I, Hogwarts Second Week

After a while, but seeing that the text had not yet appeared in the notebook, someone added another sentence.

"Take it away! Senior Tom, may this mediocre life become the cornerstone for you to change the world."

Owen had no idea how much of an impact his passionate and generous words would have on a young man who had just turned sixteen and was still hesitant to commit murder for the first time.

No one ever trusted him as much as Owen's goofy Gryffindor.

In the dark book, in a black mist.

A young and handsome figure stood alone on the endless black abyss.

His pale soul exuded little spots of light.

Like the snow at Hogwarts in winter, it fell into the dark black lake and disappeared.

Not even a ripple of water rippled.

Tom didn't believe Owen, didn't believe a word he wrote.

But his lonely thoughts always forced him to stop thinking.

What if, and I mean if, he really didn't become Voldemort and just continued to be Tom.

If Grindelwald's army really attacks Hogwarts.

If the old man who was wary of him really left.

Will he stand up and fight for Hogwarts, the only bright spot in his memory?

This is a question to which he may never be able to answer.

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Irving didn't reply to his notebook all day long.

Taking advantage of this time, Owen took the time to finish writing the observation diary assigned by Professor Sprout.

Observation diary!

The only thing that stands out is that I made it up.

Anyway, the professor knew that he was making it up, and he also knew that the professor knew that he was making it up.

That is an observation diary!

Write a shitty observation diary in one day.

Don't make it up.

"It's well written!"

The first class in the morning was Professor Sprout’s herbal medicine.

In the greenhouse, the professor is teaching the little wizards to change the soil for the mandrake.

The professor, who was covered in mud, took the time to glance at Owen's essay.

Hmm - the handwriting is neat.

Consider this kid a pass.

As for what exactly Owen wrote.

Postpartum care of sows - that's impossible, but the breeding manual for wild cats is true.

Shilok has been experiencing severe hair loss recently.

The hard hairs on its neck were falling out.

Owen no longer carries it with him.

Just keep it in the bedroom.

And this leads to another interesting thing.

In one breath, he pulled out the mandrake with its claws and teeth, and then quickly stuffed it into another flower pot.

During this process, Irving's eyes quickly passed over his two other roommates, Zachary Smith and Ernie McMillan.

These two have been having fun since the day before yesterday.

Geigei's laughter, even in the middle of the night, brought reality into the dream.

‘Don’t these two idiots mistake Sirocco’s hair for unicorn hair? ’

Owen recalled the blanket made of unicorn fur that was warm in the winter and cool in the summer on his bed.

Another two fools blinded by money.

But Irving didn't want to wake them up, he always wanted to give others some dreams, right?

It's exciting to think about the scene where the two happily saved up cat hair for a semester and walked into the magic materials store. Their dreams were shattered and they lost their lives and money.

hey-hey--

After lunch, Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was next.

There is nothing excessive to ask of Owen, the bad professor who prepared a resignation letter on his first day at work.

Just become his ruthless scoring machine.

Don't make so many mistakes.

However, Mr. Lockhart may not have clearly defined his position.

Although the teaching level of his first class was, in Ron's words: "I avenged the death of Professor Quirrell."

But that was it, he still couldn't lose face and wanted to prove himself crazily.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh, God!"

?

Throw out a believer in God!

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all the tables, chairs and benches have been moved away.

There is an iron cage in the center of the empty classroom.

"boom!"

A huge banging sound came from the cage, and the whole classroom trembled.

The hearts of the little wizards who were watching also trembled.

"Hagrid, that-that can't be it!"

Although the iron cage was covered with a layer of gray cloth, it had already tilted a corner under the impact of the monsters inside.

Harry looked at the terrifying creature with several black furry legs in shock, his voice trembling slightly.

He looked in disbelief at Hagrid, who was comforting the monster in the cage.

"Professor Lockhart begged me to find a magical creature for the little wizard to practice with." Hagrid didn't look too happy. Although his face was covered with beard, it was difficult to see his face, but he could tell from his tone. Lockhart must be up to something.

"Practice?"

"Plea?"

"I'm afraid he doesn't want to kill us!" Ron screamed strangely, because he had already guessed what was in the cage.

An Acromantula!

And it's still an adult, a wild Acromantula the size of a car.

"Harry, he must be looking for you to take revenge!"

Ron's legs were weak and his body was trembling as he hid behind Harry.

"Haha - work hard!" Owen showed a completely different idea from others.

The moment he saw the Acromantula.

Quirrell's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.

This Lockhart doesn't really intend to learn from Quirrell.

Deliberately attracting a monster, and then attracting Dumbledore's attention, demanding that he see himself, it's just that their purposes are slightly different, one wants to live, and the other wants to resign.

The classroom was filled with the whispers of the little wizards.

Until the quarrel, the quarrel between Lockhart fans and normal people, when the ceiling was about to burst, someone was dressed gorgeously, wearing a lace-trimmed tight dueling suit. Lockhart made his belated appearance.

"Bah bang bang!"

He first clapped everyone's attention to himself.

Then he looked around and smiled at the little wizards with an oily and crooked smile.

"About the last lesson." (Professor of Cornish elf slapstick, ending with Hermione.)

"Let me tell you, this is just a test for you guys." He walked down the stairs slowly, talking shameless lies.

"I have to warn you! My duty is to let you know about the most vicious creatures in the wizarding world so that you can be mentally prepared in the future."

"The Cornish elf is just an appetizer." He walked to the iron cage and tapped the railing easily with his wand.

The pretense of being soft-spoken was not maintained for even a second.

The next moment, the Acromantula suddenly impacted, "Bang!" The huge impact sound almost scared him enough to throw out his wand.

For a second, the professional smile even disappeared from his face.

However, after looking at Hagrid, who was as tall as a hill, the worry on his face was well hidden.

This hill-like wizard must be able to protect himself!

Lockhart thought.

Moreover, he also said that the Acromantulas in the forest are all his friends.

So there must be no problem, right?

Right! ! !