The last party of the holiday, Owen has little impression of it.

That day, Hannah hadn't returned to school yet.

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The new semester begins.

Everyone is busy.

However, Owen did have a good thing, that is, Dumbledore announced that he had been dismissed from his extracurricular education.

At the same time, Professor Sprout also announced that he would be lifted from his ban.

was originally happy, but Hannah's words made him feel 39% lower.

On the first day of school, the first class, it was potions...

I don't know if it's the class schedule of the bastard volleyball team.

When Owen saw Snape's gloomy face again, he was not good.

Early in the morning, what are you doing~~~

Can you die if you give him a sunny spot? Can you die?

Even more unfortunate was that they were in the same class as Gryffindor.

Before the Potions class had even begun, he could already smell some kind of bloody rain.

"I should pretend to be sick, I may have eaten too many sweets recently, and I have a toothache!" Owen looked down and muttered something to Hannah.

And then - his teeth really hurt.

"Don't the professor off, Owen." Hannah still looked worried. Looking at Owen's eyes were clear, but he was puzzled.

Does he still have a toothache?

Of course, her main concern was Gryffindor's Juggernaut, after all, Neville was unlucky in Snape's class.

Owen skimmed his head and guessed.

Sure enough, when he turned his head, Neville seemed to have been criticized by Snape for the incorrect treatment of a certain herb.

Gryffindor was unfortunate enough to drop two more points.

"Anyway, I can pass the final exam with my eyes closed, so why should I have to suffer from class." With that, Owen shuddered.

At Hogwarts in January, it's cold like living in a freezer.

Although the temperature in the common room was still warm due to the fire, the wind in the hallways was worse than a bone scraper in other places, especially the Potions classroom in the dungeon.

Originally, because of the large water vapor near the Black Lake, coupled with Snape's own air conditioning attributes, there was a bit of physics in the magic damage, no matter how thick the little wizards were dressed, their hands and feet were still cold.

"Wait—I could have graduated directly, so why do I have to go to school?"

"Ah Qiu ~ sniff." A little cutie who caught a cold from last night's lifting of the ban was shivering and leaning in front of the crucible.

It's all his grandfather Grindelwald.

Who let him go out for a walk, not with him.

Otherwise, he would be enjoying the sun on the beach in the Maldives or looking for ancient ruins in the forests of Albania!

Hum!

Owen, who was a little angry, stirred the two crucibles in front of him left and right with a copper spoon in one hand.

"Mr. Sanchez, what did you do to my crucible!"

Suddenly, the temperature around Owen plummeted, and he didn't even look up to know that it was Snape who flashed behind him.

Knock!

That's why young wizards hate taking Potions classes in the winter.

"Professor, that's what you said!" Owen raised his head and clasped his hands in the crucible.

"Last Potions class, Ah Qiu~ You said that as long as I can boil the dead water in class, then you don't care about anything I dare this semester. Ah~~~"...... Owen, who didn't make it, swallowed a long breath of cold air.

"Huh? Have it? How I don't remember. Snape sneered, not intending to admit it.

Scold!

I know that I can play tricks.

Owen pursed his mouth and inhaled sharply.

Then, with a blank face, he took out a stack of parchment from his pocket, and then flipped through a few pages and read: "On December 16, 1991, at 3:51 p.m., Professor Snape said: What are you doing, Mr. Sanchez, who has allowed you to use a wand in my class?" ”

"Are you going to evolve into a hairless baboon?"

"Finished arranging the potion? How is that possible, huh! I was surprised, Mr. Sanchez. It seems that lying has become a proud Hufflepuff tradition. ”

"Okay, stop quibbling."

"If you can make a high-purity water of life and death before class, in my class in the future, you can do whatever you want, if you can't... Owen Sanchez, you will be locked up for a full year and deduct 30 points. ”

...

Hearing this, Snape's face instantly turned cold, and then the green muscles jumped, and it seemed that he was angry.

"So, what are you doing now, San-Che-Si-Xian-Sheng!"

"Hmm—on the right hand side is my medicine, Nine Nine Nine Cold Spirit Granules...", the little guy made a hand.

"Okay, it's a pick-me-up, it's cold, I'm hot, and the other - Ah Qiu~-yes..."Owen took a sip, "It's the hot pot base, Professor, when I boil the water dry, the fat in it will be mushy, and after cooling, it will be solid, and when you want to eat it next time, just break off a piece and throw it into the hot water." Owen said as he lifted the spoon in the cauldron.

"You see, it's about to succeed."

In an instant, a rich, spicy smell of roast meat wafted out unbridledly.

Throughout the Potions classroom, everyone could smell it.

"You actually use my crucible to make this inferior food in my class? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your teacher? Snape's voice trembled, and he was already angry when he thought about it.

"Ah Qiu~Hey~ Look-look at what you said, isn't the pot just for cooking? Besides, potions and hot pots are made by throwing specific ingredients into the pot at a specific time and a specific heat, and then boiling them after a specific stirring and a specific time. So, Professor, I'm studying! ”

"Shut up! Sanchez! Snape waved his wand and cast a spell like a hurricane, and after the subtle vanishing spell, Owen's fondue base completely disappeared from the castle, along with the poop of countless Hogwarts students hundreds of years ago.

"Now! Immediately! Get the hell out of here! He yelled, his cheeks slightly deformed.

"Okay~Okay~Professor~Aqiu~" Holding another crucible that was heating up the pick-me-up, Owen was bent on the safety of the professor and for Professor Snape's prosperous appearance not to be disfigured.

In order to have the air conditioner blowing in the summer, he got up numbly. Proudly tilting his head, he walked out of the Potions classroom as if he had won.

And then...

Then the corner ran to the principal's office.

Mobilize a wicked person to sue first!

"Professor~Aqiu~~" In the principal's office, which had changed its style at this time, Owen sat on the ivy chair, rubbed his eyes, and pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Professor Snape bullies. ”

After taking a gulp of the pick-me-up that Madam Pomfrey had prescribed him, he continued: "He sarcastically mocked me for not having parents-woo-woo-┭┮_┭┮"

"And said I was a baboon that hadn't evolved. ┭┮_┭┮——Aqiu~"

"I'm now... Now the only relative is grandpa. ”

"I still remember when I was a child, one night, it was raining heavily, I had a fever, and my mother - ah - no, grandpa - grandpa carried me on her back, over the mountains - well, no, over... Flip over... If you climb over the railing and run a red light, go to the doctor for treatment. ”

“...”