"I'm Owen Sanchez, a sophomore."

"I'm here to remind you."

The dark freak guy is in full swing.

Owen swept past the clear, stupid freshmen and said, "Our seniors are the best of you—Big Brother!! ”

"If you don't understand something, you can ask us, and we will tell you kindly."

"Now please introduce yourself, each of you will introduce your original school and name, starting with you!" He pointed to a wizard on the far right.

"I-" The named little wizard got up ignorantly, and then whispered a little shyly, "I'm from England, Greater Manchestershire, and my name is Domingo Myers." ”

"No energy!" Justin, who was finally able to make a show, exclaimed, "I can't hear you." ”

"Do it all over again!"

"I can't hear it at all! Say it again! ”

"I can't hear you! Again, I want to be in Hufflepuff so quietly!! Owen followed.

"I-I'm from, Greater Manchester, and my name is Domingo Myers." The little guy, who had never seen such a formation, hurriedly stood up straight, straightened up, tilted his head, and roared until his face flushed.

"Good! Very energetic! Next! Owen nodded approvingly, then glanced at the next witch.

"My name is Karene Cabrera and I'm from Ireland."

"I can't hear clearly!"

"I can't hear it, it's too quiet!"

"Do it all over again!!" Around, the seniors who entered the play in a second yelled nonsense.

Their faces were excited, and their eyes flashed with the green light of a happy person.

Owen's little routine, they figured it out in a second.

It is conceivable that in the near future, this fun will be combined with the nascent Hufflepuff tradition and passed on forever.

"I—" The little girl was frightened by everyone, and tears were about to come out.

But the inexplicable school violence made her afraid to reply, so she had to shout loudly with a trembling voice: "My name is Karene Cabrera, and I am from Ireland. ”

"Good! Next! ”

...

Owen let out a loud shout, and Karene Cabrera hurriedly sat down.

And the joy that belongs to their senior year has just begun.

Hufflepuff has always been a place for new students.

The fun lasted until lunchtime.

Except for the freshmen.

A smile welled up on every Hufflepuff's face.

Until Professor Sprout arrives when he hears the news...

And then...

Owen was pleased to mention his first stay in the second year, and the punishment of one point deduction for all the senior wizards present...

Alas, it's a stay in the church again, and I don't have any intention at all.

Owen pouted, like a hero, and waved to the other big brothers while Professor Sprout wasn't looking.

Dude is going to drink tea in the greenhouse.

Hey—those amazing plants are worth a lot of money, and Professor Sprout is a good talker, but it's perfectly fine for him to drop a few by the way.

When you think about it, that's a punishment!

The proper arrival went.

In Professor Sprout's greenhouse, there are many mandrake seedlings.

Remember last semester?

The only mature mandrake that the Professor had brought in had been turned to ashes under Voldemort's spell.

In the aftermath of the incident, Professor Sprout lost his rare temper and said that he had to find the thief.

It's a pity that the whole Hufflepuff helped to search for a week, and no suspicious person was found.

Because the most suspicious, the professor ruled out from the beginning.

In Professor Sprout's words: "Though Owen is a mischievous kid, I'm sure he'll never steal, he's not that kind of person." ”

The inexplicable trust really touched Owen.

And then...

He returned half of the fourteen herbs he had stolen from the previous semester.

Woo - I'm so emotional, don't say it, I'm going to cry first.

"Remember to go back and write an observation journal about Bai Xian, six inches." At the end of the greenhouse farming tour, before leaving, Professor Sprout said with a cold face to Owen, who jumped up and down as if he had been liberated.

"Ahh Six inches! ”

"Seven inches!"

"Oh! I mean, no problem professor, I'll turn it in next week. ”

"The day after tomorrow!" Professor Sprout continued with a straight face.

"The day after tomorrow... I don't have time! I'm going back to writing my fantasy novels. Owen grunted and widened his eyes, a pair of shiny gray eyes reflecting Professor Sprout's figure.

He's trying to get by.

"Tomorrow!" The professor said toughly.

"(ˉ▽ ̄~)cut~~" Seeing that he couldn't get any benefits, he had to pout and run away.

"This kid." It wasn't until the figure of a certain imp disappeared into the greenhouse that Professor Sprout's face regained a smile.

Although the child had a bad personality, he was extremely talented.

Arguably, the best student she has ever taught. Maybe in the future, she can also cultivate a student who can change the magical world.

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Professor Sprout over there dreams that his students are changing the world.

Students here, Owen is creating a whole new world with his hands.

—November 3, 1950.

- Today, the big devil Grindelwald has another henchman.

- It's a witch named Mona Prout, who is good at using the Daming biting kale herb witch, and fought her in a duel today, but my magic (selling cuteness) didn't work at all, and her monster bit my knee hard.

I dragged my crippled body back to the common room alone.

- I didn't dare go to the hospital, I heard that the head nurse of Hogwarts, Bill Frey, was also from Grindelwald, and they often secretly plucked the livers of young wizards to experiment with some kind of evil and heinous magic.

I don't want to wake up with one less kidney.

- I want to change schools, but I heard that other wizarding schools in Europe are more cruel than Hogwarts, and I want to drop out, but- where can I go? Hogwarts is already the only pure land in this world, and outside, it may be a hundred times more cruel than here.

I have nowhere to go.

The Order of the Phoenix doesn't want me either, they dislike me for being too weak.

What can I do?

What else can I do!

I want to die in such a world!!

Write it.

Owen took the chicken blood that had been prepared, pretended to be sad and angry, and stuffed it all into his notebook in one breath.

Cut your wrists! This is an imitation of a cut-wrist.

Qiuqiu's great savior, Senior Tom should give a reaction!

Plum Gate!

Perhaps God really heard his call.

Maybe Merlin couldn't stand it, and this snakeskin boy was violating his reputation.

In short, Owen's words for nearly two months are finally starting to change.

They become fainter and fainter, almost in the blink of an eye, and all the words disappear.

Then, a clearly audible sentence appeared on the title page of the journal.

"Hello, Vincent."

"I'm Tom, Tom Riddle."