I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 172 Listen!That is the prelude to death!
Nick was still in a daze.

His body suspended in the air turned from red to white, and then became more and more transparent.

until it is about to disappear.

Harry stared blankly at the figure floating on the water stains in front of him.

He almost thought the ghost of Gryffindor was leaving them forever.

Until Nick's thin body solidified again.

He was relieved.

Then he glanced at Owen without leaving a trace.

The horror of this guy once again startled Harry.

Owen almost talked a ghost to death, which is terrible, you know, Nick has been in the castle for at least 500 years.

He passed the 500th anniversary of his death just last year.

And Sirius was contemplating, his lonely figure melting into the darkness where no five fingers could be seen.

He knew that the story of the little devil was not just for that ghost.

Harry was too young, and the two redheads, probably Weasleys, weren't very old.

They cannot comprehend the horror contained in this story.

It is not just a history full of conspiracy and betrayal, but also a sealed man-eating demon.

What's even more frightening is that he actually identifies with the devil in the slightest.

Would the world be different if the wizards were more united?
Suddenly, the dog godfather was taken aback by the thought that popped into his mind.

His gray eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's a joke, a big joke." Gryffindor, known for his bravery, actually hid his face and wanted to cry.

It's just the body of the soul, and it doesn't make him really cry.

But the sadness on his face could not be stopped.

Although there are no tears on my cheeks, my heart is bleeding.

Then he said in a mechanical, numb and unwavering tone like an automatic question answering machine: "A creature that is a disaster for ghosts has popped up all over the world."

"What creature?"

Nick didn't answer Owen's question head-on, but talked about something else: "If a ghost is a wizard whose body dies but whose soul remains, then there is still a creature in this world whose soul dies but whose body survives."

"???"

"There is such a creature?" Owen looked at him with very surprised eyes.

"Monsters that only existed in Greece. 'Fantastic creatures' born of death," Nick continued. "Someone has been controlling the news, causing the soulless monsters to attack many Muggle villages and lonely wizards. Neither did the Ministry of Magic."

"I originally thought that Sirius, who had escaped from Azkaban, which had been occupied by monsters, would have some latest news, but—"

he.
Quietly drifting towards the outside of the gate.

The whole ghost exudes an indescribable sense of loneliness from top to bottom.

In front of the dim gatehouse, the darkness joyfully embraced him.

In the air, there was an inexplicable rhythm, the ancient gods were whispering, and the gods cast their gaze.

Only to celebrate a good man pouring into darkness.only happy

"That's all I know."

He disappeared in front of the bathroom.

Darkness consumed him.

Only a shrill voice could be heard in the faint wind.

I'm a joke.

"Well, his Dao heart is broken. I don't know if the ghost will dissipate due to a huge mental blow? Or feel desperate for this world and choose to go on again?" Owen muttered to himself. He suddenly found that he seemed to be There is one more experimental observation object.

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"Are you a devil?" George couldn't help but roared.

That's their Gryffindor ghost.

And - the wizards of the past were terrible.

This world is too dark, black!black! ! !
Harry also had a deep understanding. After Owen's rambling narration, his attitude towards Sirius changed slightly.

Owen uncovers a 500-year-old secret.

It's full of intrigue and trickery.

What about Sirius?

Maybe, it was really the conspiracy called Peter?

But he would hide in Ron's house in the form of a mouse for more than ten years.This is so unbelievable.Does such a person really exist in the world?
In order to cover up his crimes, he turned into a mouse and hid for more than ten years. The most precious ten years of his life were wasted.

Does it really make sense to live like this?

It can be said that Pettigrew Peter's distorted experience is the main reason why Harry expressed doubts about Sirius and Owen's statements.

"How can I be a devil, my dear, I am the chairman of the Hogwarts Student Union!" Owen raised his eyebrows, "Yes! I didn't do anything today, just wasting time by staying with you."

"Okay, I'm going back to my beauty sleep. Goodbye, my stupid Gryffindor!"

After saying that, he turned his head and walked out of Myrtle's bathroom, walking all the way towards the auditorium.

Big thanks to Sirius for the sudden intrusion tonight - because they're going to be sleeping in the auditorium!
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At this moment, the atmosphere in Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England is tense.

Narcissa Malfoy stood outside the door of the study, looking sideways, looking inside.

She knew that the letter from her sister would embarrass her husband very much.

Inside the study is a spacious circular room with luxurious decorations.

It is dominated by dark green and silver, with rich furniture, marble fireplaces and gilt mirrors.

