I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 525 It’s You!

Afterwards, he and Owen went to the auditorium.

There is no rush to use the Foling potion now as there is still some time before the funeral.

The effect of the chlorpheniramine only lasts for three hours.

The auditorium was filled with young wizards, most of whom had just finished their exams and were congratulating each other.

As expected, Hermione passed the exam successfully.

Her performance was impeccable, and from now on, she could legally use Apparition.

Ron also passed the test perfectly, even though he had some concerns before.

The same goes for Hannah and Justin, not to mention Koyatel.

It was rare to see a little wizard failing the exam.

Almost everyone passed.

An hour before dinner, in full view of everyone, Harry drank the Felicis Felix.

"How does it feel?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry didn't answer for a moment. He felt himself drinking something very sweet, and then, slowly but surely, an extremely exhilarating feeling flowed through his body, as if there were endless opportunities. He felt that he could do anything, anything...

Getting memories from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible but downright easy...

"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful." He smiled and said, "This feeling is indescribable. I have never felt this way before."

"Okay, I see."

I don't know if it's Ron.

Hermione, Koyalt, Hannah, Justin, and anyone who saw Harry now would be attracted by his confident demeanor.

Everyone could clearly feel the breath of luck from him.

"What now?" Hermione asked.

"Well, let's go back to the common room first." Harry said after thinking for a moment.

"Shouldn't we go to Slughorn first and tell him about the funeral?"

"I don't know." Harry stood up and walked outside. "I always think it would be good for me to go back to the common room first."

With that, Harry quickly disappeared out of the hall.

On the other side, Hermione looked at Owen.

"Maybe you need a little luck, too?" she said.

"I didn't agree."

"I know, maybe you should go there after dinner. There will be fewer people there." The little witch completely ignored what Owen said.

"Why does it have to be me? Can't you do it yourself? I'll give you a hair, go ahead!"

"It takes more than twenty days to brew Polyjuice Potion," Hermione said. "Do you think we have more than twenty days?"

"How come it's not more than twenty days?" Owen muttered, but Miss Granger's sharp eyes made him know that he would not be able to escape.

Fine!

It’s just women’s clothing!

It’s not like I haven’t dressed as a woman before!

Owen took the risk. He glanced at Hermione and warned her, "Don't follow me."

"Of course, no problem!" Hermione said happily.

As Owen left, the other young wizards all turned their eyes to Hermione.

"I heard Polyjuice Potion. What conspiracy are you planning?" Ron stared at Hermione with burning eyes.

"I know, Susan told me that you were planning to let Owen pretend to be that person, right?" Ginny said with shining eyes, "Does that mean he needs to change his 'clothes'?"

"Hey! I guarantee there will be a lot of people who want to peek."

"Ginny!" Hermione raised her voice with a straight face.

"Uh - okay, just kidding." Ginny waved her hand and said, "Someone in school is secretly brewing Polyjuice Potion, which is really not good news."

Hearing this, Ron said disapprovingly, "It's not poison, it's just a polyjuice potion."

"What do you know?" Ginny said, "Polyjuice Potion is not a Disillusionment Charm. It completely transforms your body into another person. What if a boy uses it to do something bad?"

"Bad thing?" Ron glanced at Koyatel, "Breaking into the girls' dormitory?"

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"Ron," Ginny said speechlessly, "you are hopeless."

"What do you mean hopeless? Explain clearly." Ron frowned, confusion written all over his face.

"What would you do if you were her?" Ginny pointed at Coyote. "That would be worse than the Daydream Charm Fred and George bought."

After all, the daydream spell is limited to the caster's imagination. If he has never seen it, he naturally cannot imagine it, or he will imagine it incorrectly.

But Polyjuice Potion is different. It really turns a person into a completely different person.

God knows what some perverts will use it for.

"Uh..." Ron looked embarrassed. He probably knew what Ginny was worried about.

Then he immediately put on a serious expression, "Yes, this is too bad. We must catch the impostor immediately."

Just kidding, there are many beautiful girls in the castle, but the most beautiful one, besides Owen, is Koyatel.

Although Hermione, Parvati Patil, and Luna are all good, in terms of probability, the pervert is more likely to choose Koyaltsen.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, "You know you're anxious now."

"Polyjuice Potion, I know this potion." At this time, Koyatel suddenly said, "What I'm more curious about is how that person got Owen's body tissue."

The compound decoction must be added with the subject's body tissue, which can be blood, hair, or fingernails.

These things should be difficult for others to get except for people around you, such as those living in the same dormitory.

"You'll have to ask Justin and Ernie about this," Ginny said. "They have the best chance since they share a dorm with Owen."

