I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I think the moonlight is strong tonight, so you should go and rest." The old headmaster waved his robe, and the next second, he directly apparated and appeared in the Hufflepuff common room with Owen.

"By the way, you also need to hand in that notebook, and write a two-thousand-word character analysis report on Vincent. Send it to my office on Monday."

"Squeeze! You are squeezing the little wizard!" Owen howled angrily, "That is the fruit of my labor!"

"Yeah! You're right!" Professor Dumbledore nodded, seeming to recognize Owen's contribution, and then said: "Twenty points for Hufflepuff."

Say it! The whole person apparated and disappeared.

"knock!!!"

Can the principal just apparate in the academy?

If you don't follow the rules you set, how can you educate people in the future and convince them?

Woo hoo - words don't count. I promised to catch people's pets, but now it's better, I didn't catch anything, and I got a tough job!

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That night!

The air of Hogwarts seemed to be filled with the smell of Owen's unwilling resentment.

In the morning, Justin woke up from his sleep.

The blurred eyes have not yet been fully opened.

A chill went straight to his forehead.

In an instant, all his sleepyheads were slapped to death.

The whole person's spirit was lifted.

Because he saw Owen sitting on the table and chair by the window, writing and drawing something.

Mainly because of his smile.

Mysterious and evil.

Every time he makes a look like this, nothing good happens.

"Owen~" Justin wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and shivered.

"Oh~ You're awake." Owen stood up slowly. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff. He wanted to hold back his smile, but it was difficult to cover the marks on his cheeks.

"Take a good rest these days." Suddenly he said inexplicably.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Haha." Owen smiled stiffly, but without saying much, he left the dormitory.

It's October.

The weather is getting cooler.

The cold wind from the Atlantic Ocean began to hit this isolated island offshore.

The temperature plummeted.

The torch has been raised in the auditorium.

However, the weak heat alone was not enough to cover the entire hall.

The little wizards all huddled up, because the steaming pumpkin juice in front of them could provide them with some warmth.

"How are you going to celebrate Halloween?"

At the Hufflepuff dining table, Harry suddenly ran over and said, "Nick invited us to the party for the 500th anniversary of his death."

"Interested in participating?"

"You agreed?" Owen raised his head and asked, holding a chicken leg in his mouth.

"Yes! I think it will be very interesting." Harry replied with some longing.

Although it may sound strange to participate in the death anniversary, but five hundred years! Five hundred years!

Five hundred years of change

Even the stubborn rocks are covered with moss! Covered with moss!

Ahem - there are wizards who can live for more than five hundred years.

It should be fun!

"Haha, I wish you a good time."

"Aren't you going?" Harry was stunned. He originally thought that Owen would be very interested in something quite 'interesting' like this.

"It's been very busy lately," he said.

Then he patted the inexplicable red stain on his trouser legs.

"What have you been doing recently?" Hannah took over from the side. She reached out and patted an unknown bird feather off Owen's shoulder.

Then he looked at him seriously.

Hmm, there seems to be no sound coming from Ravenclaw recently.

"Working as a coolie for Dumbledore!" Owen, filled with grief, bit into the chicken drumstick on the plate and said.

"Dumbledore?" Ron also came over at this time.

"I haven't seen the principal for a long time. What are you busy with?" He glanced at Owen's dusty body and asked in confusion.

"Busy? Haha."

"I--"

Just when Owen was about to speak, the door to the auditorium was suddenly pushed open violently.

The cold wind rushed in directly.

Just as the little wizard approaching the door opened his mouth to greet his parents, the little wizard who was walking slowly and seemed to be greatly frightened staggered and fell.

Then he got up hard again.

"Corridor, corridor on the second floor, someone was killed!"

After saying that, his pupils rolled up and he fell straight down.

The whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, quite reminiscent of Professor Quirrell's style back then.

Quiet——The sudden news caused the entire auditorium to fall silent.

After a while, the noisy sound started, screaming! Cry! The crisp sound of a dinner plate falling to the floor.

The scene was instantly chaotic.

At the professor's chair, Professor McGonagall stood up immediately and rushed out with a solemn expression.

The remaining professors' expressions also changed, and they followed Professor McGonagall and left the auditorium.

As for the little wizard, Harry Rude Potter immediately put down the pumpkin pie in his hand and followed him with a quick stride.

Immediately, many young wizards who did not know the truth gathered around each other and rushed to the second floor.

The incident took place very close to the auditorium.

Right next to the spiral staircase, at the entrance to the second floor, and in the corridor in front of the Transfiguration Classroom.

A gray-faced, stiff and lifeless second-year wizard was suspended in mid-air, with his limbs hanging naturally and his neck raised high, as if he was hanging by something.

And on the wall just a foot away from him, a red writing that looked like blood was particularly eye-catching.

"The secret room has been opened!"

"Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!"

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall, the first to arrive, exclaimed. Then with a quick wave of the wand, the poor child was freed.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Is someone really dead?"

"Are you blind? You didn't see him acting like that."

The crowd that crowded over was chattering noisily.

"Chamber of Secrets? Heir? What is that?" Perhaps the first graders were used to seeing life and death. Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly recovered from their shock.

"Owen, do you know?"

As Hogwarts's famous humanoid encyclopedia, Owen is naturally Harry's preferred search tool.

"Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, Granger is the heir, Slytherin is her enemy, it's that simple!"

"That's enough, Owen, don't joke at this time!" Hermione glared at him ferociously like a little lion.

"Tch." Owen pulled it out. His hair was a little messy, and there was a trace of red paint on his fingertips. He flicked it with some disgust, "Okay! It's actually Slytherin's secret room, the successor is Tom, and Gryffindor is his enemy."

"That's enough, you're not done yet!" The little witch was really angry this time. Someone was obviously dead, but he could be so frivolous in front of someone else's body. This disappointed her so much.

"??? What's wrong with this world? No one believes the truth!"

Why is there no association for the protection of the rights and interests of minor wizards in the wizarding world?

Owen angrily denounced a certain Ministry of Magic official.