I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen's guess was absolutely correct.

Although he received a lot of unicorn blood to recover, the injury he suffered last time was still too severe.

Quirrell's small body could no longer support Voldemort, a leech sucking life force.

After a few steps, he began to breathe heavily.

Owen was even worried that he passed directly without taking a breath.

From wizard chess, to flying keys, to the devil's vine.

Everything was so smooth.

They always maintained a safe distance from Quirrell.

But just when Owen was about to raise his wand to open the eyes of the devil's vine above his head.

From above, a boy screamed suddenly.

"No—Hermione!"

Owen didn't wait for a reaction.

With his nerves tense, he focused all his attention on the eighth-level disabled Quirrell. So there's nothing major about devil's ivy at all.

Suddenly, the little witch Hermione fell from the sky and landed on him.

The thigh wrapped in gray stockings flew out with his wand as soon as he touched it.

"ah!"

Hermione screamed.

Then he touched his arm.

Why?

Not injured!

She was feeling lucky when she raised her eyes and met Hannah's big shocked eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"How did you come?"

The two women said in unison.

"Why can't I come? Just because you can go wherever you want?" Miss Hannah stared and said unceremoniously.

It was obvious that she didn't understand the situation, and she was getting into a mood with Hermione at this critical moment of life and death with her lips pouting.

"I-I can go wherever I want whenever I want?" Hermione frowned slightly.

We were obviously good sisters before, why is she so angry today?

Just when he was about to open his mouth to refute. Suddenly, he heard a muffled shout coming from beneath him: "No—you didn't."

"So can you take your legs off my head?"

"Ah! Owen, are you okay?" Hannah, who came back to her senses, hurriedly stepped forward, pushed Hermione away, and then helped Owen up from the ground with stars spinning in front of his eyes.

"I remember it was clearly noon! Why are there so many stars?" Owen's mind went blank after being kicked offline by Hermione.

He was so dizzy that he needed Hannah's support even when he was standing.

At this moment, another one fell down from above.

It's Harry.

Hannah, who had the foresight to do so, quickly pulled Owen away.

"No - Harry~"

A scream came from above.

"Who - who is killing the pig? Is dinner ready? Why didn't you call me?" Owen blinked heavily, unable to see anything clearly in his gray vision.

And - I always feel like something is missing from my hands.

Why?

Where is my magic wand?

"Oh~~~Another acquaintance is here." This was a cold call. Let everyone's attention focus on him.

——Even though he was disabled at the eighth level, Quirrell had already caught up.

Although his legs were trembling, his face was pale, and he was still walking backwards.

However, it was more than enough to catch up with Owen and the others, who had been delayed for a long time.

"Stop trembling and walk faster, you loser." Voldemort yelled angrily.

Quirrell quickly said respectfully and tremblingly: "Master, I -"

"Okay, trash, shut up, now is not the time for you to talk."

"???"

————

"It seems you are at the end of your rope?"

After taking a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart, Voldemort walked slowly over with his normal expression.

Facing so many little wizards, he seemed to want to show off his elegance.

It's a pity that no matter what temperament he has, it doesn't match his ugly face.

Make everything a horror movie.

"Owen~~~" Looking at Voldemort's terrifying face, fear finally defeated Hannah's dissatisfaction with Hermione. Her voice trembled slightly, she grabbed Owen's arm and called softly.

"Don't be afraid-" Owen, who had regained some of his normal brain functions, finally became more awake.

He glanced at Sora's hands.

Face Voldemort.

"You can do it without a wand."

"It's not like I can't cast spells without a wand." He said calmly, and with a slight flick of his head, the broken hair on his forehead immediately returned to his original handsome hairstyle.

"But -" Hannah tugged on Owen's arm, "Harry and the others are here too."

"???"

Hearing the sound, Owen quickly turned around.

As expected, Harry was found stunned beside him. And Hermione, who has weird eyes and a little color on her cheeks.

Oh~ Of course, there are also the sounds of pig slaughtering in my ears.

"No - not afraid!" He swallowed. "Just protect a few more people, you can fight!"

The result was as soon as he finished speaking.

An unlucky guy fell from above his head.

Black hair, wearing a brown bow tie.

Yes, Justin.

Um - Owen's face is a little bit lost.

However, he still held on and glared at Voldemort, not wanting to be at a disadvantage: "It's okay, there are only one, two, three, five, or six people who can - fight."

"But-" Hannah still hesitated.

"It doesn't matter! There are six of us here, and he is only one. Before he kills us, we may not be able to fight back."

"No matter what! The battle strength is one to six! The advantage is mine!"

Owen shouted, trying to boost the morale of the little wizards present.

But just when everyone's expressions improved a little. Suddenly, a voice came from above everyone's heads!

The voice that was still chanting the incantation——

Someone is casting a spell.

"The flames are raging!!!"

Then the devil's net was torn open again.

Like a hen laying eggs, four or five figures fell down with a "plop, plop".

"Forehead--"

Owen's face was as white as snow.

Looking at it, Ron got up from the ground. Neville, Seamus and Malfoy.

have to!

Three of the four major colleges have joined together!

Fortunately, there was no Cho Chang, otherwise, it would have been enough for Dumbledore's Army to establish a capital on the spot!

"Um - brothers and sisters, I just want to ask, has anyone notified the professors?" Owen drooped his head. He looked around without his former glory. Looking at the bewildered people, his heart suddenly dropped!

oh! Gryffindor - this prosperous age is as you wish!

Who the hell are these people?

Not one of the dozen or so people thought of informing the professor?

Am I, Owen, going to die from this today?

Looking at the dazed, reserved, and frightened little wizards, even the corners of Voldemort's mouth twitched.

After so many years, could it be that Gryffindor is the only house left in Hogwarts now?

But it is obvious that the colors of the ties of several students over there are not red.

And there's a green one

——The surrounding air suddenly became subtle.

Seeing that Voldemort's rag face was about to turn over, Owen suddenly stepped forward and yelled: "Huh! How can a man live between heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time!"

"I've long disliked Dumbledore. He's such a big man. He goes whoring for nothing every day! He doesn't even have any shame."

"If you don't give up, I'm willing to work with you to achieve great things!"

Work on Sunday!

The company - there is no one there, no one there.

knock.

So sleepy, Smecta who wants to sleep!