I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 87 Chamber of Secrets Adventure Professor What are you doing~~~
That scene.

Harry, Hermione beside him, and Hannah, Ron, Justin and others behind him are beyond words to describe.

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

And at his feet, lay a blackened beast with burnt marks on its skin. It was smoking all over, and a white aura was emitting from all over its body.

The head is separated from the body.

The water surface on the ground turned into a blurry mirror, and the sky and the earth were shining together, which turned the entire corridor into a fiery red.

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

Call ~
His robes whirled, his cheeks stained with ash.

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

All this makes people unable to describe in words, what a shocking and beautiful picture it is!
"Owen~"

Hearing the voice in his ear, the Demon King turned around lazily.

"Here!" he said.

The voice was as flat as the breeze passing by the castle.

"Don't you know?" He smiled knowingly, then waved his hand, "Hagrid will trouble you to move to the school nurse, 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 class spread in 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 testified to the words of a small number of little wizards.

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

Madam Pomfrey personally prepared an antidote that was double that of ordinary people.

After a few days, he was back to normal.

As for Lockhart, although Dumbledore didn't know why Dumbledore didn't expel him, the headmaster stopped his classes as punishment.

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

As for Owen.

After Professor McGonagall checked the facts, he neither added points for defeating the acromantula nor deducted points for scaring his classmates maliciously.

Be it, once again the merits and demerits are equalized.

But none of that 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 transformation on such a large scale.

They prefer to believe that Owen used a kind of 'magic spell'.

Like the illusion spell or something, just to scare people.

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

It started from the first grade——the voices clamoring to give Owen some color began to rise and fall again.

"Let them come." In the Hufflepuff common room, Owen said mockingly while reading (notebook).

"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 the sink.

Got it!

Here comes the excuse!

"I have something tonight, I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore." He suddenly jumped up from the sofa, and then ran out without looking back.

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

"Owen~"

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On the eighth floor, Owen, who was given the password to the principal's office after two attempts, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth, hehe—the password was changed from cockroach pile to lemon snow treasure, you are really creative!
Push open the oak door.

Fragmentary sounds, Fox's cry, the Sorting Hat's cry, one after another.

"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 coming 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.
"Cough cough."

Withdrawing his thoughts, he returned his vision to the old principal.

He didn't come to spy on 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 [-] and he was [-], on the grain pile, you and he were forbidden to be [-], and the story could be described in detail!

"Change your clothes, Professor."

Holding up the notebook in his hand, he smiled and said, "Are you ready to go on an adventure?"

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ten minutes later.
One big and one small, the grandpa and grandson walked quickly to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

It is under renovation.

Rumor has it that the troll - no - Hermione smashed some plumbing in the bathroom.

The old principal was looking for someone to raise donations to renovate here.

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

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

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

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, why is it in the girls' bathroom?"

The old principal asked with some doubts.

"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."

"However, I said professor~"

Owen glanced at Professor Dumbledore beside him.

At this time, he was wearing a tight gray robe, and a nameless leather breastplate with no protective effect on his chest.

Because of Owen's reminder, the basilisk is immune to most spells - the old headmaster still has a sorting hat on his waist.

In his left hand, he holds the Gryffindor sword with great military exploits.

Wearing a pair of dragon skin boots, the wrists and trouser legs are also tightly fitted with leather armor.

Even his pet Phoenix Fox was brought along.

It was falling on his shoulders at the moment.

Forehead.
Elder Wand, Sorting Hat, Gryffindor Sword, Phoenix Fawkes
Three legendary magic props plus top pets.

Owen saw sincere saliva in his eyes.

what are you doing~~
With just this body and the golden suit, those who didn't know thought you were going to single out the Demon Lord Sauron!

"Professor, do you have to do this?"

His cheek twitched.

Dumbledore, you are dressed like this - how dare you say you are not Gandalf!
"Didn't you say that? We're going to take an adventure." The old headmaster smiled shyly, "This is my adventure armor when I was young. Back then, me and——"

"Stop!" Owen hurriedly stopped Dumbledore's next tirade.

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

"We are going hunting, just a mob, and it's not a one-on-one fight with Voldemort, so why be so cautious?"

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

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

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

　　I just looked at the data alone and didn't have anything to do, but I made a mistake, as long as I'm here, oh!Why can't this work let me go home?
　　My home computer can throw the company computer eight blocks away.knock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)