I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Sirius!" Harry jumped up immediately, "I have something to tell you, it's about Voldemort's Horcrux."

"I heard it." Sirius walked into their circle, and then looked at Owen frivolously, "I also heard someone saying that I couldn't beat that snot-nosed guy."

"I'm just telling the truth." Owen said without hesitation, and then looked at Sirius with a slightly provocative look, "Maybe you can prove yourself?"

"Stop your boring provocations," he said.

"If you want to deal with that annoying snot-nosed guy, do it yourself. I'd still like to see a little wizard beat up a professor for the first time in the history of Hogwarts."

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Owen pressed his lips against each other with a look of pity on his face. He thought that a reckless man like Sirius would take advantage of him and rush to challenge Snape for a duel.

Thinking about it, maybe he could do it more than ten years ago, but now, he is probably smarter.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Professor Snape is probably a good person now."

"Is he a good man?" Sirius' eyes widened, as if he had never known him before. Gradually, a strange heat came out of his pupils, like the burning temperature exhaled by the beating flames.

"If he is a fucking good person, then James is a saint." He roared, "He is a Death Eater. Dumbledore can believe that he will change his ways, but I never believe it! His dark heart can only Feigning jealousy and ambition.”

"If I were Dumbledore, I would have given him a killing curse long ago so that he could die with dignity. It would be my greatest mercy."

"Stop!" Owen interrupted Sirius's increasingly dangerous speech. He rubbed his head, feeling that he should not bring up this topic.

After all, if Sirius knew that Snape gave half of the prophecy to Voldemort, which led to what happened next, he would definitely go crazy.

According to his temperament, he would avenge Harry's father even if he risked his life.

When the time comes, he and Snape will really fight to the death.

"How was the conversation with you, Mr. Obo?" Owen changed his voice and forcefully directed the topic elsewhere.

"What else can they do?" Sirius said with a sneer on his face and a strong tone of disdain: "All they can do is cover it up. If this matter becomes known to the public, it will cause untold damage to the authority of the Ministry of Magic. ——That guy always keeps saying this."

"He expected me to remain silent on the matter."

"Then what? What are the benefits?" Owen asked curiously.

"Um?"

"What a benefit! Why should you cover it up for the Ministry of Magic if there is no benefit?"

"Oh! I know." Owen suddenly understood. His sharp eyes flashed with light, "That boy Ober, you must have taken all the benefits given to you by the Ministry of Magic!"

"." Sirius stared at Owen as if he were a fool.

"What are you talking about?"

"Is it really no good?"

"They promised to give me an Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of my contribution to the First Wizarding War." Ridicule seemed to have become his true nature.

When he spat out the Medal of Merlin, there was no trace of enthusiasm in his tone, instead it was filled with disgust and disdain.

Owen could probably understand his complicated feelings.

He may still be blaming himself, thinking that those dead and injured comrades are more worthy of glory than himself.

But that's the reality.

The Ministry of Magic needs to launch a hero.

In this dark moment.

There is no better story about a hero than Sirius.

One embarks on the road of revenge alone for his best friend, one is willing to go to prison for twelve years in order to atone for his sins, and one is determined to face the darkness again, those Death Eaters who are better than before when his best friend's child encounters danger.

Such a story is definitely more realistic than Harry's illusory savior title.

People need to see something real.

Of course, Sirius carries with him the original sin of the Ministry of Magic.

Regarding his imprisonment without trial twelve years ago, they have an unshirkable responsibility. Even the first person in charge is still the Minister of Magic!

This is why the Ministry of Magic has been reluctant to reopen the trial, but admitted that Sirius was not guilty.

They wanted part of Sirius but not all of him.

"The Order of Merlin!" Owen exclaimed, "I always feel that this name will bring misfortune to people~~~"

"He couldn't even save himself, and he was alone guarding the tower called Avalon. Wizard! He really set a good example!"

"Not as good as Gandalf!"

Owen fell into daily chatter again.

Everyone can see it.

He always talks to himself like this, saying things that only he can understand.

Just like Luna.

But he can also make up many truths based on his baseless words, which you can't refute.

After a while, Professor McGonagall came over.

She whispered a few words in Sirius's ear and then left the auditorium with him.

Everyone who had eaten dinner also dispersed.

Hermione borrowed the time turner from Owen, and she didn't know where the little witch was going to get involved secretly.

In fact, Owen wanted to tell her that time is a very fair thing.

When you roll inward, it seems that you are winning over others, but in fact, you are overdrawing yourself.

You spend twice as much time learning, which means you age faster than others.

But seeing how enthusiastic she was, he couldn't say anything.

Roll it up!

Forget it.

for some time afterwards.

Especially after January is over.

Since February, Hogwarts seems to be back on track.

Although the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin continues to intensify, the professors seem to have expected it.

