I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 87 Secret Room Adventure Professor What are you doing~~~

That scene.

Harry, Hermione beside him, and Hannah, Ron, Justin, etc. behind him, are all indescribable.

In the flames, Owen held his wand and stood there like a living devil.

And at his feet, there lay a beast whose whole body was charred black, with traces of burn marks on its skin. It was covered in smoke, and white breath was coming from everywhere.

The head is even more separated from the body.

The water on the ground turned into a blurry mirror, and the sky and the earth met, making the entire corridor turn fiery red.

And Owen was just standing next to the Acromantula and the pile of rotten flesh.

Phew~

His robes whirred and stained his cheeks with ashes.

The gray pupils seemed to be able to spit out fire.

All of this is beyond words, what a shocking and beautiful picture it is!

"Owen~"

Hearing the voice coming from his ears, the Demon King lazily turned around.

"Here!" he said.

The voice was as calm as the breeze blowing through the castle.

"Don't you know each other?" He smiled understandingly, then waved his hand, "Hagrid will trouble you to move to the school medical room. I'm going back."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor alone, together with the spider swarm.

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In the evening, news about the Defense Against the Dark Arts course spread throughout the castle.

Professor McGonagall personally intervened, investigated and collected evidence.

And from the debris on the fourth floor, many traces of transfiguration were found, which proved the words of a small number of young wizards.

Hagrid was moved to the school hospital by Harry and the others.

Madam Pomfrey herself prepared twice the amount of antidote for a normal person.

After a few days, he returned to normal.

As for Lockhart, although I don’t know why Dumbledore didn’t expel him, the principal still suspended him from class as punishment.

The subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cancelled, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts spells were taught by Professor Flitwick, a former dueling master.

As for Irving.

After Professor McGonagall checked the facts, he was neither given extra points for defeating the Acromantula nor deducted points for maliciously frightening his classmates.

It can be said that once again the merits and demerits are balanced.

But none of this matters.

What's important is that when the little wizards learned that it was Owen who used the 'phantom spell' - no one believed that a second-year wizard could use deformation on such a large scale.

They are more willing to believe that Owen used a 'phantom spell'.

It's like a body-disguise curse, just to scare people.

After self-anesthesia, they were all surprisingly angry with Owen.

The clamor for some color for Irving, which started in the first grade, began to rise again.

"Let them come." Owen said mockingly while reading a notebook in the Hufflepuff common room.

"I just bark and ask them to come together. I don't need a wand!"

"But, I think-" Hannah wanted to say something more, but Owen had already lowered his head to look at Senior Tom's message.

——Go! Go to the girls' restroom on the third floor.

——What you want is under that sink.

Come on!

Here comes the excuse!

"I have something to do tonight and I have to go see Professor Dumbledore." He suddenly jumped up from the sofa and ran out without looking back.

"Hey - wait!" A concerned voice came from the lounge, but before she could say anything, Owen had already disappeared into the oak barrel.

"Owen~"

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On the eighth floor, Owen, who got the password to the principal's office after trying twice, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth, haha ​​- the password was changed from Cockroach Heap to Lemon Olaf, you are really creative!

Push open the oak door.

Sporadic sounds, Fox's shouts, and the Sorting Hat's shouts came and went.

"Huh? It's so late? Owen, are you okay?"

The old principal was wearing a gray-white nightgown and was sitting on a chair, writing and drawing. It looked like he was writing a letter.

After seeing Owen come in, he intentionally or unintentionally stuffed the parchment scroll in his hand into the pile of books beside him.

Hmm--the behavior is very suspicious. You can be sure that this is not a serious letter.

Owen glanced at it and couldn't help but be startled when he saw the pile of books, because one of them was very familiar to him and he had just read it last night.

"Ahem."

After withdrawing his thoughts, his vision returned to the old principal.

He wasn't here to pry into the old principal's privacy.

After all, as far as Dumbledore's privacy was concerned, Owen could tell it with just his mouth - when he was 16 and he was 18, on the grain pile, you and he were forbidden to be 18 years old, and the story could be described in detail!

"Change your clothes, Professor."

He held up the notebook in his hand and said with a smile: "Are you ready to go on an adventure?"

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Ten minutes later.

One large and one small, the grandfather and grandson quickly came to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

The place is being renovated.

I heard it was because of the troll - no - it was Hermione who broke some pipes in the bathroom.

The old principal is looking for people to raise funds to renovate this place.

But—it’s been almost a month since school started, and the construction of this shitty place hasn’t even started yet.

Sewage all over the ground. All kinds of debris are piled up in the corner.

Even the sink at the entrance to the secret room had been cut in half.

"Why is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets in the girls' bathroom?"

The old principal asked with some confusion.

"I didn't know. There aren't many normal ones in the Gaunt family anyway. The previous heirs had some special quirks - we have to understand that."

"But, I'm talking about professor~"

Owen glanced at Professor Dumbledore beside him.

At this time, he was wearing a tight-fitting gray robe, and an unknown leather breastplate with little protective effect on his chest.

Because of Owen's reminder, the basilisk is immune to most spells - the old principal also carries a sorting hat around his waist.

The left hand holds the glorious Gryffindor sword.

He wears a pair of fire dragon leather boots, and his wrists and trouser legs are also fitted with leather armor.

Even his pet Phoenix Fox was brought along.

It was now falling on his shoulders.

Forehead.

Elder Wand, Sorting Hat, Sword of Gryffindor, Phoenix Fawkes

Three legendary magic props plus top pets.

Owen's eyes drooled sincerely.

What are you doing~~

With this golden suit, those who didn’t know would have thought you were going to challenge Sauron, the Demon King!

"Professor, do you have to do this?"

His cheek twitched.

Dumbledore, you are dressed like this - how dare you say you are not Gandalf!

"Isn't that what you said? We are going on an adventure." The old principal smiled shyly, "These are all my adventure armors when I was young. I think back then, me and -"

"Stop!" Owen quickly stopped Dumbledore's tirade.

I don't want to know your honeymoon story with Grindelwald.

"We're going hunting, it's just a little monster, and we're not going to fight Voldemort one on one, so why should we be so cautious?"

"Be careful in everything, kid." The old principal winked at him.

"Then I suggest you don't wander around in this outfit, as it can easily cause panic in other countries!!!"

There was really no one at work today, no one at all.

I'm just looking at the data alone and have nothing to do. It's just that something went wrong, as long as someone is there, sorry! Why can't I go home with this little job?

My home computer can outshine the company's computers. knock!