I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 240 by Owen Sanchez
The breakfast was very rich and everyone enjoyed it very much.

While eating, a few owls flew from a distance.

It's Ron's Zhu Weiqiong and Harry's Hedwig.

Owen doesn't have an owl - because no one will send him letters (before school) and he won't send letters to anyone else (before school).

At school, his letters were generally delivered by the public owl at the Owl Shack.

Outside the school, there is also an Owl Post Office.

After the second grade, Dobby delivered the letters for him.

Hmm - maybe he could get Bacal to send a letter?

Miss Granger doesn't have an owl either, and she still hasn't. Last semester, she had the idea of ​​raising a magical animal. Unfortunately, after the Battle of Hogsmeade broke out at Christmas, the school started a crazy introversion, and she didn't have time at all.

The breeding plan can only be postponed continuously.

By the way, Miss Granger also came to the Burrow.

But they had already made an agreement with Ginny.

Irving himself got involved halfway.

"Hey! The headlines for a week, Miss Granger is mighty and majestic!"

Owen opened the "Daily Prophet" sent by Hedwig.

The front page is eye-catching.

A photo shows the shocking scene of Hermione holding up the lava beast on one side, and the statue of Godric Gryffindor on the other side.

Two different images compose a photo with obvious meaning.

And the title of the page was also very bold—"The Greatest Witch?Dumbledore's successor, Gryffindor's heir is alive! ! ! "

As for its content, it's very Rita Skeeter.

Check the list of authors, and sure enough, Rita Skeeter's name is written.

Full of fiction and nonsense.

She created a story that Hermione's Muggle parents were not actually her biological parents, but that she was a descendant of a lost pure-blood family related to Gryffindor.

It was just because of the dark and turbulent years, the family turmoil during the First Wizarding War, wandered out, was picked up by two stupid Muggles, and brought up.

Not to mention how much water is in this false story, as far as the results are concerned, those European wizards, even African wizards, and American wizards are very convinced that the "Daily Prophet" has been selling like crazy recently!
Exported to all over the world.

Such as the "New York Ghost" in the United States and the "Gargoyle Roar" in France.

Both Wizard Voice and Transfiguration Today reprinted the Daily Prophet's story.

On the one hand, this is due to the fact that Rita Skeeter's bragging skills are indeed profound, but on the other hand, it is still caused by the concept of blood.

They simply didn't believe that a Muggle-born wizard could do this!
"I feel that if the rumors continue to spread for a while, your parents will be asked by the Ministry of Magic for questioning." Owen turned his head and said jokingly: "They may really think that you were picked up. Even—the suspect is Your parents stole the wizard's child!"

"Hehe—" Hermione sneered, then snatched the newspaper from him, and set it on fire.

"Don't pay attention to the false news in the newspaper." Mrs. Weasley came over demurely, "They just don't believe us Hermione can do this."

She patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Give her the kindest smile.

In fact, Hermione had long since stopped being angry.

Really—she waved her hand, cast without a staff, and let the remains of the newspaper blow away in a gust of wind.

She has seen a lot of all kinds of 'slander' against her in the wizarding world these days.

All kinds of small compositions, as if knowing a few ABCDs can participate in this feast.

Quite a state of vigor and vitality
"Don't be angry, this Rita Skeeter is an old liar." Ron put down the spoon in his hand, "She has published various reports that slander the Ministry of Magic, as well as some scandals about famous wizards. She is good at writing These, I don’t know the news she brought.”

On the side, Owen held up the tea cup and shook the beefeng water inside, as if tasting red wine, "But let me tell you, since the rumors can't be stopped, you might as well acquiesce."

"It will be useful to you later."

"So I'm sending my parents to the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione looked at him displeased.

Her smooth hair sticks to the sides of her cheeks, and her eyes with light eyeshadow in the painting reveal doubts.

"So it's silence rather than admission." Owen said with a faint smile, "As we all know, our dear senior Tom has gathered a large number of people under the banner of Salazar Slytherin.

Now that you have this opportunity, why not seize it? "

"Also, is it really impossible for you to be a descendant of Gryffindor?" Owen looked directly into her eyes, "As I said before, the descendants of pure-blood wizards will also have squibs, and the descendants of squibs will appear." What about their descendants? They were already so far removed from the wizarding world that they were almost indistinguishable from Muggles, so what about their descendants?

Tracing back to the source, maybe the 500 million Muggles in London have more or less wizard blood, maybe you are like this, who knows? "

"What if you are still a descendant of King Arthur?" Owen glanced at the handful of stupid hair still standing on top of Hermione's head, "At least this feature is obvious!"

Feel Owen's eyes stay on the top of his head.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, and quickly reached out to cover the dull hair on the top of her head.

Hate that lock of hair.

No matter how she did it, her hair couldn't be straightened out.

"Well, children, don't discuss such profound matters at the dinner table," Mrs. Weasley interposed.

