I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 271 A cup of Hermione Granger to warm the winter sun

"I?"

"Yes, don't leave Hogwarts soon, and don't go home for Christmas. You will stay in the castle until something is over."

"Why?" This time it was Furong who spoke, wasn't it just two goblins?
How can it be?

Can you still rebel?

"Anyway, it's very troublesome!" Sirius said impatiently. He seemed to be in a hurry, as if he had something to tell Dumbledore in a hurry, "That's it, you go back to the castle first, remember what I said."

After entering the castle and passing through the oak door, he hurriedly disappeared into the corridor.

Hermione had no doubts that he was off to find Dumbledore.

But that didn't allay her doubts.

In the end, she could only walk into the auditorium with Fu Rong in a somewhat decadent manner.

In Zhoutian's auditorium, there are many young wizards studying (writing homework) there.

Hermione had no trouble finding the seat she wanted.

After a while, Owen also appeared in front of the auditorium.

Holding a cup of milk tea that burned like a flame, he walked quickly towards Hermione, his face was full of joy.

"Get rich!!!"

"Miss Granger! I'm rich!"

"Hi!" Gemini followed closely, "That's obviously our product!"

"Climb! Without your brother's ideas, you would never be able to sell so much money in your lifetime." Owen glared at the two of them with disgust, "When it comes to grabbing credit, you two are quite active. The drink is not what I want. Does it match?"

"The finished product is what we tested." George said angrily.

"Who paid for the materials in advance! Who gave the advertising money! Who found the contacts! You two tool people still have face."

Harry, Ron, they each held a cup of milk tea, and everyone gathered on the Gryffindor bench.

While scolding, Owen looked like he was about to praise me. He faced Hermione and said excitedly, "Do you know how much milk tea we bought in the past two days?"

"Milk tea?" Hermione was slightly taken aback. She was a little overwhelmed by the sudden enthusiasm of the boy. She didn't understand what Owen said until she saw a cup of dragon milk tea in their hands.

Strange to say.

Because she looked around at this time and found that most of the little wizards were holding a cup of fire dragon milk tea in their hands.

Is this thing selling so hotly?

She looked down at her glass.

It tastes really good.

"Two days! Two thousand cups!" Owen said happily, "I just opened a store in Diagon Alley yesterday."

"Buy a Silver Sickle for a cup, earn more than 100 Galleons in two days! Wuhu! Take off!"

"When the market spreads out, march to Europe and march to North America, I'm going to make a fortune!"

"You opened a shop in Diagon Alley?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "When did you get the deed to the house in Diagon Alley?"

"It's from Malfoy, it's not important." Owen suddenly stood up and shouted loudly towards the corner of the Gryffindor bench, "Colin, come here."

Colin, who was immersed in drinking Nuanyang, raised his head in confusion.

After seeing Owen's fiery eyes, he quickly ran over with the camera he carried with him.

Owen came to him for nothing more than asking him to take pictures.

Colin is also happy to see this, because Owen will pay him every time.

In the third grade, he has accumulated a considerable fortune.

"Take a few pictures for Miss Granger, by the way, develop with the color ink I gave you last time. I'm going to make some posters!"

The last time Irving said was naturally the one interviewed by the Warriors.

He and George worked out a black and white newspaper with color ink development and gauze, but because the current magic machine can only print black and white newspapers, it is useless.

However, it does not need to be printed as a poster.

He only needs a few.

"When we wait for the competition, put up a lot of advertising!" As he said, he suddenly looked at Hermione, then put his hand on her shoulders and said solemnly, "You must win beautifully! Miss Granger."

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A sense of absurdity flowed into Hermione's heart.

After being silent for a while, she asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"You don't understand, because you understand, I will pay you the endorsement fee, so you better not understand." Owen said to himself.

Hearing the sound, Hermione changed her face in a second.From what she knew about the boy, he must have done something that would give her a reason to beat him.

But today she doesn't plan to pursue it.

This girl is in a good mood today, and I plan to let you go.

She squinted her eyes and puffed out her cheeks, looking extremely cute.

Of course, there is another reason.

Hermione, who suddenly seemed to have remembered something, gradually calmed down.

She choked back all the words.

She wanted to tell him about meeting Sirius just now.

And the matter of those two goblins.

But - maybe Sirius is a little nervous, she doesn't think the two goblins can pose any threat to her, and even if they do, she can easily deal with them.

If I told Owen, he would definitely stir up troubles besides being worried, and Hogsmeade finally calmed down.Just keep him out of the way.

Hermione, who had thought clearly for a moment, changed her voice and talked about something else.

"About Dean Weasley's test, have you found any clues?" She said flatly, taking another sip from her cup of dragon milk tea.

"test?"

