A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 48 Daily Life
In the next few days, what happened in the flight class spread to the whole school at an extremely fast speed.

Originally, this was just a trivial matter, but as long as any matter was related to the Boy Who Lived, it would attract a lot of attention.

Harry Potter's remarks and actions were known by many people, which made him endorsed and recognized by a large group of young and vigorous little wizards, and gained him a good reputation in various colleges.

That's right, even Slytherin House is similar, after all, bullying is something that everyone except those very few bullies hate.As for the other party's behavior of defending the "Mudblood" friends, it also caused a lot of thought. Slytherin College already has a large number of mixed-race students, and there are also pure-bloods who are not extreme. accept.

As for a small number of people who can't stand it... that's all they can do.Their voices were drowned in the crowd, and they couldn't make much waves.

Well, about the flight lesson, Owen followed Harry Potter to gain a wave of enthusiasm, and Draco, who had conflicts with Harry, became angry-although he was so high-profile that almost everyone knew it, he was maintained by Harry. Hermione also gets more attention, being a minor embellishment to the affair.

Owen laughed it off, but felt inexplicably that this might be an opportunity to ease the years of blood estrangement, as long as Dumbledore could make good use of this opportunity.In this way, Harry's being sorted into Slytherin House may not be a bad thing.

But Owen doesn't have the leisure to intervene in such things now. Before he gains enough strength to protect himself, he'd better focus more on himself.

For the next few days, Harry and Draco almost fell out completely.Draco tried to provoke Harry in different ways, but Harry always regarded him as air and turned a blind eye to what he was doing.

There was another change, and that was in Potions class.

Everything about the flying lesson must have reached Professor Snape's ears. It was hard for Owen to describe how complicated eyes Professor Snape looked at Harry in Potions class that day.

There was an unfathomable expression on that gloomy face all day long. For Snape, who was always good at disguising and closing his heart, it was difficult for Owen to see through his heart.

But it was rare that he didn't try to find fault with Harry again, but let him go lightly. Owen even felt that his tone of voice was not so indifferent—of course, his tongue was still the same, and Gryffindor was still angry. The students almost wanted to vomit blood.

Tsk tsk, it's interesting.

Perhaps Owen's appearance of not taking too much trouble while watching the excitement was too conspicuous, or maybe Professor Snape couldn't understand the raging bonfire he had to light in every class, so Owen became the target of Professor Snape's criticism One, the herbicide potion he brewed was criticized by the other party as worthless...

Fortunately, while criticizing and finding fault, he would also throw out some dry goods in potion science to support his conclusion, which made Owen feel pain and happiness.Although he was so angry at the other party's taunt that he wanted to fly a poker card in his face, but the harvest was much more than usual.

Owen finally knew how difficult Harry's Potions class was.

However, Harry, who was lightly let go, felt uncomfortable after class. He felt that the dean had relaxed his requirements. Is it because he had completely disappointed him?

In this regard, Owen can only say, young man, you should go and see your brain, don't be abused to cause Stockholm Syndrome.

Having said that, Professor Snape really didn't treat Harry special. The story of Harry joining the school Quidditch team in advance was shattered, although Harry, who didn't know it, was only looking forward to joining the school team next year.

In the corridor, Peeves was scribbling on the wall with a big bucket of paint.The red paint spread to the oil painting hanging on the wall, messing up the room, clothes and even the cheeks of the characters in the painting. For a while, the people in the painting covered their faces and screamed and fled, panicked and crowded to the distant painting. box.

"Peeves!" Mr. Filch chased after Peeves with a ferocious and angry face, but he couldn't do anything to him.Mrs. Norris, who was a little fatter, stepped on the wall and jumped up again and again, but she passed through Peeves' body.For the last time, Peeves turned over the paint bucket in his hand with a playful smile, and directly buckled it on the Maine Coon's head.

Peeves flew over with a loud and shrill smile, and when he saw Owen and the others, he still greeted them in a strange voice: "Oh, baby Potter, little angel of justice... oh, and Little Owen is a good teacher, do you need Peeves to help send a few people to the sky for you to save?"

When looking at Owen, the smile on Peeves' face was exaggerated and flattering, but he didn't restrain himself at all from what he said.

Owen didn't care about Peeves' malicious ridicule, and responded lazily with a smile: "Okay, but saving students is not interesting. If you can send a few professors to heaven, I will be very grateful to you."

"Oh, don't underestimate Peeves!" Peeves spun around like a leaking ball, and stuck out his tongue at him with a big mouth, "Peves is omnipotent!" !” Then, he disappeared into the wall.

Owen tilted his head and smiled amusedly, and chanted a cleaning spell to Mrs. Norris, who was painted red all over, until the red knotted hair of the other party became soft, and then withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

He had wanted to say this curse to Mrs. Norris for a long time, but every time he saw its knotted hair, it made him feel uncomfortable, making one wonder if there might be a lot of lice hidden in it... But Filch always It was to prevent someone from casting a spell on his cat.

"No magic in the corridor between classes!" Filch shouted gruffly when he saw Owen's behavior.

"Do you need me to help clean the walls, Mr. Filch?" Owen twirled his wand smoothly on his fingertips, and asked with a gentle smile, as if he was the owner of this place, and the one who cast the spell just now was not the one He does.

"...No need!" Filch picked up his cat, inspected it carefully, and then waved his hands like chasing flies: "Get out! Don't make an exception!"

"Tsk." Owen put his wand back into his pocket with a smile.Melet, who had been sleeping before, poked a small head out of his coat pocket, shook his big ears lightly, glanced at Owen, and then glared fiercely at Mrs. Norris .

Melet hooked Owen's wrist with her long tail, and her golden eyes were sharp: This is mine!

Madam Norris and Melet's eyes met, and her whole body exploded instantly, turning into a big fluffy ball with sparse hair, and tremblingly buried her head.

Melet nodded in satisfaction, glanced sideways at Owen, opened her mouth slightly with a funny expression like a smile, and then slowly retracted it into her pocket.

"Ah, little Melet is so cute." The contented kitten Lizi slipped out by the back of the neck by Owen, put it in the palm of his hand and patted his fur, and his four little paws stretched into plum blossoms, scratching randomly in the air He tried, but couldn't scratch Owen's hand.

After Owen was satisfied, Melet was already a salty cat who had lost her dreams.Well, the smile didn't disappear, it just moved to another face.

It wasn't until after dinner that Owen rubbed his temples with a headache.The potion materials were gathered, and he had to go to Quirrell's office.

(End of this chapter)