I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 524: Attack from two directions simultaneously.

A painting.

A magic sketch to be exact.

Unlike magic portraits, where the characters in the paintings have independent consciousness, what Owen has in his hands is more like a magic photograph, a snapshot of a moment.

The painting shows a silver-haired girl wearing a Hogwarts girls' uniform. She is holding the edge of the sink and looking at herself in the mirror.

Suddenly, she noticed someone behind her, turned her head sharply, and after revealing her stunning face, she turned her head back to look at the mirror. Then she repeated the process over and over again.

".This. Susan, did you draw this?" Hermione had a complicated expression, filled with puzzlement, bewilderment, and resentment, and there was even a flash of joy in her eyes for a moment.

"Hermione, listen to my explanation - ah - I didn't - I didn't draw this, but -"

"But you are a participant, right?" Owen narrowed his eyes and looked at Susan with a dangerous look.

"I..." Susan's face was full of panic. She tried to find the right words to explain the current situation, but she found that no matter how many words she said, it would only make things worse. "I just..." She stammered, her eyes full of pleading. "I provided a little perspective to help the picture be more realistic."

"Realism?" Several question marks floated in Owen's head. He painted me as a woman, and you're still talking to me about realism?

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"Okay, but I think your composition is a little weird." Hermione raised her lips and snatched all the parchments from Owen, fearing that he would ruin such an excellent work. "Why is the background the bathroom?"

"Because," Susan explained hesitantly, "the person who drew the picture said that he saw Owen in Myrtle's bathroom on the third floor, and he was..." As she spoke, she pointed to the painting in Hermione's hand.

"Heh - it's fine if you just lied, but now you dare to spread such vicious rumors." Owen glared at Susan, "Are you trying to say that I was secretly wearing women's clothes in the bathroom?"

"I didn't, I wasn't, that's what you said." With a step back, Susan directly denied the three-hit combo.

"Wait, Owen." Hermione stopped the boy. "Since this is Myrtle's bathroom, why don't we go ask Myrtle?"

Having said that, without waiting for his consent, he pulled Owen and ran out of the auditorium.

The girls' bathroom on the third floor has always been a restricted area for little wizards.

Because Myrtle is so annoying.

Even if she doesn't spray the toilet when you use it, but just cries sadly beside you, it will definitely make you lose interest.

In the whole Hogwarts, it seems that only Hermione and Luna have a good relationship with Myrtle. Originally, there was Ginny. In the original book, she was controlled by Voldemort to open the Chamber of Secrets and stayed in the bathroom for a long time. After that, she became friends with Myrtle. However, because Dumbledore killed the basilisk in advance this time, Ginny lost contact with Myrtle. She knew this special ghost, but her relationship was not very good.

As soon as you walk into the bathroom.

The two of them stepped into the water.

Although this place has been renovated, the water leakage is not caused by aging pipes.

"It must be empty." Owen glanced at the compartments. "If the impostor is discovered, how could he still be hiding here?"

"I know," said Hermione, and then she cast several careful Revelation spells, which spread golden light all around, illuminating all traces of magic.

"Look there—" she pointed to a cubicle nearest the center sink.

"What's going on?" Owen had already discovered the residual magic power there. "It looks like someone is brewing potion here?"

"Who else in the castle besides you would secretly brew potions?"

Hermione turned around and glared at him. Why did these words sound so strange, as if she had done something shameful in the past.

"Do you remember in the Potions class, Snape said that a lot of his collections had been stolen recently," said the little witch.

"Hmm - you think that's where the man was brewing potions? Using the ingredients he stole?"

"It's very likely." Hermione nodded. "This place is perfect, no one will come. As long as..."

As she spoke, the ghost of a girl rose from a toilet bowl behind them and floated in mid-air, staring at them from behind thick white round glasses.

"I heard some noise down there, and I didn't expect it was you two!" she said glumly, "You haven't been here for a long time."

"Hey, Myrtle." Hermione looked at her with a gentle expression, "The schoolwork is complicated, and a lot of things have happened recently. You should have heard about it."

"I know, Your Highness!" Myrtle emphasized the last four words, full of envy. She herself was a Muggle-born wizard, so she envied the title even more.

"Ahem." Hermione was a little embarrassed, but she adjusted her mood quickly and changed the subject immediately: "Um - has anyone secretly brewed potions here recently?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Myrtle glared at Hermione angrily. "If it weren't for finding out the truth, you would never have come here in your life, right!"

"How could that be!" Hermione said quickly, "We are friends."

"I don't dare to be friends with the princess." Myrtle glared at them, then somersaulted back into the toilet, splashing a lot of water.

"Wait—don't go!"

It was too late for Hermione to call out to Myrtle, because when she opened her mouth, Myrtle could no longer see the ghost.

