I, Hogwarts Second Week

We still don’t know whether Ron is happy or miserable.

Maybe both.

"What on earth does that woman want to do?"

At this time George and Fred also came over.

They danced with their respective partners for a long time, probably to relax, and then they would sneak out of the castle to find a small forest.

"Then there's no need to guess. Could it be that she was after the seven drumsticks in Ron's belly?" Owen glanced at the witch. This woman is so strange. Why do you act so bored if you are really looking for the Weasley family treasure? Are you afraid that others will not know that you have other motives?

"Weasley's treasure?" Fred whispered, "But how did she know about it. I mean, who told her?"

"Who told her, it's not important, what's important is that she didn't want to get involved, but someone asked her to get involved, and what I want to know is, who is the person behind this?"

"Is it Professor Eulali?" Fred first suspected the current principal of Ilvermorny. After all, if Koatl had to obey orders from one person, the only person the young wizards could think of was the principal.

"Professor Eurasia is Dumbledore's through and through, ever since she was still at school in Ilvermorny." Owen shook his head. He took a sip of butterbeer and looked at Hermione, whose eyes were shining brightly. He appeared to be very enthusiastic and extremely interested in the possible huge conspiracy.

Seeing this, Owen's face turned down slightly, showing an unhappy expression. Tonight is a rare day. Isn't the most important thing for them to go to the woods?

What Weasley's treasure - to hell with it!

Without those treasures, he could still be an alien god. Probably.

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and looked at Miss Granger beside him.

Under that dark blue dress was warm jade-like skin, which seemed to have some kind of snow-white exposure, and her tight and elastic thighs had quite beautiful curves. This was the symbol of youth. This was what Hermione always ran about. Running around and exercising.

Of course, the beauty of the girl must not stop there.

It's like you see a cluster of mountains. It's really beautiful to see the ups and downs in the distance, but the mountain is there, and the alluring mist halfway up the mountain is like gauze, which makes people want to get closer and peep into the real world. Allow.

Especially this year.

This is not a good year

Miss Granger unexpectedly became a warrior, which made her even busier when she was already short of time.

You must know that in addition to eleven courses (seven required and four electives) Hermione has to take, she also has a lot of alchemy experiments and manuscript preparation work.

During the first week of vacation, while they were dating, she carried two notebooks with her, one containing the ancient runes she had copied from the underground chamber, and the other his copy of Ancient Alchemy. "Revealing the Secret", if she thinks of any unanswered questions anytime, anywhere, she will ask him openly and openly.

When they were not together before, she didn't often ask him questions because she was shy. But now, there is no psychological pressure at all. This makes Owen sometimes have a strong sense of déjà vu, that is, he is giving Hermione Be a tutor.

Beside, Miss Granger felt uncomfortable being stared at by Owen's fiery eyes. He often did this, but in the past, whenever he looked at her like this, there was always a hint of conspiracy in his eyes, as if He was thinking about how to trick her, but now - throwing away those messy expressions, all that was left were things that could make the little witch feel hot.

"Don't worry about them." Owen took Hermione's smooth hand, then turned to look at Harry and the others and said, "Today is the dance! Don't you have any girlfriends? You are so busy."

With that said, he turned around and was about to take Hermione out of the auditorium.

He knows several places where little wizards won't be around, where their relationship will reach another level!

"Owen—" a woman's voice came from behind him.

Owen didn't look back.

When his mother came, he followed her as she left.

"Owen Sanchez!!!"

The voice was more serious and sounded inexplicably familiar.

Owen suddenly turned around, and then saw the familiar witch looking at him, "Grandma?" (to distinguish from grandma)

The person coming was none other than his grandmother, Wenda Rozier.

"Ahem - wow, I'm so happy to see you!" A smile immediately appeared on his face. "By the way, are you okay?"

"Someone wants to see you." She was wearing a lady's close-fitting windbreaker and a black flat-bottomed round hat with some black lace hanging on the edge. Her noble temperament stood out from the crowd. When she walked over, there was even a faint scent of roses in the air. . "Now, immediately." She said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"But - me." Owen was still hesitating.

Ke Wenda had already turned around and left.

The direction she took was exactly the small door next to the podium.

"Um - so domineering?" He shook his head and looked at Miss Granger beside him with some pity.

