I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 233 From now on, everyone will know your name.

Under the blessing of ancient magic.

The vanishing spell cast by Owen did not make the object disappear with a 'snap' like a normal wizard.

His vanishing spell seemed to create a space-time gap.

The brilliance of the flames, the golden flowing water.

Like the undercurrent vortex of the sea, it revolves around that gap, getting faster and closer, and getting closer.

In the end, Wanliu returned to the sea, and the second sun appeared in the sky, and slowly began to be swallowed by the black hole.

Looking spectacular, in fact, the speed of black hole devouring is extremely fast.

Almost in the blink of an eye, everything was settled.

"Look~~~"

All over the sky, only some dust is still blocking the sun.

"It's that simple."

Seeing Owen's face full of smiles, Miss Granger was half dead with anger.

But it also made her finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With his nerves relaxed, he soon felt an unusual sense of fatigue coming from his head.

The mental fatigue caused by forcibly casting spells made her almost unable to open her eyes.The consciousness that was barely propped up did not last long, and soon after a whirlwind, she completely passed out.

And there was also a large group of young Hogwarts wizards who also fell to the ground.

The situation of Harry and Ron may not be much better.

The surrounding Aurors finally gathered around.

When everyone involved is exhausted.

The riot was finally over.

Countless people were silent.

Shock written on his face.

They all know that this is the beginning of fermentation.

Soon what happened here will spread throughout Europe, and even the world.

Hogwarts is about to become famous!

The little wizard fell into a coma until the afternoon before waking up.

It had never been so quiet in the Black family tent.

"I thought you were going to sleep until the end of the game"

From the spiral staircase, Harry, who was slowing down step by step, had a sad face.

He rubbed his head, his eyelids seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

"I should sleep again," he said.

Then he moved his steps, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to the kitchen, picked up the water glass, and took a big sip.

"Sleep! I will burn the process and results of the game to you."

Owen, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, said lightly.

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Having been in contact with Owen for a long time, Harry certainly knew what it meant to be burned to him.

"I'm fine and healthy!"

"By the way, what about Sirius and the others?" Looking around.

The empty living room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground.

This is clearly abnormal.

"What do you think?" Owen glanced at him, "Although your lava monster is big and mighty, and even though it lasted for only a dozen seconds, the trouble it caused was not small at all, just like a normal size monster. almost."

"The people at the Ministry of Magic were all busy. It took a lot of effort to calm down the group of Americans and Bulgarians. Who do you think will clean up the mess after that?"

"As for Sirius, he was called away by Dumbledore."

"We are counterattacking in self-defense." At this time, another voice came.

It's Ron.

With his messy hair, he followed the same pace as Harry.

It's all step by step.

"Dumbledore?" Harry sat on a chair in the kitchen. "He's coming too?"

"Nonsense, there's a fight between a few colleges, will the principal not come?" Owen rolled his eyes at him.

"Not only Dumbledore, but also the headmasters of other magic schools are here. Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang."

"After all, they are in the UK."

It seems that the semifinals competition in the second half of the semester is a certainty.

And after this fight, not only will it not cancel the competition, but it will increase their willingness to participate.

After all, if he chooses to retire at this time, isn't that because he is afraid of other schools on the surface?

"We." Ron took a deep breath, "We won't be punished!"

"Probably not!" Owen fiddled with the pocket watch in his hand.Said on the side.

Photo pocket watch.

The one he used before at Hogwarts - the magic item Nick gave him.

Press the metal button on the pocket watch and it will keep the scenery around you.

Want to play it back.

Just pull out your wand and set the clock back to that time to recreate the scene.

It's perfect for watching a Quidditch game.

"First of all, we are indeed fighting back in self-defense."

"And we won!"

Owen said lightly: "The point is that we won."

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"How long has it been since you were still obsessed with this!" Hearing this, both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Because it is a school rule that students cannot use magic outside. If the professor catches him, it will be a trivial matter for the foreseeable future.

"Of course, if you win, you will gain face for Hogwarts, and you will have a bargaining chip with Old Deng. He will naturally protect you."

"If you lose, then everything will be suspended. Not only did you violate the school rules, but you would also lose face. If you think about it, the consequences will be even more serious!"

"Eh—" Although they knew what Owen said was wrong, Harry and Ron still felt that what he said made sense.

The two who calmed down.

Wrinkled sleepy eyes.

Ron suddenly shouted, "Oh! God, what time is it? We must have missed the opening ceremony."

Through the kitchen window, he saw that the sky outside had darkened, and many tents had already been lit.

"There's still half an hour." Owen looked at the Void Watch on his left arm and said calmly.

"Do you have a watch? Just nonsense! Then it's half an hour?" Ron complained, and he wanted to talk about Owen's habit of blindly telling the time.

