I, Hogwarts Second Week

Retirement life did not last long.

Because Christmas is coming.

Although he didn't know why a group of wizards wanted to celebrate Christmas, Owen was really grateful that it liberated him.

Morning auditorium.

The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and a dozen towering Christmas trees were erected throughout the room. Some of the trees were hung with shiny icicles, and some were lit with hundreds of candles.

He, Owen, sat alone at Hufflepuff's long table, tasting the cakes carefully made by the elves.

These are time-honored recipes passed down by Ms. Hufflepuff for thousands of years.

1,400 years of history you can hear, 1,400 years of history you can see, and 1,400 years of history you can taste.

Hogwarts 491.

Well, to be honest, if you eat this kind of rose cake too much, you won’t taste anything new. More than 1,400 years have passed, but the taste is still sweet.

In the corridor, many little wizards who had changed into regular clothes were running back and forth. Everyone was talking and laughing in anticipation of the Christmas vacation.

Those popular games in the wizarding world, such as wizard chess, wizard cards, and all kinds of Weasley's annoying gadgets, can be seen everywhere in the days of the professor's tacit approval.

"Bang" A group of Weasley fireworks exploded in front of the door of the auditorium.

Owen heard the sound and went out, only to see in front of the door, the Gryffindor trio and the Slytherin blonde collided.

After swallowing the last bite of the rose cake in his hand, Owen took a bite of the pumpkin pie next to him and turned his head away to watch the show.

It's a pity that the young Slytherin Zaun didn't exert his strength.

It should be said that Malfoy has become much 'better' since he was beaten by Harry and Ron.

The eyes he looked at Harry were so 'lovely' (hatred)

A stubborn little expression of love

snort!

Not interesting.

Owen's handsome little face twisted

The sour smell of love spread throughout the auditorium!

Really, it affects people’s appetite!

Then, he lifted his feet and left the auditorium.

Back in the common room, he played wizard chess with himself all morning, which he prostituted for free from the old principal's professor's office.

During lunch in the auditorium, unexpectedly, I met Dumbledore again.

The old principal smiled and kindly invited (forced) him to sit in the office.

Owen's wandering soul had nowhere to rest, so he simply followed him.

Fast forward a few hours.

It wasn't until nightfall that he returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

Woke up early the next morning.

A new day comes with the death of a great country, silently.

Christmas is slowly approaching, bringing the end of a great era.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Owen noticed something at the foot of his bed.

After opening the bed curtain, he saw clearly that it was a box.

A large wooden box, with the four corners wrapped in metal and riveted.

There are three packages placed on the box.

They have different colors, and they are stained with mud. You can tell that they were given to him by Professor Sprout.

After looking around, sure enough, there was an old book wrapped inside, "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms."

Owen flipped through a few pages and found that they were full of notes. It looked like a textbook from his student days.

The other package was red and brown. When he opened it, he found that it was a box of Braised Beans from Dumbledore.

It also comes with a parchment scroll that says: Young people must be brave enough to try.

Haha - Owen grinned and chuckled, then immediately threw it aside.

The last package, the smallest, was the usual Hufflepuff brown color, and when opened it revealed a small box of homemade fudge given to him by Hannah.

Owen heard her mention it, saying it was the ancestral recipe of the Aibo family.

I took a sip, and um, it was so sweet.

It's a little greasy, but it doesn't hurt. Compared with the sweets that Professor Dumbledore likes, the sweetness is just watery.

Finally - there is the box.

Christmas gifts packed in a box

Hmmmm - that must be valuable, Owen's eyes lit up, he quickly placed the other gift boxes and packages on the bed, and then waved his magic wand.

After a 'click', the box slowly opened.

The rusty box creaked open, and then a cloud of black mist slowly overflowed from inside.

"Wardfa?"

Just when Owen narrowed his eyes, looking like someone was going to be in trouble, he raised his wand, ready to bite the big melon thing in his face at any time.

A little wizard, also wearing pajamas and holding a wand, walked out of the box with a shocked expression.

"This is."

Owen looked at his other self coming out of the box, feeling a little confused for a moment.

What's this?

Who made him a life-size figure?

Just as he was wondering, a piece of paper that looked like it had been burned fell to Owen's feet.

I bent down to pick it up, and saw a series of gorgeous and unusual writing on the paper. The last letter of each word had to be turned into several circles to spell out a sentence in English: "Knickknacks encountered in the forest, as a gift." Here you go, maybe you can use it for a prank or something."

"mischief?"

Owen frowned and continued reading.

"Did Dumbledore drive you out of the castle? Humph! He just didn't allow another voice to exist. He was as tough as before. When I finish my business, I will go back to pick you up. Maybe Durmstrang will It’s your better choice.”

"In addition, I asked someone to bring you something 'fun'. He will go to Hogwarts after spring."

"Finally, I wish you a Merry Christmas."

Okay~ This mouth box turned out to be sent to him by his grandfather.

snort!

I ignored him for several years, and now I suddenly wrote him a letter!

Do you know that the feelings have faded away? The feelings have faded away!

After Owen put away the scraps of paper, he began to look at the "other self" in front of him again.

"This—could it be Big Brother! A replica of a teardrop?"

Owen raised his wand and poked the handsome man in front of him, with short black hair, gray eyes, and a face that looked exactly like his own, as if God (crossed out) Merlin had painstakingly carved it out.

"Woo~"

The other self made an unexplained whine.

Then he turned around and got into the box.

"What the hell? Mimics? Why aren't you attacking?"

"If you don't attack, how can you play a prank? You're just a life-size doll?"

After studying for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the reason.

Not bothering to waste time, he lifted the box to the corner by the window, changed his clothes, washed up, and left the dormitory.

A fire burned in the warm common room.

The morning table is filled with a variety of breakfast items.

Owen found a seat and sat down, preparing to enjoy the rare quiet time.

"Ah~~~~Help!"

However, before he could take the first bite, a scream shattered the precious tranquility.

Owen frowned and walked away after hearing the sound, huh? ——Which direction——It seems to be his room.

"Trolls, there are trolls!"

After working all day, I didn't touch any fish.

I’m so sorry that the update is finished! ! ! ! ! ! !

I've been revising this chapter and the next one but I'm still not satisfied. I'll revise it carefully when I have time.