After a while, but seeing that the text did not appear in the notebook, someone added another sentence.

"Take it! Senior Tom, may this mediocre life be the cornerstone of your changing world. ”

Owen had no idea how much his passionate words of generosity would affect a young man who had just turned sixteen and would hesitate to kill for the first time.

No one had ever trusted him as much as Owen's goofy Gryffindor.

In the dark books, in a black fog.

A young and handsome figure, standing alone on this boundless black abyss.

His pale soul emitted a little bit of light.

Like the snow at Hogwarts in winter, it falls into the dark black lake and disappears.

Not even the water ripples swayed.

Tom didn't believe Owen, didn't believe a word he wrote.

But lonely thoughts always force him to stop thinking.

If, I mean if, he really didn't become Voldemort, he continued to be Tom.

If, Grindelwald's army does attack Hogwarts.

If, the old man who was wary of him really leaves.

Will you stand up and fight for the memory of the only bright color, Hogwarts?

This is a question that he may never be able to answer.

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The notebook that hadn't been called back to Owen all day, he didn't reply.

Taking advantage of this time, Owen took the time to finish the observation diary assigned by Professor Sprout.

Observe the diary!

The prominent one is just one word, making it up.

Anyway, the professor knew that he was making it up, and he knew that the professor knew he was making it up.

That's an observation diary!

Write a fart observation journal one day.

Don't make it up.

"That's a good job!"

The first class in the morning was Professor Sprout's Herbology.

In the greenhouse, the professor is teaching the young wizards how to change the soil for the mandrake.

The professor, covered in mud, took the moment to glance at Owen's small composition.

Well-the handwriting is neat.

Count this kid over.

As for what exactly Owen wrote.

Postpartum care for sows - that's impossible, the breeding manual for small feral cats is true.

Recently, Hillock has shed his hair very much.

The stiff bristles on its neck, that's quacking.

Owen doesn't carry it with him anymore.

Just keep it in the dorm.

And this leads to another interesting story.

In one breath, he pulled out the mandrake that was screaming with his teeth and claws, and then quickly stuffed it into another flower pot.

In the process, Irving's eyes quickly passed over his other two roommates, Zacharith Smith and Ernie McMillan.

These two have been silly since the day before yesterday.

Geigei's laughter, even in the middle of the night, came to reality in a dream.

These two critics can't treat Shylock's hair as unicorn hair! ’

Owen recalls the blanket of unicorn fur on his bed, warm in winter and cool in summer.

Two more fools blinded by money.

But Owen didn't want to wake them up, he always had to give others some dreams, didn't he?

It's exciting to think of the two of them happily saving up a semester's cat hair and walking into the magic material store, the scene of shattered dreams and empty people and money.

Hey hey –

After lunch, the next session was Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Irving, a sloppy professor who had a resignation letter ready on his first day on the job, didn't ask too much.

It would be nice to be his ruthless scoring machine.

Don't mess around with so many moths.

But, Mr. Lockhart, I'm afraid, he didn't put his position clearly.

Although the level of teaching in his first class was, in Ron's words, "I avenge the death of Professor Quirrell." ”

But that's it, he still can't pull his face, and he wants to prove himself frantically.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh God!"

？

Throw a believer in God out!

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all desks, chairs, and benches were removed.

An iron cage sits in the middle of the empty classroom.

"Bang!"

A loud crash came from the cage, and the whole classroom shuddered.

The hearts of the onlookers also trembled.

"Hagrid, that's—it won't be!"

Although the iron cage was covered with a layer of gray cloth, it had already deflected out of a corner under the impact of the monsters inside back and forth.

Harry's voice trembled in shock as he looked at the terrifying creature with several black hairy feet.

He looked in disbelief at Hagrid, who was comforting the monster in the cage.

"You Professor Lockhart begged me to find a magical creature to train the little wizard." Hagrid was not very happy to look at it, although his beard made it difficult to see his face, but from the tone of his voice, he could tell that Lockhart must have played some tricks.

"Practice?"

"Pleading?"

"I'm afraid he didn't want to kill us!" Ron screamed as he had already guessed what was in the cage.

An eight-eyed giant spider!

And it's still an adult, a wild eight-eyed giant spider the size of a car.

"Harry, he must have come to you for revenge!"

Ron hid behind Harry with his legs limping and his body shaking.

"Hehe-hard work!" Owen, on the other hand, thinks very differently from the others.

The moment I saw the eight-eyed spider.

Quirrell's appearance popped into his head.

Lockhart wasn't really going to learn from Quirrell.

Deliberately luring out a monster and then attracting Dumbledore's attention, demanding that he see himself, but their purposes were slightly different, one wanted to live, and the other wanted to quit.

The classroom was filled with the whispers of young wizards.

Until the sound of the quarrel, the quarrel between Lockhart's fans and normal people, the ceiling of the quarrel was about to crack, and a certain gorgeously dressed and lace-trimmed tight duel suit. The belated Lockhart made his debut.

"Bang Bang!"

He first applauded and drew everyone's attention to himself.

Then he looked around, and smiled grinningly at the little wizards.

"About the last lesson." (The Cornwall elves fight the professor, and Hermione ends up.) ）

"If you want me to say, it's just my test of you." He slowly walked down the stairs, and his mouth was even more shameless.

"I have to warn you! My job is to educate you about the most vicious creatures in the world of witchcraft, so that you can be prepared for the future. ”

"The Cornwall elves are just an appetizer." He walked over to the iron cage and tapped the railing with ease with his wand.

The pretended soft gesture did not hold even a second.

The next moment, the eight-eyed giant spider suddenly impacted, "Bang! There was a loud crash that almost frightened him and threw his wand out.

For a second, the professional even the trademark smile on his face disappeared.

But after looking at Hagrid, who was as tall as a hill, the worry on his face was well hidden.

This hill-like wizard must be able to protect himself!

Lockhart thought.

Moreover, he said, the eight-eyed spiders of the forest are his friends.

So there must be no problem, right?

Right!!!

(End of chapter)