I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Okay! That'll be no problem."

First week of June.

Owen forced Hermione to run to Hogsmeade.

He was packing his things in an inconspicuous house on the east side street bordering the old Hogsmeade village.

Most of them were bought for him by Dobby, including tables, chairs, benches, sofas and the like.

There are also wallpapers, chandeliers, and white paint, which are all things used when decorating a room.

"Add more protection here, add a secret door there." Owen directed Hermione, who was holding her wand and carving complex ancient runes on the wall.

Here are the bedrooms on the second floor.

It's the master bedroom.

Ou Wenwen walked to the bathroom and added a secret door behind the cabinet where various bottles of potions were placed.

"Strong and hidden." He carved the runes representing these two meanings on the door, and then took out a huge clock from the pocket on his waist with the hour hand pointing to twelve o'clock.

Hanging on the cabinet.

Then the wand gently tapped the hour hand. Suddenly, the clock emitted a dim light, which slowly merged into the secret door behind the cabinet.

"Okay!" Owen stretched out his hand and knocked on the secret door in front of him. From the naked eye, nothing could be seen at all, and there was no problem with the sound.

Then, he returned to the bedroom and watched Hermione carefully pasting a huge sunflower wallpaper according to the texture of the wall.

She looked very seriously, seemingly unaware that Owen was approaching behind her.

And that's exactly what Irving wants.

In a safe environment, concentrating on decorating their future 'home', this kind of thing can relieve the pressure on her spirit.

Something was wrong with Hermione.

Except for the empty room under the restricted book area. He also went to the bathroom on the third floor.

He went to see it.

There was a mess on the ground in a certain compartment.

The toilet is filled with failed potions.

The compartments were full of various methods and steps for brewing potions. She used a knife blade to carve the words on the wooden doors on both sides.

In addition, the stone wall is covered with parchments containing potions that he left behind.

There was a wooden cabinet nailed to the wall, which contained countless bottles and cans, as well as various leftover magic materials.

The scene was dirty, messy, and scary.

Like the ravings of some kind of heartless person, this suddenly reminded Owen of the prisoners in Azkaban. After being demented for such a period of time, some wizards would exhibit these strange behaviors.

They have to keep themselves busy. They can't stop and let their brains focus on one thing. Only in this way can they temporarily escape from the pain of reality.

Hermione apparently felt the same way.

After all - that potion formula is actually not difficult at all. The original formula was quite difficult, but after his research, all the steps have been quantified. He is precise about when the heat is reached and how many times it should be stirred. The hour hand is still going clockwise.

There's no way Hermione couldn't cook it. If you throw that recipe to Justin, he can cook it all night long.

Then there is only one possibility left.

She made the mistake on purpose.

He looked at the remains of the potions and saw that they were all in the final stages.

So she could only do it on purpose, and of course she might not even realize it.

In the room, Owen stared at Hermione as she stretched out her hand and stroked the wallpaper, carefully checking whether the corners were evenly pasted.

"What's wrong?" He seemed to have finally noticed the sight behind him.

Hermione looked back and saw him.

"Well, enjoy the view," he said.

Then he smiled unconsciously.

Hearing the sound, Miss Granger narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

There was a subtle look of joy in his brown eyes.

A smile fell into Owen's eyes, and then he took out a book from his jacket pocket.

"Miss Hermione Jane Granger, I give you this copy of "Origins, the End of Magic" in the hope that you will be entertained and inspired by the book."

It was a book bound with parchment, very hastily made. It couldn't even be said to be a book, but rather a kind of note.

"What is this?" Hermione asked curiously as she took his manuscript.

"The legacy of the previous generations of successors, the reward of the first test that Brigid gave me."

She quietly opened it and found that it was a thick manuscript with hundreds of pages. It was a very detailed encyclopedia about magic.

It almost covers most of the variations of current magic and its development, such as the example of the lock-picking spell.

After that, there are some long-lost origin magic.

These include the three major mantras for stargazing.

The five major disaster curses are lightning, storm, volcano, earthquake, and tsunami.

When she quickly flipped through more than thirty pages, she suddenly found that they were all blank and had no words.

"I'm a little anxious, so I only wrote this much. I will slowly add more later."

Owen said with a smile.

He stared at Hermione, and she stared at him.

For a moment they were all relieved.

Owen knew her too well, and the best way to ask Hermione to stop her research on dark magic was to find some other magic for her to study.

And Hermione also understood this meaning, and her acceptance of the manuscript meant that she agreed.

"Oh, by the way, let's take a look at this." He stepped forward and took out another clock from his pocket. This one was much smaller than the one he had placed in the bathroom before, only about the size of a palm.

