I, Hogwarts Second Week

A small metal box gradually drooped from the ceiling of the classroom.

There was a camera at the front, and as a projected light came out, many strange images of alchemical creations suddenly appeared in the classroom.

"Wow!"

The classroom was full of wow sounds.

It looked like Owen's photo pocket watch, but what Victor kept were virtual images of various magic props.

"It's not necessary, or you don't know at all!" There was a look of disdain in Koyatel's eyes.

Her face is cold and beautiful, her nose is high, her lips are pursed, and her words and deeds almost overflow with arrogance and indifference.

"Ancient magic will only bloom in the bodies of wizards who inherit the will of the gods." She looked at Victor with disdain, looking at his body roughly with her eyes.

His body was mutilated.

The look in Koyatel's eyes made it very clear that the gods would not look down on a body like yours.

The gods don't care about your broken body at all. What qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here, as if you know a lot about ancient magic.

Speaking of which, Owen was also curious. This was not Piltover. He could have used magic potion to heal himself.

Even some damage caused by dark magic, like Moody's, may be replaced by magical prosthetics.

There was absolutely no need for Victor to stay like this.

But - what about the Witch of Ilvermorny?

Is the brain completely underdeveloped or the level of development is slightly variable.

At first glance, the face that everyone around owed her a hundred galleons might seem cold, but after a while, he just wanted to beat her!

I, Owen Sanchez, have never seen anyone so arrogant in the wizarding world!

Stealing all the limelight from my brother!

Immediately, while returning to his seat from the lectern, he raised his voice in a joking voice and said, "Wow! You are right! You are right!"

In fact, there are no seats in the classroom at all.

The deformed circular steps in the classroom became the seat of the little wizard.

"So who made you bloom?" He stared with innocent eyes, leaning on his legs with his right hand to support his cheek, and glanced at her.

"What did you say?"

A certain boy's pun, of course, Koyatel immediately recognized it.

Her eyes were sharp, and if this wasn't in class, Owen had no doubt that she would immediately throw a curse at him.

"Huh? It turns out you are disabled too!" Owen looked at her in pretended surprise, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were deaf-mute. I sincerely apologize to you, I'm sorry!"

His round gray eyes looked at her sincerely, and his tone was full of apology.

But the shameless Witch of Ilvermorny did not accept his apology, and instead acted inhumanely.

Owen's pupils reflected light.

It was a dazzling red light that came into being from nothing.

"That's enough!" Victor, who was on crutches, raised his cane and pointed in the air.

Miraculously, the magic spell actually floated into the air.

Then the flashlight that cut through the Acromantula emitted a blazing light, directly shattering the curse.

"If you don't believe what I said, then you shouldn't have been here in the first place!" He frowned and looked at Koyatel with a pale face. "If you think there is someone better than me, then go ask him for advice. .Please don’t delay my class time!”

"It should have been so long ago!" Coatl was not afraid of Victor's eyes at all, "The greatest wizard in alchemy is undoubtedly Mr. Nico Flamel."

"Maybe you should teach according to the textbook." As she said this, she sneered and raised the textbook in her hand. On the title page of the book "Ancient Alchemy Decrypted", the name of the gilded Nick was clearly visible. "At least this will make you look more professional!"

"puff!"

The next second, there was a little wizard in the classroom who couldn't help laughing.

Among the sounds, Hermione's laughter was the most obvious.

Just a minute ago, she was still upset about Professor Victor's cruel dismemberment of an Acromantula, and with a dark face, she planned to have a chat with him after class.

But suddenly, when she saw the textbook in Koyatel's hand, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud along with the little Hogwarts wizards around her.

"Why are you laughing?" Koyatel looked directly at Hermione with cold eyes.

"I'm thinking of something happy, can't I?" Hermione didn't even look at her. She turned around and started copying the complicated formulas on Victor's blackboard again.

In the classroom, the little wizard covered his mouth, and everyone turned their attention to Koyatel and looked at her.

It seemed to her like a mockery.

This made her very uncomfortable.

She always faces others in a condescending manner and is used to imposing her will on others. No one in Ilvermorny dared to look at her like that, but not in Hogwarts.

Even those wizards who knew that it was impossible to defeat her had no respect for her. They laughed at themselves unscrupulously and vaguely.

Hiding in dark corners, waiting for opportunities to steal her ancient magic power.

No no no————

Suddenly, Koyatel pressed his forehead.

There was a heartbreaking pain in her brain.

The pain made her whole body tremble.

The mist suddenly appeared on her face, which was clearly visible to the little wizards around her.

That's sweat stain.

She is nervous.

"It turns out it's just the outside that is strong but the inside is strong!" the twin voices came one after another.

They are interested in what kind of life Victor's machine can transform.

