I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 234: Sooner or later, my brother will kick you out of your position.

The dog godfather only gave him pocket money during the summer vacation - although Harry didn't want it anyway, he couldn't hold back Sirius.

that amount
It already surpassed the sum of the grants Hermione received from Hogwarts in four years.

Yes, Hogwarts has bursaries for Muggle-born wizards.

"No need for Harry, we can afford it, you can buy it for Hermione." George and Fred looked confident, and they patted their pockets. There seemed to be metal in the bulging pockets. The sound of 'jingling' came from the collision.

The two of them quietly took out forty Galleons and threw them to the wizard.

Then the four panoramic telescopes were handed to Ron and their father, Mr. Arthur.

The latter was staring at his two sons with a look of relief.

"??? Why not mine?" Owen asked blankly, "Why do you skip me when you buy things? Potter, why do you buy five of the seven people here? What do you mean?"

"That's enough Owen, who doesn't know that you are the richest in Hogwarts." The twins gave him a blank look, and they will give Owen a dividend for every prank product they sell this semester.

That guy has far more gold in his pocket than theirs.

"Is there any conflict between me having money and you buying me things?" Owen said angrily: "Actually, you don't even care about me, right? Knock! It's really that the world is changing and people are not as old as they used to be.

I vaguely remember that I seemed to have saved the lives of several white-eyed wolves this morning, hey!Not only are good people not rewarded, but they are also ostracized. Sure enough, there is no room for a Hufflepuff in Gryffindor's small circle.

snort!Then let me go! "

He opened his legs, ready to walk down the dark alley alone.

The next second, a pair of hands directly grabbed his arm from behind.

Then the whole person was dragged back.

A pair of clear eyes stared at him, watching Owen look up at the sky at a (pretentious) 45-degree angle with tears in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making your conscience uneasy, so what? Did it succeed?" He said affectionately.

"Disgusting!" Miss Granger said with a look of disgust, "Here you are!"

"Isn't it just a panoramic telescope?" She quickly took out ten galleons from her pocket, then bought one and gave it to Owen.

"???"

Looking at the telescope in his hand, Owen immediately put away the distressed expression on his face.

Then doubts emerged.

Hogwarts' stipend is the smallest among the three major magic schools in Europe, and the money is distributed on the eve of the start of each year and on Christmas Eve.

There are two strokes in total, very few, about a dozen Galleons.

As we all know, Hermione always likes to buy all kinds of magic books. Generally speaking, the bursary sent to her at the beginning of school, before boarding the train, she has spent no Sickle left.

As for before Christmas - that's all spent buying presents for friends too.

It is impossible to have spare money at all.

Even if there were, there wouldn't be so many.

After all - that's Hermione Granger!
The famous poor guy at Hogwarts.
A representative figure with a clean face.

Owen bought courses for three years and never paid tuition fees—it was all paid by Harry, a well-known prostitution fairy.

This guy was able to take out ten Galleons to give him a panoramic telescope!

She didn't take the opportunity to snatch the wizard's wallet in the morning, did she!

"Where did you get the money? This year's blond hair is so early?"

"Have you gone to Gringotts to change pounds?" Owen asked.

"Dumbledore gave it to me." Hermione said flatly, "Didn't I write the book "Ancient Alchemy Revealed - Principles of Alchemy"? This is my royalties."

"Payment fee?" Owen was taken aback.The eyes are dull.

It seems that I heard the singing echoing in the universe, saw the ice crystal born in the flame, heard the darkness dying in the light, and fell in love with the newborn red sun falling in the sunset.

Why is this term so far away?

It was as if nebulae had gathered and fused for the first time under the influence of gravity, as if it had been centuries of heavy rain, geological activity had finally calmed down, and the amino acid-rich sea gave birth to the first cell.

From the first germs of life underwater...to the giant beasts of the Stone Age...to the first man to walk upright.

It was as if it was the first day he found out that there were royalties for writing books.
Wait a minute - Niang Xipi, Granger's book "Ancient Alchemy Revealed - Principles of Alchemy" is obviously just a popular simplification of the prologue and Chapter 1 of his "Ancient Alchemy Revealed", and she has royalties for it. , why didn’t I!
Or what "Alchemy Today" wants to give yourself an award!

Good guy, I just realized now that his book will definitely become a teaching material for magic schools in the future, and the money he earns from publishing this book is not much more than that bonus!

Depend on!
Dumbledore! ! !

You even deduct money from children!

Shameless! ! !

Thinking about it, Owen felt more and more angry.

I was blinded by petty profits, so I couldn't see the treasure ahead, so how could my anger not be high!

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Hermione looked at Owen in confusion and gritted her teeth.

"Nothing," he said.

Almost broke my teeth!
Then he firmly put the panoramic telescope into his pocket.

You wait for Old Dengtou.

Sooner or later, my brother will kick you out of your position! ! !
Hermione wasn't bothered by Owen's expression, but it still hurt her to spend ten Galleons.

