I, Hogwarts Second Week

The original version of the novel.

One of the abandoned cases.

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Mr. Owen Sanchez is a time traveler.

It's no secret, the whole of Hogwarts knows it.

Every once in a while, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world disappears for a while with his favorite student Owen.

Then it would appear again out of nowhere on a warm afternoon.

After going back and forth like this several times, the professors were not blind and naturally noticed something strange.

However, Principal Dumbledore, who was cornered by a group of professors, had no intention of hiding anything and directly told his legendary adventure story in another world vividly.

Of course, this has a lot to do with the sudden increase in strange creatures that cannot be concealed around Hogwarts.

For example: in front of the gate of Hogwarts, the new gatekeeper is three meters tall, riding a tall horse and wearing golden armor!

Ashes Puppet·Tree Guard!

oh! Now naturally we can no longer call them Big Tree Guards, but should be called Hogwarts Castle Guards.

This is one of the trophies that Old Bee brought back from the border zone

From that epic world called the Ring of Elden!

To be honest, Owen was not mentally prepared at all for unexpectedly bringing Dumbledore across the border.

When he first set foot on the green plain, behind him was the towering King's Chapel, and in front of him, the towering giant trees that covered the sun and emitted golden light reminded Owen all the time of the name of this world. , everything is too late.

Of course, this doesn't come without its own benefits, as fighting Dumbledore in the Junction feels like having a happy friend teaming up with you the entire time.

The old headmaster held the elder wand in one hand and the great sword of Gryffindor in the other, as if he was possessed by Gandalf, making him invincible in all directions.

The excitement was even greater than that of Irving who traveled twice.

He seemed to have returned to the summer when he was abducted by an unscrupulous boy in his green years, and the adventure of chatting seemed to be just around the corner.

On the contrary, our main character Owen seems to be on a trip. He did nothing on the way to open up wasteland, but his legs were sore.

Good guy, it’s all mountainous! It's a long way to go.

Do you think anyone can be like Dumbledore, a hundred-year-old man who can go up and down mountains and chop melons and vegetables, rain or shine, and not have any soreness in the back or legs?

The adventure with the principal was definitely the worst thing that had ever happened to either Owen.

Along the way, the most he could hear from Old Dengtou was just a few words.

"Oh! This magic is really wonderful. You can try teaching it to the little wizards, or take it back to Hogwarts to study it."

"Well, a magical magic technology that summons the souls of the dead to help? Although it is a bit evil, it is indeed of great research value and can be taken back to Hogwarts for study."

"Oh? Prayer magic, prayer, is it the Muggle kind of prayer? Well, take it back to Hogwarts and study it."

"What is this? A giant monster? It's so strange that they don't even have internal organs, but they can still move? Wonderful magical animals from another world, take them back to Hogwarts to study them."

"Oh! Is this a wand from another world? Maybe I should take it back to Hogwarts to study it?"

I met a mysterious brown-haired girl on the road.

Facts have proved that anyone can be the fourth natural disaster, and the fourth natural disaster can be anyone.

When Old Dengtou came to the new world, his nature seemed to be liberated. He was curious about everything, wanted to study everything, and wanted to take everything back to Hogwarts.

A whole locust passes through.

A few months after he wreaked havoc on the land, unsurprisingly, rumors about a fallen wizard eating people everywhere began to spread like wildfire in Nimgefu.

The 'simple' civilians in the border area gave him an appropriate title!

White-haired lich!

"My dear Professor Dumbledore, honestly, are you possessed by Grindelwald?"

That night, while visiting the village, Irving was once again chased all over the mountain by several faded men wearing medieval armor. Irving finally couldn't help his suppressed emotions and angrily asked Old Deng the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Huh? Mr. Sanchez, why do you think so?"

"Me? You ask me why?"

Owen, who was filled with anger, didn't care about his identity as a student. He jumped out of a mountain pass with a look of grief and anger. Pointing to a small, bare patch of land in front of him, he said, "You have even pulled out all the grass passing by. I, Qiuqiu, please stop. Hogwarts will be completely disgraced by you."

Hearing the sound, he was wearing a dark black (originally white) leather coat made of the skin of an unknown animal, lined with a noble robe, and an unknown breastplate with little protective effect on his chest. He had a distinguished character with great military exploits. Lanffindor's sword was stuck in the ground at hand, a sheepskin scroll was opened in his left hand, and he was writing and scribbling with a quill in his right hand. Dumbledore, who was sitting on an exposed rock, raised his head and stopped what he was doing. With a shy smile on his face, he said: "Those are herbs that contain magic power. They are of great research value. I think Severus will like them."

"And Mr. Sanchez, no one knows that I am the principal of Hogwarts!" After saying that, the old bee wiped off the dew on his leather clothes and blinked at him "irrepentantly".

Forehead.

Is this fucking Dumbledore? It's definitely not Grindelwald!

Look at his unruly dress and unrepentant words. If it weren't for that face, Owen would still associate him with the respected Professor Dumbledore. He would have thought that Grindelwald had escaped from prison.

Could it be that Grindelwald drank the Polyjuice Potion with Dumbledore's stubble?

Uh. I remember that guy seemed to be a Metamorphmagus. He can transform into anyone without potions!

"Professor!" Someone gritted his teeth and said, "Our supplies have been used up."

"Huh? So fast?" The old headmaster's blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses exuded a suspicious light.

He remembered that he brought more than three months of food this time.

It's only been a month.

"Well, it seems that it's time for us to go back." Looking at Owen's constantly changing stubborn little expression, the old headmaster instantly figured out the reason.

Come to think of it, it seems that the villagers along the way were just afraid of them, and they didn't run away like they saw monsters.

Did this kid share the food with them?

"Mr. Sanchez?" Dumbledore stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand to Owen.

"Got it, got it." Owen glared at the old wizard who had fallen into the White Devil with extreme impatience, and then stretched out his right hand engraved with some inscriptions, greeted him, and shook it.

Then he urged the magic power to activate the inscription, and the next second, the distorted white light suddenly lit up, like a broken light bulb, black and white intertwined and merged with each other.

Soon the two disappeared on the spot.