"They don't dare." Koyatel said simply, his scarlet eyes full of indifference.

"Who knows? Hermione combs his hair all day long, so it's normal for others to pick up a few strands in the Great Hall or the Room of Requirement." Ron said indifferently.

"Hmm?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, a dangerous aura flowing out, "Are you trying to say that I'm the culprit, Ron?"

"I didn't." Ron leaned back.

"It's just a possibility."

"Hmph..." The little witch snorted, picked up the textbook at hand, stood up and was about to leave.

She promised Owen that she would not follow.

But I didn't agree not to arrive early and then wait.

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the other side.

On his way to the bathroom on the third floor, Owen also drank a quarter of the Felixir.

In an instant, the feeling as if he was kissed by the goddess of luck suddenly surged into his heart.

Countless chaotic emotions were surging in his mind.

Countless thin silk threads seemed to appear in front of him, and he knew that pulling that thread would help him achieve his goal.

He quickly changed into Hermione's clothes and untied the headband that bound his braids. His long silver hair fell like the Milky Way. The dim light shone on his face, casting a warm filter on him. It was as if an ancient goddess had descended to earth, leaving behind a fragrance and countless people's memories, and disappeared into the corridor.

Owen stepped into Myrtle's bathroom.

Then we came to the innermost compartment.

He said nothing, and as if his body was controlled by someone, he took out a bunch of equipment for brewing potions from his waist pocket.

Then he lit the crucible and began to pretend to brew the potion.

In fact, even Owen himself didn't know what potion he was brewing. He seemed to be just repeating the actions he guessed the person would do when he and Hermione came over before.

The flames burned the copper crucible, and soon the water began to boil.

<divclass="contentadv">And it makes a 'gurgling' sound.

Just then, Owen heard sobbing sounds from behind him.

A transparent ghost emerged from the toilet and floated down into the cubicle where he was.

"Hello, but you haven't been here for a while," said Myrtle. "Are you just like those nasty boys?"

"I'm in trouble." Luck controlled Owen's mouth and said these words.

"Really?" Myrtle stopped crying after he said this. "Yes, you will definitely run into trouble. Why? Is it a problem with the potion? Are there enough ingredients?"

"Just barely," Owen said.

"Oh, that's okay." Myrtle said in a relaxed tone, "I can help you keep an eye on Snape. You can sneak in quietly like you did before, and no one will notice. Of course, you just have to hide from Peeves."

"He doesn't dare to act in front of me," said Owen. "Peeves hides when he sees me."

"Hey! It only hides when it sees Owen. You can't pretend to be him all the time. It looks like you brewed a lot of Polyjuice Potion this time? Quite enough?"

"Fortunately."

"Oh - then you can try. He broke into the headmaster's office. Dumbledore is not in the castle tonight. He will be back tomorrow morning. I heard from Nick that the Minister of Magic wants to have another meeting with him. Anyway, it has happened three times this month."

"Minister of Magic?" Owen was slightly stunned when he heard the voice. He had no idea what to say, but luck had already spoken for him. "Is it Scrimgeour?"

"It doesn't seem to be," said Myrtle. "It seems to be another name."

"Oh, thank you--" Owen stood up and pushed open the cubicle door. "Thank you for telling me this."

"If you can come more often, it will be your true thanks to me."

"I will," Owen said, and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

the other side.

Outside the castle, in front of Hagrid's door, Harry knocked on it.

"There you are," Hagrid said hoarsely as he opened the door and saw Harry lift up his Invisibility Cloak and appear before him.

"Yeah – Ron and Hermione can't come, they're sorry."

"No - it doesn't matter, but he'll be touched by your coming, Harry."

Hagrid sobbed loudly. He made himself a black sleeve that looked like it was made from rags dipped in shoe polish. His eyes were red and puffy, and Harry patted his arm soothingly. This was as high as he could reach without any effort.

"Where to bury it? In the woods?"

"Oh my god, no," Hagrid said, wiping his tears with his shirt. "After Aragog died, the other spiders refused to let me get close to their webs. It seems that they didn't eat me only because of his orders. I went there rashly yesterday and was warned by them, which angered Bakar, and he set fire to half of the Acromantulas' nest. The fire attack is conflicting, and now even Aragog's orders may not work. Anyway, we'd better not enter the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh, really?" Harry was secretly delighted.

Glancing sideways, he saw the giant silver dragon with white eyes lying in the simple nest that Hagrid had made for it in his hut, right next to the fireplace.

As he looked at it, the dragon seemed to have sensed something. It opened its eyes, glanced at Harry, and then closed them again.

Harry waved at Bakar.