immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth to accuse.

But the next second, he was abruptly interrupted by Owen holding a wand.

"Ouch! You are so careless, Ron-san."

"Huh? What?"

"Look at your wand. The unicorn hair on the center of the wand is leaking out. You must have made a mistake in casting the wand and turned yourself and Harry to stone, right?"

"You - what are you talking about?" Little Ron's dull eyes were full of confusion.

"It's a good thing I found you, otherwise you would have been petrified for several hours' drive from Hogwarts, and there would be no professor on the train to break the curse for you. If you were unlucky, you would even be left on the train. I missed the opening ceremony!" Owen held up his wand and kept waving it in front of the two unlucky people.

"Yes - yes?" Ron swallowed and stared at Owen's wand.

"But it doesn't matter. We are at the same level and we will see each other often in the future. If you want to learn how to break the curse, I can teach you." Owen's amiable smile influenced the two of them.

It is obvious that this kind of influence has outstanding effects.

Ron's face turned pale, and his body stiffened as he said the keyword for self-improvement: "In the future?"

"Often?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Owen blinked and continued: "So now Ron, can you tell the girl next to me. Did you just cast a spell and lose control of your wand, causing it to become petrified?"

"What about you?" Owen turned his head and looked at Harry.

"I-I think Ron is right." Harry immediately understood. The man who had just left the Dursleys was not the reckless Gryffindor he would be in the future.

When it comes to giving in, he - Harry Potter, is very experienced!

New book sets sail

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