"What is this?" Hermione's gaze shifted to the clock.

"Interesting gadget." Owen responded, and then she watched helplessly as Owen slowly stuffed the small clock into the wall behind her.

Then, in her slightly surprised eyes, strange lines suddenly appeared on the wall, like invisible pens painting on the wall. Then the lines became clearer and clearer, from virtual to solid, and finally a wooden door appeared on the wall. in front of the two of them.

Owen didn't say much and just pushed the wooden door open.

On the other side of the door is the bathroom.

"With this, you can come back here anytime and anywhere." Owen closed the wooden door again. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door in front of him with his wand. The next second, the wooden door changed from solid to virtual, and then the lines became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared, and the clock was spit out again.

"Beyond that, you can move the needles."

"Each number represents a place. There are seven places in total. Haha - it's unreal and real! If someone accidentally picks this up and forces you to tell its secret, you just need to turn the hour hand to the false time and stay for more than In five seconds, it becomes scrap, a measure of self-destruction.

The position here is twelve o'clock. I also left one in the Room of Requirement, it was eleven o'clock. There are still five free positions left, and you can set them when you need the positions later. "

"It's like Mr. Nick Flamel's random door?" Hermione's eyes stopped on the small clock in her hand. Her eyes were filled with surprise and joy. It could be seen that she wanted to dismantle this thing to see what structure it was inside.

"Well -" Owen nodded, "Absolutely, but Nick Flamel's Any Door can go to many places. Judging from his age of more than 600 years, I estimate that the door almost connects the edge of the earth. corner corners.

And this one can only go to seven places. "

"That's awesome." Hermione picked up the clock in her hand like a treasure, "Did you invent this?"

"No - it's Victor's invention. I lent Nick's alchemy product to him for a few days. It's the compass that can be returned to his safe house."

Of course, Owen didn't have time to study this. He was in a coma for three months, remember?

"Why did you give me this?" Hermione suddenly asked. Her voice sounded a little flat, as if she was holding something back.

"Just in case." Owen said bluntly, "Childhood is leaving us, isn't it."

Looking into each other's eyes, he said solemnly, "The development of the world situation has exceeded my expectations."

After three months of slumber, Owen realized that this magical world had nothing to do with the one he remembered.

He knew nothing about it, not even he knew some of the secrets, and he couldn't stay with Hermione all the time. He had to leave a safe house for her.

This safe house must not be in Hogwarts.

That would be too big a goal.

Owen had thought about his house in London before - but when he thought about it, he knew that there were still wizards somewhere. When his house was plagued by bugs, he had asked the Ministry of Magic's Pest Advisory Committee to clean it up.

This is a department within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic.

Specially responsible for helping wizards' residences get rid of the trouble of spotted mangoes and solve the serious disaster of hairy crabs.

The spotted mango is a magical animal that is found all over the world and is good at crawling under floors and behind skirting boards.

It has many eyes and looks like a slightly green fungus. They appear in swarms in homes, feed on dirt, and are capable of damaging entire homes.

Usually the stench from rotting things will attract the appearance of spotted mangosteens. They slowly secrete a substance that corrodes the foundation of a home, causing it to collapse over time.

The main reason is that he can't live in that house for many days a year. If it is left vacant for too long, it will easily attract all kinds of magical creatures. Wizards' houses were like this, so they had to be cleaned frequently, and he couldn't bear to pay Dobby to clean them all day long. After all, he couldn't live there during the ten months of school.

Moreover, there were no wizard families around that place, so it stood out from the crowd, which was not in line with his idea of ​​hiding from the world.

Afterwards, he also considered foreign countries, such as Nick's safe house, and he probably wouldn't mind taking Hermione there to visit.

But that was too far away to know the war situation in Britain in time.

Although she was in a corner, considering Hermione's character, she would never choose to escape.

After thinking about it, Hogsmeade is the most suitable village. It's dark under the lights - right under the nose of Hogwarts, and surrounded by wizards. There are not many wizards who know this residence. The only possible danger is Lu Xiu. Malfoy confided this to the Death Eaters.

But he wasn't afraid of that, because the location of the house that Lucius knew was no longer this one. He had exchanged it with several house owners, and forcibly moved the house not far from the center of the block to this place with the horn.

And after all, this place is next to Hogwarts. Unless the Dead Apostles really launch another war like last year, how could they attack here?

"I thought you expected everything." Hermione looked at him blankly.

"That's what I thought before." Owen didn't intend to hide anything.

The boy threaded his fingers into her hair.

He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled out the hairpin from her side. The messy long hair that had broken free was free.

He didn't like lying, and there was no need to lie to Miss Granger. She was too smart and could guess many things by herself. Instead of doing that, it was better to face the problem sincerely.