They felt that this should have a broader future.

"And I haven't read a book properly yet," George said.

"Of course, as long as you have normal vision, how can you not find that there is a name under Nick's name." Fred said mockingly.

They were still brooding over what happened on the day the Goblet of Fire dropped their names.

Miss Granger who suddenly attacked us, don't you know she is Gryffindor's treasure?

The twins said they could trade Ron for Miss Granger.

After all, in the Academy War, losing Ron would not have any impact on them at all, but without Miss Granger, they would probably lose.

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Seeing that the atmosphere in the classroom was becoming more and more confrontational, our former Professor Victor used the stunt that Professor McGonagall had asked him to do.

"Okay, if you don't pay enough attention, you will only get a P grade in this course and the final exam!"

Professors' surefire move.

take an exam!

All of a sudden, everyone in the whole class was excited!

Everyone cheered up and sat down, staring at the blackboard.

In today's Hogwarts, it is very shameful to fail the exam. Because the four houses are competing against each other, no one dares to relax. The house with the lowest exam will automatically receive the honorary title of silly Barnabas.

The wizard Barnabas died tragically at the troll's club because he wanted to teach the troll how to dance ballet. His image has been associated with terms such as stupidity and idiot since hundreds of years ago.

The young wizards argued endlessly about which Hogwarts house he graduated from, but no one would admit that he graduated from his own house.

So this has also become one of the ways for colleges to be humiliated if they are at the bottom of the school exam.

The class returned to calm.

After class, most of the little wizards walked out of the classroom with half-smiling smiles.

Originally, Owen planned to talk to Victor about the content of the game. Unfortunately, as soon as he left the classroom door, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

She informed several warriors that according to the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic and the school, Mr. Ollivander would inspect the warriors' wands this afternoon.

At that time, the Warriors will also accept interviews from the media.

As for Owen, Dumbledore has invited him.

In fact, Irving has known about this for a long time, because the sales of "The Quibbler" have increased significantly this year, and the sponsorship fees he can afford have also increased hugely.

For the sake of King Galleon, the Ministry of Magic had to hold its nose and allow the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler to jointly interview the young wizard.

The interviewer of "The Quibbler" is naturally Luna.

She had told Owen about this a few days ago.

After lunch, Hermione and Fleur, who had no classes in the afternoon, went to the Gryffindor common room for a while, and then agreed that Owen and Colin Luna would come to the room on the second floor early to wait.

Mainly responsible for taking photos and writing articles. After all, this is a good opportunity to promote Hogwarts. If Luna were to write the article, who knows what she would write.

So this matter naturally fell on the head of the great student body president of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore arranged it himself.

This is a good time to promote the school. Although the old principal does not seek fame or profit, he is more active than anyone else in making Hogwarts famous.

Empty classroom on the second floor.

When Owen and Luna entered, someone was already inside.

This is a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large open space in the middle.

There are three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desks were several chairs, where Fleur and Hermione were already sitting.

The two of them were muttering something in a low voice, and their long silver hair shone with a dazzling luster in the sunlight. After seeing Owen come in, Fleur's face suddenly showed a playful smile, and her eyes moved back and forth from Owen to Hermione.

Miss Granger's cheeks burned again.

Before Cedric and Krum arrived, in front of the desk, Mr. Ludo Bagman was talking to a witch, who was wearing a magenta robe.

"Ah, Owen, you are here." Seeing Owen—mainly Luna, Bagman's expression froze for an instant, then reluctantly forced a smile and walked over, "Dumbledore has informed me Yes, I heard that you are the main drafter of "The Quibbler" this time."

Mr. Bagman's face darkened, and he whispered in Owen's ear: "If you can, please write more truthful, good and beautiful things. You know, in fact, most people are not interested in conspiracies and the like."

"We will report it truthfully!" Luna grabbed Owen's arm and pulled him to her side. Then she stared at Mr. Bagman with an ethereal voice and scrutinizing eyes: "My dad said, Barty K. Rauch has a group of goblin killers who specialize in cleaning up those who oppose him. I will definitely tell this in the newspaper to the still deceived public."

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't keep goblin killers in captivity!" Mr. Bagman yelled, which is why he hated the Lovegoods. "We don't have that much money! We can't afford to support a bunch of greedy goblins."

"But Hermione's name appears in the Goblet of Fire. There must be a conspiracy." Luna said calmly. She wore a headdress with two rabbit ears and pointed to a notepad in her hand, which had messy words on it. Graffiti, like a comic strip, records many names.

It seemed that those were the 'suspects' she suspected.

Owen even saw Mr. Ludo Bagman's name on it.

In an instant, the face of Mr. Bagman in front of them turned darker.

"That's enough! I don't have time to correct your broken head." He was furious and pointed quickly behind him.

