Time flows.

In the blink of an eye, only 1% of the students' happy summer vacation remains.

With Dobby's help, there are a lot of things that Owen doesn't have to carry with him.

When he left home, he had his hands in his pockets and only a copy of Tom's notebook in his coat.

The last day of August.

Around 10 a.m., Owen arrived at King's Cross Station on time.

Maybe it was because he came too early.

So they didn't meet Harry.

I walked through the wall, boarded the train, and sat down in a random empty car.

The window was full of wizards seeing them off, which gave Owen plenty of fodder.

He quickly took out his notebook and continued to write his story!

Damn—Voldemort shouldn't have been fooled in the first place!

For more than a month, every day he was thinking about what to make up tomorrow!

This summer, he had an extremely uncomfortable time.

What's even infuriating is that, as the only reader, damn Tom still doesn't react at all.

It's like our lovely readers.

Is it to feed the poor author some recommendation votes and monthly passes or something?

Uh-huh – may the voting wizards receive a letter from Hogwarts soon.

"Merlin's beard, it's Owen, get out!" Outside the cubicle, the shredded footsteps of a group of young wizards could be heard.

"It's really him!"

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"We're done with him on us."

A few more voices rang out, and after glancing at Owen through the window, they hurriedly shrunk their necks and hurried away.

"Uh-I'm famous, too?" Owen touched his white-skinned and beautiful little face, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

After a whole year of hard work, almost no one in the whole of Hogwarts now wants to stay with him except Harry.

The reason is that I am afraid of .jpg.

Even if it's a Hufflepuff, not everyone can accept him.

At least Prefect Truman had put him on the spot.

"Hello."

Just as Owen came back to his senses and was about to continue making up nonsense to fool Tom, the door to the cubicle was suddenly opened.

There was an ethereal voice like a singing song in my ears.

It was—a girl with silver eyes, dark blond brown hair, and shiny eyes.

She wears a pair of turnip-shaped earrings on her earlobes and a necklace made of butterbeer stoppers around her neck.

The temperament of the dust makes her extraordinarily gorgeous.

It's like a projection of the moon on earth.

"Can I sit here?" She dragged the suitcase in one hand. In one hand he holds a pair of quirky red and blue star glasses.

"Of course, feel free."

Owen waved his wand and helped her put her suitcase away.

"That's amazing." Luna lifted her skirt slightly and sat down across from him.

Put on your own weird glasses and look at him.

She looks very casual.

The legs were constantly swaying, and the red stockings peeked out from the bottom of the skirt from time to time.

It's so cute.

"You're being pestered by harassing flies." Suddenly, she stared at her silvery-white, moon-like eyes, and spoke sympathetically.

"Harassing flies?"

"Yes, harassing flies...... They are invisible and will float into your ears and mess up your brain. She said, "I just saw a buzzing one." ”

She flapped the air with both hands, as if she were driving away the big invisible moth.

"Oh~ no creature bothers me, miss. I think you're mistaken. ”

Luna's little angel, who was refuted by Owen, did not retort anxiously, she just still used her fluttering eyes, with the sympathy between her eyebrows, and said softly: "You must have been entangled by harassing flies." ”

"Otherwise, how could you be so lonely?"

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...

Smell.

Owen gently closed the notebook in his hand.

Rarely, without any negative emotions, he just showed a smile like seeing an old friend, and opened his mouth to say, "Dear Luna, I'm so glad to see you again." ”

Luna Lovegood.

A true Ravenclaw.

The true spiritual heir of Rowena Ravenclaw.

He is also the only friend that Owen is familiar with without changing his schedule for a week.

The encounter with Luna was when he was in the fourth grade.

It had been less than two years since he left Hogwarts, and although they had a very good relationship, their friendship was inseparable.

"You know me." Luna affirmed that although it was the first time she had met Owen, the other party's eyes could not deceive people.

"It's like a dream in which we're good friends."

"Really?"

"Then we can continue to be friends!" Without any doubt, Luna lowered her glasses and held out her white hand, "My name is Luna Lovegood. This year's freshmen. ”

"Owen, Owen Sanchez, second grade."

As a friend, Owen also reached out in response.

In this way, the two young hands overlapped each other.

"I heard about you." Luna got up and sat down on Owen's side.

She fiddled around with the pink backpack around her waist for a while, and after a few minutes, pulled out a magazine.

"Singing the Odds, my dad's magazine." She said.

Subsequently, a few pages were turned.

"Look." Pointing to a photo in a magazine, she said, "My dad didn't like Lockhart either, he thought he was too pompous." ”

I don't know which reporter took the photo.

Stop, just as Harry drew his wand and gave Lockhart a spell, Lockhart fell in embarrassment.

The protagonist is naturally the famous savior, and Owen is only a supporting role, vaguely in the corner of the photo.

"It's a pity that I didn't get my handsome face photographed." Owen glanced at it, then said disgustedly.

"I think so." Luna looked at Owen very sincerely, "You look so much better than in the photos." ”

"It's just a weird smile." She shook her head and said in a trance, "Fake." ”

... Owen looked at her, his eyes flowing clear like never before.

He suddenly remembered his last goodbye to Luna.

The buds had just sprouted in the middle of summer that day.

The valleys of Hogwarts are full of grass that moves in the wind.

He couldn't remember the details clearly, but his ears were full of the ethereal voice: "I hope every laugh you will smile in the future is sincere." ”

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The last rays of summer shine through the car window, shining on Owen and Luna.

The train started slowly.

The aroma of grass coming out of the countryside comes in, and it makes people feel refreshed.

At noon, Owen bought a large bag of snacks and two glasses of chilled pumpkin juice.

The two talked and laughed, and he cooperated with her all the way to Hogsmeade Station.

It wasn't until another soft voice interrupted them.

"Owen." Enraged, Hannah squeezed through the crowd.

She wanted to ask why he had been sending waste paper to his house with eight letters a day for two months.

But just out of the crowd.

A head-on scene.

Owen is introducing Luna to the legend of the Black Lagoon.

Suddenly, the anger in Hannah's heart vanished, and instead converged into a trace of grievance that could not be dissolved.