"Keep count by yourself!" Owen said calmly.

"Calculate?"

"Second by second," he said. "Of course, if you have good eyesight, you should be able to see a clock on the top of your head."

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"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!" Harry said hastily, he got up quickly, leaning on the table and said eagerly, "If you miss the four-year competition, you will have to wait until we graduate to meet again.

I don't want to miss it. "

Owen looked sideways out of the window, and as night fell, the outside gradually became lively again.

Fighting - as if what happened in the morning didn't exist.

If he hadn't put a layer of soundproof spell on the room, the festive atmosphere filled with noise would have come in long ago.

"Where are the others?" At this moment, Harry noticed that they seemed to be the only ones around.

"Others?" Owen curled his lips.

He turned to look at Harry.

Then he said to him with an extremely serious expression.

"Is there a possibility, I mean possibility."

"Everyone has parents!
Is it possible that they have already been picked up by their parents? "

"Crying." He rubbed his eyes, pretending that his eyes were full of tears.

"It's also like me. If you have no relatives and no reason, you have nowhere to go and can only stay here."

"Forehead."

Harry and Ron in the kitchen looked at the pretentious Owen speechlessly, almost vomited their breakfast.

I shouldn't have asked this question!Harry covered his face and said to himself.

At this time - coincidentally, a room on the third floor was pushed open from inside.

Girl with brown shaggy hair.

His face was very pale, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

At this moment, she was standing by the handrail, looking coldly at the downstairs.

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"Miss Granger, is there no reason why you didn't have a relationship?"

"Get out!" The voice came from upstairs, Hermione glared at him, and then walked down the stairs slowly, "My parents are going to Australia for summer vacation."

She explained, but clearly it wasn't a good idea.

"Oh! So your parents are true love, you are just an accident, right!"

"?!" For a moment, Hermione's death eyes looked directly at Owen, and her mouth squirmed unconsciously, as if she was grinding her teeth.
Good guy, she can’t be a cannibal!
Depend on!I won't be able to sleep anyway.
Owen said that he was a little scared!
"Huh? Are you awake?" Suddenly the tent was opened and Mr. Arthur walked in tiredly.

Behind him were the Weasley twins.

"I also thought you might miss the opening ceremony"

"Okay, let's go, the game is about to start." He said, and then waved his hands to signal the little guys to go out quickly.

Hearing the sound, Owen stood up leisurely, separated a little distance from Miss Granger, and walked out of the tent with Harry Ron.

The moment the tent was opened.

Countless noisy voices poured into everyone's ears in an instant.

There were shouts and joyous laughter everywhere.

Every few steps, Apparated hawkers descend from the sky.

They carried the signatures and pushed the carts, which were full of strange things.

Among them, there are luminous rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria.

As long as you wear it, you can scream out the names of the team members every few seconds; there is a green high hat decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; a Bulgarian ribbon, the lion on it can really roar;
The national flags of the two countries are waved and their respective national anthems are played.
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God damn wizards sing the national anthem of their country.
It's weird!
Owen looked at the trinkets for sale.The bottom of my heart is filled with absurd emotions.

There is also a small model of the Firebolt that can really fly by the roadside.

As well as the statues of famous players for collection, you can walk around in the palm of your hand, a pair of triumphant style.

In the past, the two die-hard Quidditch fans beside him would have rushed forward and put those gadgets into their pockets.

It was a free gift of Galleons to others.

But today—the trio of Gryffindors with swollen heads couldn't feel the sorrow, joy and joy in their ears at all, they only felt noisy.

The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the head, the more noisy the surroundings were, the more sleepy they felt.

"No status?" Seeing this, Owen took out a bottle of green potion from his pocket.

"Get a bottle!"

"What is this?" Owen forced the three of them into a bottle in a daze.

"Green plum taste, powerful refreshing! Let you get back to the state, and the pulse will come back!!!"

"Sanchez Brand Hundred Flavor Refresher, I know all about your taste! Refreshing summer, low-price discount activities. Hurry up and send your owl to buy it!"

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"What the hell?" Ron raised his head and poured the refreshing potion in his hand.

Unexpectedly, a strong green plum flavor burst out in my mouth instantly.

Sweet and sour, chilly, a sense of coolness rushes straight to the brain.

In an instant, he felt himself coming to his senses.

Together with the noisy surrounding environment, it became sweeter.

"It tastes good!" At this moment, the twins stretched out their arms and put them around Ron's neck.

"You invented this?"

"To be precise, it's an improvement. We researched it with Owen. It tastes better than ordinary refreshments, and it adds a variety of fruit flavors, and the effect is even better."

George talked eloquently, "This will be our flagship product, just wait, it will be popular in Europe."

