—September 25, 1950.

- My application has been rejected again.

- Hogwarts is getting more and more dangerous, and there are Grindelwald people everywhere.

- Even Gryffindor House has many small circles that worship the Dark Lord.

- There is an evil boy named Harry Potter who openly claims to be the master of those circles. Oh, my God! It's a world like this, it's breathtaking.

Isn't there really a hero enough to fight Grindelwald?

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Although only sixteen-year-old Voldemort.

But it's not that easy to fool.

Owen wrote a diary for almost a month, and he didn't reply a word!

The previous ink had not disappeared, so that he almost thought that the diary was a fake, and that Lucius had fooled him.

Or, the machine spirit of the notebook knows about the outside world.

In short, our sixteen-year-old little Tom stands out as silent, arrogant and shy.

Knock!

Doesn't it take a reader to make up a story?

No one commented, no passion at all!

This also writes a der!

Knock! Eunuchs!

In a little more than a month, Owen's story outline has been biased to the country of Java.

For this reason, he also went to buy a copy of "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings" to draw some inspiration.

It's a pity that this is only 1992, otherwise Owen Heights would introduce Tom to a continent called Azeroth, or a certain magic school called Rhea Lucaria.

For the rest of the summer, Owen was at ease.

Aside from the fact that Aubo Benny came to warn him not to continue using magic outside of school, and was sent away by Draco with a gold gallon, which was the only interesting thing, it was not uncommon.

Oh~ Speaking of which, Draco has been coming to the door again and again these days.

The arrogant claim is to make trouble for him, saying that he wants to avenge the revenge of the arrow he controls. But in fact, his identity as a withdrawal concubine has not changed much. It's just that it went from being forced to being voluntary.

The only good thing is that the amount of Huabei that Owen can use has increased a lot.

"I don't know what Lucius is thinking about again."

Don't use the beautiful man trick on him!

He's not a French priest, so it's useless for him!

Get!

Anyway, I didn't come to assassinate him, since I could spend money, that young master Malfoy could do whatever he wanted. We can't take care of it.

It's almost mid-August.

The defence-the-dark arts professor he liked was sent to his house along with the school's owl for the new semester's book list.

Along with the letter from Harry.

It was agreed that they would go to Diagon Alley together to shop.

Ah~ And, of course, our dear Mr. Malfoy.

The next day, Owen woke up early in the morning, and Dobby, the elf, was ready for the morning.

After a brief meal, he dressed up a little and asked Dobby to take him to Diagon Alley.

In front of Gringotts.

A crowd of young wizards gathered around the steps below.

The Weasleys all had strange faces, especially Mr. Arthur, who seemed to have a fever.

Harry's appearance was not very normal, and his forced appearance of composure reminded Owen of the young master Draco who was clamoring to defeat him one day.

"Hey! Irving. ”

From afar, Ron could see the black-haired boy in the crowd at a glance.

He waved his hand happily, followed by a small figure.

It's Ginny!

"How's the summer vacation?" Little Ron stepped forward excitedly, and only whispered in front of him, "I heard that you extorted another large sum of money from the Malfoy family..."

"Alas~ I warn you! Mr. Weasley! Don't slander me! What is extortion! That's investment, angel investment understands? ”

"It's the Malfoy family's affirmation of my strength and future! You know a! ”

"Yes, I don't understand." Ron continued to ask, unconcerned, "So how much money did you cheat him?" ”

"That's the number." Owen held out three fingers.

"Three hundred?"

"Who do you look down on!"

"Oh! Excuse me, three thousand? ”

"Thirty thousand!" Owen read out the unit of 10,000 heavily, and the devil knew that he was crazy for Halucius and wanted to give him 30,000 Galleons for nothing. In line with the mentality of having a cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, Owen accepted it all.

"Roar~ You're rich!" Ron held Ginny's hand and looked at Owen in disbelief, his hand was out of control due to a moment of surprise, and the little witch beside him frowned slightly.

This scene just fell in the eyes of George, Fred, and Percy behind him.

The third brother's face turned black in an instant!

Damn Ronald, snatched the love of their only sister.

He's done.

I'll tell you!

Shut up the honor of our Weasley men.

The three of them were on fire in their hearts, and Ron, who was at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of it.

He also happily called Harry, and a few of them walked towards the Blotted Bookstore with a smile and a smile.

Ginny, dressed in a brand new robe, had her head bowed, her head steaming, and she didn't know if it was because Harry was too close or something else.

Only Owen had insight into everything.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he looked at Ron, who was a little fluttering.

Ay! Silly boy!

I lost myself in the cute sister's voice 'brother', and I didn't know that my lovely sister's brother, he still had five!

The eerie atmosphere lasted until the front of the Blotted bookstore.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd and the heat gathered instantly washed away their fragile and eerie atmosphere.

"Another unlucky one." Owen pursed his lips and muttered quietly.

"Today is Lockhart's book launch, and my mom loves his books." Ron looked at the bookstore full of people and said disgustedly.

"Professor Lockhart is a writer?" Harry was a little surprised, it was the first time he had seen a living wizarding writer, "What's your name?" ”

He's going to buy a copy and go back and see it. After all, he is a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and it should be a very professional kind of teaching book, which must be full of all kinds of spells and how to deal with dangerous events!

Right! Right!

"Huh! Title: "Bragging Me". Owen said coldly.

He hates this kind of person who has no strength and pretends to be forced everywhere.

Pure stealing the limelight from him, it's not.

"Hey! Harry, Owen, Ron. Hermione's voice was heard in the distance.

Owen heard the prestige.

In the distance, one was wearing a blue cardigan and a black wizard's robe.

The little witch with a pair of flat shoes hurried towards them. (Fortunately, I checked, and it was only a dozen degrees in London in August...) It's almost written as a short-sleeved sandal. ）

"Are you here to ask for Professor Lockhart's autograph, too? Oh, my God! There are so many people here, I never knew there were so many wizards in the UK, I was standing in line for days. She said with excitement on her face.

"What time did you arrive in the morning?" Owen asked, as the spring water on the side of Senai crossed his cheeks, and Hermione, who was full of strong hormones all over her body, asked.

PS: It's Tuesday again, little wizards