Rows of bookcases are neatly placed with various antique calligraphy and paintings and books, and the desk is covered with a stack of thick newspapers, each of which contains a piece of news about wizards.

A pair of portraits hangs on the wall.They are all male Malfoy family members from past generations.The most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history, Phineas Nigellus Black, hangs in the middle.

Directly above the flower board is a precious crystal chandelier.

Fluorescent lights shone on Lucius Malfoy's gloomy face.

He looked at the flames in the fireplace and remained silent.

He's in a bad mood right now.

It's worry, it's fear, it's entanglement, it's fear.

Negative emotions are intertwined.

Anyway, no one in England was more worried about the Death Eaters escaping from Azkaban than Lucius.

Why didn't they die in Azkaban?
Not so long ago.

Lucius received a message from his wife's sister.Letter from Bella.

—Jesus, a letter from Bella.

Do you know how heartbroken he was when he saw that letter?

But when he opened the letter and understood the content of the letter, he immediately relaxed a little.

At least he didn't let him die directly, or charge forward.

The Death Eaters are creating a conspiracy, and he will be an important part. In short, he is still somewhat useful to Lord Dark Lord now!
Therefore, Xiao Ming can reserve a few days first.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Lucius' angry shouts echoed in the huge living room.

He had too many painful problems.

Why didn't the Death Eaters let him go?Are you all heading towards the sky?
You just sit in your prison and I will continue to be a rich man and a nobleman.

Why do we have to break this perfect world!
The longer Lucius stayed in contact with Owen, or Wenda Rozier, the more Lucius discovered that the Dark Lord's tricks were simply a child's play, and Grindelwald's ruling Muggle trend was the most powerful. Fit for the Malfoy family.

Look at the power he has now.

Fudge was about to step down, Owen had written to tell him early on, and Lucius immediately made two-handed preparations.

Whether it's Barty Crouch, who may make a comeback, or Rufus Scrimgeour, who is vaguely replacing Fudge.

He hedged his bet.

His British wizarding personal insurance company has never been advertised in the newspapers, but the invisible influence is huge!
Especially in these chaotic times these days.

Their family's business has grown exponentially. He just opened a branch in Paris this month.

Two possible candidates are courting him.

This is something the Malfoy family has never had in nearly a hundred years.

In the previous Ministry of Magic, instead of using money to clear the way, they pitifully took the initiative to seek 'cooperation'.

This time the two major candidates took turns serving him, which was unprecedented.

And the source of all this is due to the guidance of Owen and Wenda after a certain time.

After staying with the Death Eaters—that group of lunatics for a long time, suddenly the assistants around him became normal. This feeling of madness was coming to an end before he savored it carefully.

This is why Lucius is so troubled.

On the one hand, his body is still engraved with the Dark Lord's symbol, and on the other hand, his soul has long been in the arms of Grindelwald.

"What should we do?" He raised his head and asked only those portraits, hoping that his ancestors could give him some inspiration.

But at this moment, a beautiful black long-eared owl suddenly flew in from the window, interrupting his thinking.

"Damn it!" Lucius yelled in disgust.

Could it be that all the house elves in the family were dead? He actually let the owl fly directly into his study.

Lucius drew his wand out, ready to make the reckless owl pay in blood.

But in the next second, he stopped suddenly.

He saw the mark on the owl, which was from Hogwarts.

Especially the eye-catching three sacred symbols.

Immediately, he put away his wand.

Going over, he took off the letter paper on the owl's feet and unfolded it. The handwriting on it was very beautiful and elegant, and the words were very advanced. It looked like an upper-class wizard who had received a good aristocratic education.

This made Lucius very comfortable.

Yes!

To deal with him, he should be an upper-class noble wizard who can write such handwriting!
Why does he always have to hang out with a bunch of street rats who now have to hide in the sewers?

It says in the letter.

The other party knew that Lucius had recently received a call from the Death Eaters.

She asked Lucius to cooperate with the other party as much as possible and not to reveal his identity.

After a period of time, the Saints will have a new group of stalkers arrive at his manor, and those are young talents and genius wizards from Europe.

They will be responsible for protecting Him and carrying out the plans of the Saints.

This letter is elegant in diction and gentle in manner.

Lo and behold, this is what it feels like to be organized!The trust that can make great things happen when you are talented!
Look at the Dark Lord again!

Lucius, who felt more and more disgusted with Voldemort, was very enthusiastic. He was ready to sweep the couch and wait for the great Grindelwald to save this wizarding world full of mistakes.