Owen froze for a moment.

test?

oh!What a test!
He almost forgot about it.

Recently busy making money and teaching Hermione - magic.
Ahem—look, Miss Granger is still concerned about his test while studying magic.

and himself
But—but!Owen would definitely not open his mouth to say that I forgot.

How embarrassing is that?

He's going to be that guy Justin—"Well!" he falters.

His head was spinning crazily.

As if he was going to meet Joan of Arc, his mind started to deconstruct the test questions left by Dean Weasley in a frantic manner.

"Oh! Of course, I have been thinking for a long time these days, and finally found a clue."

With a flash of inspiration, Owen quickly took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Use the wand to write a paragraph on it.

"Beyond the mist, where the view cannot be hidden. Beneath the tall buildings of splendor and glory, see your humblest friend. Go find it—recover the lost treasure of the Weasleys."

The parchment was exactly the puzzle of Head Weasley.

"We always thought this should be a complete sentence. But is it possible, this is actually two paragraphs." He took the wand and crossed out the Weasley Family Treasures at the back.

Then will 'beneath the tall towers of splendor and glory, see thy humblest friend clearly. ' was drawn individually.

"The tall building is obviously talking about Hogwarts, so what is the most humble friend?" Owen looked at Hermione and said seriously: "Who is this 'you' referring to?"

"Isn't it you?" Hermione said, frowning.

"How is it possible?" Owen rebuffed straight away: "The puzzle originated from hundreds of years ago. Can the wizard from hundreds of years ago still predict the 'me' of today? Can he still figure out who my friends are?"

"so what?"

"I have a bold idea!" He shook his palm slightly, and a two-way mirror appeared in his hand.

"Hey! Is Dobby here? Is Dobby here?"

This time was different from the time at Black's ancestral house, the elf on the other side responded quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Sanchez, are you looking for me?"

In the mirror appeared an elf dressed in medieval armor and holding a long sword in his hand.

The armor on his body was shrunk by half one by one, and he was wearing it just right, but the sword still remained the same.He held it up vigorously, looking a little funny. "Yes! Come to Hogwarts, the Great Hall."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment, Dobby wants to return the costume on his body." After finishing speaking, the side of the double-sided mirror went dark.

"???" Owen frowned, "Costumes, what costumes?"

Just when he was wondering, only ten seconds later.

There was a sudden 'pop' in a corner of the auditorium, and a small figure appeared on the Gryffindor table.

Dobby, who fell to the ground suddenly, was dizzy, covered his head, and stepped on the textbooks of the little wizards.

"Hi!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Dobby quickly took a few steps back to apologize.

But when he stepped back, he stepped on the finger of the little wizard behind him: "Ouch!"

"Look at it!"

"Oh, sir, it's all Dobby's fault. Dobby—Dobby can give you some compensation." He didn't dare to move any more, so he could only sit on his knees on the table.

"Er—" At first, the little wizard was still a little angry, but when he looked up and saw Dobby, most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

After all - what could a house elf compensate him for? Besides, if his friends knew that he had accepted compensation from a house elf, they would definitely laugh at him.

"No need!" The boy spit out the word, then rubbed his fingers and continued to work hard - oh!It turns out today is Sunday
Seeing that the boy rejected him, Dobby was a little frustrated. He stood up and bent over, wanting to say something else.

But Owen's voice had already passed. "More than!"

"Um - please accept this." Dobby quickly took out a golden ring from his pocket.He placed the ring next to the boy's book.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the boy, he quickly ran towards Owen.

"What have you been doing?" Owen asked curiously as he approached.

"Someone asked Dobby to make a movie!" Dobby was wearing a woolen sweater and a woolen robe, sitting on the edge of the table, shaking his legs, and said happily, "Dobby met a kind person who said he was a squib, But with a career in the Muggle world, he has a big dream of being able to make a film about the wizarding world."

"How is this possible!" Hermione said immediately, "The Ministry of Magic will not allow it."

"The gentleman said that he could change the script or film a Muggle fantasy novel so that the people at the Ministry of Magic would have nothing to say."

"Fantasy masterpiece?" Hermione immediately thought of a fantasy novel that played an important role in the UK.

"Are you going to make Lord of the Rings?" she asked immediately.

"Has Miss Granger read that book?" Dobby asked curiously, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Dobby always thought that the book must have been written by some wizard, and the person named The wizard named Gandalf must be Dumbledore!"

"The gentleman said that there is a very challenging role in the book that is perfect for Dobby. Dobby loves challenges!"

"stop!!!"

Seeing that the father's rebellious remarks like his son's were getting deeper and deeper, Owen quickly stopped.

Then he lowered his head and whispered to Dobby, "Give me the contact information of that kind person later, and I will invest in him!"

