I, Hogwarts Second Week

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

A handsome man came from outside.

A handsome man who can make men drool.

Bearded, long hair, bulging muscles, eight-pack abs, and a broad mind.

oh! Oh my gosh - that waistcoat line - so sexy.

The large flowered arm on the right hand has some kind of runic characters vividly tattooed on it.

Based on Owen's interpretation, it should be some kind of text that resists mental charm.

Of course, what Owen cares about is those strong muscles.

I feel like I could kill him with one punch.

He happened to be soaking wet at this point. If you get a steel fork, you can completely cosplay Aquaman.

"Trask! Firewhiskey."

The macho man sat on the counter and waved his hand, and a few silver coins were sprinkled down with ease.

Owen was so envious that he was drooling when he saw it.

He probably won't be able to build that level of muscle in his lifetime.

He is getting further and further away on the wrong path of magic. I am afraid that he has no time to exercise, and he hates sweating even more.

"What? There's nothing harvested today!" The counter owner was a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a leather apron. He raised his hand and a glass of strong wine was delivered to him.

"Damn it - don't mention it." The macho man drank a sip of strong wine and spit out a mouthful of fire. In an instant, his soaked body was evaporated dry.

"The submarine vortex on the other side of the Strait of Messina is getting bigger and faster, and it is already three kilometers wide."

"Those sea monsters are dead. If this continues, half of the island's industry will fall."

"Industry? What industry?" Owen leaned over and, with his longing for a macho man, ordered a glass of strong drink for the handsome man who looked like Neptune.

"Um?"

The two adult wizards were slightly surprised by the young wizard who suddenly squeezed over.

"Trask? Are you so fucking poor that you have already started selling alcohol to underage wizards? I don't think you want to open your kid's tavern, right?" The macho man suddenly stood up. He was really tall. He was over two meters tall. This made him look like a hill. Different from Hagrid's hybrid giant, he didn't have Hagrid's big belly.

"What are you talking about?" Trask took out a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and handed it to the handsome man, "Why should I buy wine for the little wizard? Knock over there, that's his adult."

Trask pointed at Sirius, who was changing glasses among the crowd.

The handsome man also took the time to look back, then saw the glass of lemonade in Owen's hand, and then sat down.

"Don't let me find out. The Ministry of Magic is short of money! Don't touch the wand. When you get fined, don't say I didn't warn you." The handsome man picked up the whole bottle of Firewhiskey and took a sip.

In this way, the shop owner named Trask breathed a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face and he said earnestly, "Of course, of course! I am the most law-abiding person."

Then he inadvertently moved forward a little.

The handsome man may not have noticed, but Owen noticed a weak magic coming from the man's feet.

Probably some Ministry of Magic contraband.

"You haven't said yet, what is Sicily's industry?" Owen continued to ask.

As for the handsome man, after hearing Owen's question, he glanced at him and said, "Kid, don't ask around! Go aside."

"Hey, I'm not young. Besides, since it's Sicily's industry, what can't you say?"

"ha?"

After he finished speaking, there were several sneers in the auditorium.

Everyone stared at Owen as if they were laughing, their eyes flickering up and down.

Then the smile faltered a little.

Listen to the sound.

This is a boy!

grass!

It’s so rare to look like this!

In fact, someone was wearing a robe, pigtails, long silver and black hair, bangs falling from his cheeks, a pair of emerald green eyes, like gems, and a tall nose.

And those lips, Owen completely inherited his grandma's plump lips. Most of the time, when he is not talking, he will deliberately purse his lips and tighten them, but when he opens his mouth, his lips will be exposed, and because of his pursed lips, his lips are always in a tight position. It's in a moist state, so it looks very rosy.

Just this face would sometimes put Miss Granger in a trance, let alone other people who didn't recognize him.

"What an incredible little boy. If those sea monsters find out, tsk tsk——"

Suddenly, a wizard with a wretched face came over. He was wearing a shabby wizard robe, his hair was as greasy as cooking, he smelled of mold, and when he opened his mouth, his breath could kill a mouse, which almost made Owen angry. Take the breath away.

So suffocating.

"A glass of whiskey!" he said.

"Deal!" Owen frowned, then dropped a Silver Siko.

Although Italy does not use currencies such as West Galleons, there is still no problem in circulating them as elf currency.

"Refreshing!" The wizard happily picked up the wine that Trask handed over, drank it down his throat, and then said leisurely, "Speaking of which, the female sirens over the whirlpool like little boys like you the most. . If you fall into their hands, I can't guarantee anything else. You - they will definitely be reluctant to squeeze you dry. They will slowly keep you in a nest on the submarine ridge until the hanging tree falls to the ground. Just every day—hehe!”

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"The island of Sicily is full of charm." The man laughed weirdly and continued, "The sirens are a pleasure that adult wizards who come to the island must experience. If you don't worry about their lower bodies, they will be stained." Damn—that figure.”

"Every year, a large number of sirens come ashore, looking for men of their choice. They will combine with the wizards for one to two weeks, and then return to the sea before winter. This is their method of reproduction. There are no males in this race."