With that said, Lucius threw the letter into the fire.

The flame instantly devoured the letter, and the orange light reflected on his face.

He wondered if he should tell the lady about the Death Eaters' plans.

While the flames in front of him were beating, there was obviously no wind in the living room, but the flames rose up and then shrunk.

Just like Lucius' tangled heart at this moment.

After thinking for a long time, he finally fell silent looking at the fire.

That Mr. Grindelwald is not in England, if the Dark Lord wants to deal with him.
No, the Malfoy family will never really fall for anyone.

They will only gracefully stand behind the winner.

"Phoebe!" he yelled.

The next second, with a bang, a cowardly house elf appeared in the room.

"Here I am, Master." Phoebe said in a high-pitched voice, looking at Lucius Malfoy in horror, afraid that the other party would punish him.

"Get my gown ready, hurry up, I'm going to meet some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic." Lucius paused for a moment, and continued, "Prepare some gifts, but they don't need to be too expensive."

Now Lucius, who holds the entire wizard insurance business in his hands, has a particularly tough waist.

He no longer needs to use Gold Gallon to clear the way, because from now on, his name will far exceed those vulgar gold!
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for the rest of the time.

The castle once again fell into silence.

The hot mood of the little wizards calmed down.

The professors searched for Sirius all day and found nothing.

There were a few who were hiding in corners, doing things that men and women couldn't suppress their hormones, and were caught by Teacher Mew.

And then—Owen was out of luck.

Teacher Meow said that he is the chairman of the student union, and he is obliged to order the little wizards to correct their bad habits.

Then Owen got another job in addition to his busy schedule.

"You~~~ What kind of look do you have! Your hair is past your ears! You look like a hooligan, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor, cut it for me quickly, immediately!"

"Is that how you wear your school uniform? Who allowed you to shorten your skirt without permission! Points deducted! Five points deducted for Slytherin!"

"The student union checked the dormitory, huh? Why is there rubbish in the trash can in your dormitory! The quilt is not folded! There are still things on the table! Deduct points! Deduct five points from Ravenclaw!"

"From now on, no one is allowed to talk when eating in the auditorium! Just eat when you eat, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

"You~ tie up your hair! No shawls are allowed! Natural and fluffy ones are not acceptable either, what are you looking at, Gryffindor wants to deduct points!"

"You~ dye my hair back to black! Who told you to dye your hair platinum! Look at you, you have a sign of apocalypse at a young age! What does this mean! Why don't you hurry up and dye it back for me !”

"You~ what are you looking at! Pick off the carrots from your ears! Change them to these, the earrings of vetiver and iris! I brought them back from Paris, how beautiful are they! Cough cough - five points for Ravenclaw ! Uh-huh - you are the most obedient! Compared to them."

"Hey~ you two! The school is not allowed to have a canteen! Cough—I seem to have a commission, right! That—these things are good for learning, and I license you to sell them in the school!"

"The school doesn't allow dating! If you say no, don't allow it! If you talk about it, give me a share! If I find out, I will call the parents directly! Penalty to write a [-]-inch self-criticism!"

After a week of strong rectification by Irving.

Hogwarts creatively came up with something like early reading.

What morning jogging and exercises between classes are all on!

Eye exercises and self-study at night cannot be missed.

In short, only a week later, in the eyes of the little Hogwarts wizards, Owen was infinitely close to the pink toad in the fifth grade.

With his nonsense, the conflicts between the four colleges have been reduced a lot.

Because everyone is secretly greeting him.

Of course, Owen, who just gave Hogwarts a little shock of Ming Dynasty, was strangled to death by Mr. Meow just as soon as he got excited!
After that, Professor McGonagall never mentioned letting him manage the little wizard again!
hehe o(*￣︶￣*)o
As for Sirius~~~
Owen said long ago that there is a huge magic looking glass in Dumbledore's office, which can see all places in the castle.

As if the old headmaster couldn't find the godfather of dogs.

joke.

The next day he was invited to the principal's office for tea.

I don't know what Dumbledore and Sirius talked about!
But from Harry's aunt's smile all over his face in the past few days, he knew that it must be a good thing.

This guy has already started thinking about moving out of the Dursleys this summer.

"Gryffindor beat Slytherin, and this year they will lift the Quidditch Cup again!"

November.

A layer of white clothes has been laid on the outside of the castle.

The wind and snow covered the entire mountains and lakes.

