I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 2 Since it is the second week, it is natural to let yourself go! (Seeking for further reading)

"Hi, are you a freshman at Hogwarts too?"

Just when Owen was about to burst into tears, a clear girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He looked back disappointed, and another extremely 'wrong' figure appeared in front of him.

"Um - what's the matter with you?"

Hermione's bright brown eyes flashed with distaste.

Who is this guy!

How old are you, and you still cry because you go to school
She didn't even cry when she first went to kindergarten.

"It's okay, I'm very happy to see such a fair girl." Owen reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes. Although his words might cause some unnecessary ambiguity, he swore that he was really happy.

This joy is especially strong after seeing a certain black and colorful Hermione.

"My name is Owen, Owen Sanchez, nice to meet you." Seeing that the Grangers behind Hermione looked at him more and more unkindly, Owen hurriedly suppressed the touch in his heart, pretending to be serious and said: "Hogwarts first year."

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." The little girl took a small step back obviously.

Then, under the slightly warning eyes of the Grangers, Hermione walked past him pushing the luggage without saying a word.

Um.
Vaguely, Owen seemed to see the words (-10 favorability) flashing above the heads of Hermione and his parents.

What a pity!
In the last episode, they often fell in love and killed each other, um—the kind that threw Avada at each other.

This time - since he is a character in the movie, will he continue his unfinished career?
I feel that the normal version of Death Eaters is not very promising!

While thinking, Owen followed the Weasleys through the wall.

"woooo~"

The moment he squeezed out from the wall, Owen immediately smelled the thick smoke and whistle of a steam locomotive.

The bustling crowd chattered, there were buzzing voices, the friction of dragging luggage, and the piercing hooting of owls, one after another.

It feels like there are a million crows screaming in your ears.

After finally squeezing through the crowd, Owen pushed his salute and boarded the train.

Unexpectedly, the aisle of the train was still very crowded.

The first few carriages had already run out of space.

The little wizards in the compartment were either playing around or talking to their friends. Owen even saw a few leaning out of the car window to talk to their families.

"Zizu." Looking at the little wizards with reddish-brown bow ties squeezed around their necks, half of their bodies were sticking out of the window, Owen couldn't help thinking of a sentence: "There are thousands of roads, safety first, and the car is not standardized. , two lines of tears for relatives."

All the way forward, after passing through several carriages, Owen finally found a small compartment with only two people.

"What a coincidence! Miss Granger."

It was Hermione and a round-faced boy in the carriage.

"It's quite a coincidence." The little witch frowned slightly, she always felt that the boy who was her age in front of her was a bit—how should I put it?Danger?
"Don't look at me like that." After placing the suitcase in the corner of the compartment, Owen sat next to Neville and said to Hermione, "I'm such a good person."

"At least—for now."

"However, I have no experience in this area, and I may have to ask for advice in the future."

Well, Owen admits that he has been a Death Eater for a long time and has acquired a lot of dark wizard temperament.

But he really didn't do anything outrageous. After all, the Death Eaters of Zhoumu was a serious 'justice' organization.

Owen himself—ahem—has just gnawed on a few traitors who are neither male nor female.
"dudu~"

At this time the whistle sounded, and then the train started slowly.

Hermione, who had no desire to talk, immediately ignored Owen. She took out a thick magic book from her suitcase, and leaned against the window to read it by herself.

Neville also sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the cubicle. He lowered his head and sat stiffly on the seat. He didn't even have the courage to mention the lost pet toad.

In this way, about an hour passed.

The train has left London.

They were speeding along fields filled with cattle and sheep.

There were also bursts of noisy voices in the aisle, and they were getting closer.

Finally, a smiling woman with dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

"Oh! No, I have one. My grandma made lunch." Neville was the first to reply.

"Please bring me some desserts, by the way—no! I want! Too much! Taste! Beans!" Owen said solemnly, reaching into his pocket to pay.

"I'm sorry, child." The woman was taken aback suddenly, and then explained with a little apology: "All the desserts were bought by the boy with the scar in the first few compartments."

"What?" Owen was taken aback, and the hand that was about to take out the money stopped in mid-air, "You sold everything to him alone?"

"He is rich." The woman said with a smile, she seemed very satisfied with today's big business. "You can try pumpkin pie or pot cakes, they are also delicious."

"No need." Owen suddenly stood up and put the silver coin in his hand back into his pocket.

Then he took out the wand that belonged to his grandfather from another pocket.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Hermione stared straight at Owen's back as he was about to leave. She had a hunch that something bad would definitely happen later.

"Huh - nothing."

Owen turned around and smiled shyly.

"I'm going to get to know the boy who survived the disaster and stole my snacks."

With that said, Owen left the compartment under Hermione's shocked eyes.

About half a minute passed.

The compartment door opened again.

It's Owen.

Holding many snacks, he calmly sat back in his seat.

"I'm back," he said.

By the way, he tore open a pack of unknown snacks and said, "Try it too."

"These are greeting gifts from Harry. As expected of the famous savior who survived the catastrophe, it is hospitality."

Hermione glanced at the snacks that filled the entire cubicle table in shock, and asked incredulously, "He gave you all the snacks?"

"Ok!"

"voluntary?"

"Yeah!" Owen nodded reluctantly.
"What are you talking about, do you think I will believe it?" The little witch stood up angrily, and then walked towards the outside of the cubicle.

"Forehead"

"Why doesn't she believe it?" Putting a piece of cake-like dessert into his mouth, Owen shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Neville, "Want to try it?"

"No - no need." Poor Neville leaned against the window, his trembling voice suggesting that he was about to cry.

"Make friends!" he said, slipping a bag of sweets into Neville's hand. "Don't you want to give me face?"

(End of this chapter)