I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 535 Preparation

attack?

Polyjuice Potion?

I always feel that it is somewhat familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere this year.

Without waiting for the little wizards to ask questions.

Dumbledore went on to explain: "If Tom still had his sanity, he would not have attacked all the little wizards, so his main targets would only be you guys."

He looked at Owen, Hermione and the others.

Indeed, Hermione in particular had the biggest target.

"So, you're going to let them pretend to be me?" Hermione frowned, "But this - wouldn't it be too dangerous."

"It's dangerous," said Mad-Eye Moody, staring at Hermione with his eyes fixed on hers. "But there's no better way."

"The mysterious man needs a big scene to announce his return. Of course, developing power secretly is also a good choice, but I don't think he will do it because of the shame -"

"Shame?" Hermione repeated several times, and then she understood.

"Yes, I think you have figured it out." Moody continued, "He was killed by Muggles, and died silently. This is a great shame for him, so he will definitely choose revenge after he is resurrected, and you are his primary target. If we choose other ways to send you away this time, such as: portkeys. Then he will lose his target and will most likely kill Muggles or wizards indiscriminately."

"We are bait?" Harry said unhappily. "Well, I'm used to it anyway, just like that time on the top of the Tower of Azkaban."

"Harry." Sirius walked over and looked at him solemnly, "They are no safer than you. I hope you can understand that this is not exploitation, but fighting side by side."

"I know." Harry pursed his lips, "I'm just complaining."

"Okay," Mad-Eye Moody interrupted. "Time is running out. I need some of your hair, kids. Quick."

"But" Hermione wanted to argue a few more times, but Tonks had already come behind her.

The little witch's hair is fluffy and thick, and a few strands will fall off if you touch it casually.

As for the others, Harry and Ron also reluctantly pulled a few strands of hair from their heads and handed them to the others next to them.

Finally came Irving.

He also handed over a few silver threads.

"Okay, now you guys go and get ready. Everything is as usual and get on the train." Moody ordered.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were dragged out reluctantly.

And Owen.

As he turned around, he was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Owen, please stay for a moment," the old headmaster said, and then looked at the others. "Everyone, go and get ready. It's very difficult to brew Polyjuice Potion. This year, thanks to the help of a little wizard, we have enough in stock."

"But it's still not enough. If divided evenly, the amount of medicine each of you has will probably only last less than an hour. Before that, you must board the Hogwarts Express and don't attract attention."

"I think Tom will be at King's Cross Station, attacking the train."

"Then I'll see you at King's Cross Station." Moody said simply, and walked out of Snape's office with big strides. His alchemical mechanical legs looked extremely light, and he walked without a limp.

The others also retreated one after another.

Soon, Owen, Dumbledore and Snape were the only ones left in the office.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Owen said.

"That's right." Then, Dumbledore told Owen about Bellatrix's deal in very concise words.

"Humph..." Owen snorted coldly, "I knew she knew where the ring was."

"Hmm..." After thinking for a moment, he said, "We can make a deal. Since she wants her child to jump into the abyss of ancient magic, let her jump. There's no need to stop her."

"This matter can be left to my grandmother. She has experience in this area."

"That's what I think," Dumbledore said. "For now, let's focus on eliminating Tom. We can decide on other matters later."

"It's really unexpected that she would have a child, and it's Senior Tom's." Owen said with a chuckle, his tone teasing.

In the book Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Voldemort and Bellatrix did have a daughter named Delphi Riddle.

Born before the Battle of Hogwarts.

Calculating the time, it was at this time that I got pregnant.

She was a very good witch, both in terms of beauty and strength. She looked like a capable, lively and cheerful girl with a charming voice, silver hair with blue tips, brown eyes with blue eyeshadow, and very beautiful. In fact, she was vicious and determined, with a strong tendency towards sadism. She also inherited Slytherin's Parseltongue and Voldemort's magical talent. She had never been to Hogwarts, but at the age of seventeen, she easily defeated Harry Potter, who was then the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Although Harry was defeated by her sneak attack because he underestimated the enemy, it was enough to prove that her magical talent was definitely not lower than that of her father.

In that timeline, Delphic Riddle is obsessed with going back in time to stop her father, Voldemort, from going to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry Potter, thereby changing the future.

Although she ultimately failed, she did change part of her past.

Three years ago, Owen explained to Luna that the time-turner only repeats what has happened and cannot change history.

And Irving didn't observe any stowaways from the future in all these years, so "Cursed Child" wouldn't have happened.

After all, if everything was normal, Senior Tom might be alive in this world. Since the family is together, how could he travel through time to save the past?

On the other side, Dumbledore had a rare smile on his face. He looked at Owen and said, "Good news, good news."

“Real life, it seems Tom finally understands its true meaning.

Live your short life hard and leave the achievements to future generations. This is how human beings grow slowly and repeatedly. It is really amazing.

Tom's life is finally on the right track."

"Perhaps." Seeing that Dumbledore was about to deliver his clichés about love and family affection, Snape interrupted with a straight face. His attitude towards the young Tom had always been "useable", and if he was no longer valuable, he would find an opportunity to kill him.

As for the rest, he never considered it at all.

"Take this." He said coldly, taking a bottle of mud-like substance from the table. In addition, there was a silver-gold hair.

"Polyjuice Potion? Draco's?" Owen, who had already learned the whole story from Dumbledore, naturally knew what it was.

"Find someone to disguise him, or come in person. The You-Know-Who won't focus on him." Snape said.

"Why let me come?"

"Hmph..." Snape showed an impatient look, "Think about it! He has been pretending to be you for half a year. Don't you want to retaliate?"