He won't look back even if his mother comes - it's a pity that the mother who came is her mother

This should still be respected.

"You're very lucky, Miss Granger," Owen said. "Wait until I have the chance to eat you again!"

After saying that, Owen quickly followed.

Sora left the little witch with a crimson face where she was.

I walked through the side door and walked only a few steps. Owen noticed several strange adult wizards standing in the corridor ahead.

He had seen these wizards at the dance. They stood together with Wenda and said something to each other.

"That's him?" When Owen approached, one of the three people spoke first.

She was a wrinkled, dying old woman, wearing gorgeous clothes, with gemstones and jewelry on her neck and wrists, but the clothes didn't suit her very well, they were baggy, as if she was wearing someone else's clothes.

Maybe it was the clothes of her youth - Owen speculated.

"Yeah." Wenda said calmly, and Owen noticed that she put some distance between herself and the three people.

After that, the four people nodded, then turned and walked towards the spiral staircase.

The old woman said in a dry voice: "Follow me."

The four of them walked in tandem towards the spiral staircase, keeping a certain distance.

"Tap!" The high heels stepped on the marble floor, and the clear sound carried far in the empty corridor.

Although several people did not indicate their identities, Owen could tell from their decent dress and overflowing elegance that they were all members of the Rozier family.

Soon, they arrived at the second floor.

There is another room next to Professor McGonagall's office.

Last year, it had been his grandmother's office.

It seems that after she returned, Professor McGonagall cleaned out the clutter.

Pushing open the oak door, the floor is covered with thick brown carpet, and the walls are covered with blue-black wallpaper, with blue as the background color and black roses embellished on it.

The only stove in the room was blazing with flames.

The crystal lamp above their heads lit automatically the moment they opened the door, and there were several armchairs in the living room.

Wenda took off her black robe, revealing a silky dark green dress. She put her hands on her lower abdomen and hooked her fingers slightly. The teapot on the stove floated lightly, and then the glass cabinet in the corner slowly opened, revealing a delicate porcelain. The teacup also floated and landed in her hand, along with the coffee poured from the teapot.

Owen didn't feel comfortable either. He snapped his fingers and saw the same teapot, the same teacup, and the same coffee.

He even landed on the armchair, like his grandmother.

The right leg was placed on the left leg, the soles of the feet were raised high, the right hand was placed on the armrest, and then the whole body leaned over.

One big and one small, the two of them moved as if copying and pasting. They picked up the coffee and took a sip. Then they both let go of the tea cup and let it float on the table next to the armchair.

"Are you looking for me?" He put his hands together, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stared at the three unfamiliar people with his gray eyes, once again keeping in tune with his grandmother.

Just based on appearance, you will see very intuitively that Owen and his grandmother look almost the same, with the same gray eyes, the same black hair, and the same confident, stern, and lazy temperament. If it weren't for the inheritance his mother left him slowly unfolding, such as Owen's hair mixed with a little silver and his gray eyes embellished with green, they might look more like each other in appearance.

Very good - the old witch did not have any emotional fluctuations because of Owen's rudeness, and she was even a little happy.

At least she could assert that this child was indeed a bloodline of their Rozier family.

"Owen Rozier." The witch also found an armchair and sat down. Different from the lazy posture of the mother-in-law and grandson in front of her, her legs were close together, her waist straight, and her expression was dignified. Although her skin was loose due to her age, Her elegant temperament is still eye-catching, which makes people think that maybe a few decades ago, she was also a beauty who eclipsed the roses. "I just arrived in England." She said calmly.

Owen noticed that her grandmother didn't seem to have any intention of pouring them coffee as well.

"Everything here shocks me, that the Rozier family, active in the UK, could be so stupid and bring themselves so close to destruction."

"It's Sanchez-" Owen looked at her and corrected him.

"Don't say that stupid last name." The witch looked at him sternly. Although her gray eyes were still cloudy, there was still a majestic light shining out.

Then, she changed her tone and said, "You should go back to France instead of staying here, so close to the center of the storm. It won't do you any good."

"But I don't think there is any storm." Owen said lightly. He cast a spell on the teacup to levitate it, took a sip, and continued: "The ants will think that the waves in the stream are deadly storms, but for the petrels fighting in the sea, , it’s just a little ripple, you can’t even notice it without looking carefully.”

