I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 3 We will definitely see each other often in the future (please read on)

Just when Owen was going to continue to have a friendly relationship with Neville, four screams suddenly came from the corridor.

Then came the footsteps of 'Deng Deng', and the roar full of anger: "Owen!"

"Hey! I'm here! I'm here!" Owen got up and poked his head out, and ran into Hermione who was full of anger. "If you weren't blind"

"What did you do! You put a spell on them, didn't you!"

"Ok?"

"I'm talking about Miss Granger. How can you insult people's innocence out of thin air?" A certain murderer leaned against the partition of the compartment with a meaningless face, lazily grasping the end of the wand and said, "Did you see that?" ? What proof do you have that I did it?"

"You" Hermione glared at him fiercely, "That's a petrification spell, isn't it? I've seen it in books!"

"A friendly reminder, Miss Granger, I'm just a poor and helpless first-year freshman. Even a wizard in fourth or fifth grade may not be able to release such a profound magic as the Petrification Curse." Owen's gray pair of The eyes reflect the phantom of the devil.

He always has a faint smile on his face, just like his decent clothes, he exudes the temperament of a hellish gentleman.

"You—you are a fool!"

"Okay! Then Miss Granger, would you like to make a bet with me?"

"what?"

"Bet a Galleon, I didn't do this thing, so what. If you win, you can deal with me as you like. If I win, you lose me a Galleon." The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly, and then Said slowly.

"Okay! I promise you." Hermione immediately agreed without any hesitation.

Hmph, this is the way to Hogwarts, and serious school violence happened around her. When she got to school, she must report this to the professors, no—tell the principal.

"Let's go." Owen walked over immediately, and when he passed by Hermione, he showed her a 'you're lost' smile.

"Hmph!" Hermione snorted in response.

This guy is really annoying.

The little witch's belly was full of anger, and now she looked at Owen even more, and felt disgusted.

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The cubicle that Harry and Ron were in was only a few steps away from them, separated by only three cubicles.

When I met Owen, I bumped into another acquaintance.

A handsome blond guy and his two followers.

"No wonder there were four screams just now."

"Yo~ Isn't this Master Malfoy?" Owen narrowed his eyes and hurried forward.

Draco!This is his money bag!

The Malfoy family - one of the families that my grandfather often attacked rich people.

Rich as hell.

If there was a Forbes rich list in the wizarding world, their family would definitely be in the top few.

As for the specific twists and turns of the story between them.

That was really Harry losing his mother - it's a long story.

"Owen Sanchez!" The moment he saw Owen, Draco took two steps back and almost fell.

"You—you, don't come here. Tell you Owen, without your grandpa, my dad can do whatever he wants." He raised his hands, and his pale golden hair suddenly lost its luster.He spoke intermittently.

"Can it? How can it be?"

Owen stepped forward.

And Draco, like a frightened mouse, took four or five steps back with a pale face, "My father is the director of Hogwarts!"

"Oh! so what?"

"I-I'm warning you not to mess around. I'm going to tell my father." Draco felt dizzy, and his memory seemed to return to that afternoon dominated by a certain two grandfathers and grandchildren.

Immediately afterwards, perhaps the deep-rooted pure-blood pride of the Malfoy family suddenly broke out, and he even mustered up a bit of courage to look at Owen.

Driven by this courage, the child just glared at him, then turned around and ran away, completely ignoring his two followers.

"Draco? Draco!"

After the two followers saw Draco running away in a hurry, they were still in the mood to show off their power and quickly chased towards the back car.

"Oh! It seems that I accidentally left a deep psychological shadow on the child." Owen curled his lips and muttered indifferently.

Then he turned and walked into the compartment.

In the room, Harry and Ron were as motionless as if immobilized. If you looked closely, you could even see that their exposed skin had a certain stone luster.

"Admit it! You did it." The girl following Owen first glanced at the direction in which Draco was escaping.

His face was gloomy.

Another victim.

How many people has this guy bullied!
Then she turned to look at Harry and Ron again.

Draco's behavior just proved that it was this annoying guy who petrified them.

"When I get to school, I will definitely tell the professors about it."

Hermione raised her head, showing her slender neck, and said seriously, "Even the principal."

"Don't be so anxious!" Owen glanced at her.

Hiss—if you throw a cutting spell at this time
It will definitely be a lot cleaner in the future—right!
"Remember our bet?"

"You still want to quibble?"

"No, I mean, you should prepare that Galleon." While speaking, Owen raised his wand and tapped Harry and Ron's heads lightly.

A flash of water-like luster passed by, and the two men recovered immediately.

"You!" Ron, who had just regained his freedom, immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth to complain.

But in the next second, he was abruptly interrupted by Owen holding his wand.

"Ouch! You are so careless, Ron-san."

"Huh? What?"

"Look at your wand, the unicorn hair is leaking from the center. You must have made a mistake with this wand and petrified yourself and Harry just now, right?"

"You—what are you talking about?" Little Ron's dull eyes were full of confusion.

"It's a good thing I found out, otherwise you would have been petrified for several hours' drive from Hogwarts, and there was no professor on the train who could undo the spell for you. If you were unlucky, you would even be left on the train, You missed the opening ceremony!" Owen held up his wand and kept waving it in front of the two hapless ones.

"Yes—is it?" Ron swallowed, his eyes fixed on Owen's wand.

"But it doesn't matter, we are at the same level, and we will meet often in the future. If you want to learn how to undo the curse, I can teach you." Owen's amiable smile influenced the two.

Obviously, this effect is outstanding.

Ron's face turned pale, and his body stiffened as he said the keyword for self-improvement: "In the future?"

"Often?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Owen blinked, and continued: "So now Ron, can you tell the girl next to me. Did you cast a spell just now, and the wand lost control and caused petrification?"

"What about you?" Owen turned his head to look at Harry.

"I—I think Ron is right." Harry immediately agreed. He who had just left the Dursleys' house was not the reckless Gryffindor he would be in the future.

In terms of confession, he—Harry Potter, has rich experience!

　new book set sail

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(End of this chapter)