Owen had guessed from an early age that his grandfather might be the famous 'Dark Lord' Grindelwald.

- The title of the Dark Lord was imposed on him by later generations.

There has never been a first-generation Dark Lord, a second-generation Dark Lord.

Grindelwald believes that everything he does is for the benefit of all mankind, so it is not dark.

Many years later, Rita. Skeeter made this assessment of Grindelwald in her fictional book, The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

- If he fails to be at the top of the list of the most dangerous dark wizards in ancient and modern times, it is only because a mysterious person of the later generation has come to dominate and seized the crown.

But it's clear that Rita. Skeeter didn't fully understand that history.

In Owen's opinion, these words should be changed to - if he does not make the list of the most dangerous dark wizards in ancient and modern times, he is only because Grindelwald never spread terror to Britain.

During the victory, Grindelwald was dealing with the entire wizarding world, including North America, Africa, Europe and other continents, and dozens of national ministries of magic formed an international wizarding search team.

Voldemort's influence is really unworthy of lifting shoes compared to Grindelwald.

"Albus." Professor McGonagall whispered, the kid in front of her was unscrupulously casting curses on his peers outside of school.

In her opinion, the deduction of points is considered light, and it should be confined.

"Ahem, Minerva, he's just a kid." The old headmaster patted Owen on the head without a trace, and then returned the wand to him, "And he hadn't entered Hogwarts yet." ”

"I think it's okay to strengthen education in the future."

"It's not getting early." The old headmaster stretched out his hand, half-pushed, and pulled Owen aside, "I remember, you don't know where Hufflepuff's public rest is!" ”

"I'll send you back." He said.

Then in Professor McGonagall's shocked eyes.

One old and one young, walked past a table full of all sorts of strange things, pushed open the oak door, and finally disappeared at the top of the staircase.

Vaguely, it seemed to send back Dumbledore's gentle attention, "You should buy a wand of your own." This will help you in your later studies. ”

"The professor - I don't have any money!"

"It's okay, I can fund you."

"Thank you, Professor, for being so nice to me."

......

The second day of school.

Owen's name spread.

Almost everyone in Hufflepuff knew that this freshman who dared to drive the Sorting Hat crazy when he came up was actually sent back to his dormitory by the Headmaster himself yesterday.

According to Owen's roommate, Justin's advocacy.

Dumbledore smiled, shushed him and asked for warmth, and his earnest care was considered restrained.

In the afternoon, the gossip that Owen was the illegitimate grandson of a certain professor spread.

I don't know if it's the bastard's nonsense.

Owen was the first to suspect the Weasley Twins, but unfortunately he didn't see each other all day.

The matter had to be abandoned.

In the afternoon, Hufflepuff's headmaster, Professor Sprout, had changed his bad impression of Irving.

In the herb class, this unobtrusive little wizard turned out to have a lot of knowledge of herbs, and although there were all kinds of mistakes in that knowledge, Professor Sprout couldn't help but like this unusual and intelligent student.

In fact, what Owen really wanted to learn was a magical beast protection class, but unfortunately it was only available in the third grade.

In his grandfather's words, 'If you get to Hogwarts, go to that magical beast protection class and see what they're capable of!' ’

And that Hufflepuff house. ’

All right!

It seems that even after all these years, his grandfather Grindelwald's grudge against Newt has not dissipated.

Tuesday was two new classes – Charms and Transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick held on to his previous opinion of Owen and didn't like the little guy who was so outspoken.

It wasn't until Owen easily waved his wand and likened the feather to a shuttle racing back and forth over the classroom that Professor Flitwick enthusiastically gave him a 'five'.

No way, it's that good.

And unlike a good Hogwarts alumnus like Owen, a simple levitation charm.

In one class, half of the young wizards were not very successful.

There were a few Hufflepuff freshmen who, after a few failed attempts, were reluctant to wave their wands again.

Say it's a fear of losing face...

It's the little wizards of Gryffindor, all of them as cheeky as city walls, and Ron, the fool, almost blinded Harry with his wand.

However, after he was struck by Hermione again, he refused to wave his wand again.

"Hey! The little wizards of Hogwarts still lack pressure! ”

Sitting on a Hufflepuff bench in the lunch hall, Owen couldn't help but sigh.

"Why, do you know anything else about other magic academies?" As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the Gryffindor bench on the other side.

It's Hermione—the little witch is still angry, and she's stealing the limelight from her Charms class!

"Of course, I knew that there was a magic school, and poor students would be made into mage balls by honor students."

"Can you imagine? A two-meter-high ball of flesh, composed of the flesh of a wizard, is full of heads on the surface, the key is that they are not dead, but their bodies are blended with other people, and all they can do is wail all day long. ”

"Hiss~ It's very interesting to listen to."

Owen was still smiling, as if he were saying what you were eating.

But the others, especially Jarvis, who was sitting next to him, only felt a chill in his back, and hurriedly moved to the other side.

"Perverted!" Hermione grimaced and said, "Are you a fool for me?" Would the Wizard allow such a school to exist? ”

Although she had only been in the wizarding world for a short time, this kind of school, which adhered to the laws of the dark forest, was obviously too shocking. No one will believe it easily.

"Really! Rhea Lucaria School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Owen swore an oath, "Why, are you going to explore the mysteries of the stars and pursue the magic of the stars?" ”

"I can teach you!"

"Who's going to learn this kind of black magic!" The little witch put down her knife and fork, and she was full.

Angry.

Then he picked up the thick magic book on the table and chair, got up, glared at Owen fiercely, and walked away.

Uh-huh—Owen dared to swear by Ron's red thread that she must have gone to the library to look things up.

Hey!

That's right.

The little wizard is about to roll up!

If you don't go to school well, how can you study how to violate the school rules all day long!

It's true that there is no summer cram school at Hogwarts.

This is a disaster for an involution expert like Owen!

If everyone is not involuted, how to reflect the difference and how to show the level?

Isn't this the world of Datong?

Hum!

This kind of sprout must be extinguished and sprouted!