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Gan!

What kind of heaven on earth is this?

Owen showed great interest in this, of course, he was not doing it for sex!

His purpose is purely for scientific research. You must know that any magical creature that can be combined with a wizard will definitely have a hybrid offspring.

And from what the wizard in front of me said, it seemed that the descendants of the Siren Siren would definitely be Siren Sirens, not witches with Siren Siren bloodline.

This is interesting. Strange races naturally make people interested in research.

If only I could catch ten or eight of them and keep them in the black lake at Hogwarts.

Ahem—scientific research! Pure scientific research!

That will definitely greatly increase the school’s enrollment rate.

Ha ha!

"There are not so many Siren Sirens now." At this time, the handsome man suddenly spoke. He said, "I don't know what happened this year. The Siren Sirens seem to have moved. Maybe they were affected by the seabed. The influence of the whirlpool. I wandered around the bottom of the sea for more than a month, and I didn’t encounter one."

"The Ministry of Magic has a headache. They will lose more than half of the income from admission tickets."

"Tickets?" Owen opened his round green eyes, activated his cuteness skills, and continued to inquire.

"The Italian Ministry of Magic has set up a special protected area here to protect the Kraken, and operates a cruise ship specifically to visit the Kraken." Sportsman said.

"6!" Owen gave a thumbs up, but then turned around and thought, this is indeed a great idea to make a fortune!

The three major human desires are appetite, sleep, and sex.

If you run it well, it will definitely be a big deal that will make you rich for a long time!

"It's a pity that there will be no more Sirens this year, or even in the future." The handsome man sighed.

And Owen instantly understood why it was such a powerful man who was looking for the Sirens on the bottom of the sea. Isn't this an inappropriate beauty trick?

"What's going on with that underwater vortex? Did it suddenly start to expand this year?"

Owen wanted to know more.

“It’s really only this year that we started expanding.”

"What about the obelisk in the vortex? I saw from the newspaper that there is an obelisk in the center of the vortex."

"Then you should watch carefully." The handsome man said calmly. Although his face was already rosy, he still looked stable.

"The Ministry of Magic sent a large number of curse breakers and ancient history experts there. From the translation of the runes on the obelisk wall, we can know that it was built by wizards about two thousand years ago. In addition, Nothing more has been discovered.”

He continued to take a sip of wine, looking like he was not in a very good mood.

What he said was not a secret.

The tower was in the center of the vortex, and anyone could get through it. This was the only research the Ministry of Magic had on it. Everyone in the Ministry knew it, so he had no scruples and said it casually.

But when these words came into Owen's ears, he felt huge waves in his heart.

The time is right.

All Divine Grant Towers were built more than two thousand years ago.

Is that really a divinely ordained tower?

"About that obelisk" Owen still wanted to know some details. He had already planned to go there and take a look after the giant incident was over.

It's a pity that he hasn't finished speaking yet.

A cold and majestic voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Owen!"

It's Sirius!

He walked over with a cold face.

What is this brat talking about?

How big! I just want to do this kind of thing.

Moreover - any fool could tell that the man in front of him was definitely an Auror from the Italian Ministry of Magic.

Asking about this kind of thing in front of an Auror, you really feel like you can't be exposed, right?

He walked over. He lifted up the collar on the back of Owen's head and left the tavern with it.

"Hey hey - what are you doing?"

"About that siren, I am doing it entirely for scientific research and for Hogwarts. If you think so dirty yourself, don't think others are dirty."

Owen struggled and denounced the dog godfather’s inner darkness!

"Haha." Sirius didn't want to say a word. He led him to look around and turned into a deserted corridor, and then directly apparated away from here.

In the tent, Owen was locked in his room.

Except for Madame Maxime, among these three people, which one of the other two doesn't know him?

Hagrid had something to say. This guy had a blast with all the magical animals near the castle.

After he heard about the Siren Siren from Sirius, he immediately concluded that this kid would definitely sneak out to find this creature.

By then, the trouble it will cause may be no less than the maelstrom on the other side of the strait.

Stirring up trouble is his strength.

For this reason, in the next few days, none of the adult wizards allowed Owen to leave the tent.

He was imprisoned again.

Sirius and the others were busy inquiring about the giant's whereabouts.

Originally, Owen planned to continue making videos with Miss Granger - but he soon gave up this idea.

Everyone should have their own space, and he has been playing for three days.

So——he decided to write a letter to Hermione in his spare time while analyzing the spell.

Words are always more beautiful than language.

The rustling sound of the quill rubbing against the parchment can give people countless reveries.

Think about it, how many wonderful poems were borrowed from mortal hands and flowed onto the paper with such sounds.

How many souls are imprisoned, bursting out with colorful luster.

Therefore, he also pretended to start writing.

Then - except for a pile of waste paper.

He gained nothing.

Maybe he could pick up a few lines from Shakespeare's love poems, but if he was asked to write a letter by himself, his mind would still be blank.

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On the third day, it was early in the morning.

