I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 245 I think you should know the traditions of the British Empire.

"That's why there's a World Cup and, in part, a Final Four.

My dear Miss Granger. "

He said, while biting the pie in his hand.

This little thing is really hard to bite.

The meat was not cooked enough and was very chewy.

Possibly the flesh of some magical animal.

Dumbledore gave them to grow their bodies? (laugh)

On the other side, Hannah was sipping the mashed potatoes in front of her.

After a few simple bites, she hugged Sherlock and began to comb it.

Not involved in the conversation between Owen and Hermione from beginning to end.

——She acted a little strangely.

A little too quiet.

There is always a trace of sadness between his eyebrows.

In a daze, Owen remembered that Hannah hadn't smiled since seeing her in the World Cup.

"Meow!"

The lazy kitten is lying comfortably on her lap, stretching.

The mane on its neck was fluffed by Hannah.

Inadvertently, there will be a golden light like electric light jumping on its neck.

This hateful little guy who eats and sleeps, has forgotten who is his real master.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned slightly.

Maybe it's Owen's illusion.

She seemed to be using Harry's detangler correctly this time.

The hair between the eyebrows fit obediently with the contour of the cheeks, and the hair behind her was braided, passed through the ears, and tied up.

"I mean, if the British wizarding world continues to be in such a panic and downturn, some people will really starve to death."

Owen raised his head, and finally pulled his head away from the dinner plate in front of him.

He can only rate seven points for today's meal.

The elf's mastery of new ingredients is still too low.

"Let's learn a little bit of political economy! Miss Granger! How will this be a good Minister of Magic in the future?"

He sighed: "You still have a lot to learn, a lot!"

"I know!" Hermione said impatiently, "So please, the brilliant Owen-Sanchez-um-Mr. Rozier, can you explain it?"

"Of course, Miss Granger, I'm always so helpful."

Owen put one hand on the table and leaned his waist up to make himself more comfortable. "In addition to easing the domestic situation, the World Cup is most useful to stimulate economic recovery.

In a country with less than tens of thousands of wizards in the country, what do you think will happen if suddenly there are more than [-] consumers? "

"The stadium game is over. Why didn't the Ministry of Magic drive those wizards home in a hurry, but continued to arrange people to station there to provide services to wizards from all over the world. Could it be because of Barty Crouch's kindness?"

Hermione raised frivolous eyebrows when she heard the sound. Owen's words were so simple that she immediately thought of many.

"This is England, England!"

“When the British Empire colonized the world, did they hope to get a prime minister of Indian descent?”

"Of course for the gold! Gold! Still fucking gold!"

Owen supported his head and looked at her cheek, "A World Cup feeds the whole British people, what a deal.

Anyway, the employees of the Ministry of Magic can squeeze a little more, and the cost of hosting the competition is almost nothing.If I were a minister, I would look forward to the World Cup every day! "

"As for the three-four finals?"

"If the World Cup is about economics, then the Final Four is purely about political alliances."

"Political union?" A flash of light flashed in Hermione's mind, and her vision was opened for a moment.

"Europeans have always been seeking to establish a Europe that belongs to Europeans. The magical world is no exception. Even the unification of the European magical world was earlier than the Muggle world. When Merlin walked to Europe to spread enlightenment, those people were already in Seeking political unity."

"Why did Dumbledore convene the Four Powers for hegemony during the most dangerous and precarious period in Britain?"

"To unite them?" Hermione's eyes sparkled, and she suddenly understood Dumbledore's intentions.

"That's too civilized, Miss Granger." A smile appeared on the corner of Owen's mouth, "I prefer to call it, dragging them into the water!"

"When everyone becomes Voldemort's enemy, then everyone will automatically become friends-comrades-in-arms-the most solid backing. The British Empire has used diplomacy for hundreds of years. Old Humphrey, I, a Frenchman, can see it at a glance. Come on, you, a pure London native, have been thinking about it for so long?

I thought you should know about the tradition of the British Empire. "

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The girl rolled her eyes, she thought what Owen said was too rough.

And—what is a native Londoner?
Aren't you a native of Paris?
"Hey! I know you must be thinking that I am a native of Paris, right!" Owen suddenly smiled and looked at her frivolously, "My mother was born in Denmark—or Norway—or some other Nordic country, anyway. It's definitely not France, so it's not as pure as you."

"Boring!" Hermione turned her head, and after a while, she seemed to have restrained her little thoughts before turning her head again, "According to what you said, something will definitely happen this year?
Dumbledore deliberately - called them - dragged into the water? "

"An accident is certain." Owen nodded.

Now he didn't know if that Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise.

Will Voldemort make Harry one of the Hogwarts warriors like in the original book, and then wait for the opportunity to take him out of Hogwarts.

But what is certain is that he will never miss this feast.

There must be some conspiracy in the bud.