Then he even looked at Owen with a bad look. "I don't think you can use that telescope at all." She said, "You should have a way to see the game clearly."

"I can't use it." Owen nodded: "I have a better—er—moonscope."

"Moon-watching mirror?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes, a perfect, beautiful moonscope. Ahem."

"You can't use it, so why spend money on panoramic binoculars." The little witch muttered. Although her manuscript fee was quite a lot, she had to save some money. After all, she was not Owen and didn't make that much money. idea, and not harry, with a rich godfather
"I don't care." Owen turned his face away, and said stubbornly, "Anyway, if you buy it for others, you have to buy it for me. If you don't sell it! You won't have a good time."

"Humph!"

What a seven or eight-year-old child's speech!
Hermione looked away, her lips and teeth moved slightly.

This guy is quite handsome when he's acting cool.Just open your mouth!
As soon as she opened her mouth, her heart was full of warmth and anger.

"Okay, the time is almost up." Mr. Weasley looked at the children helplessly.

Are all the kids nowadays so good?

ten galleons
Even now, he couldn't just take it out casually.

He was a little ashamed.

Think about what you were doing when you were in the fourth grade?
Probably thinking about how to deal with that annoying Slytherin—err—they are in the same line in this regard.

Mr. Weasley led the way.

Holding the things they bought, everyone walked quickly into the forest along the road lit by lanterns.

They could hear hundreds of people moving around.

There are also various shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This frenzied excitement was contagious, and soon everyone was grinning from ear to ear.

Everyone walked in the woods for 10 minutes, chatting and joking loudly, and finally came out from the other side of the woods.

That's when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Even if you look far away, you can only see a part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium.

Judging from the size of the visual inspection, it is not a problem to fit ten cathedrals inside.

This is too spectacular. The Ministry of Magic, which has always paid attention to secrecy, really created an unexpected grand scene.

"It can accommodate one hundred thousand spectators here." Mr. Weasley explained to everyone proudly, "The Ministry of Magic hired five hundred staff members to work on it for a whole year, day and night, before the final construction was completed."

This is definitely a miracle, a miracle that belongs to wizards.

The little wizards raised their heads and looked around.

Build such a grand building in a forest.

If Muggles want to do it, they have to wait at least 20 years later, after the rise of a certain infrastructure madman.

With the current speed of administrative approval and construction in European countries, it is estimated that in the 21st century they will at best lay a foundation.

On the one hand, the stadium is also a testament to the power of magic.

A group of wizards casting spells simultaneously can have an effect on the physical world that exceeds even that of ancient magic.

It's a pity that such scenes are too rare in the magic world.Most of the wizards are confined to their own one-third of an acre of land, unwilling to communicate with the outside world.

"Look, every inch of this place has been cursed to expel Muggles. During this year, whenever Muggles approached here, they would suddenly think of something urgent and walk away in a hurry. May God bless them." Wei Wei Mr Sly said.

Then he led everyone to the entrance to walk in.

The place was crowded with many shouting wizards.

It was a mess, with no idea of ​​civilized queuing.

Until Owen and the others approached.

The noisy flow of people suddenly quieted down.

Everyone looked sideways at the young children.

Different expressions.

The British wizard's face was filled with pride.

Wizards from other countries frowned.

Hermione was still hooded, and no one recognized her, but the red hair of the Weasleys was still too conspicuous for a group of people to recognize her.

This was one of the young wizards at Hogwarts who participated in the battle this morning.

As they got closer, the crowd separated automatically and made way for them.

They were treated with respect as if they were welcoming superstars.

"Oh! Merlin's beard." Mr. Arthur was seen by the Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance, "Mr. Weasley, it's me, Louise from the Department of Communications."

"I never thought I would see you here." The witch looked very enthusiastic.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that her eyes never fell on Mr. Arthur, but on the child behind him.

But this made Mr. Weasley even happier.

With his back straightened, he was more energetic than ever.

"Haha, it's you!" In fact, Mr. Arthur didn't know her at all.

There are so many people in the Ministry, and they are not in the same department. The most important thing is that she looks a little - um - unprofessional, maybe a newcomer who has just entered the Ministry of Magic.

New employees recruited for the World Cup.

"This is your child! Oh! Look at the red hair, it must be your child. Look, how handsome each of them is." The witch named Louise said like honey. sweet Nothing.

The half-cut smile on his face didn't stop for a second.

"Great lads from Gryffindor. Good to see."

"Hey! It's a pity that my kid, my father and I are both Gryffindors, but he got into that Hufflepuff, my God! Hufflepuff, what's the point of that?"

???

Owen, who was shot suddenly, raised his head silently.

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?" He said in a dangerous tone.

"Ah—it's okay, it's okay, Dad, let's go quickly, there are so many people queuing up behind us." The twins were excited, and quickly stretched out their hands to support Owen on the left and right, and they were about to walk in with their legs.