"Haha -" the old witch smiled slightly and said with a mocking face, "You are really the same as my sister, and you are as conceited. But most of the time, conceitedness is like a slow poison, and you have already reached the point of death from the poison. , but don’t know it.”

"Okay." She leaned back slightly and raised her head slightly, "I'm not here for you. As far as the family is concerned, we will not recognize your status before you show enough talent. ."

"It's best not to admit it." Owen raised his head lazily, "I still find it troublesome."

The witch snorted, perhaps feeling disgusted with Owen's ignorance, and then she changed the subject to something else, "I heard Wenda say that you found a Muggle girlfriend?"

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Hearing the sound - Owen looked at his grandmother in surprise. At this time, Wenda was holding her coffee and tasting it carefully. She was sitting farthest away from them, with an indifferent expression on her face, not thinking at all. There is no intention to get involved between them.

She must have arrived at Hogwarts tonight, because when he first saw her, her windbreaker was still stained with snowflakes.

And yesterday he saw Grindelwald and Dumbledore discussing something in the corridor, but today his grandfather disappeared. So grandma should be here to replace him.

If she hadn't heard any gossip tonight, she would have seen the connection between him and Miss Granger a year ago.

So sharp!

"She is indeed Muggle-born." Owen said calmly.

"Hmph!" The old woman suddenly snorted heavily, and then her tone suddenly changed and she became hysterical, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"

She said: "One will never marry, the other will marry a Muggle, and now it's your turn?"

"You're actually marrying a mudblood! How many more times will you taint Rozier's noble bloodline!"

She stared, holding the handle of the armchair tightly with both hands, as if she was going to take him back and lock him into the family dungeon in the next second.

"Zhenzhen——" Owen chuckled.

Then he slowly pulled out the wand from his coat pocket.

"I haven't heard that word in years."

The corners of his mouth raised, and he tilted his head to look at his grandmother, "Can you give me a reason not to kill her?"

Owen raised his wrist slightly and pointed the wand at the witch.

"Bold!" Before the adult could speak, the kid was eager to express himself.

Behind the old witch, the man on the left took a step forward. He quickly pulled out his wand and stared at Owen with vicious eyes.

"You are so young and fearless!" Owen said coldly, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

Humph - he has really changed!

Influenced by Miss Granger.

"Avada - Kill for Life" The next second, his wand lit up with a dazzling green light, like the shadow cast by the god of death. Along with countless shrill screams, the magic spell ejected from the man at lightning speed. Wu's cheek brushed past him.

"Shh!" He raised his left hand, stretched out his middle finger, and put it against his mouth. He said coldly, "Adults speak, children don't interrupt!"

"Otherwise -" The next second, the wand in his hand slid quickly and slightly, and a silent cutting spell was cast instantly.

"ah!"

Only one sentence came out of the miserable scream.

The wizard's hand, the fingers holding the wand, had several fingers cut off, but when the pain forced him to scream, his mouth healed slowly like a wound, and finally merged into one.

"Woo-"

"boom!"

He fell to the ground, holding his hand in pain, howling, but unable to make a sound. His eyes were filled with only fear.

"Phew!" However, Owen picked up the coffee and drank it in one gulp, "Okay."

He stood up from the chair, "What I want, no one can stop me. Before choosing to be my enemy, I suggest you weigh yourself first and think about how much you weigh."

Owen smiled slightly: "People always have to pay the price for their ignorance."

"I hope next time we meet, what you have to sacrifice is not your life!"

"etc--"

Owen raised his feet and was about to leave.

But before he even took a step, the old witch beside him shouted.

She didn't have the slightest anger towards Owen's cruelty, and she could even see excitement on her face.

It was as if some rare treasure had been discovered.

"Sit down -" Wenda spoke appropriately. The teapot floated over the table next to Owen's armchair. The spout poured out, and brown coffee flowed into his teacup like a stream.

"She is my cousin." Grandma said. "For you, the most important thing she did was to invite your mother to return to the family. She convinced most of the family wizards at that time——"

"snort."

"When a certain crazy man was chasing his daughter, he provided a safe house for his niece." The old witch said coldly. A trace of hatred flashed through Wen Da's eyes.