It's just that too many things have changed, and those previous stories no longer have much reference significance for Irving now.He couldn't guess what Voldemort wanted to do now?
"Are you sure?" Hermione said seriously.

"Of course—it's nothing to guess, it's a sure thing."

"Then-" The little witch's head was in chaos, and a sense of crisis spread in her heart.

Danger is not scary, what is scary is the unknown.

You don't know from which corner your enemies will stick out their fangs, and that's the scariest part.

"We must prepare early!" She stood up suddenly.

"Why are you starting to roll it up?" Owen glanced at Miss Granger's pocket, "During the world, the lava monster you made looks pretty good, but regular spells can do that The level has reached the limit!"

"Do you want to try some unconventional spells?" He bewitched, "Don't worry, it's definitely not black magic, or even black magic won't affect the mind, do you want to learn it?

I teach you!
Of course - you need to pay to study, and just as the new semester begins, Sanchez's cram school is on sale, as long as -"

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped him, then glanced at Owen with disdainful eyes, "I've already said, I don't have many Galleons left."

"That's your business! I don't care, if you don't pay me back my manuscript fee, this matter won't go through!"

"Don't you already have [-]—"

"Oh! Remember my [-] at this time? One yard is worth one yard! Unless?" Owen suddenly changed his voice, and a treacherous expression appeared on his face, "Give me a part-time job! Miss Granger!"

"Huh?" Hermione stared blankly at Owen, not understanding what he was going crazy about.

"In order to read those alchemy texts, you should have learned enough French!"

"It's okay - there's no problem with reading and writing. You don't want me to help you continue to translate "Secrets of Ancient Alchemy"?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Fifty Galleons per roll!"

"make a deal!"

"?" Owen looked at Hermione, agreed so quickly?

Always feel like I'm at a loss.

"Don't be too happy, you have to write and translate four—wrong—five volumes as compensation for my manuscript fee!"

"No problem!" This time, Hermione agreed faster than before, as if she was afraid that Owen would regret it!
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Owen looked at the little witch with contemptuous eyes, "As for it? Isn't it Nicolas May's manuscript? Are you so excited?"

"Haha -" the little witch looked at her with contempt again, ""Isn't it just" "Nicholas Flamel's Manuscript" "As for that?" - Do you know that you really deserve a beating now!"

"Come on! Do it! Don't take pity on me."

"Stop!" To prevent the guy in front of him from going mad, Hermione quickly stopped his voice, "By the way, the 'House-Elf Rights Promotion Association' you just mentioned, I suddenly feel very good.

I intend to--"

?

"Didn't you just say you didn't have this idea?"

"That was just now!" Hermione said seriously, "And--didn't you say that? Will I mention this in the next chapter?"

It's now the next chapter! "

"Wardfa?"

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Listen to the noise in your ears.

Hannah didn't say a word.

She just looked up sometimes to glance at Owen and Hermione.

Touching Sherlock's head with his hand, it gradually became slower.

Conversation between the two.

So what politics, what economics, what conspiracy, what alchemy, what French.

She couldn't understand anything.

In the past few years, she would still choose to compete with Hermione, but now, Hannah suddenly felt lucky. She was lucky that she didn't know much.

I'm glad I didn't get involved.

After hearing what Owen said, what conspiracy will hang over Hogwarts this year.

The three people had completely different reactions.

The boy looked indifferent, as if he was talking about what to eat for lunch.

The fluffy-haired girl had prudence written all over her face.There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and even a little bit of excitement.

Only herself, the hand stroking Sherlock's head was a little stiff.

Perhaps, she looked down at the kitten.

It's time to find a new owner for it.

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Had breakfast.

A group of people together.

Walk through the wet vegetable field and come to Greenhouse No. [-].

Hannah placed Sirocco on the grass outside the greenhouse and then walked in. Cats are like that!I am extremely curious and want to try everything. There are many plants in the greenhouse that are highly poisonous, but I cannot let them in.

Speaking of it, although Owen may not be a good master.But he always finds the right people to keep them.

During the summer vacation, Dobby took care of the two little ones. After school started, Hannah was responsible for feeding Sherlock. As for Bakar, a tough-talking but honest giant, he had already prepared all the food.

The Third Conservatory is probably the largest classroom at Hogwarts.

The whole is bigger than the auditorium.

Because it is actually composed of several parts, you can distinguish it by the glass ceiling.

Although the little wizards are always called the greenhouse, the greenhouse is called the greenhouse, but in fact the greenhouse is a place name, not a certain classroom. It refers to a large steel building after coming out of the clock towers.

In this area, the largest classroom is where the little wizards have their classes.

Go down the steps (one-third of the classroom is at the bottom for insulation.)
Facing the front is a long and huge table, filled with various kinds of earthenware in square wooden boxes.

