That's it, on the third day of the summer vacation.

Owen spent half of his money.

No more!

Gotta get some money!

There's no better place to be at home than at Hogwarts!

Hogwarts is in charge of the food and does not charge tuition.

At home, he didn't even bother to go into the kitchen.

Although he was delicious, he was too lazy to make it.

It was all made by the elves for him before.

Right now...

Yes! Hogwarts!

I miss you.

Nima's, why do students have holidays, I like to study!

It's no wonder that a whole bunch of people don't want to graduate.

Good fellow, Hogwarts is simply the Garden of Eden for humans, and he doesn't want to graduate if he replaces.

And when it comes to making money, Owen remembers that there is still a treasure on him that has not found a market!

- The unicorn that picked up the corpse from the Forbidden Forest is still in his box!

He just shrunk it with magic and froze it.

Uh-huh - gotta get rid of it as soon as possible!

After all, killing a unicorn is a felony! Although he didn't kill him, it would get him in trouble.

Uh-huh – Diagon Alley is the place to be!

Although Tumbledown Alley was obviously better, the disgusting group of dark wizards challenged his tolerance line too much, and Owen was afraid that he couldn't help but nibble on a slice of melon.

After explaining the end of the cleaning of Aobo Benny's house.

The next day.

It's a brand new day.

Early in the morning, Owen began to dress himself.

Don't think about it, he doesn't have any quirks.

The main thing is to change the identity.

Although he didn't care, Dumbledore cared!

He didn't want the front page headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow to be: Shocked! The distortion of human nature, the failure of education.

A young Hogwarts wizard kills a precious beast, a unicorn—who is responsible for life.

Dumbledore's big failure, another Dark Wizard student. (It's true)

Hogwarts, where the thousand-year-old reputation is gone, is the youngest Dark Wizard born.

Wait a minute!

You can't make trouble for grandma, you know?

I haven't seen him because his grandfather has been haggard for several days!

As an outstanding student who can win the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, naturally he can't let the headmaster work for himself.

in the room.

With a wave of his wand, he contorted a mirror no smaller than the Mirror of Eris.

Then he cast a phantom spell on himself.

While performing magic, he adjusted his specific appearance.

As for the Illusion Charm, the changes it makes are actually very simple.

It's like someone has a stereoscopic projector on top. There was just another figure playing on the projection.

This level of change naturally cannot be compared with the Disguise Magus, or the compound decoction.

Because as long as the flesh touches him, it will see through the thin 'curtain'.

And it will not be detected by various magical abandonments.

Like the detection device before entering the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

But that's enough for Irving.

Shopping!

How can there be physical contact with people?

It's good to use magic to collect money.

From nine o'clock in the morning, Owen pinched his face for more than two hours, except for the time to eat and the cat meal prepared for Shylock.

I got so carried away that I almost forgot what I was going to do.

It was close to noon when he finally finished pinching his face.

A beautiful figure slowly emerged in the mirror.

It was a girl with a hood, a long robe, a white skirt exposed, and a pair of brown and black platform leather boots.

She has a graceful body and a light demeanor, like an elven fairy living in Avalon.

Removing the cloak with his hand, he revealed short chestnut hair and a beautiful face.

Warm lips as thin as cicada wings, tall nose.

The only flaw was her left eye.

Her left eye was closed, and it was printed with three fingers of madness.

Although the fingerprints add a touch of mystery to her, they also bring a sense of imperfect brokenness and vulnerability.

Of course, this may be more protective in boys.

"Hello, I'm from the other side of the fog, and my name is Melina."

She lifted the hem of her skirt dignifiedly, bowed slightly to herself in the mirror, and bowed slightly.

"Perfect؏؏ᖗ乛◡乛ᖘ؏؏"

Owen - ah- no! It's Melina.

A seductive smile crossed her lips.

The upside-down appearance of the beings made her herself in a trance for a moment.

"Wow Ka Ka Ka! I almost cried by my own beauty! ”

Wear a hood.

Cover up the inexplicable shyness.

Immediately, she pushed open the door and walked straight out of the house in the light of the rising sun.

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As a regular in Diagon Alley.

Owen (crossed out)

Melina naturally easily found the Leaky Cauldron Pub hidden in Charling Cross in Westminster.

"Clank!"

Pushing open the door, a cacophony of noises, strange smells, and exclamations from the crowd all poured into her brain.

Unfortunately, few of the noisy crowd paid attention to Melina.

O wizard!

There are many people with hoods.

It's nothing to fuss about.

Of course, if Owen was really here, then Mr. Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, would have taken out his broom and chased him away angrily.

A tragic past forced him to do so.

Walk past the crowd and knock on the walls of Diagon Alley.

In an instant, the living magical world was once again unfolded in front of her.

"It's so lively!" Melina sighed.

"Sure enough, the students are on vacation!"

At a glance.

The Florin Cold Drink Shop, the Bouncing Fun Magic Joke Shop, the Lady Prime Pinier Beauty Potion Shop, and the Quidditch Boutique all put up banners with huge promotions.

In particular, the bouncing and frolicking magic joke shop has all kinds of prank props on display.

It seems that for students, whether it's the wizarding world or the Muggle world, whether it's the United Kingdom or whatever, everyone's choice is the same.

Without hesitation, she went straight to the Slug & Giggs pharmacy.

This is a potions shop and the largest potions provider in Diagon Alley.

Of course, if you have the money, they can get some things that are forbidden by the Ministry of Magic.

If you don't want a lot.

Push the door in.

Owen (knock, wrong!) Melina's pretty brow immediately furrowed.

For those with potion filters, this potions pharmacy is a charming place filled with all sorts of interesting things.

But for an ordinary wizard with a normal head and no blindness, when he entered the door, he saw a row of barrels of sticky material on the ground, and all kinds of jars of powder and herbs against the wall.

Bundles of feathers, fangs, and claws hung from the ceiling.

It's definitely not a good experience.

Plus, the smell of the whole prescription.

It smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and rotten vegetables...

It can only be said that the talent for making potions has to be a little out of smell in it.

As long as you have a pair of normal breathing noses, you will definitely not be able to stand the smell.

Another "jingle" sound.

Then a middle-aged wizard with gray temples walked out of the inner room.