She glared at Owen, because he just mentioned the mysterious man.

"Oh! This year's book list and class schedule have been sent!" Harry changed the subject.

He took a letter from Piggy (Ron's owl). After opening it, the Hogwarts school emblem clearly visible on the fire folder proved that it was sent from the school, and more likely from Professor McGonagall's office. .

"Professor McGonagall knows we're together."

Harry opened the letter, and on the first page it was clearly written that it was received by Mr. Sanchez, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger.

"The new semester begins on August 25th. Fourth-year students must prepare the following textbooks: "Standard Spells Level [-]", "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Magic Potions and Potions", "Thousands of Magic Herbs and Mushrooms", "History of Magic", "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Clear the Fog and See the Future", "Rune Dictionary"

Note: George and Fred need to prepare two alchemy textbooks, "Secrets of Ancient Alchemy" and "Secrets of Ancient Alchemy—Principles of Alchemy" (hereinafter referred to as "Principles of Alchemy"). "

"Wow! George, have you and Fred applied for the alchemy course?" Harry looked at the twins in surprise. As we all know, these two people have never been good at studying.

Their grades were not even as good as Ron's.

Why is it that he wants to learn an extra course on a whim now? He knows that alchemy is difficult, and even Owen and Hermione suffer from headaches and spend their days with refreshing medicine.

Can they—can it?

"George and I think this course will be very helpful for our invention!" George took the notice from Harry's hand.

"Yes, prank props still limit our genius ideas after all!"

"That's right, George."

"We plan to study this course in depth!" Fred said with excitement.

Seeing the ignorant appearance of the two brothers, Owen cast a small expression of sympathy. These two silly boys don't know that they have stepped into the abyss of eternal doom.

"It's time to go to Diagon Alley." The two men stood up and said anxiously.

There seems to be a lot of enthusiasm for this new course.

"I haven't heard much about these two alchemy textbooks. They may be very precious magic books."

"I reckon it's worth a fortune."

"Tsk!" Owen made a mocking sound from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head with a smile, and reminded him kindly: "Will you take a closer look?"

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Hearing the sound, Gemini looked down at the book list in his hand again.

Generally speaking, the books given by the school will come with the author.

In order to prevent the little wizard from buying other books with the same name - although as long as you go to Lihen Bookstore to buy it, you will never go wrong, but the author will still be marked on the book list.

So as George and Fred's eyes widened, they looked at Owen in disbelief, as well as Hermione who silently lifted her hair and revealed her profile.

There was a senseless cry of wah wah wah in his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Weasley walked over angrily.

These two children showed no education at all, which is really embarrassing.

Are textbooks too expensive?

Thinking of this, her heart tightened slightly, alchemy - this is a course that costs money, if it is too expensive
However, it is rare that these two mischievous guys are interested in learning.

Mrs. Weasley, who was thinking a lot for a moment, took the book list from the hands of the twins.

No matter the price, she had to know first.

She would find a way to get enough gold galleons.

Then, she saw a shocking line.

"Ancient Alchemy Deciphered" - by Nicolas, translated by Owen Sanchez.

Principles of Alchemy - by Owen Sanchez, compiled by Hermione Granger.

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By Owen Sanchez.

For the first time, whether it was George, Harry, Ron, or Mrs. Weasley, they suddenly realized that the lethality of a book surpassed all magic.

The hearts of several people seemed to have been severely wounded.

He opened his mouth and babbled, speaking incomprehensible words.

After a breakfast.

There was nothing else, but Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm for Owen and Hermione skyrocketed.

Even more than Harry.

In the next few days, Owen only found out when he was discussing with Hermione when patching the "Secrets of Ancient Alchemy".

Her "Principles of Alchemy" was just a summary of his papers from last semester, and the whole book only had less than a few dozen pages. Those who didn't know about "Principles of Alchemy" thought it was some advanced magic textbook Woolen cloth.

After flipping through a few pages, Owen discovered that the entire book was an alchemical dictionary!
Full of terminology explanations, as well as teaching wizards how to formulate experiments and write experiment reports.

There is almost no dry goods, a pure novice reference book.

That's all - Hermione still belonged to him.

Because neither his "Secrets of Ancient Alchemy" nor Nick's original manuscript have paid attention to the detailed explanation of terms.They all defaulted that the wizard who saw these things had at least a certain alchemy foundation.

Only last year Owen gave Dumbledore homework, in his thesis, he was lazy-mainly to make up the word count, so he wrote a lot of nomenclature explanations.

"Damn Granger! Fandom is on my head!"

Stop talking!
This year's consumption in Diagon Alley will be paid for by Miss Granger! ! !

Slaughter her hard!
The days to come were rare leisure time, and Owen continued to write teaching materials for George and Fred every day.

"Ancient Alchemy Decryption" is only a part of Nick's work, just like "Where and Where to Find Fantastic Beasts", such books have to be supplemented every once in a while!
He spent the rest of the time begging Hermione for money.