"Okay. The last clue is gone."

The little witch sighed and turned to look at Owen again.

"Someone is secretly brewing potions here. This may be related to the poisoning. Maybe, like Ron said, the murderer is really in the castle."

"We can't pry open ghosts' mouths. Veritaserum and Legilimency have no effect on them," said Owen.

"Maybe we can have a better way." Hermione frowned and left with Owen.

Walking and thinking.

Just as she reached the stairs again, she suddenly raised her head, a bold idea emerged in her little head, and then she looked at Owen with a smile.

"I have an idea!"

"I don't want to do it!" Owen glanced at the little witch. He had already guessed Hermione's plan.

"This is the simplest plan. As long as..." she said, she was eager to try it out, with a gleam in her eyes, "I can lend you my clothes."

"It's impossible for me to wear women's clothes. I have never worn women's clothes and I never will." Owen said righteously.

Hermione's plan was very predictable.

The biggest difference between the person pretending to be him and himself is that he is wearing a girl's school uniform. As long as he changes into women's clothes, he can pretend to be the person pretending to be him. Then he can go to Myrtle to get some information and the truth will be revealed immediately.

"Try it!" said Hermione. "Do you think you'll have more poisoning incidents than ever before?"

"." Owen stared into her eyes, "I don't think you are looking for the murderer at all."

"Of course I'm looking for the murderer!" she said righteously.

"I don't believe it at all."

Under Owen's suspicious gaze, Hermione smiled even more brightly.

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After a few days, they still did not take any action.

They have already alerted the enemy.

Now we need to calm the snake down from its alert state.

It doesn't matter even if she changes the place to brew the potion, as long as she continues to brew it. We can't let her give up because of the disturbance. Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince others without physical evidence.

About a week passed.

One morning, Owen ran into Harry in the Great Hall.

Hagrid had delivered the note, he told himself, with the news of Aragog's death.

After persisting for so long, this old spider finally ended its long life, some time earlier than the time recorded in the original book. This may be related to the fact that Owen burned many of his offspring to death in a fire a few years ago.

Hagrid mentioned on many occasions later that Aragog was sad about the demise of his descendants, and he always blamed the students in the castle and Dumbledore.

<divclass="contentadv">However, most young wizards think this is a good thing. No one likes a monster like the eight-eyed giant spider.

What's more, they eat people.

Owen looked at the note. The handwriting was very sloppy and there were large ink stains on the paper. They might be tears. In any case, it was difficult to recognize.

——Dear Harry, Ron, Hermione:

-Aragog died last night. If possible, I would like you to come to the funeral tonight. It would mean a lot to me. I plan to hold the funeral at dusk, which is his favorite time of the day. I know you are not allowed to come out that late, but you can use the invisibility cloak or something. I didn't want to ask this, but I can't face it alone.

——Hagrid

"So you're planning on meeting Hagrid, tonight?"

"Yes." Harry confirmed, "I will be with Hermione"

"No, I'm sorry Harry, I'm afraid you'll have to go alone tonight," said Hermione. "Owen and I have other things to do."

"It doesn't matter." Harry said indifferently, "Ron and I."

"Delusion!" Ron shouted, becoming excited. "Let me go to a spider's funeral? I'd rather be poisoned again now. Okay, buddy, you'll represent us this time."

"Okay." Harry felt sorry, "I'm enough on my own."

After saying that, he was about to go back to the dormitory. He had no classes this morning, but he had a Potions class in the afternoon.

As for Ron, he and Hermione were going to take an Apparition test, so they had to take a leave of absence from the afternoon classes.

"Wait a minute, Harry." Owen called him, then pulled out a small crystal bottle from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Harry looked at the bottle in his hand, which was only half the size of a fingernail, with golden liquid flowing in it.

"Felixir of Life!" He was deeply impressed by this magic potion and always remembered it.

"That's right," Owen said. "I gave you a quarter, and the effect will last about three hours.

Remember to drink the potion when you go to Hagrid's in the evening, and then go find Slughorn!"

"Slughorn?" Harry was startled and looked at Owen in confusion.

"The venom of the Acromantula is a very precious magical material, not to mention Aragog, the king of the Acromantulas! Slughorn will definitely be interested. You will act according to the circumstances. This will be a good opportunity for you to get your memory. By the way, remember to get some venom for me as well. It is a very precious material."

"I understand!" Harry nodded solemnly.

Afterwards, Owen and Hermione went to the alchemy class.

Harry and Ron went back to their dormitory.

In the afternoon, on the way to the dungeon, Owen and Harry parted with Hermione and Ron in the entrance hall as they were going to take their exams.

"Good luck to you," said Harry.

"Don't worry, it's easy." Ron said, and then confidently followed the students taking the exam out of the castle and headed for the open space outside.