I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I am, sophomore Owen Sanchez."

"I'm here to remind you."

The dark lace-up man has full aura.

Owen glanced at the clear and stupid freshmen and said: "We seniors are your best-big brothers!!!"

"If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask us and we will tell you kindly."

"Now please introduce yourself. Everyone introduces their original school and name. Starting from you!" He pointed to the wizard on the far right.

"I -" The little wizard who was named stood up in confusion, and then whispered shyly: "I am from England, Greater Manchester County, and my name is Domingo Myers."

"It's not exciting!" Justin, who was finally able to shine for once, shouted with all his strength: "I can't hear you."

"Again!"

"You can't hear me at all! Say it again!"

"I can't hear you! If you do it all over again, you still want to be in Hufflepuff when you speak so quietly!!" Owen followed.

"I - I'm from Greater Manchester County, and my name is Domingo Myers." The little guy, who had never seen anything like this before, quickly stood up straight, raised his head, and roared until he blushed.

"Okay! Very energetic! Next one!" Owen nodded approvingly, and then glanced at the next witch.

"My name is Kallen Cabrera and I'm from Ireland."

"Can't hear you clearly!"

"Can't hear it, the sound is too low!"

"Do it again!!!" All around, the senior students who were caught up in the drama roared in unison.

Their expressions were excited, and their eyes flashed with the green light of people having fun.

They figured out Owen's little routine in a second.

It is conceivable that in the near future, this fun will be combined with Hufflepuff's new tradition and be passed down forever.

"I" the little girl was so frightened by everyone that she almost burst into tears.

But the inexplicable campus violence made her afraid to reply. She could only shout loudly with a trembling voice: "My name is Kallen Cabrera, from Ireland."

"Okay! Next one!"

Owen shouted, and Kallen Cabrera hurriedly sat down.

And the joy of their senior year has just begun.

Hufflepuff has always been a place where freshmen gather.

The fun lasted until lunch time.

Except for the freshmen.

Every Hufflepuff had a smile on their face.

Until Professor Sprout heard the news and came

Then

Owen happily mentioned his first detention in second grade and the penalty of one point deducted from all the senior wizards present.

Alas - another detention, no intention at all.

Owen pouted, like a hero, and waved to greet the other big brothers when Professor Sprout wasn't paying attention.

My buddy is going to have tea in the greenhouse.

Hey - those magical plants are each worth a lot of money, and Professor Sprout is easy to talk to, so it's totally fine for him to just drop in a few.

Thinking about it this way, this is punishment!

The goods have been properly purchased.

There are many mandrake seedlings growing in Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

Remember last semester?

The only mature mandrake that the professor brought all this way had been turned into ashes under Voldemort's spell.

After the incident, Professor Sprout lost his temper and said he must find the grass thief.

Unfortunately, the entire Hufflepuff team helped in the search for a week, but no suspicious person was found.

Because the professor ruled out the most suspicious ones from the beginning.

In Professor Sprout's exact words: "Although Owen is a naughty and mischievous child, I believe he will never steal anything. He is not that kind of person."

The inexplicable trust really moved Owen.

Then

He returned half of the fourteen herbs he had stolen last semester.

Woo hoo - I'm so emotional, I won't say anything anymore, I'm going to cry for a while first.

"Remember to go back and write an observation diary about Bai Xian, six inches." After finishing the greenhouse farming trip, before leaving, Professor Sprout looked at Lele with a cold face, jumping up and down as if he was liberated. Owen said.

"Ah! Six inches!"

"Seven inches!"

"Oh! I mean, no problem Professor, I'll hand it in next week."

"The day after tomorrow!" Professor Sprout continued to say with a straight face.

"The day after tomorrow. I don't have time! I have to go back and write my fantasy novel." Owen mumbled and his eyes widened, a pair of shining gray eyes reflecting the figure of Professor Sprout.

He tried to be cute and get away with it.

"Tomorrow!" the professor said forcefully.

"(ˉ▽￣~)Tch~~" Seeing that he couldn't get any benefits, he had no choice but to pout and run away.

"This kid." After the figure of a certain kid disappeared into the greenhouse, Professor Sprout's face stretched out into a smile again.

Although the child has a bad personality, he is extremely talented.

It can be said that he is the best student she has ever taught. Maybe in the future, she can also train a student who can change the magical world.

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Professor Sprout over there dreams of his students changing the world.

The students here, Owen are creating a new world with their hands.

——November 3, 1950.

——Today, the great devil Grindelwald has another henchman.

——It’s a witch named Mona Prout, who is good at biting cabbage and herbal medicine. I had a duel with her today, but my magic (acting cute) didn’t work at all, and her monster bit me hard on the knee. .

I dragged my body back to the common room alone.

——I dare not go to the campus hospital. I heard that the head nurse of Hogwarts, Bea Frey, is also from Grindelwald. They often secretly remove the livers of young wizards to experiment with some evil and heinous things. of magic.

I don’t want to wake up without a kidney.

——I want to transfer to another school, but I heard that other magic schools in Europe are more cruel than Hogwarts. I want to drop out of school, but——where can I go? Hogwarts is already the only pure land in the world, and the outside world may be a hundred times crueler than here.

I have nowhere to go.

The Order of the Phoenix doesn't want me either, they think I'm too weak.

what can I do?

What else can I do!

I want to die in a world like this! ! !

Just write it.

Owen brought the chicken blood that he had prepared, pretended to be sad and angry, and stuffed it all into his notebook in one go.

Cut your wrist! This is an imitation of wrist cutting.

Qiuqiu is the great savior. Senior Tom, please give me some reaction!

Meimen!

Maybe God really heard his call.

Maybe Merlin just couldn't bear it, this snake-skinned boy was ruining his reputation.

In short, Owen's writing in the past two months finally began to change.

They became lighter and lighter, and almost all the words disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then, a clearly audible sentence appeared on the title page of the diary.

"Hello, Vincent."

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle."