I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Huh~" Dumbledore exhaled slightly.

The expression was slightly sad, these children should have had a different path, if he could guide them correctly.

"Okay." He turned his head again.

The sadness on his cheeks disappeared in an instant.

No one noticed, except Grindelwald. ——It seems that he is not doing well either.

Grandpa took in everything.

"I still have to emphasize that this competition will be very difficult. You must prepare early, well - you can definitely prepare some powerful spells." Dumbledore's face regained its smile.

Hermione was suddenly startled.

Because she felt that the professor just blinked at her.

"Okay, warriors need enough sleep. Staying up late is not a good idea."

He smiled and sent all the little wizards out of the small room.

"Oh! By the way, Miss Granger and Mr. Diggory, as warriors you don't have to stay up late in the Great Hall - that's really not good for your health."

"."

The two little wizards were speechless.

But he still walked out of the room stiffly.

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Zhoutian's castle is exceptionally quiet.

After all, the poltergeists were catching up on their sleep.

It was afternoon again, and there were more dizzy daredevils in the auditorium.

"I still want to know, Hermione, how you threw your name into the Goblet of Fire." At the Gryffindor table, George and Fred asked curiously, "Is it Owen? He helped It's your fault, right! I've long seen that you two are having an affair."

"Tell me, where did you go all day yesterday?"

"." Upon hearing this, Miss Granger's cheeks felt slightly uncomfortable, but she still suppressed some kind of touch in her heart, raised her head and said calmly, "First of all, I didn't throw my name into the Goblet of Fire, and I didn't ask for a favor. Anyone, secondly, me and Irving - just friends - enemies, and lastly, yesterday we went to complete the test."

"test?"

"That Weasley test?"

"Well - that's right!" Hermione responded unnaturally.

"Okay! Just keep indulging in that boring treasure game!" Ron interrupted. After being scolded, he no longer believed in the damn Weasley treasure.

"But Hermione, are you sure you can win the championship?" Harry continued, "Dumbledore didn't say that this competition will be very difficult. I think it's better for you to make some preparations."

"I -" Hermione was at a loss for words. Without the woman from Ilvermorny, of course she would have been absolutely confident of winning the game, but now - coupled with last night, Dumbledore's meaningful bombshell to her. Eye.

This made Hermione feel unsure.

Perhaps, her expression was in a daze, and her eyes unconsciously fell on the Hufflepuff bench, where a boy suddenly stood up.

He seemed to have noticed the white-bearded old man walking leisurely on the rostrum.

But before he could say anything, the old man grabbed a handful of fried fennel beans and turned around and left. There was no chance for him to get angry.

Miss Granger, who had a clear view of this scene, rubbed her head, then stood up and walked towards him.

"I'll just say they had an affair!" Upon seeing this, Fred immediately said. "If this is not considered love~"

"Seal the tongue and lock the throat!!"

The next second, an angry voice followed by a gray curse hit Fred on the forehead.

"No, I'll say it again! No!!" Hermione blushed and said without confidence.

Then she quickened her pace and left the Gryffindor bench. Because the looks in the eyes of those guys behind her made her feel uncomfortable.

On the other side, Owen had already stood up angrily and followed him.

Damn old Dengtou, I'm not done with you!

Why should you punish me?

I want to duel with you! ! !

He walked out of the auditorium and reached the spiral staircase, but he still didn't see Dumbledore.

"Damn!!! My legs and feet are so good!"

Owen once again felt deeply about the shameless behavior of the old principal.

If this Hogwarts didn't have me, my friend, it would have been disbanded long ago, and the four major colleges would have gone their separate ways. I have done meritorious service for the castle, I have shed blood for the castle, and you treat me like this?

Is there any humanity left?

Depend on!

I declare once again that Grindelwald has changed his form. Grandpa Grindelwald is his grandpa forever. Little Dumbledore will not buy his conscience with 20,000 galleons!

Go be your grandma! ! !

"Owen?"

Suddenly a soft voice came from behind him.

"What's the matter?" Owen turned around impatiently, and then saw Miss Granger standing in front of him in a tense manner.

Her face was flushed as if she wanted to say something unspeakable.

She lowered her head slightly, not meeting his eyes, and her whole body was indulged in a kind of pink ambiguity that risked love.

"???"

Owen was startled, then a teasing look appeared on his face, "Are you going to confess your love to me?"

"Huh?" Miss Granger didn't react for a moment.

"Although my unplaceable charm is like the sun to the little witch, I personally still hold a conservative attitude in this regard. After all, at this age, study is still the most important thing."

"Confess—confess, you big-headed idiot!" Hermione raised her head suddenly, her cheeks full of crimson and said. "I wanted to ask you if you could teach me some powerful spells."

"Well, that's it?" Owen looked disappointed, "Why don't you give it a try, Miss Granger?"

"What if it works." He looked at Hermione with a joking look on his face. Seeing the blush on her face burning from her cheeks to the roots of her ears, and then her fair neck was dyed red.

Just...very interesting.

"you!!!"

Obviously——

She clearly knew that the annoying guy in front of her was playing tricks on her, but she just couldn't help her heart pounding.

"Will you teach me or not?"

Unable to hide the restlessness in her heart, she had to pretend to be angry.

"Teach!" Owen looked at her, wrapped in the girl's burning gaze, which made him want to pinch her face a little bit.

"Ahem! Well, since I'm here to discuss business, I naturally want to serve God well."

He coughed slightly and his expression immediately returned to normal, "How about I teach you the three basic dueling techniques that are standard in Azkaban?"

"." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "Can you be more serious?"

"Then how about I teach you how to manifest yourself, how to kill people thousands of miles away, without even a drop of blood being stained, and with a divine blade that leaves no trace?"

"Not learn!"

"Then I'll teach you how to fight in close quarters and use my fists and explosive energy to shatter mountains and seas. How about that?"

"Are you interested?" Hermione was ready to give this guy a little Gryffindor shock with a fist pump.

"You stubborn monkey! You don't want to learn this, and you don't want to learn that. Your pocket is cleaner than your face, and you still want to learn magic. Huh! Why don't you stay where you can to cool off!"

Owen waved his hand as if chasing away a kitten.

Hard.

Miss Granger's fist hardened.

She took a deep breath, then smiled sweetly at Owen, and then punched him on the head.

It's a pity that the limp fists and the smile before the fight wasted time.

Owen caught her fist effortlessly.

"What? You said you wanted to have sex for free, and you're still reasonable." He grabbed her hand and hung it in the air.

Her hands were limp, without any strength at all.

I neither want to take it back, nor do I want to continue to have undue thoughts about Owen's head.

Gradually, the atmosphere around him became ambiguous.

Like spilled nectar, sweet and volatile.

At this moment - Miss Granger's mind was very confused. Her mind went blank for a while, and then filled with countless thoughts.

It was like a revolving door, remembering the experiences I had with Owen.

She didn't know why, but his appearance became increasingly blurry in her heart, but an emotion that was hard to let go of became increasingly intense.

In order to delay his blurry appearance.

She wanted to see him no matter where she was.

"Follow up!"

Just as Miss Granger disconnected.

Suddenly she was pulled forward by a force.

The steps started to move involuntarily.

Owen held her hand and ran up the spiral staircase.

The eighth floor of the castle.

Opposite the tapestry of a troll beating Barnabas silly.

The two of them walked into the Room of Requirement one after the other.

Learning magic is just like learning English, you have to find a suitable place.

There are not many suitable places in the castle. If you have to choose a place, then the Room of Requirement is definitely a good place.

Safe - no one will disturb you.

"Hoo! It seems like I haven't been here for a long time." Owen sighed. In the second grade, the Room of Requirement was still his secret base.

During the days when he was cosplaying the witch Lani, Owen often hid here and studied how to play tricks on the little wizard.

In third grade, ever since Hermione learned about this place, it had become her private paradise.

She even lived in the Room of Requirement for a few months last semester!

"etc!"

When they stepped on the corridor on the eighth floor, Hermione's expression became unnatural.

As Owen led her closer and closer to the Room of Requirement, the little witch's expression suddenly became panicked.

"Don't go in."

She grabbed Owen's hand and tried desperately to go back the way she came.

"Um?"

It's a pity that Owen has already stepped in.

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"Oh! My big baby Jeanne!"

There was a mess in front of him.

Manuscripts, cauldrons, parchments, various magic materials, clothes, and a hammock were placed in a mess.

Especially those clothes.

All the messy clothes of the four seasons were placed on the hammock.

He even saw some pink ones

"Ah!" Miss Granger screamed.

She rushed towards him with a flushed face, stood up on tiptoes, spread her hands, and completely covered his sight. "Turn around."

"Turn around quickly!!!" Her cheeks were so red that they could bleed.

The whole person was extremely excited.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Owen smacked his mouth and shook his head at the little witch, "Pay attention to personal hygiene, Miss Granger. This place does not belong to you alone.

There are many people who know the secret here. Fortunately, I saw it. Don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you.

Why? What's that? "

As he spoke, Owen's eyes were suddenly attracted to a table not far away.

Well - it was a piece of white silk personal clothing hanging on the back of the chair next to the table. It looked quite thin and had hollow lace.

Cute yet sexy.

"Oh~~~ So you like this style!" Owen said jokingly, "So, is the serious Miss Granger so restless in her heart?"

"Then-" Hermione was so anxious that she almost cried.

Seeing that the plot is inexplicably developing in the direction of the innocent witch.

She suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and in the midst of her utter shame, Miss Granger came up with a great idea.

First, Hermione did her old trick and aimed an uppercut at Owen's head.

The moment he showed a mocking look, she raised her leg and kicked Owen's calf as fast as a network disk could be downloaded through Thunder.

Someone was instantly deflated.

The pain forced him to subconsciously bend over and rub his legs.

And at the moment Owen's eyes moved from the room to the soles of his feet.

She cast the spell quickly, and vigorous magic flowed into the surroundings like waves.

In just the blink of an eye, the chaotic room takes on a new look.

All the clothes were neatly folded, and those that embarrassed her were buried at the bottom of the manuscript.

"Hiss~~~" Someone was still in pain.

"I didn't buy it, it was." Hermione said intermittently with a red face, "It was given to me by Fleur. She said it was a magic item that could grow up with it."

quiet--

The little witch's head was steaming.

She didn't even know why she had to explain this to Owen.

And it seems that the more I explain, the more shameful I become.

Maybe she didn't want him to leave the impression that she was a frivolous woman!

"Miss Granger -" After rubbing his legs for a long time, Owen finally regained his strength and stood up again.

"I have only one request!" he said.

"What?"

"Change to black! Thank you!"

".Go to hell!" Hermione raised her fist, pretending to smash it.

This time, Owen, who had flexible legs and feet, turned sideways to avoid it.

Then he turned his head and continued to tease her: "Ouch! I thought Miss Granger liked this kind of tone!

Hi! This kind of thing has to be bought by Muggles. Does Victoria's Secret know that wizard products are still too conservative? "

"Look at the girls' uniforms at Hogwarts. If they were placed at the Magic House (Ryukyu), at least the skirts would be shorter!

It’s so eye-catching—er—I mean, it saves money. right! "

"Owen—" Hermione blushed and stared straight at him, a strange light shining in her brown eyes, "Come here."

"You promise not to beat me to death, right?" Owen took a few steps back, "Think I'm stupid! If you don't beat me, my brother's name will be written backwards."

"Hmph!" Miss Granger snorted, raising her proud little head. The way she pouted was surprisingly cute.

This hit dealt real damage.

Owen, who felt like he was under Miss Granger's charm, immediately changed the subject.

"Powerful spell! I know a lot. I-ahem-I'll teach you a simple one first," he said.

Owen said, waving his wand.

The tip of the staff suddenly lit up with fluorescence, and a torrent of pure magic power as thick as a thigh poured out. The huge magic power even made the air restless.

His vision was filled with visions of heat waves.

But actually, it wasn't a heat wave.

Instead, the magic power impacts the air, causing light to refract. This is the famous-Da Vinci-Darwin-uh-Tyndale effect.

"Oh my God!"

As a stone pillar in the distance disappeared as if evaporated, Miss Granger immediately let out an exclamation, and most of the blush on her face disappeared!

"This magic is called: Comet Yazler, you can also call it Soul Torrent."

"This is one of the original spells." Owen put down his wand. Pretending to be calm, he said.

In fact, my head almost reached the ceiling.

On the side, Hermione glanced at him, smiled knowingly, held him in her arms and said, "That's awesome!"

"Of course!" Owen rubbed his nose. This was one of the most powerful spells he had mastered.

Specifically used to deal with, er, the protective spells outside Hogwarts.

"It can directly launch a steady stream of magic shock to objects. As long as it continues, no magic spell can resist it. Once you master it, you can even easily shatter the wizard's soul."

"."

Miss Granger opened her mouth.

This time she was really surprised.

What kind of magic is this?

It was beyond her imagination.

"The so-called source magic refers to a school that explores the origin of magic. Almost all the original spells were summed up by wizards by studying nature.

Origin means tracing back to the source. Most of this kind of magic is very powerful and very difficult to cast.

Unfortunately, many magic spells have been lost in the long river of history with the passage of time.

Only the three major source spells of stargazing remain to this day, namely, the Star Shower, the Soul Torrent, and the Destruction Meteor. "

Owen briefly explained the history of the source. Then he began to demonstrate the strength of these three magics to her.

"Creating Star Rain: Summons a dark nebula in the sky, and within a certain period of time, a majestic star rain falls.

It is said that this is the starting point of magic - the origin that stargazers glimpsed turned into reality, and star amber fell on this land.

Destruction Meteor: Can release twelve dark meteors flying towards the target. Can be charged to increase power.

Legend has it that it was a curse created by stargazers who were inspired by the moment they glimpsed the destruction of a huge star cluster. Staring directly at a meteor, you can see the death of the universe, and at that moment, everything about you will also collapse. "

"This-" Hermione's eyes widened.

She had never heard of these branches of magic.

There may be records of this in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, but it's impossible for her to have read all the books.

"Is this - is this magic? Why is it so different from modern magic spells?" she asked with some horror. The room in front of her was completely unrecognizable. Although she knew that Owen must have weakened the power of the spell, even so, these spells still frightened her.

Subconsciously, Miss Granger moved closer to Owen fearfully.

"Have you read the theory of evolution?" Owen's Frivolous Curse, a powerful repairing spell, began to act on the floor and ceiling.

"I know." Hermione nodded.

"The original wizards had to deal with some powerful, extinct magical creatures. At that time, the survival crisis of mankind was not mankind itself, but external objects."

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