For the first time, Ron felt reliable to his two twin brothers.

It's not that he hasn't drunk the refreshing potion, Hermione almost drank it like water last semester.

Every winter, Madam Pomfrey prepares a large batch to treat the colds of little wizards.

The original refreshment potion is a potion with violent curative effects.

In addition to being refreshing, it has a side effect of making the drinker's ears steam for hours afterwards.

And the taste is indescribable.

You don't have any illusions about a viscous potion.

That stuff tastes like chewing tree roots.

Bitter and astringent, with a smell of mutton.

In short, no one will drink that kind of thing regularly.

Except Hermione
But she also often drinks a kind of diluted water.

But even so, the taste is not so good.

"I feel like I'm drinking ice-cold juice. It's better than I imagined." Ron said excitedly. Every winter, the demand for this thing will increase. Maybe they will make a fortune!
"Okay kids, I think we'll talk about your business empire later. Now, let's fill our stomachs first." Mr. Arthur forced a smile on his tired face.

He'd been busy dealing with wizarding conflicts all day.

Another day at the Ministry of Magic.

Close to the stadium.

There are more and more hawkers around, many pushing small carts and selling all kinds of high-quality food, and there are more and more.

It's all homely stuff, beef pie, rose pie, treacle tart.

And -- um -- boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, stewed potatoes.
If you don't like it, try it - boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, stewed potatoes
"I saved my pocket money all summer for that," said Ron.

A few people passed through the hawkers leisurely, and Ron frantically bought souvenirs.

He bought a dancing shamrock hat and a big green rose badge.

Also bought a small statue of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

The tiny Krum walked up and down in Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.

Owen is not interested in these.

But - the events of the morning were still fresh in my mind, and several British vendors recognized Hermione.

With Miss Granger's facial recognition payment, they bought a lot of food from those hawkers for nothing.

"What are you talking about! It's an honor for you to eat what I make."

That's what most wizards say when they're about to pay.

"Oh! You are Miss Granger, right! You are the pride of our UK, our hero, I have witnessed the whole process of your battle, oh! Merlin! If my child is half of you—no—— One-tenth of the talent, I am satisfied."

A conversation like this barely took a few steps before an adult wizard spoke to Hermione.

A somewhat panicked Hermione kept explaining to the parents that she was nothing special, she just studied hard.

As for Godric's bloodline, his mysterious magical inheritance, and his one-of-a-kind talent, they were all spread by others.

Unfortunately, such efforts were of no avail.

Those wizards only have brighter eyes.

Looking at Miss Granger's eyes almost lit up.

"You are so humble. It is definitely Merlin's blessing to have wizards like you in England."

"No - I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard. That guy over there with black hair and a wicked smile is much better than me."

"There are still powerful little wizards in Hogwarts?" Soon these adult wizards discovered that there was also a famous figure in the history of magic among the crowd.

Harry Potter!

"Sure enough, gifted children will have a close bond. The boy who survived is actually your friend! Oh my God."

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"By the way, have you heard of my child's name? He is from Ravenclaw College, and he is only in the second grade this year. He"

With that said, the wizard was about to sell his child to Hermione and asked her to help him with his studies.

This left Hermione speechless. She could only respond with a polite smile, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Finally, after dozens of wizards struggled.

Hermione had to transform her hoodie into a hat.

Cover your head completely.

"This is a celebrity!"

"Celebrity troubles."

"From now on, everyone should know your name."

Owen laughed, "What do you think Harry! You should be very experienced in this field!"

"Ha ha!" In response, Harry rolled his eyes, and the enthusiastic crowd around him reminded him of Colin, who was a grade younger than him.

But Colin is the only fan of his.

Moreover, he has always been in Hogwarts, and it is difficult to get in touch with adult wizards outside, so he doesn't have much experience in the current situation.

I can only keep a low profile.

"Wow, look at these!"

A group of people walked forward cautiously, suddenly Harry yelled.

In front of the team, he quickly rushed to a small cart.

The car was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but was covered with all sorts of odd knobs and dials.

"Look, this is a panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted, "You can replay the picture, play it in slow motion, and if necessary, it can quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Let's make a deal, only ten Gallon one."

"Ten Galleons?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Why don't you grab it!" He looked at his dancing clover hat, and looked at the panoramic telescope greedily.

Although he could afford the ten galleons—Owen's Christmas gold galleons, he also made a fortune secretly cleaning up the acromantia in the forbidden forest.

Today Ron has his own small treasury.

Although not many, there were dozens of Galleons.

"Bring me five!" Harry said without hesitation.

With Sirius here, he has advanced to the state of: I am not interested in money, I don't like money!
(End of this chapter)