"Next, maybe starting from next year, I may be busy, and you will all be busy, Harry, you, or other little wizards. I don't want to say something arrogant because of the risks."

In the trance, Koyatel did not break her promise. She told Owen many secrets about the outer gods.

Otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to save her.

There were some things he had to face, and this time he wasn't dealing with an idiot like Voldemort.

When facing an alien god, all possible outcomes will happen. Owen does not feel that he is superior to others. How can he be better than the previous heirs?

They are all geniuses, and they all have the strength of top wizards when they are seventeen or eighteen years old.

And what about them?

Who is still there?

I might be luckier, but - how long can this good luck last?

In fact, Owen wanted to tell Hermione that if something unexpected happened, he hoped she could live a happy and healthy life.

But when the words came to my lips, I felt that they were really cruel.

What right does he have to ask her to live happily? Doesn't she even have the right to choose?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." Owen changed the topic. He was a little worried about gains and losses.

Lost its former charm.

Like a violent wind dropping its anchor.

The wind slowed down.

It has become, no longer like before.

"Well - there is a saying that goes well, yesterday is a piece of history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today, today is a gift from God, cherish today like a gift."

He looked down at Hermione. Unknowingly, he was already much taller than Hermione. Maybe it was her slow growth caused by malnutrition?

He held her cheek, and then she kissed her inadvertently.

As soon as their lips and teeth touched, all the fear, guilt, and determination collapsed.

Someone broke into his/her door, broke into it, and reached deep into the heart.

The boy hugged her tighter, his hands wrapped around her waist, and the temperature of his lips almost burned her.

And she responded with catharsis.

After a long time, when this possessive kiss traveled along the lips, to the jaw, throat, and collarbone, it stopped.

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Bury tenderness and it will grow a flower called perseverance.

Bury love and it will always sprout again.

The two are still decorating their new house.

From a simple ornament to the overall architectural style of the room.

To be honest, they have absolutely no experience with this.

Decoration requires a certain degree of aesthetic accomplishment, and you can't expect Hogwarts to teach art.

The average wizarding family arranges their things however they want, which is why wizards' houses always look messy.

Only pure-blood ancient families like Malfoy or Black, wizarding families with rich and rich historical heritage, can have their own unique aesthetic concepts in house decoration.

Obviously, neither Owen nor Hermione have such talent.

But they don’t have experience, but some people do!

At the risk of being killed, Irving went to find his dear grandmother. The Rozier family was famous, and her grandmother had received a systematic aristocratic education. She must have understood this, which showed from the way she dressed. inferred.

Elegant, noble, and cool, she has almost become synonymous with these words.

Don't think Owen doesn't know that there are many people in this castle and Hogsmeade who want to be his grandfather.

To Owen's surprise, after he told Wenda his thoughts, although her grandmother was still cold and didn't like him, she did not directly drive him out of the office, but returned to her own room. bedroom, then took out a book and gave it to him before driving him out of the office.

Owen was very confused while holding the book, but he understood it after flipping through a few pages.

This is a magazine - to be precise, this is a magic magazine from more than fifty years ago. The content is about introducing various castle buildings in Europe. It is the kind of lady who would often read about the towers, castles, and buildings she admired when she was idle and bored. Princess magazines.

But the difference is that this magazine contains a lot of fine print, including comments on the styles of some castles and suggestions for renovation.

Okay – this magazine is heavy.

Someone has poured too much emotion into it. She may have also longed for such a castle, which is a home, not a war fortress.

Owen fully adhered to her grandmother's architectural aesthetic - after all, he and Hermione had no aesthetics at all.

The house is decorated in a restrained and elegant manner. It does not seem so magnificent at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that everything is very valuable. The gilded armchairs are wrapped in leather, with only the gold handles exposed, and the glass display cabinets. There are all kinds of porcelain and perfume jars from the Egyptian era (a Christmas gift from Justin), as well as some medieval swords, pendants, tiaras, etc., in short, they are all antiques.

The room is covered with thick, fluffy carpets, brown with various complicated patterns. They are not the fur of some kind of animal, but a kind of magic and ruthless work.

Compared with animal fur, this kind of carpet is cheaper, warmer, and easy to clean. Miss Granger had replaced it on purpose, and it wasn't a matter of money - she just didn't want to step on a corpse.

In addition, Owen also built a basement where he stored a large amount of magic materials. He stored everything he could buy in it. For example, he prepared a lot of ingredients for polyjuice potion in case of emergencies. need.

In short, it took the two of them two weeks to decorate the third floor of the house. They didn't need the rooms above now, so they just put them away for later.