I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 9 Avada! Guaranteed bright meat quality! (Please read~~~)

Early Saturday morning.

Owen was woken up by Hufflepuff's prefect.

The Hufflepuff common room is located in the underground building of the castle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The design style of the basement follows the characteristics of the college itself, with the main colors being yellow and black.

Although it's in the basement, that's relative.

Because the high ground where Hogwarts Castle is located is not smooth.

So their lounge has a side of the sun that can shine.

The Slytherins who live in the dungeon are truly miserable. They don't get a trace of sunlight all year round, and they are next to the Black Lake.

The seams in Owen's bones hurt just thinking about it.

Fortunately, the second week didn't start with Slytherin.

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The bed in the dormitory is also very different from Slytherin's.

It looks like a big pumpkin, with tree trunks standing at the four corners. Grapevines are entangled with each other on the trunk, woven into a green bed curtain.

The gaps between the leaves are dotted with flowers of various colors.

This is of course not a plant, but made of a magical material.

It retains the artistic conception of the plant, but radiates warmth.

"Huh? Do you have my letter?"

Owen, who was sitting on the bed, looked up and saw a message hanging on the bed curtain decorated with flowers.

It was not a normal letter because there was no envelope.

It was just a simple piece of parchment inserted on his bed curtain.

"It's time for Owen to go."

The moment he took off the letter, Justin's cry came to his ears.

"Yes, right away." He didn't have time to check, so he stuffed the creed into the pocket of his coat on the bed.

Then with a wave of his hand, the grapevine stretched its body and slowly crawled away.

Suddenly a ray of morning sun shone down.

Sparkling.

After a brief wash, Owen went to his dormitory and the young wizards crawled through a barrel and arrived at the Hufflepuff common room.

In the lounge - warm and abundant sunlight pours in from the round window.

Greenery hangs from the low ceiling.

A pumpkin-shaped table was placed in the center of the room.

The delicious soft snacks and sweet tea never cease.

The warm aroma of food filled the entire lounge.

No other Hufflepuff would dare to promise, but her students would never go hungry.

"Owen, sit over there."

There were armchairs in a circle, and Prefect Truman was sitting among them. He said pointing in Justin's direction.

"This is just a simple freshman party. Please relax, everyone."

After everyone was seated, Truman stood up and began to introduce: "This is a Hufflepuff tradition. There will be a freshman party in the first week of the new semester. Everyone introduces themselves to each other, such as skilled spells and trouble-making spells. Let’s do some calculations and improve mutual understanding. You can also tell us about the problems you encountered at Hogwarts over the past week, and I will give you the correct guidance.”

Um! This is so Hufflepuff!

Owen shrugged, then picked up a piece of licorice pumpkin pie from the table nearby and took a bite.

It's Hufflepuff therapy time.

Hmm, I like speech therapy the most.

After the prefect Truman took his seat, the little wizards gradually relaxed and began to introduce themselves one by one.

From family, to interesting stories about magical explosions when I was a child, to a few little evil spells I have mastered.

Everyone talked incessantly, and slowly an indescribable warm atmosphere spread.

Owen was finishing his breakfast while listening.

A sudden and surprising discovery.

It turns out there are quite a few pure-blood wizards in Hufflepuff!

The pure blood he refers to here is the kind of family where both parents are wizards, rather than blood.

Most of their parents are in the middle or lower ranks of the Ministry of Magic or other international wizarding organizations.

It can be said that the battle between Slytherin and Gryffindor is about the upper level of the wizarding world, and the majority of the British wizarding world is actually Hufflepuff.

This is the real crowd!

No wonder Slytherin lost in the end, because Hufflepuff, representing the majority, sided with Gryffindor.

Voldemort is unpopular!

The brief introduction lasted for half an hour.

After Justin introduced his Muggle family, it was finally Owen's turn.

"It's time for Irving." Truman deliberately put him at the end because he was worried that Irving would do something wrong again.

Think about the scene during the sorting, how much time was wasted.

"Oh, okay." Putting down the teacup, Owen cleared his throat and said, "I'm probably a mixed race. My mother is a wizard and my father is a Muggle. Well, I guessed this from the records of the orphanage where I am. the result of."

"I was born in Paris, France, and was brought to England by my grandfather when I was four or five years old."

"What, Owen, are you an orphan?" Justin next to him asked in disbelief.

Not just him, many young wizards looked at him sideways.

In fact, it has long been rumored in their circles that Owen is a descendant of an ancient pure-blood family. Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant and domineering?

I never expected that his life experience would be so tragic!

"Well, my grandpa and I are not related by blood. If you want to say that I am an orphan, that's true." Owen spread his hands and said nonchalantly.

"I"

Many young wizards had looks of shame on their faces, and they even slandered the poor man.

Among the girls, Hannah’s eyes were a little wet.

Thinking of Owen's surly behavior at Hogwarts - well - it must be that he was bullied in various ways when he was young, which led to his current personality.

--Pitiful!

They were about to burst into tears as they had already written a million-word heart-wrenching novel in their heads.

But Owen's next sentence was to directly smash their tear ducts with a punch, and forcefully wipe out any trace of sympathy.

"As for skilled magic - I love chewing on big melons!"

Truman looked at Owen with a dark look on his face. Other little wizards may not know what chewing a big melon is, but how could he, a sixth-year wizard, not know?

Death Curse, Unforgivable Curse.

That is the most evil magic!

"Ahem—Owen, stop joking."

Who would teach an eleven-year-old wizard the death curse?

I guess he probably heard his grandpa brag about it!

"It's true. I never lie." Owen was a little angry. "It's so easy to chew on a big melon. It's the best magic spell I've ever seen!"

"Kill instantly, there won't be any wounds on the body. My grandpa often gnaws on some magical little beasts - animals, ordinary animals."

"Let me tell you, the quality of the meat will not be affected by the animals killed by chewing the melon. It is even more delicious than ordinary meat. It truly retains the original taste of the ingredients."

"I think every Hufflepuff wizard should master this spell!"

Deathly silence - the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

You'd better be talking about animals.

Truman was going crazy.

Listen - what kind of prison speech is this?

That grandpa of your family is definitely a dark wizard!

Who would perform a killing curse in front of a little wizard!

Rubbing his gradually swollen temples, Truman realized deeply that he should report this matter to the dean immediately, no! headmaster!

It should be reported to the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors should capture the dark wizard immediately and throw him into Azkaban!

"Ahem - Owen, do you know that if you use the Unforgivable Curse, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"I know!" Owen glared with bright gray eyes and nodded heavily, "It would be fine if I didn't get caught!"

Well, I am too stupid and can only ask the editor to re-send a signing link on Monday. Sorry to those who have already invested~~~~