It's a coincidence or not.

Dumbledore, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, was walking around the castle.

I happened to walk to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Then I heard the Shakespeare of the wizarding world, Owen's self-proclaimed, his speech.

All of a sudden, the faint, deep sorrow that had been buried deep in my heart came back to the tip of my heart, blocked in my chest, and I couldn't go up or down.

Pain!

It hurts so much!

He was now quite sure that Owen had been sent by Grindelwald to torture him.

It was revenge for some of his past decisions.

"Gellert..."

The old headmaster, who had been abused with a big knife, dragged his physically and mentally exhausted body and looked at Owen deeply.

Then, with a sigh, he turned and disappeared into the shadows of the hallway alone.

The figure—like the afterglow of the curtain down.

With an infinite attachment to the earthly world.

On the other side, Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Voldemort, who was indifferent to Owen, didn't continue to talk nonsense with him, he relied on Quirrell's life force to breathe, his energy was limited, and it was a waste of his precious blood to say a word to this kind of idiot little wizard.

After a hurried glance at Harry, the Dark Lord fell into a deep sleep again.

After Quirrell's body was regained, he was warned by Voldemort not to dare to make too many movements.

After bluntly interrupting Owen's rambling words that he wanted to blurt out. began to tell the story of the vampire that few people wanted to hear again.

The classroom fell silent again.

And even with it, in the days that followed, Hogwarts also fell into peace.

Of course, this kind of calm is relative, and after everyone raised the threshold in their hearts for Owen's various commotions, it was indeed much calmer. In addition to the sea...

During the flying lesson, the conflict between Draco and Harry broke out.

Professor McGonagall was pleasantly surprised to discover Harry's flying talent and recommended him to Wood.

It's just that what makes Owen wonder is that Harry and Draco haven't had much contact this week, so how can they still be entangled?

Could it be that this is the so-called fate?

I don't know if they can achieve positive results for the second week...

From the week, Hard's sadomasochistic Owen who passed by silently ate melons.

In this way, September flew away, and it was mid-October when I looked back again.

He didn't wait for sadomasochism, but waited for a certain period of time that was inappropriate for children - what midnight, multiple people, secret sneaking, wild, thriller, being chased and killed...

Well, it was actually Draco who tricked Harry into a midnight wizard duel, in order to trick Harry into sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night, and then informing Filch to catch him red-handed.

It's a boring little trick.

But Harry the reckless man ate this, especially after he learned a few practical magic from Owen, the soul of the Gryffindor reckless man hidden in his heart began to stir.

And then......

Speaking of which, I really don't blame Owen.

It can only be said that Harry, who had learned a few spells, swelled.

In the original book, the trio who were found in the middle of the night hid in the corridor on the fourth floor where entry was prohibited.

Met the three-headed giant dog Lu Wei.

In the original story, they ran away, and as soon as Louwe woke up from his sleep, they took advantage of the gap to escape, and in the end they were not injured. And Hermione also noticed the trap bolt beneath Lowe.

But this time, Harry, who has been trained by Owen for more than a month, doesn't know which brain is wrong, after seeing Lu Wei, he subconsciously pulled out his wand and wanted to fight in the middle of the lane...

And then...

A mage who is still developing, he has to PK with the full-level beast elite warrior Imperial City.

If it weren't for the scent of Hagrid on them, they probably wouldn't have made it out of that room alive.

Of course, for Harry's provocative behavior, Lu Wei still gave him a very merciful slap in the face, and Bia was on the wall.

Then Hermione and Ron scrambled to rip him off.

All the way to the school infirmary.

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In the Hogwarts infirmary, Hermione stood in front of Harry's hospital bed, touching his tears while holding his hand, red and swollen eyes, dusty clothes, and even the fluffy hair on his head that had lost his proud independence in the past.

The whole person, looking ready to listen to the last words of the savior.

Oh! May Father Plum and Plum Son bless him, Plum Gate!!

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall hurried in her tartan pajamas.

She glanced at Harry on the hospital bed, and her face changed suddenly.

Harry, who was wrapped in twisted flowers, was sickly and chirping, and the corners of his mouth were indistinctly speaking, as if he were speaking; "Run."

"It's all Malfoy's fault." When Professor McGonagall arrived, Ron immediately rebuked loudly, "That coward, you deceived us..."

He was often fooled by Owen, and he had already reacted at this moment.

The so-called midnight duel was a conspiracy from beginning to end, and it is estimated that Malfoy was lying on his big bed at this time, and he was asleep!

"Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall stared at Ron with a cold face, until he felt a rage in his heart, and then she said, "Maybe you should explain why Mr. Potter is lying here." ”

"It's a three-headed dog, Professor." Hermione picked up the conversation and looked up at Professor McGonagall.

"It's in that hallway on the fourth floor."

"Corridors? I remember that there were little wizards who were forbidden to enter. ”

"We—" Hermione was speechless for a moment, she couldn't say that she had forced her way in to avoid Filch.

Professor McGonagall's stern eyes, which swept over Hermione's stumbling face, instantly understood everything, and her eyes behind her square glasses were instantly filled with anger.

"Twenty points for Gryffindor!" She shouted. "Everyone."

...

Hermione was taken aback, sixty points, well, now she finally beat Owen once.

Because even if he tossed for more than a month, he had not been deducted so many college points.

"Alright, Professor McGonagall, the kid isn't too badly hurt." Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, walked through the inner door of the school hospital with a cup of potion. "He broke a few ribs, and I guess he must have had some kind of impact."

"The main thing is that I was frightened, I took medicine, slept for one night, and I will be alive again tomorrow."

Despite Madam Pomfrey's best efforts, Professor McGonagall clearly had no intention of letting them go easily, "They deserve to break the school rules and hurt their own classmates." ”

"The three of you." Her gaze swept over the standing and lying people present, "Every Wednesday and Saturday night, Professor Transfiguration is locked up in confinement. ”

"Until the end of this semester!"

After saying the last sentence, Professor McGonagall asked Madam Pomfrey about Harry's exact injury, and after watching him drink the potion and his face gradually turn bloody, he left this time with peace of mind.

Of course, Hermione and Ron were out of luck, and they were invited to the office for tea by Professor McGonagall.

Isn't it that I can't sleep at night and always likes to run around?

Then stay up late to copy the school rules!

If you don't finish copying, you won't want to sleep tonight.