After class, Owen was in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, when he bumped into the Hufflepuff grass, Cedric, at the corner.

It goes without saying who the school grass is!

"The main reason is that Harry is too strong. He has been in great shape recently!" Justin walked side by side with Owen, Hannah, and Susan, and couldn't help but sigh after hearing Cedric in front of him.

Harry is indeed gifted at Quidditch!

In the entire Hogwarts, there is probably no little wizard who can surpass him.

There might have been—he glanced at Owen, but—the guy had absolutely no interest in riding on a broomstick.

"Our game against Ravenclaw - I heard they got a new Seeker. She's a pretty girl, and she's good!" Hannah said empathetically.

Slytherin was the Quidditch champion for six years.

Gryffindor wins two consecutive championships!

Hufflepuff hasn't won a Quidditch championship in at least ten years.

Although the little wizards in the Badger Yard were not interested in this, as if they didn't care much about it, but the more they didn't talk about it, the more they looked forward to it in their hearts!
She also glanced at Owen.

In Hannah's heart, Owen is probably the only one who can beat Gryffindor.

"That Qiu Zhang!"

Suddenly, Owen seemed to think of that Asian girl.

Yes, Asian girls.

Whether her home country is Daming is open to question. They don't have a deep relationship with each other, and they haven't asked. He left Hogwarts in the fifth year of Zhou Mu.

When Dumbledore's Army was formed, he was already ready to run away.

Moreover, it is impossible for Hermione and the others to let a Slytherin join Dumbledore's army, isn't it funny?

So, where is that girl from?Indonesia?the Philippines?Japan?

Who knows?

"boom!"

"careful!"

"It's all right, kid!" At the corner of the stairs, a tranced Owen collided heavily with Professor Trelawney.

She looked as if she had just come back from the kitchen, and she smelled of Shirley all over her body~
"Huh? Professor Trelawney?" Owen turned around and happened to see the professor with thick glasses and countless chains and beads hanging around his neck, who was so crazy that he couldn't even stand upright.

"Oh! It's you!" Professor Trelawney glanced at Owen with her big watery eyes, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey! Professor, don't go!"

When meeting Harry Potter's only causal weapon, Professor Trelawney, how could Owen let her leave so easily?
"Professor, have you made any predictions recently?"

He held the professor's hand, and then asked earnestly.

"No children! All the symptoms are very vague recently, and I can't see anything clearly." Professor Trelawney murmured in her signature, vague, low and long voice: "I'm tired ,child."

"Don't mind! Professor, death, big dog, spider, black cloud, you have to come!" Owen followed behind him, and continued to ramble, "Professor, I have been having nightmares recently. I dreamed that someone was going to kill me. , You said, is this an omen."

"No! You should rest earlier!" Professor Trelawney said impatiently.

She wanted to break free from Owen's hand, but she staggered, and within a few steps, she was about to fall, and the freed arm would be supported by Owen again.

"No, professor, my dream is real. Look at my seal, take a closer look! Are your eyes dull, and there is a shadow between your brows?" He continued to disgust Terry with a coquettish voice. Professor Lawney.

"You—" Xu was annoyed by Owen.

Professor Trelawney turned her head and stared at him fiercely with her big watery eyes, about to reprimand him.

But when she looked at Owen's playful eyes, she was suddenly taken aback.

This.
If you drink too much.

Perhaps, probably, possibly, there were clear signs on the child's face.

Signs of premature death.

A sign of weakness.

Signs of premature death.

In short, if it wasn't for Owen standing in front of her alive, she would have wondered if the child in front of her was an infernal corpse, or something dead had come back to life.

This face is full of signs of death!

And, strangely enough, there are some, supposedly only babies who die prematurely that show signs of that.

Owen stared wide-eyed, thinking that this kind of person has no fighting ability, no weight in words, no status in the school, and he is the professor of an old liar. Really interesting.
It's a pity he can't use this trick on Wenda.

Just when he was in a trance, something happened suddenly, and he saw Professor Trelawney in front of him seemed to be a different person. She leaned against the wall, her body was stiff, her eyes were loose, and her chin drooped.

Owen's heart suddenly skipped a beat—Director Gordon is not here!

I won't trigger her passive skills!
The cold wind blew outside the castle, and Owen could hear a whistling sound in his ears.

In the dark, long and narrow corridor, the atmosphere seemed to be a little strange.

Professor Trelawney stood in front of him, her body trembling slightly, her eyes began to move, and she looked as if something was happening.

(End of this chapter)