With the intervention of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, the castle strengthened its management, and neither the Lion Court nor the Snake Court found an opportunity for large-scale group fights.

Of course, conflicts continue.

As time went by, Snape and Sirius also restrained themselves a lot, and their deducting points from Gryffindor and Slytherin gradually stopped, but the Potions class and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class also became Gryffindor and Slytherin students love and hate each other's two classes the most.

Compared with the highly differentiated Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class was unexpectedly disliked by everyone.

Under the influence of Sirocco and Bakar, Hagrid became more and more interested in studying how to combine two unrelated magical animals to give birth to strange offspring.

In this regard, he also wrote many letters to Mr. Newt, Hufflepuff's legendary senior student.

At its peak, Harry said, three or four owls could be seen traveling to and from Hagrid's hut every day.

Finally, the time came to the end of February, and on the last day of the month, the Quidditch game was finally held normally.

According to tradition, it must be Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

This is a game without any suspense at all.

Players on both sides have been a little slack during this period, and they haven't spent much time training.

But Harry has a Firebolt.

The Firebolt, which can reach speeds of 250 miles per hour, can leave all broomsticks behind.

Coupled with Harry's unparalleled skills and courage, he won the game easily, without any confrontation at all.

This made Wood a little frustrated.

Because all the tactics he had prepared urgently in advance were not used.

This was probably the easiest game he had ever won.

The Weasley twins happily expressed that with Harry having the Firebolt, their Gryffindor would be invincible.

As for Irving

Okay~

Originally, he thought that after Wenda left Hogwarts, he would be less stressed in alchemy.

But the arrival of a new professor dashed all his hopes of slacking off.

Dumbledore himself became the Alchemy Professor at Hogwarts.

One class per week.

Fully accepted Wenda’s teaching philosophy.

"Ancient Alchemy Deciphered" that Owen helped translate officially became their textbook.

A masterpiece of more than a thousand pages!

This is the result of him deleting a lot.

But the good thing is that with this book, Irving appeared on the front page of "Alchemy Today" for the first time, a more academic journal owned by the same publisher as "Transfiguration Today".

Dumbledore told him that the jury might award him the award for best alchemical contribution this year.

You must know that because the wizarding world has not seen an outstanding alchemy genius for many years, this award has been in vain for more than ten years.

The last time someone won this award was a student from the Far East Daming Magic Academy.

And he is probably the youngest wizard to win this award in the past century.

Owen doesn't care about these honors.

But the full five thousand bonus made him jealous.

But after he became jealous, he became worried again.

Because it is obvious that after him, any young wizard who has taken alchemy as an elective will definitely greet his family cordially because of this "Ancient Alchemy Decryption".

Moreover, in the English-speaking world, in addition to Hogwarts, there are several magic schools. As time goes by, his book is likely to become a common textbook for those schools.

A textbook with over a thousand pages.

It would be strange if those young wizards who took this course did not greet him!

"Look!" One morning, hundreds of owls flew over the auditorium, delivering various letters.

Harry grabbed a copy of the Daily Prophet and shouted, "The Wizengamot - the Supreme Wizarding Court has pronounced its verdict on Sirius' case."

"Haha, they finally remembered after such a long time." Ron mocked. Then I saw the huge photo in the newspaper.

In the picture, the Minister of Magic, Barty Cratchit, has a cold face, holding the hand of Sirius, who also has a cold face. A witch wearing a purple robe with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on her left chest will A green ribbon and a gold medal engraved with a sword and a wand were handed into Sirius's hands.

Then the surroundings suddenly lit up with complicated flashing lights.

Everyone is smiling.

It's just not that natural.

"He deserves it." Harry said happily, as if he had received a Medal of Merlin.

The Gryffindors around him were all deeply honored. After all, Sirius was a Gryffindor and of course they were happy.

This is in stark contrast to the gloomy Slytherins.

"I don't know what Sirius compromised." Owen said quietly, and then suddenly more than a dozen packages were thrown on top of his head.

Fortunately, Hannah had quick eyes and quick hands. She flicked her wand and hovered the packages above his head.

"Wow! Has my express delivery finally arrived?" Owen stood up immediately and collected all the packages.

He reached out and opened one of them at random.

The package looked black and dirty, but contained a delicate box.

Owen took out his wand, pointed it at the box and recited the transformation spell. Gray magic caressed the surface of the box, and it opened instantly, revealing the items inside.

Well - it was a long blue dress, inlaid with various gems and pearls.

The hem has a not very high point difference, which leaves everyone to wonder, what kind of beautiful scenery will a girl wearing such a dress reveal?

Underneath the dress was a pair of crystal-like high heels. They looked sparkling, alluding to the Milky Way, but they were soft to the touch, and I didn't know what material they were made of.

"The effect looks very good!" Owen touched the long skirt, and the silk-like touch made people fall in love with it.

Then, he handed the package to Hannah.

"This is yours." Then he handed another package with an H on it to Harry.

Then came Hermione's, Ron's, Justin's who was waiting to receive the money but was disappointed, the Gemini's, and Luna's.

In short, the dozen or so packages on the soles of his feet were quickly scattered by him.

"Why did you give us these?"

Hannah quickly put the package away.

And Hermione wanted to ask why.

Luna was the quietest, seeming to be studying the origins of the sparkling Baker jewelry on his dress.

"No, you can exchange it. Thank you. One piece costs seventy or eighty Galleons. My heart bleeds." Owen glared at her angrily.

During this time, he thought about it, but he didn't know what Christmas gifts to give the little wizards.

Originally, he was thinking of giving out red envelopes directly like last year.

But Hermione sternly rejected the idea.

There is no custom of giving red envelopes in the UK. Even if people give very cheap gifts at Christmas, they will not give money directly, because this will give people a very bad feeling, that is, you don’t care about the friendship of your friends, and give Money is a very frivolous and arrogant behavior.

So this year he has to give something in kind no matter what.

This has troubled Owen for a long time.

The days simply passed by, and suddenly he remembered that for next year's Triwizard Tournament, the little wizards would not prepare any dresses or anything like that, thinking about Ron.

Although Irving doesn't know if there will be this event next year.

But he finally had something to give.

Then he bought some Muggle dress design magazines from London, and then wrote a bunch of details about the characteristics of each of the little wizards, and then mailed them to the Extraordinary Clothing Store in Diagon Alley plus a thousand galleons.

"Hmph~" the little witch snorted softly, then her eyes shone with joy, but her face pretended to be calm as she put away her white dress.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

But just when his eyes were fascinated, it seemed as if some warning mechanism was triggered.

A look of panic and fear appeared on his face.

Then she immediately lowered her head. The pumpkin porridge in front of her seemed to have endless mysteries, and she was deeply involved in it.

As for Harry and Ron, their reactions were a little too bland.

These two guys haven't reached puberty yet.

Especially Ron.

This guy still considers Hermione his best friend.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be world-famous paintings in the third grade, right?

But since it was given by Irving, they didn't dare to say anything.

When the Triwizard Tournament is held next year, they will know that their old father's love has been heavy from the beginning.

As for Justin.

This guy's face was full of frustration at first, but as soon as he heard Owen say that such a dress would cost dozens or hundreds of galleons, his face immediately lit up with a smile.

Perhaps it was Owen's fault. This innocent young man seemed to have been led astray by him, and his mind was all about money.

But this is also a blessing in misfortune.

He did not fall into the trap of black magic.

"Look here." Harry, who was not picky about his clothes, quickly returned his mind to the Daily Prophet.

He pointed to a photo at the end of Ming Dynasty and said seriously: "I knew something like this would happen. Dumbledore had already thought of it."

After Owen's training, Harry has understood that when it comes to news, the really important things are on the last page, and he has to read the newspaper backwards.

The British tradition belongs to yes.

As a result, when he just turned to the last page, the densely packed words made his eyes hurt. And when he finally recovered, there was a photo that was only half the size of a palm. It caught Harry's attention straight away.

The photo shows a dead wizard and a dilapidated house.

"A Highlander in Newcastle was attacked by Death Eaters, and the wizard Joseph died on the spot. The Ministry of Magic claimed that it had sent extra personnel to patrol the area and arrest the criminals. However, an insider revealed that it was his man who really killed Mr. Joseph. Neighbor Northamban, they had a quarrel, and then a duel broke out in the courtyard. Northamban used the killing curse to kill Mr. Joseph and disguised the scene."

Hermione snatched the newspaper from Harry's hand and read through it.

"Oh my god! How could someone use the killing curse in a duel?" Hearing this, Hannah looked frightened, then turned to look at Owen, inexplicably calmer again.

Um - there are people who know how to use the killing curse in a duel.

"Owen, what do you think the truth will be?" Hermione put down the newspaper and looked at him worriedly.

"Truth?" Owen scoffed.

"Does the truth matter at this point?" he said.

"The public will only believe what they believe in. Do you think it's the Death Eaters far away that scare them? Or is it the gentleman named Northamban next door who scares them more?"

"Look, the chaos has just begun!"

Harry and the others left the auditorium worriedly with their gifts.

The confusion on the face symbolizes the same confusion among people at the moment.

Yes, chaos begins.

Faster than anyone thought.

The sun is rising. I had a high fever of 40 degrees yesterday.

My mind is filled with the dream of a puppy winning the S13 championship one against five.

Damn~ The temperature finally dropped this morning, no more than 39 degrees 5.

My whole body hurts, and my head feels like paste. Fortunately, I saved my manuscript, otherwise I really don’t know what to do.