Each kind has different nutrients, which are carefully formulated by Professor Sprout.

One side and the overhead ceiling, except for the gothic pillars, are covered in glass, and the other is filled with all kinds of magical plants, the most conspicuous of which is the devil's vine, which reproduces too fast.

The professor had to trim it every day.

As soon as they entered, many little wizards frowned when they breathed the first breath of air in the greenhouse.

Because the smell of gasoline is everywhere in the classroom.

Reluctantly, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff wizards formed two rows around the long table.

At this time, Professor Splett, still in a torn robe covered in mud and dew, appeared on the stage.

"Oh! I'm glad to see you all in good spirits."

It must be something about the World Cup that makes Professor Sprout very worried about the little wizards.

Because Owen saw the "Daily Prophet" under a flower pot on the table in the corner behind the professor.

The picture on the front page was of Miss Granger.

She is holding the spell and maintaining the giant lava monster with a heavy face.

"Today we are going to learn a new magic plant."

Her sight automatically blocked Owen.

This disgraceful boy has already made her feel ashamed in the dean's circle.

As he spoke, the professor waved his magic wand, and the long table in front of the little wizard and the earthenware in the square wooden boxes began to float and rearrange themselves.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden box fell down again, and the little wizard saw something ugly that he had never seen before.

In fact, they didn't look like plants at all, but more like black, slimy slugs sticking straight out of the soil.

And each of them is wriggling slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seem to be filled with liquid.

Disgusting is not enough to describe this stuff.

It should be said that it has reached some kind of indescribable bottom.

"Babo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it by hand, and you have to collect its pus."

"What?" Seamus Finnigan asked in disgust.

"Pug, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "it's of great value, don't waste it. Listen, you're going to collect the pus in these bottles. Wear your Dragonhide gloves, undiluted babo tuber pus, cause unusual damage to the skin."

The process of squeezing a tuber is disgusting, but also strangely satisfying.

Every time a bulge was squeezed, it would spray out—a thick, yellow-green liquid with a pungent gasoline—and Owen finally knew where the gasoline smell in the greenhouse was coming from.

They collected the liquid in bottles as directed by Professor Sprout, and by the end of get out of class... they had already collected several bottles.

"Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now," said Professor Sprout, stoppering the last vial. "The pus of Babo's tuber is the best remedy for stubborn acne. This will prevent students from They used drastic means to remove their pimples."

Acne?

On the Gryffindor side, Hermione's eyes lit up, looking at the pus in her hand, she wondered if she should ask the professor for a bottle.

Well - as we all know, staying up late is not good for the skin.

Especially after they enter puberty, a few pimples will appear on their faces from time to time.

Fortunately, she and that nasty guy are not from the same college, and they don't meet every day, otherwise he would definitely laugh at himself.

Hermione could probably guess what Owen would say.

"Oh! My God! You're a fake wizard! Miss Granger. After all, you can't even deal with the pimples on your face."

Yes, he would definitely say that.

As for the real Owen, his eyes lit up when he looked at the contents of the bottle and jar in his hand. He had already begun to arrange and combine the potion formula in his mind. An acne-removing toner was definitely a good idea to make money.

hoo hoo hoo!
Hogwarts is such a wonderful place.

Every day brings new directions to get rich.

"Oh! The professor is talking about Eloise Midgen." At this time, Justin came over, and several people squeezed through the crowd and came together.

"Ask Hannah, she saw it with her own eyes."

"What happened?" Owen turned to look at Hannah again.

"Midgen, she planned to use the disappearing spell to remove the acne on her face yesterday!"

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"Awesome!" Owen gave a thumbs up and said why there were fewer people in Hufflepuff today.
"And then? Is her head still there?"

"Yes." Hannah sighed and said calmly, "She lost her nose and left a lot of blood. Others are helping to change her nose back, but it's a pity that it's of no use."

"Nonsense, the Vanishing Curse is to break down objects into fine dust and let them return to nature, not to transfer things to another place!" Owen shook his head and left the greenhouse with the little wizard.

He saw Hermione stay behind, talking to Professor Sprout.

"It's just luck that she didn't change her head!"

Get out of the greenhouse.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor parted ways.

Harry and the others are going to take Snape's Potions class with the Slytherins.

Another grudge match
And they're going to play the first defense against the dark arts of the year with the Ravenclaws.

Nothing happened at lunch.

Everyone is very relaxed, it is the first day of school after all.

Except for some people.

Generally speaking, Owen would choose to finish lunch and take a nap, you know—a guy like him who spends all day thinking about all kinds of troubles is the most troublesome.

If I don’t sleep at noon, I can’t even open my eyes in the afternoon.

But someone who is also over-brained is different.

Miss Granger seemed to be back to the way she was a few months ago.

He began to carry out the mighty introversion business on his own.

(End of this chapter)