He was furious.

It could also be that the woman behind him was too close.

Mr. Ludo Bagman turned violently, stepped on her shoe, and poked her stomach with his finger.

"Oh, sorry!" He said calmly.

The director of the sports department, he hates all journalists.

"This is Rita Skeeter, a special reporter from the Daily Prophet, responsible for interviewing the Contest."

Owen raised an eyebrow and looked.

That woman—her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, weird curls, which looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-jawed face.

Wearing a pair of jeweled glasses, his fat fingers clutched a crocodile leather handbag.

The nails were two inches long, painted bright red, and looked very strange, like the claws of some kind of animal.

While Owen was observing Rita Skeeter, the other party was also looking at him carefully.

"Maybe you will cooperate to complete the report, maybe you can each do your own thing, whatever! But I want to say, don't use any words that slander the Ministry of Magic. I warn you that the Minister is not very happy recently, so be careful with your words!" After that, he Turn around and walk towards the empty seats in the classroom.

Then he sat down all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, Mr. Bagman, I already understand newspapers and stuff." Owen said happily. He was not Luna, so he wouldn't write those messy things. Moreover, he came with a mission, and his report Mainly promoting the spirit of Hogwarts, "I have read all the newspapers in London and I know this very well."

"Oh~ Really?" Rita Skeeter made a sharp, harsh, greasy sarcastic voice. "I didn't know that little wizards nowadays like reading newspapers so much."

The moment she saw Luna, Rita Skeeter's face didn't look good.

And Irving - it's just a disaster.

The competition was originally her exclusive interview, but now there is a "Quiet", and of course she won't be happy.

"Of course." Owen raised his head and said confidently, "Newspapers, they only cater to readers' prejudices.

I understand those readers of the newspaper.

The readers of the Daily Mirror are people who think they are running the country; the readers of the Guardian are people who think they should be running the country; the readers of The Times are the people who actually run the country; the Daily Mail The readers of the newspaper are the wives of those who govern the country;

The readers of the Financial Times are people who own the country; the readers of the Morning Star are people who want to hand over the country to other countries for governance;

Readers of the Daily Telegraph think the country is being run by someone else..." Owen chuckled. "As for readers of The Sun - oh - readers of The Sun don't care who is running the country, as long as they As long as she has big breasts! "

"British men's favorite way to say hello - Oh! I'm so glad you enjoy reading The Sun too."

"Then do you like it?" Suddenly a voice came from a leisurely voice.

It's Miss Granger.

She couldn't help but giggle when Owen was talking at length about the London newspapers.

She was the only one present who understood what Owen said.

But when he mentioned The Sun, Miss Granger immediately stopped laughing.

His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous gaze was cast directly over him.

"Oh! Miss Granger, you know - I am French, how can I like the things that you British men like?"

Irving looked like he was so wise but sober when everyone else was drunk, and his kind voice continued: "It's like the first and second pages of The Sun, it's the Labor Party campaign ad, and it's the comeback of the Conservative Party.

So I usually turn directly to the third edition. "

"Sanchez!!!" Miss Granger was furious.

Third edition?

The third page had nothing but the naked cover girl.

"Hey - you have such a big reaction, have you seen it too?" Owen raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Oh - you are allowed to see it, but I can't. What's the logic of this?"

"Shut up!" Hermione's face turned red.

Was she going to tell Owen that she saw it in her father's dentist's shop?

As we all know, during the boring time waiting for the doctor, you always need some entertainment to pass the time, and newspapers are the cheapest entertainment. Among them, "The Sun" is deeply loved by the public.

Its sales are several times that of serious newspapers like the Daily Mail.

She just glanced at it accidentally!

Just a few glances!

"Oh! Miss Granger, you are much prettier than those cover girls, so there is no need to be nervous at all!"

Owen looked at Granger who had tied his hair together, leaving only a few pieces of hair on his forehead, and said in admiration.

"I'm just dressed too conservatively."

"Go to hell!" Hermione blushed and glared at him fiercely.

Owen and Hermione were chatting animatedly here.

The wizards over there were very confused, with awkward smiles on their faces.

"Are you French?" At this moment, Rita Skeeter suddenly grasped the key point.

She opened her mouth, revealing three gold teeth. She quickly reached into her crocodile leather handbag and took out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment.

Then she spread the parchment on the velvet-covered desk.

He put the tip of the green quill into his mouth and sucked on it for a while.

Then he placed the pen vertically on the parchment paper, with the quill tube standing on the tip of the pen, trembling slightly.

Then he started writing with flying colors, the tip of the pen gliding across the parchment dexterously.

A title was written above: Shocking! French landing operations.

And up to this point, Owen hadn't said a word.

"Of course - I am a serious old Parisian - a three-color chess player."