I, Hogwarts Second Week

But then Owen's apology changed.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I should never have come to Hogwarts from the beginning. If I had not come to Hogwarts, my grandpa would not have left me. If my grandpa had not left me, Me, then I should be traveling around the world right now or in Beauxbatons, Durmstrang.”

"If it were Karkaroff, with his IQ, using the PPT I drew - ah, no - the Magic Academy promotion plan, he would catch up with Beauxbatons in three years, and step into Hogwarts in five years. I am now He’s the student union president.”

Irving is quite experienced in this area. Back then, he had been tricked into becoming a professor and became an academician at a young age.

"Haha——" Facing Owen's little naughty, Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly.

I don't know why, but Owen only feels a little pain in his calf.

Coupled with the professor's sharp eyes, he decisively closed his mouth immediately.

It shouldn’t be!

This set of empty PPT that I have taught as a professor for three years and as an academician for five years can cure all diseases!

When the director had a fever of 39 degrees, he called and said that there were several peaks in the experimental data that were not right. Ten minutes later, the director appeared at the door of the laboratory.

I was breathing heavily, and my cold was mostly gone. (Actually, I was afraid that he would damage the experimental machine)

"You!" Professor Dumbledore reached out and patted Owen's little head several times.

Looking at him with some relief.

As expected of the child brought out by that man,

"I heard what you said sixty years ago."

"Ah~" For a moment, Owen's eyes lost their luster. He certainly knew who the other person Professor Dumbledore was referring to.

Suddenly, there was a trace of sadness in his heart that he couldn't help but be bright when he was born.

Grandpa!

You've blocked the road! ! !

Look again, the huge magic material in front of you - the basilisk.

His heart is bleeding!

Take it out and buy it, at least a hundred thousand galleons.

After all, the basilisk is too rare, and coupled with Slytherin's gimmick, as long as his cerebellum moves slightly and he comes up with an eight hundred-word essay, the value of this basilisk can be doubled at least dozens of times.

Those pure-blood families didn’t even break their heads to snatch it!

"Hey, Professor, I suddenly have a question." Owen, who wanted to disgust others even though he couldn't get it, suddenly raised his head and said, "No matter how you say it, Salazar Slytherin is also the founder of Hogwarts. , since the basilisk he left behind is in the castle, it should be the property of the school, not an individual."

"So, if you kill the basilisk, does that count as vandalism?"

"I'm the principal," the old principal said matter-of-factly. He didn't realize his mistake at first glance. "Of course I have some privileges."

"But since you said this is public property, I can't give it to you."

"Ah?" He's waiting for me across the pit!

I am not telling you that you will never find the secret room in your life.

In other words, I don’t know how to speak snake language.

However, since the Chamber of Secrets leads to the sewers of Hogwarts, he can always find the right direction as long as he drills through every sewer.

Alas~ By chance, he knew a secret passage leading to Hogwarts, which was at the bottom of the Black Lake. It seemed to be a sewer.

"But what you said makes sense." Professor Dumbledore, who was worried about Hogwarts, frowned slightly.

I have to say that since the advent of peace.

This generation of little wizards is really getting worse and worse.

In Voldemort's dark age, although the war was cruel, it also inspired young wizards to study in school. The average number of Hogwarts graduates at that time was at the dueling hall level.

Standard black magic defense spells such as disarming spells, petrification spells, shattering spells, armor spells, disembodiment, etc., none of which are mastered with great proficiency.

There are even a large number of students trying to create magic spells spontaneously. Professor Snape is one of the best.

Harry's father, a member of the four-man Marauder Squad, and a master of Transfiguration per capita.

What level of transformation are Animagus?

The magic that can throw a big melon out of eighteen streets.

In those days, someone who was not proficient in these standard defense spells against the dark arts could die.

Look at today's young wizards - there are many seventh graders who can only cast half-baked armor spells.

Only those young wizards who are determined to take public exams - young wizards who are preparing to join the Ministry of Magic as Aurors - will practice these spells to a proficient level.

"I suddenly had a good idea." The old principal looked at the basilisk that had become a magic material, and his blue eyes suddenly lit up.

Behind the half-moon glasses, a cunning light flashed.

"???"

professor! Why are you stealing my lines?

"This requires your cooperation."

"Me?" Owen pointed at himself, "You don't want me to continue to intimidate the little wizard, do you! If I can't do it, they are threatening to beat me. If this continues, I will become a public enemy of Hogwarts."

No good, what the hell!

"Well - there are no candidates for this year's Academy Special Contribution Award. Alas - I don't know what happened to Mr. Lucius this year. He suddenly donated a large amount of money to the school this month. I plan to use part of it as a bonus." The old principal said leisurely.

"Ahem, that professor! Are you looking down on me? Am I the kind of person who would be moved by petty gains?" Owen patted his chest hard and beat himself until he coughed. After he had calmed down, he talked about a few things. Sentence, "The main thing is that I want to contribute to the school. My grandfather has taught me since I was a child that children from poor families should become masters early - no - they should contribute more to the magical world."

"Now that the opportunity is in front of me, I will seize it tightly and restore the glory of Hogwarts. It is our duty to do so!"

"It seems I haven't told you yet, what are you going to do?" Dumbledore stared at Owen with a kind face, who kept acting cool.

"I understand, Professor, I understand!" Owen smiled funny, "I immediately contacted Hagrid and heard that he has got a batch of new pets."

"No, no, no, that's not enough." As he said that, the old principal slowly leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Um - is that too much? You are a bit extreme, Professor!"

"I feel good."

"Do you know that you are suspected of stirring up disputes in the academy?"

"I think appropriate competition is beneficial to the growth of little wizards."

"No - I mean, you might be greeted cordially by the parents of the students."

"It's all for Hogwarts!" the old principal said righteously.

If it weren't for the flash of cunning in his eyes, Owen would have truly believed his words.

"Ahem, Professor Dumbledore, this plan."

As he said that, Owen's face suddenly showed a rich evil smile, "I like it so much, hehe!"

"So, for the sake of my service to the academy! Can you give me some basilisk venom? Just a gallon more!"