I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 34: Excess - Before Christmas (please follow up)

"boom!!!"

The sound of the twelve-foot monster falling to the ground was deafening.

But whether it's Harry, Hermione, or Hannah.

None of them were attracted by the sound.

Their eyes never stayed on the giant monster for even a second.

All eyes were on Owen.

It was like they were meeting each other for the first time.

They looked at the man's lazy expression, his arms folded, his indifferent standing posture, and the madness flashing in the corners of his eyes.

It turns out that everything he said was true.

Hermione shuddered violently.

She thought of the jokes Owen had made with her during their laughs.

Those words that made her angry, those words that she originally thought were just someone's bad jokes.

It's all true! ! !

Killing Curse, this was the first time she had seen the Killing Curse!

He really knows how to use the killing curse.

The huge terror caused by the sudden disappearance of life made her couldn't help but grab Harry's hand and take a step back.

And Harry.

He reacted even more than Hermione did.

Because just as death passed over his head, he seemed to vaguely hear a woman's scream.

That voice was so sharp and made him feel uneasy.

Irving was the only one present, and he had no reaction from beginning to end.

It's like doing something extremely trivial.

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What follows is a sequence common in movies.

Irving's side had just finished when a group of professors arrived after hearing the news.

The coincidence made him seriously suspect that Dumbledore was watching not far away.

Among the crowd, Owen also spotted Professor Quirrell.

He still acted submissively, standing with Snape, looking at the troll on the ground with fear in his eyes.

She looked like a frightened girl.

Hey Hey hey! Still pretending! Professor Quirrell.

Owen curled his lips, even a blind man could detect your crazy self-destruction.

And Dumbledore has been indifferent. Haven't you considered that there is something wrong with your own method?

You know, regarding the levels where the Philosopher's Stone is stored, each level is in charge of a certain professor, and Quirrell happened to be in charge of the troll level (the movie was not filmed, but it was in the original book.)

But now the troll appears here.

This is not a hint, this is simply riding on Dumbledore's head and shouting that I am a Death Eater! I'm a Death Eater!

Catch me quickly! Catch me!

Owen could understand his thoughts. He was parasitized by Voldemort and his every move was monitored by others, even if he regretted it now and wanted to report it.

There is no way he would run up to the old principal and say, "Your Tom is on my head."

It's a pity that the two people who are not on the same signal are destined to miss this hard-won fate.

"They need to rest." She was wearing a gorgeous purple robe, silver-white, and her waist-length hair could be stuffed into her belt.

Dumbledore's sonorous voice immediately attracted everyone.

Behind the half-moon glasses, eyes shining with human brilliance scanned the entire bathroom, and finally their eyes rested on Owen. "The other little wizards will be brought back by the deans of each college. Professor Quirrell, the aftermath of this giant monster." Leave it to you."

"No - no problem, sir." Quirrell said still in his no-nonsense tone.

The moment he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

A trace of irresolvable sadness flashed in his eyes.

If Dumbledore invited him to the principal's office for tea at this time, he would jump with joy.

But why!

He has obviously been exposed to this extent, but Dumbledore is still waiting and watching?

And someone who was about to drink tea was still staring at Quirrell's expression. Until a loud voice sounded in his ears.

"Owen, come with me."

The old principal patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Under the attention of several professors, Owen turned around and followed him. (Professor Quirrell! No - my Professor Quirrell. Ah~~~the fun is gone.)

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No one knows what Owen and Dumbledore discussed that night.

The only thing Justin knew was that he came back very late, but he slept comfortably.

After the second day, it seemed like nothing had changed. Irving was still the same, but he would disappear for a period of time every night.

The end of the Halloween holiday.

The old principal specially gave extra points to all the little wizards who participated in the battle to annihilate the trolls at the dinner party the day before classes started.

Hermione, Harry, Hannah, Justin, even Ron who was offline from the beginning.

Ten points were added to each.

Only Owen is missing.

In this regard, although a certain dark leader expressed strong protest.

But it didn't work.

Dumbledore said to him: Although your behavior deserves points, the spell you used is not worthy of encouragement.

Therefore, merits and demerits are offset, and no points are added or deducted.

Then I took him and gave him ideological education classes for more than two weeks, every afternoon!

Until the time comes to mid-December.

Christmas Eve.

Poor Owen even missed the Savior's first Quidditch match because he was punished by copying books in the headmaster's office.

All day long!

Everyone is copying books!

Owen seriously suspected that Dumbledore just didn't want to pay for the printing of some magic books in the library, so he let himself write it here for free!

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One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream and found that the surroundings were covered with several feet of snow and the lake was covered with hard ice.

The Weasley twins were punished again, along with Owen.

They enchanted some snowballs so that they chased Quirrell around and hit him on the back of his turban.

Of course, the two Weasley guys didn't know that the peak of their lives was just now.

And Owen, him?

He is a pure fun-loving person, and wherever there is fun, he is there.

Teasing Voldemort was something you couldn't miss.

These days, everyone is eagerly looking forward to the holidays.

Although fires burned brightly in the Hufflepuff common room and Great Hall, the drafty corridors became bitingly cold, and the classroom windows rattled in the biting wind.

In the early morning, Hagrid ran to Hufflepuff House early in the morning.

Dean Pomona Sprout's office.

The wizard with giant blood shouted in a rough voice: "There are a few more owls missing in the school, a few more missing!"

"It must be that evil little Death Eater!".Wait.

In short, Hagrid pestered Professor Sprout for a long time, but in the end it ended angrily because he couldn't produce any evidence.

Before leaving, Hagrid put down his harsh words, "I will definitely catch that kid, definitely!"

Looking at Hagrid's gradually leaving figure, Dean Sprout finally made up his mind.

Prepare to seriously deal with a certain college rat.

In this way, Owen, who had to go to the principal's office every afternoon to take ideological and moral classes, liked to propose the confinement package in Dean Sprout's office in the evening.

The days passed.

In the days leading up to Christmas, Owen's days suddenly became regular.

Get up every morning, wash up, go to Professor Sprout's office and report in the greenhouse. After spending the morning with the dean, go to the castle for class.

At noon, I went to the greenhouse to report, had lunch with the professor, and learned some herbal medicine knowledge along the way. Then I went to class in the afternoon, drank tea in the principal's office before dinner, and digested food in the greenhouse after the meal.

Very regular.

This day by day, Owen has a strong illusion of retirement.

I unexpectedly fished for a while in the afternoon. I could fish, but not much. Thanks (ω) for giving me good luck.

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I felt like there was nothing to write about Quidditch, so I just skipped it. Anyway, I didn’t have this section in my outline. There is no word count.

By the way, Christmas is here, what gift do you think grandpa will give to his grandson?