"Bang !!"

The sound of a twelve-foot troll falling to the ground was deafening.

But Harry, or Hermione, or Hannah.

None of them were attracted by the sound.

Their eyes never lingered on the troll for even a second.

All eyes were on Owen.

It's like they're meeting each other for the first time.

They looked at the man's languid expression, his hands folded, his indifferent stance, and the madness that flashed in the corners of his eyes.

It turned out that what he said was true.

Hermione shuddered.

She remembered the joke that Owen had played with her in a playful moment.

The words that made her angry, the words she thought were just someone's bad taste.

It's all true!!

Killing Curse, this was the first time she had seen a Killing Curse!

He really does use the Killing Curse.

The horror of the sudden loss of life made her grab Harry's hand and take a step back.

And Harry...

He reacted more than Hermione.

Because just as death passed over his head, he seemed to faintly hear a woman's scream.

The voice was so high-pitched, so unsettling to him.

There was only Owen present, and he didn't react from start to finish.

It's as if you've done something extremely insignificant.

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And then there are the usual passages in the movies.

As soon as Owen's side ended, a group of professors rushed to hear the news.

Coincidentally, he had serious suspicions that Dumbledore had been watching from a short distance.

In the crowd, Owen also spotted Professor Quirrell.

He remained submissive, standing with Snape, his eyes full of horror as he looked at the trolls on the ground.

It looked like a frightened girl.

Hey, hey, hey! It's still loaded! Professor Quirrell.

Owen pursed his lips, you crazy self-detonation, even a blind man can detect it.

And Dumbledore has been indifferent, haven't you considered that your own methods are wrong?

You know, about the level where the Philosopher's Stone is stored, each level is in charge of a certain professor, and Quirrell happens to be in charge of the troll level (the movie was not made, but there is it in the original book. ）

And now the trolls are here.

It's not a hint, it's literally riding on Dumbledore's head and shouting that I'm a Death Eater! I'm a Death Eater!

Catch me! Catch me!

Owen could understand his thoughts, he was parasitized by Voldemort, and his every move was watched by others, even if he regretted it now and wanted to report it.

Then it is impossible for him to run up to the old headmaster and say, "Your Tom is on my head."

It's a pity that the two people who are not on the same signal at all are destined to miss this hard-won fate.

"They need to rest...", dressed in a purple ornate robe, silvery-white, waist-length hair that could be tucked into the belt.

Dumbledore's loud voice captivated everyone at once.

After the half-moon glasses, his eyes glittered with human brilliance scanned the entire bathroom, and finally his gaze stayed on Owen, "The other little wizards will be brought back by the heads of the houses, Professor Quirrell, and the aftermath of this troll will be left to you." ”

"No—no problem, first—birth." Quirrell said in his nono tone.

The moment his words fell, he bowed his head.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

If Dumbledore had invited him to tea in the Headmaster's office at this time, he would have jumped for joy.

Can... Why!

He has obviously been exposed to this extent, and Dumbledore is still waiting?

Someone, who was about to drink tea, was still staring at Quirrell's expression. Until a loud voice rang in his ears.

"Owen, you come with me."

The old headmaster patted him on the shoulder, then turned to leave.

Owen, on the other hand, followed under the attention of several professors. (Professor Quirrell!) No—my Professor Quirrell. Ah~~~ The fun is gone. ）

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No one knew what Owen had been talking to Dumbledore about that night.

The only thing Jarvis knew was that he came back late, but slept soundly.

After the next day, it seemed as if nothing had changed, and Owen was still the same, just disappearing for a while every night.

The end of Halloween.

The old headmaster deliberately gave points to all the young wizards who participated in the troll siege battle at the dinner party the day before the class started.

Hermione, Harry, Hannah, Jarvis, and even Ron, who was offline from the start.

Each of them added 10 points.

Only Owen is missing.

In this regard, although a certain dark leader expressed a strong protest.

But it didn't work.

Dumbledore said to him: "While your actions are worth the point, the spells you use are not worth encouraging.

Therefore, the merits and demerits are offset, and no points are added or deducted.

Then I pulled him to open an ideological education class for more than two weeks, every afternoon!

Until the time comes to mid-December.

Christmas Eve.

Poor Owen even missed the Savior's first Quidditch match because he was punished for copying books in the Headmaster's office at that time.

All day!

It's all copying books!

Owen seriously suspected that Dumbledore just didn't want to pay for the printing of some of the library's magic books, so that his free labor could be handwritten here!

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One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up from a dream to find that it was covered with several feet of snow and that the lake was covered with hard ice.

The Weasley twins were punished again, along with Owen.

They enchanted a few snowballs, causing them to run after Quirrell and smash them behind his turban.

The Weasleys, of course, didn't know that the pinnacle of their lives was just around the corner.

And Owen, he?

He is a pure and happy person, and where there is fun, there is him.

Teasing Voldemort is naturally not to be missed.

These days, everyone can't wait to look forward to the holiday.

While fires were blazing in the Hufflepuff common rooms and auditoriums, the windswept corridors were chilling, and the window panes of the classrooms were rattling in the bitter wind.

Early in the morning, Hagrid ran to Hufflepuff House early in the morning.

Office of Dean Pomona Sprout.

The wizard, who had the blood of giants, shouted in a rough voice, "There are a few fewer owls in the school, a few less!" ”

"It must be that evil little Death Eater!" .... Wait a minute

Anyway, Hagrid pestered Professor Sprout for a long time, but it ended up in anger that he couldn't produce any evidence.

Before leaving, Hagrid let go of the cruel words, "I'm going to catch that kid, sure!" ”

Looking at Hagrid's departing figure, Dean Sprout finally made up his mind.

Prepare for a serious clean-up of some academy rat...

In this way, Owen, who had to go to the principal's office every afternoon to take a moral class, liked to mention the confinement package in Dean Sprout's office in the evening.

The days passed.

In the days leading up to Christmas, Owen's day suddenly became regular.

Every morning, after getting up and washing, I went to Professor Sprout's office, reported in the greenhouse, and after the morning with the dean, I went to the castle for class.

At noon, I went to the greenhouse to report, had lunch with the professor, learned some herbal knowledge along the way, followed by classes in the afternoon, drank tea in the principal's office before dinner, and ate in the greenhouse after dinner.

Extremely regular.

This day by day, Owen has a strong illusion of retirement.