I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 212 Yes, the chaos has begun
"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 slightly provocative eyes, "Maybe you can prove yourself?"

"Put away your boring aggressive tactics," he said.

"If you want to deal with that nasty snot-nosed man yourself, I'd still like to see Hogwarts have the fun of beating up a professor for the first time ever with a little wizard."

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Owen pressed his lips against it, showing a regretful expression on his face. He thought that a reckless guy like Sirius would rush up to Snape for a duel.

Thinking about it, maybe he would have done it more than ten years ago, but now, he probably has learned to be smarter.

"Although I don't want to admit it, the current Snape—Professor, probably is indeed a good person."

"Is he a good man?" Sirius stared wide-eyed, as if he had never known him, and gradually, a strange heat came out of his pupils, like the burning temperature emitted by a flame.

"He, if he's fucking good, James is a saint," he growled. "He's a Death Eater. Dumbledore can believe he's going to change, but I don't believe it! His dark heart can only Pretending to be jealous and ambitious."

"If I were Dumbledore, I would have given him a Death Curse long ago, and it would be my greatest mercy to let him die with dignity."

"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 dedicated half of the prophecy to Voldemort, which led to what happened next, he would definitely go crazy.

According to his temperament, even if he desperately wanted to avenge Harry's father.

At that time, he and Snape would really die.

"How is the conversation between Mr. Auber and you?" Owen changed his voice, and forcefully diverted the topic elsewhere.

"What else?" Sirius sneered, and said with a strong disdainful tone: "All they can do is cover it up, if this matter is known to the public, it will cause unspeakable damage to the authority of the Ministry of Magic —that guy keeps saying that on his lips.”

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

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

"Ok?"

"It's good! If it's not good, why do you cover it up for the Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh! I see." Owen suddenly realized, his eyes were sharp, and a light flashed, "Auber, you have taken all the benefits from the Ministry of Magic to you!"

"." Sirius stared at Owen as if looking at a fool.

"What nonsense 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 comrades who died and were injured are more qualified to be honored than himself.

But the reality is that.

The Ministry of Magic needs to introduce a hero.

in this dark hour.

There is no better story about a hero than Sirius.

One embarked on the road of revenge alone for his best friend, the other was willing to go to prison for 12 years for atonement, a child of a best friend faced danger and resolutely faced those darker Death Eaters again.

Such a story is definitely more realistic than the illusory title of savior on Harry.

People need to see something real.

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

About 12 years ago, he was imprisoned without trial, they have an unshirkable responsibility, and even the first person in charge is still the Minister of Magic now!

That's why the Ministry of Magic has been slow to reopen the trial, yet admits Sirius' innocence.

What they needed was some Sirius, not all.

"Merlin Medal!" Owen shouted shortly, "I always feel that this name will bring misfortune to people~~~"

"He can't even save himself, and he is alone guarding the tower named Avalon, wizard! He really found a good example!"

"Not as good as Gandalf!"

Owen fell into the 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 fabricate many reasons based on his baseless words, so that you can't refute them.

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 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 fair thing.

When you are introverted, it seems that you have won others by introverting, but in fact, you are overdrawing yourself.

You spend twice as long studying, which means yours will age faster than others.

But seeing how enthusiastic she was, he couldn't say it out loud.

Roll it!

It's up to you.

in a period of time afterwards.

Especially after January is over.

Since February, Hogwarts seems to be back on track.

Although the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin is still intensifying, 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 a lot, and the fact that they deducted points from Gryffindor and Slytherin slowly stopped, but Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes also became The two subjects that Gryffindor and Slytherin students love and hate each other the most.

Compared with Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, which were highly differentiated, Hagrid's Protection of Magical Creatures was unexpectedly unanimously hated 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, the legendary senior of Hufflepuff.

At peak times, Harry said, three or four owls could be seen going 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 match was finally held normally.

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

This is a game without any suspense at all.

The players on both sides have been a little slack during this period, and the training time is not too much.

But Harry had 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 easily won the game without any confrontation at all.

This made Wood a little frustrated.

Because all the tactics he prepared urgently in advance were useless.

It was probably the easiest fight he's ever won.