"Don't drag me!" Owen yelled, pointing at the middle-aged witch's nose: "Knock you, what happened to Hufflepuff! What do you mean by being in Hufflepuff? Tell me clearly, say Clear, hello!"

"Hello Hufflepuff," said George.

"Hufflepah's amazing!" said Fred.

"Hufflepuff house croaks!"

Witch Louise, who was confused about the situation, didn't know why, but she didn't let go of the smile she was smiling at Mr. Weasley. "If you have time, please invite your children to my house as guests. They are all colleagues," she said.

But before she could finish her words, another violent roar came from the direction leading to the stairs in the distance, "What is your child's name?"

"What year is Hufflepuff!"

"Damn it, if you don't beat him up at the beginning of school, you regret that you were born in England. I have your surname!"

Owen yelled, ready to rush over and give the woman a good beating!
"Eh—" Louise felt a little helpless.Looking at the strange wizard who looked like he wanted to eat her.

Finally, the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

The expression became awkward.

But that joy did not disappear.

It just transferred to Mr. Weasley's face.

Mr. Weasley smiled faintly, holding back very hard.

"Mr. Sirius Black's box, the top floor box, right." Embarrassed enough to pick out three rooms and one living room, she finally stopped selling her children.

Suddenly realizing that she was still at work, she checked Mr. Weasley's underrated ticket with her own hands.

"Go straight up, and you will see the banner of the Black family on the top floor."

The stairs leading up to the stadium are covered in burgundy carpet.

They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right sides.

The group led by Mr. Weasley went all the way up until they reached the top of the stairs.

He spotted the eye-catching Black family flag at a glance.

It was in a very large luxury box. It was located at the highest point of the stadium and in the middle of the court. It had the best view and could be seen everywhere.

Entering the box, there are about twenty purple and gold-plated seats divided into two rows.

Harry followed the Weasleys into the front row and looked down, a scene he could never have imagined.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase pattern around the oval gymnasium.

From a commanding vantage point, the field appears smooth and smooth as velvet.

On each side stood three shooting hoops, fifty feet high.

Extra shocking!
"Okay, don't be angry."

Along the way, Owen didn't stop cursing.

As a Hufflepuff, he was greatly insulted.

"Everyone knows that Hufflepuff is the best house." Miss Granger said gently, as if coaxing a child.

"What does she know!" Owen said angrily: "I just don't want to be in the limelight. Responsible for dealing with those bastards from other colleges, it's just a matter of waving my hand!"

"Yes, yes." The little wizards nodded, agreeing very much with Owen's words.

He does have this ability.

But—he said he didn't want to show off?
This surprised Hermione.

Don't want to be pushy - just your Owen Sanchez lines?
You are afraid that the sun is a spotlight that only revolves around you for the rest of your life.You don't want to be in the limelight, so whoever says this will believe it!

"You don't want to show off?"

"That's right!" Owen said without any concealment: "The people who show off today will be unlucky, I have a hunch!"

"So - you're going to be in trouble if you stand and watch me?" Hermione tilted her head, her eyes filled with danger.The warmth in my heart suddenly rose!

"What do you say!"

Owen said seriously: "I'm obviously sitting and watching your bad luck."

"."

"Owen Sanchez!!!" Hermione screamed.

Two eyes can spit out flames looking at him.

"Owen Sanchez? Who is that?" Owen shook his head and looked at him with a calm expression: "My name is Owen Wendy Rozier, thank you!"

"Huh—" The little witch's fluffy hair stood on end, as if she drank a hair straightening potion.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in her heart, then raised her head and looked at Owen seriously, "You don't get angry with me for a day, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Looking at Hermione who was already standing in the crater, Owen smiled slightly.

Not only did he not pull her down, he poured some water to put out the fire.

Instead, he flew up and kicked Miss Granger on the back, laughing as he watched her fall into the volcano.

"What are you talking about!" he said sincerely!

"Am I, Owen San-Rozier, that kind of person?"

"I don't feel bad at all. Really—"

There was a smile on his face, his butt had already left the chair, and he was ready to run away.

"You have to believe me, it's not uncomfortable, it's really not uncomfortable at all!"

"Sanchez!!!" The flames of rage consumed Miss Granger's remaining sanity.

She suddenly jumped up.

Gritting her teeth, she stared at him with red eyes.

"what are you doing?"

"Have you been vaccinated against rabies?"

"jump--"

The string is broken.
ahh~
A certain crazy little lion pounced towards Owen, opened her bloody mouth and started to bite!
"Good guy, his teeth are pretty neat." He praised

"His-"

Great gift crab!
After regaining consciousness, Owen picked up his chair and used his four legs to resist the sudden attack of the evil lion.

Then while making a tactical retreat, he shouted: "Gryffindor is going to eat people! Does anyone care, Gryffindor is eating people!!!"

"Ah~~~"

(End of this chapter)