Owen was lifted out of his sleep by Sirius.

Then, in a daze, he seemed to see someone tearing down his tent.

Then, another person gave him a backpack and drove him towards a certain mountain in the distance.

Have you ever encountered a situation where you were walking on the road absent-mindedly, your consciousness was dropping, and when you looked back, you found that you suddenly arrived at your destination, with no memory of the process at all.

Yes, that's how Irving feels right now.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was standing on a ridge.

In the distance, there are endless mountains. The snow is capped, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the thick clouds and fog make the surroundings feel like a fairyland.

"Huh? I'm not in bed with"

"What the hell, where are you going?"

Owen, who suddenly came back to his senses, tightened his clothes, his blue eyes full of confusion.

Hearing the sound, Sirius rolled his eyes at him.

It's been almost two hours, and you just came back to your senses?

"Go to the gathering place of giants." Hagrid said loudly. He was so tall that Owen just glanced back, then stopped silently, and then walked with him, um, to block the wind.

"A gathering place for giants?"

"Are you kidding me, or am I blind."

In the distance, black smoke billows, the earth is red, and flowing lava decorates the top of the mountain, which looks like the gate to hell.

That's the active volcano Etna.

Located on the east coast of Sicily, Italy, with an altitude of 3,330 meters, it is the highest active volcano in Europe.

It is also one of the most active volcanoes in the world. It is in a state of eruption all year round, and there is always lava spewing out from both sides or from the top of the mountain.

Although Owen doesn't know how long this eruption cycle is, it is still erupting now!

"Hmph -" Sirius, who was walking at the front, snorted, and then continued, "You will know later."

Afterwards, he stopped talking and continued walking towards the volcano.

"Tch-" Owen didn't say anything, he lowered his head and walked forward.

The scenery on the top of the mountain was magnificent. After about an hour, they arrived at the edge of the volcano.

Then the speed continued unabated until all the white snow disappeared, the ground was covered with obsidian, and the hot temperature in the air burned the skin more and more.

They didn't stop until it seemed as if the lava on the lakeside was right in front of them.

"Gudu Gudu"

It was like a soup.

"Do you know what we are going to do next?" Sirius suddenly looked at him mysteriously, as if he wanted to see him embarrassed.

"Death for love?"

Owen glanced at the lava in front of him. The magic power that was about to come out was almost overflowing.

Of course he had guessed something. But this does not prevent Owen from choking on the dog godfather.

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The corner of Sirius's mouth twitched, this kid is really not easy to tease.

Terribly sensitive to magic.

Now that Owen has guessed it.

Sirius didn't hide it anymore, he jumped straight into the crater.

Then Hagrid, Owen, and Madam Maxim also jumped down.

The hot lava swallowed them up in an instant, and immediately afterwards, the burning sensation did not come, but a kind of coldness.

In front of Owen's eyes, it was as if the world was hanging upside down.

The world suddenly turned around like an hourglass.

They seemed to be falling.

But just after truly feeling the flow of the surrounding air, it seemed to be rising again.

After a few seconds, the feeling of rising became clearer and clearer. They were indeed rising.

Suddenly Owen seemed to dive into the water.

The sudden water pressure slapped him directly in the face.

Several people relaxed, and the feeling of being trapped disappeared.

In the water, they looked at each other and then began to swim toward the surface.

Half a minute later, Owen was the first to jump out of the water.

"Huh!" He spat out a mouthful of cold lake water, his eyes full of surprise.

"What a big deal! Can you still do this?"

It turns out that the entire volcano is in a mirror image.

There is no active Etna volcano, nor is there any volcano that spits lava all day long.

This is a little trick of wizards, they create a huge illusion!

The top of the mountain is actually a lake. As long as a person jumps into the false lava, the world will be suspended upside down and come to the real reality.

"Magic is amazing." He sighed.

Although Owen could sense the violent magic fluctuations around him, he didn't know what kind of situation was in front of him or what kind of spell it was.

"It's pretty good." Sirius said without interest, as if he was accustomed to the world.

Although a flash of shock flashed in the corner of Mrs. Maxim's eyes, her overall expression was still so steady.

As for Hagrid, his expression was even more exaggerated than Owen's.

Who would have thought that the Italian Ministry of Magic would come up with such a big deal.

Yes, this is obviously the work of the Ministry of Magic.

Ordinary wizards, unless they have the strength of Dumbledore, would not have the strength to cover an entire mountain or even support an entire mountain range.

The high temperature emitted by the sodium solution is real, otherwise the image alone would be exposed casually.

The four of them, Owen, swam out of the water.

There is a small island in the center of the lake.

After casting a spell to dry his body, Owen raised his head and looked at the huge vines in front of him that seemed to connect to heaven.

Yes – vines.

On the small island in the center of the lake, there is a thick vine that is as thick as seven or eight ancient trees in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest.

The bright green vines stretch out huge leaves, and it feels like you can build a house on the leaves.

Obviously, this vine should be some kind of ladder.

But not for wizards.

"This? What kind of magical plant is this?"

"This is not a plant."