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

as for irving
ok~
Originally, he thought that after Wenda left Hogwarts, his pressure on alchemy would be reduced.

But the replacement of a new professor puts an end to all his hopes of loafing.

Dumbledore himself was the professor of alchemy at Hogwarts.

One class a week.

She fully accepted Wenda's teaching philosophy.

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

A tome of more than 1000 pages!
This is still the result of his deletion of a lot.

But the good thing is that with this book, Owen made it to the front page of "Alchemy Today", an academic journal that belongs to the same publishing house as "Transfiguration Today" for the first time.

Dumbledore told him that the jury might award him this year's award for best contribution to alchemy.

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

The last time they won this award were students from the Far East Daming Academy of Magic.

And he is very likely to be the youngest wizard to receive this award in the past century.

Irving didn't care about these honors.

But the full five thousand bonus made him jealous.

But after being jealous, he became worried again.

Because obviously, after him, as long as he is a young wizard who has chosen alchemy, he will definitely greet his family kindly because of this "Deciphered Ancient Alchemy".

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

More than 1000 pages of textbooks.
No wonder the little wizards who took this course didn't greet him!

"Look!" One morning, hundreds of owls flew over the auditorium, and they sent 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."

"Hehe, they finally remembered after so long." 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 complicated flashing lights.

Everyone is smiling.

It just doesn't come naturally.

"He deserves it," Harry said happily, as if he had won an Order of Merlin.

And the Gryffindors around were all deeply honored, after all, Sirius was a Gryffindor, 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 courier finally arrived?" Owen immediately got up and accepted all the packages.

He reached out and opened one of them casually.

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

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

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

There is a not very high difference in the hem, which is left to everyone's imagination, what kind of beautiful scenery will a girl wearing such a dress show?

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.

"It looks really good!" Owen touched the long skirt, and the silky touch made people unable to put it down.

Then, he stuffed the package to Hannah.

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

Then Hermione's, Ron's, Justin's who waited for the money and was disappointed, the Gemini's, Luna's.

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

"Why did you send 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 return it, thank you, one piece is seventy or eighty Galleons, I am heartbroken." Owen glared at her angrily.

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

Originally, he wanted to give out red envelopes directly like last year.

But Hermione categorically rejected the idea.

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

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

This troubled Owen for a long time.

As the days passed, he suddenly remembered that next year's Triwizard Tournament, the little wizards would not prepare any dresses and the like, thinking about Ron.

Although Owen does not know whether 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 detailed description of the characteristics of each of the little wizards, and then added a thousand Galleons and mailed them to the out-of-the-ordinary clothing store in Diagon Alley.

"Huh~" The little witch snorted softly, and then her eyes gleamed with joy, but she put away her white dress with a forced face.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

But just when the eyes were infatuated, it seemed that some warning mechanism was triggered.

There was a look of panic and fear 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.

They're not puberty yet.
Especially Ron.

This guy still thinks of Hermione as a buddy in his heart.

Otherwise, there would be no world-famous paintings in the third grade, right?

But since it was sent by Owen, 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 had a dejected face at first, but when he heard Owen say that such a dress would cost dozens or hundreds of Galleons, he immediately burst into a smile.

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

But this is also luck in misfortune.

He didn't fall into the pit 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 the shining light and said seriously: "I knew something like this would happen. Dumbledore had thought of it a long time ago."

After Owen's training, Harry has realized that for the news, the really important things are on the last page, and you have to read the newspaper backwards.

British tradition belongs to yes.

As a result, when he just turned the last page, the dense words made people's eyes hurt.And when he finally regained his composure, 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 announced that it had sent additional personnel to patrol the area and arrest criminals. However, some people familiar with the matter broke the news that it was his who actually 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 it through.

"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.

"The truth?" Owen sneered at this.

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

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

"Look, the chaos has just begun!"

Harry and the others left the auditorium worriedly with gifts.

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

Yep, the chaos started.

Faster than anyone would believe.

　It's sunny, and I had a high fever of 40 degrees yesterday evening.

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

　　Throw~ The temperature finally dropped this morning, not much more than 39 degrees 5.

　　My whole body hurts, and my head is like a paste. Fortunately, I have a manuscript, otherwise I really don't know what to do.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)