"No!" Owen said decisively. He was afraid of getting dirty!

"That's none of my business. Unless you don't want to cooperate with that woman." Snape stuffed the bottle of Polyjuice Potion and the hair into his arms and drove him out of the office.

<divclass="contentadv">Owen returned to the corridor and stared blankly at the Polyjuice Potion in his hand.

I don't know how many times I cursed Snape in my heart.

But for the sake of the greater good - he could only endure it.

Besides, it's not like he'll actually come by himself.

There are many excellent candidates.

Immediately, Owen quickly headed towards the auditorium.

Breakfast service has not yet ended.

The auditorium was filled with young wizards.

Everyone's face showed either worry or excitement. Although the professors had inexplicably conveyed a strong sense of pressure and anxiety over the past month, today was a holiday, the last day at Hogwarts. Summer vacation began tomorrow, and everything seemed to be about to begin a new phase.

The cloud cast by the professors had dissipated by more than half.

"Hey - Owen, here!" As soon as he walked into the hall, Owen saw Harry waving at him.

Most of the DA members were sitting around them.

It seems that Harry wanted to reveal some of the attack plan so that the young wizards could prepare in advance.

"What did Professor Dumbledore say to you again?" Hermione pulled him and made him sit next to her.

"Nothing—just."

Owen then simply told the others about Draco, hiding the part about the Horcrux and Bella. After all, it was a secret, and with so many young wizards around, it was bound to get out.

He simplified the story to the point that the Malfoys had betrayed Voldemort, so the Death Eaters might attack him, so Draco also needed someone to pretend to be him.

"Haha..." After listening to Owen's story, Ron was the first to make a noise. He laughed disdainfully and said sarcastically, "Why, the young master is being hunted down, and we have to send a few scapegoats? In my opinion, they deserve it. They are fence-sitters. They just saw the wind was blowing in the wrong direction and pretended to jump to the other camp."

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron," Hermione said unhappily, because the situation they were facing was not much more noble than Draco's.

Ron also reacted.

He did not continue to mock, but just sneered a few times and said nothing more.

"Dumbledore didn't arrange for anyone?" Harry asked.

"No, I think this has something to do with Snape." Owen glanced at Hermione, "Bad taste—"

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Hermione understood what he meant, and she immediately said softly, "We can't put others in danger. We don't have the power to do so. Let me do it."

Owen's eyes widened, "Seriously?"

"Of course!" Hermione nodded firmly, "It's just pretending to be someone else. It's not like I haven't pretended before."

"Don't—" Owen leaned back a little, "I can't accept it. I was planning to let Harry come, I thought he would definitely be interested in pretending to be Draco."

"I" Harry looked up, and before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Hermione. "If you don't want to do it yourself, you shouldn't let others take risks." She said seriously, "Let me do it. I mean it."

"No." Owen still refused, "If it's you, I might as well do it myself."

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To Owen's surprise, Hermione suddenly became very excited. She stood up suddenly, supported herself on the table with both hands, and shouted, "Absolutely not!"

The scene fell silent, and all the young wizards in the auditorium looked over here.

Harry and Ron, as well as Ginny and Neville beside them, all looked at Hermione with strange eyes.

"Oh -" Hermione faltered, blushing slightly and then said, "You know what I mean - I mean I can protect myself, not... nor... I - anyway, you can't become like Malfoy."

Oh my God - Malfoy had been pretending to be Owen for several months, and she almost caught him several times. She was shocked when she learned the truth at the entrance of the principal's office yesterday.

But despite being shocked, I secretly felt that it made some sense.

How could she not see what Malfoy was thinking? She was not a fool.

That's why Owen can't pretend to be him. If the two of them switch identities back and forth, who knows what strange things might come out.

Anyway, the girl's mind was stirring wildly at this moment, and all kinds of strange things appeared in Hermione's little head.

As for Irving, he was destined not to understand.

He was confused by Hermione's strong objection to his pretending to be Draco.

"Then you can't either." Although Owen didn't understand why Hermione was so opposed, he agreed and opposed her pretending to be Draco. Just kidding, that was Polyjuice Potion. If she had transformed into another girl, it would be fine, but Draco - a boy! Unless he was crazy, he would agree.

He and Hermione were in a stalemate.

At this time, Harry whispered, "Otherwise, let me do it."

"Okay, no problem, come on." As he said that, Owen quickly handed all the Polyjuice Potion and hair in his pocket to Harry.

Then he looked at Hermione again, "Look, this time he did it voluntarily, it has nothing to do with me."

"You" the little witch said angrily, "Harry——"

"Needless to say, you are a girl, how can you become a boy - well, the previous time doesn't count." Harry said and suddenly remembered the time in second grade when the three of them pretended to be Owen.

I was young at that time and didn’t realize the difference between men and women.

Young wizards usually begin to fall in love for the first time after the fourth grade.

But now - he certainly couldn't let Hermione pretend to be a man.

"I'm just pretending to be Malfoy. He's not the main target of the Death Eaters. Maybe pretending to be him is a form of protection."

Then, Harry put all the hair in his hand into the muddy liquid. As soon as the hair touched the surface of the liquid, the potion began to bubble and smoke, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a somewhat turbid light golden color.

"It's better than I thought," said Harry.

The flavor of the Polyjuice Potion is mainly related to the person being transformed.

The more twisted a person is, the more disgusting and weird the potion tastes. Harry originally thought that Malfoy's potion must be a black sticky substance that smells like a sewer, but now it is just a turbid light golden color and smells like wet vines. This is completely beyond his expectations.