Hey!
Even being rebellious can't stop you from making money!
Just hearing the name of this movie, you know that it is worth at least 30 billion US dollars.

If you have money, you don't make money, you bastard!
Even Owen can contribute some 'movie props' too!

"Get back to business!"

Owen blinked at Dobby, and the elf immediately understood and showed him a big smile.

"I think the 'you' in this proverb doesn't refer to me, but to Hufflepuff! Helga Hufflepuff." He pointed to the parchment on the table and said to Hermione: " And her humblest friend is, of course, the elf!"

Owen finally made the point he had spent a few seconds thinking about.

Then he stared at Hermione proudly.

Although hasty, his guess was reasonable, at least he convinced himself.

But obviously, he didn't see any look of approval on Hermione's face, and Owen even saw her frown.

"I don't think so," she said, and pulled a stack of parchment from her pocket too.

Or rather, a book.

When she opened it, Owen saw densely packed text.

"As we all know, the house elves at Hogwarts were first brought in by Lady Helga Hufflepuff.

But she didn't give the elves their freedom, she just gave them a sanctuary where they could work at the school and not be abused. "

Hermione spoke calmly, her slender fingers flipping through her book quickly.

Although she does not pester everyone to join her in liberating the elves like in the original book, it does not mean that she will give up on this cause.

She just understands the rules of operation of power in the magical world, and understands that unless a race cannot complete its own awakening, then everything done by outsiders is just a castle in the air.

Now what she pursues is to do what she can, such as improving the working environment for Hogwarts elves - things like that.

Miss Granger is doing great things with indomitable steps, little by little, like a foolish old man moving mountains.

This is [-] times greater than anyone who can only talk big, has trouble opening his mouth, shuts up the elf is ignorant, and he himself does not even want to speak, insensitive, oppressed and does not know it. !
Hermione looked at the parchment in her hand, which recorded her investigation into the lives of the elves at Hogwarts, "This can be seen from their attitude towards Dobby.

Dobby was paid to work, and the other house-elves were ashamed of it. "

"I also thought about knitting some scarves and socks and leaving them all over the castle, so that the elves who came to clean them would accidentally pick them up and be free.

But I found that they didn't change much after picking them up, so I guessed that they had a mental master, and only he had the power to give them freedom. "

"And I think that's Dumbledore!"

"Stop!" Owen quickly stopped Hermione from continuing to speak, and if this continued, she would be able to talk until tomorrow.

Regarding the house elves - it is not that simple to awaken a race that has servility in its blood. He is actually quite optimistic about what Miss Granger is doing now, because it is like a great social experiment. She is now The accumulated experience will be the capital for her future governance.

There is no second such suitable race in the wizarding world.

Besides, it was still at Hogwarts, so it was safer.

"Maybe so!" Owen put away the parchment on the table in front of him, "But the humblest friend in the castle can only be a house elf."

"Oh! Except you!" He turned to look at Dobby.Then turned to look at Hermione again, "It can't be the snake in the Chamber of Secrets!"

"What snake!"

"Well - it's not important. In short, the elves who have lived in the castle since the establishment of Hogwarts more than 600 years ago must know the secrets of this school better than the wizards!"

"Dobby!" Owen called out.

"Sir?" Dobby responded happily.

"Go to the kitchen and ask the elves if they know anything about the treasures of the Weasley family, and there is a witch named Shani Weasley."

"Ok sir."

With that said, Dobby jumped off the table and ran happily out of the auditorium.

Looking at Dobby's leaving figure.

Owen shook his head slightly.

Regarding whether he can find useful news, Owen actually doesn't have much expectation.

First of all, Dobby is too different from those Hogwarts elves. Creatures who consider themselves slaves and free people are two different creatures even if they belong to the same race.

Secondly, after so long time has passed, there is no such thing as a historian in the elf group. Whether they will record the previous history is still a question mark.

I can only say, so be it!

It's a clue after all, isn't it?

Maybe we can actually find out some useful information.

There is no such possibility.

While Owen and Hermione were talking, Fleur on the side had been looking at the two of them curiously.

Whether it was the content of their conversation or the sudden appearance of the elf.

It all made her feel novel.

Wow!
The elf who keeps his clothes on.

This was something she had never seen before, and Beauxbatons had many elves too, and she was familiar with such creatures, but she had never seen anything like Dobby.

Fleur suddenly discovered that even though she had been friends with Hermione for so long, she had never understood the oldest magic school in Europe. Here, things that shocked her seemed to happen every day.

The little wizards here will come up with new ideas every day and put them into practice.

And that boy—his body seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of fog, and every time she thought she saw something clearly, the fog would get worse.

That sense of mystery always attracted her attention.

"What a wonderful place!" She looked at the two with a smile on her lips.

(End of this chapter)