Miss Granger agreed to give him some of her royalties.

But the two did not agree on a specific amount.

Miss Granger wanted the split to be sixty-four or seventy-three.

And Irving hopes--every point!Fen Xie Niang!It’s good if my buddy doesn’t charge you interest. I want to take my money, I’m dreaming!
And then - they broke up.

As for everyone else - except Harry, who could be free.

The rest of the Weasley children all behaved like studious children under the inexplicable gaze of Mrs. Weasley.

Study hard for more than ten hours a day
It is estimated that she was stimulated by Owen and Hermione.

Anyway, the two of them are already the perfect version of other people's children in the eyes of Mrs. Weasley.

In this way, the "happy" time always passes quickly, and it is the last day before school starts in a blink of an eye.

At night, after dinner, the little wizard began to pack his things.

Ron moved a large pile of packages to Harry's camp bed, and threw the money bag and a large bag of socks beside the packages.

Harry began to unwrap the things Mrs. Weasley had bought him.

In addition to Standard Spells, Level [-] by Miranda Goshawk, a new quill, twelve rolls of parchment; and what needed to be replenished in his potion-making kit—— He's running out of lionfish spine meal and belladonna extract.

It was too late to go to Diagon Alley and buy it.

It can only be purchased through Owl Post Office after school starts.

But he guessed that Hagrid might have these things, or—Snape?

Let Hermione steal it again?
"What the hell is this?"

Harry was about to put a sock into his cauldron—yes, a cauldron is the perfect pair of socks!hum!
Then he heard Ron yelling in disgust from behind.

Turning his head, he saw that Ron was holding something in his hands. It looked to Harry as a maroon velvet dress with moldy ruffles at the neck and matching lace at the cuffs.

"Dress robe." Sitting on the bed and watching the two of them tidy up, Owen said holding a cup of fragrant honey grapefruit milk tea: "You will need it this semester."

Although he doesn't understand why these two guys don't use magic to organize things.

Casting without a wand I heard that Harry is also researching it, but I don't know how the result is!
As for his own—a Gold Galleon, Dobby had already taken care of everything for him.

Even at this point his stuff was sitting by his window in the Hufflepuff common room at Hogwarts.

Even the beds are made
"Why do we need this thing." Ron frowned, and leaned his nose slightly. "Ouch—it smells like my grandma's foot wrap."

"Have you ever smelled your grandma's foot wraps?"

"Pervert!" Owen said with a look of disgust.

Ron blushed, "I'm a metaphor, a modification!"

"Come on, you don't even know who Shakespeare is, so stop insulting the words metaphor and modification, you fake Englishman!"

"I—" Ron seemed to be choking on his throat.

But Harry is sober, fortunately, he knows who Shakespeare is.

"Hey! Wait a minute -" Ron's eyes suddenly rolled up, "I remember you gave me and Harry a set of clothes as a Christmas gift last year?"

"Hehe - finally I have a little conscience, my son - the old father's love for you is silent, and you will know how to thank me when you use it."

"Fuck you!" Ron yelled, but he quickly reacted.

A gown is on everyone's list.

That means, there are bound to be things that require students to wear gowns.

Obviously something big is going to happen in the new semester, everyone knows it, and Owen knows it too but just doesn't tell them.

He glanced at the smelly grandma's robe on the side.
The one Owen gave him literally saved his life, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself at school.

Pack up.

Several people fell asleep in the imagination of the new semester.

The next morning.

There was an air of end-of-holiday somber about the Burrow.

They wake up in the rain.

finish dressing.

After breakfast, Mr. Arthur originally planned to send them off.

Unfortunately, an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic summoned him.

But Sirius arrived at the Burrow early in the morning.

He hugged Harry affectionately in the heavy rain.

"There was a delay," he said.

Sirius seemed to be very busy during the summer vacation, he only came to the Burrow two or three times, each time he was in a hurry, and left in a hurry after having dinner with them.

And Harry and the others also found that this year's professor list.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had a different name.

It was replaced by the famous dark wizard hunter, Mad-Eye Moody.

"Come on boys! It's getting late."

Sirius led them to Diagon Alley via the Floo Network, and then to London via Diagon Alley.

On the way, he finally explained what he was doing during this time.

"Ancient ruins?" Owen looked at him upon hearing the sound, "How can you find ancient ruins without being aware of ancient magic?"

"There are always some clues. Just like that cave, it has obviously been transformed by magic. And the noseless one must have discovered the mystery of that place and used it to hide his Horcrux."

"As long as I look for some ancient ruins that contain strange magic, I can always find some targets. And—" Sirius suddenly froze, and the smile on his face also restrained, "I'm wearing Regulus' necklace, and that one Magic items are capable of sensing ancient magic."

"Well—this is indeed a way." Owen nodded. Although he didn't know the principle of that thing, it was obvious that it did have the ability to open the ruins.

(End of this chapter)