I, Hogwarts Second Week

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Well - the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Harry and Ron quickly shut up and prepared to wait and see what would happen.

"Hey! Wait." Seeing that she was about to run away, Owen quickly stopped her.

"This is the Forbidden Forest, full of dangers of death. Have you seen that Acromantula?

Those pair of mouthparts will bite you with a crunch. "The corners of Owen's mouth couldn't stop rising.

"Come on, come on, brother, protect you."

"Haha!" As he said this, he finally couldn't help laughing. Especially when he saw Hermione's angry expression as she wanted to bite him to death but was indifferent, she was so happy that she couldn't stand up straight.

This stunned Harry and Ron on the side.

Who is this guy?

Damn, this is simply not human.

Before, they just thought Irving was a little evil, but now it seems that he is anything but evil, just a pervert in his heart.

However, what should be said should not be said, Owen saved them again.

Harry made a mental note and immediately said, "Owen, thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Owen suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, turned and walked away, and said as he walked: "No, don't misunderstand me, I'm not here to save you, I'm here, eh, by the way, I'm here This is the job."

Taking one step at a time, Owen dragged his less obedient legs to the dry corpse.

unicorn.

Poor life, because it is full of treasures.

Well, it really proves that saying, a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade.

He looked down at this bright figure. Owen raised his wand and cast an exquisite shrinking spell.

Then he put it into the black cloth bag he carried with him.

Then he turned to the three little Gryffindors and said, "This is the reward for saving you! Don't tell anyone, especially you, Miss Granger."

"In your heart, am I that kind of person?" Hermione replied stubbornly.

If it weren't for those eyes that were filled with water vapor and shining brightly, which were so eye-catching, Owen would really believe in her strength.

"That's up to you, Miss Granger. I've heard a lot of bad things about you."

"Call me Hermione," she said. "Did you hear anything bad?"

"Okay, Miss Granger, um - not much, which means you are petty, arrogant, arrogant and so on." Owen braced himself, spread his hands, and spoke in detail.

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The little witch fell into a brief silence.

After a moment he said, "I don't care what they think of me."

"Yeah! Very energetic." Owen gave her a thumbs up.

"By the way, I have something I want you to do for me."

"What?"

"Just a moment! Just carry me back to the castle."

"What?" The little witch was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, three, two, one."

Say it.

Owen fell to the ground.

Very punctual.

"Owen~"

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The sunshine at noon in April shines on the hospital bed in the school hospital through the glass engraved with various wizard paintings.

Outside the window, the chirping of warblers and sparrows sounded like owls celebrating the death of the devil.

But it is obvious that they will soon become extremely happy and miserable.

Because someone had tremblingly struggled to open his eyes.

"Professor?" The dry voice sounded like it had not spoken for five hundred years.

When Owen opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was that Dumbledore was actually eating his jelly beans.

The end of his bed was filled with all kinds of snacks and flowers.

I don't know who gave it to him.

"Oh! You're awake!" The old thief shamelessly continued to open a pack of multi-flavor beans.

He took one out and took a bite, "Yeah! It tastes like red oil."

"Is this a new product? It's really uncommon!"

"Professor~~~" Owen weakly propped up his arms and tried to raise them.

"Don't move." The old principal said, "Although you are not injured, the feeling of depleted magic power is not pleasant."

"It's like running a hundred feet in one breath."

"Professor, I'm not talking about this -" Owen, who had a sore back and toothache, opened his mouth and licked his dry and cracked lips.

"You want to talk to Harry and the others." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Don't worry, he is fine. Madam Pomfrey only spent one night to cure his injury, and he ran to class alive and kicking the next day. ”

"As for Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley. They are just tired and otherwise normal."

"No - cough cough" Owen coughed a few times.

The old principal took over the conversation: "Do you want to know the identity of the mysterious wizard that night?"

"Well -" Dumbledore put another braised bean into his mouth. Behind his semi-circular glasses, there was a different kind of brilliance, "I think you have guessed it, haven't you?"

"Ahem - I guessed it, isn't it Voldemort." Owen swallowed a sip of water, moistened his throat, and said: "Is this what I am, Professor, I want to say, you want to eat my food - yes Pay, one candy and one sickle!”

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His words didn't bother Dumbledore. The old principal's soft face suddenly stiffened, and the chocolate candy in his hand floated on the desk.

About half a second later, he suddenly put down the candy in his hand again.

"You invited me to eat hot pot before -" Dumbledore looked at him and complained like a child.

"Um - Professor, I can treat you, but you can't go whoring every day, and the landlord's family has no food left." Speaking of money, Owen regained some strength in an instant, and continued like a machine gun: "Besides, That's a marketing technique. I'll treat you to late-night snacks for a week first, and then I'll charge you for it when you get used to it. By then, won't this be profitable?"

"Don't say you don't eat, because then, if you don't eat, you will be hungry."

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The old principal couldn't bear to look directly into Owen's bright eyes.

Because what he said is right.

In the last few months, he had hot pot supper every night.

Now I am dragging my old best friend Professor McGonagall to eat with me.

A little fire, a little wine, a little chat.

The affairs that have passed away are all laughed at.

The day before yesterday, just the day before yesterday, the deans of the four major colleges organized a group dinner.

Right in the principal's office.

It was an easy life that I hadn't had in many years.

"Maybe you can give me an advantage." The old principal suddenly changed his voice and said: "After all, I am the principal, so I should have some privileges."

"Oh! No problem, I can buy the new dishes I recently developed for you at a 20% discount." Owen was thinking crazily in his mind.

Uh-huh! Potatoes and potatoes are a new dish, and potatoes and yam eggs are another dish.

What else?

Stir-fried duck with pineapple and steamed lean pork with figs. Let’s try another authentic British dish, the Starry Sky Pie.

knock! He can come up with ten of these dark dishes in a day!

ε=(ο｀*))) Alas, I started to fish, hahahahahahahaha, I am so happy, I can make money again.