"If it weren't for my sister's stupid behavior, maybe my talented niece would lead Rozier to greater glory!"

"Uh." Owen curled his lips and sat down again.

"Very good, this is a very good reason."

Immediately he raised his head and looked at his grandmother and his grandmother's cousin.

The love-hate relationship in your family is so damn complicated.

Although Owen no longer intends to pursue all the crimes of the previous generation, after hearing these hidden messages, he was still shocked by the complicated entanglements between these people.

The old woman who dared to bad-mouth Miss Granger in front of him was probably his dearest aunt in his mother's eyes.

It can only be said that this world is neither black nor white, but a delicate gray.

"What's her name!" the old witch said suddenly. She stared at Owen and said, "I'm curious about the Muggle witch who can be worthy of Rozier."

"Although I will never allow Rosier to marry a Muggle!"

"Hermione Granger!"

"Hermione Granger?" The old witch frowned slightly and softened her tone because she felt funny that she had never heard of this name before.

"Wait a minute -" Before the old woman could speak, behind her, on the right, another wizard, a man who looked to be as big as Sirius, suddenly looked shocked, and his mouth opened wide as if he could fit a fire snake into it. Egg.

"Miss Granger?"

"Is that Miss Granger? The heir of Gryffindor, one of the champions of this competition, the Miss Granger who has been making a lot of noise in the newspapers recently?"

The roaring voice behind him read out all of Hermione's titles in one breath.

Then, the old woman's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

She remembered.

It's that girl!

"You just got access to the Daily Prophet?" Owen said sarcastically.

"This -" the aunt suddenly fell silent.

Her face was turbulent, sometimes excited, sometimes confused, and sometimes looking a little pity. All in all, it was wonderful.

It took more than a minute for her to digest the shocking news.

"Ahem." She coughed lightly, her expression like twisted dough. It took a while before she managed to squeeze out a smile, "It's that lady."

Then, with a slightly urgent tone, he asked, "Is she really a descendant of Godric?"

"If you think it is, then it is, and if it is not, then it is not."

"That's it!" Her decisive voice startled Owen. Well - just now he thought that this old witch would be a mother-like figure to Sirius, but now - you know the current affairs too fast!

No wonder the Rozier family has spread across three continents. This flexible bottom line is definitely an important reason.

All of a sudden, his great aunt no longer felt sore in her waist, her legs no longer ached, her face was no longer gloomy, and she was as happy as a sunflower.

"Is that lady still in the auditorium?"

"exist."

"Can you invite her over? Oh! I, a dying old lady, want to meet her."

"okay!"

The aunt's transformation was so rapid that Owen was caught off guard.

To be honest, he still liked his unruly look just now.

Because then there would be no psychological pressure if he took action.

But now - as the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person, this makes him so embarrassed.

Trapped.

Then, he stood up and walked quickly towards the oak door.

After pushing it away, he quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"He is really full of the spirit of the Dark Lord." In the room, the old witch said mockingly and melancholy.

There's nothing that can be done about it - all three generations of Rozier's children have a close connection with that gentleman, and the most important thing is that they are all infected with the lawless personality of the Dark Lord. This has resulted in the birth of top wizards in the family for three consecutive generations. Didn't bring any benefit at all.

Even Rozier declined.

I have to say that sometimes this world is really darkly humorous.

"It should be said that this is his nature." Wenda said lightly. She moved her fingers to untie the mouth of the poor guy who was struggling on the ground.

Then some kind of dark purple potion floated from the glass display case.

When the potion was pressed against his suspended broken finger, white smoke rose up, and then a lot of white foam emerged from his wound. When the bubbles gradually disappeared, the broken finger had actually healed again.

She wouldn't change her opinion of that little monster - even though she promised Gellert that she would no longer be his enemy, there was something. It's not something that can be changed with just one sentence.

Gradually the room fell into a certain silence.

Silence - nothing could be heard except the wind outside the window.

Wenda should have blessed the wall with some magic, otherwise the noisy music in the auditorium and the singing morning glory in the corridor would definitely be heard.

"Crack!"

It was the sound of a crackling fire. This sudden sound finally gave the silent office a little vitality.

Not long after, there was a knock on the office door.

Owen then returned and pushed the door open with Miss Granger in tow.