That scene.

Harry, along with Hermione beside him, and Hannah, Ron, Justin, etc., behind him, are difficult to describe in words.

In the flames, Owen stood in place with his wand in hand like a living demon king.

And at his feet, lay a beast with a charred body and burnt marks on its skin, it was covered in smoke and its body was emitting white breath.

The head is separated from the body.

The surface of the water on the ground turned into a blurry mirror, and the sky and the earth collided, which turned the entire corridor fiery red.

And Owen, just standing next to the eight-eyed spider, the pile of rotten meat.

Call~

His robes whirred and stained his cheeks with ashes.

The gray pupils seemed to breathe fire.

All this is indescribable, what a shocking and beautiful picture!

"Owen~"

Listening to the voice in his ears, the Demon King turned around lazily.

"Yes!" He said.

The sound was flat, like the breeze blowing through the castle.

"Don't you know?" He smiled knowingly, then waved his hand, "Hagrid will trouble you to move to the school infirmary, and I'll go back." ”

With that, he turned around and disappeared alone and with the swarm of spiders at the end of the hallway.

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In the evening, news of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class spread through the castle.

Professor McGonagall personally interrogated, investigated, and collected evidence.

And from the debris on the fourth floor, many traces of Transfiguration were found, which testified to the words of a small number of young wizards.

Hagrid was moved to the school hospital by Harry.

Madam Pomfrey personally concocted twice as many antidote to ordinary people.

After a few days, he was back to normal.

As for Lockhart, although it is unknown why Dumbledore did not expel him, the headmaster suspended his classes as punishment.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class was cancelled and Defence Against the Dark Arts spells were taught by Professor Flitwick, a former dueling master.

As for Owen.

After Professor McGonagall checked the facts, she did not deduct points for defeating the Eight-Eyed Spider, nor for maliciously frightening her classmates.

Sort of, once again, the merits and demerits are offset.

But none of that matters.

Importantly, when the young wizards learned that it was Owen who was using the 'illusion spell' - no one believed that a young sophomore wizard could use Transfiguration on such a large scale.

They prefer to believe that Owen has used a 'magic spell'.

It's like a phantom spell or something, it's just to scare people.

After self-anesthetizing, they were both surprisingly angry at Owen.

From the first grade, the clamor to give Owen some color began to rise and fall again.

"Let them come." In the Hufflepuff common room, Owen said mockingly as he read a book (notebook).

"It's just a bark, let them come along, I don't use a wand!"

"But, I think—" Hannah wanted to say something more, but Owen looked down at Tom's message.

- Go for it! Go to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

- All you want is under that sink.

Come on!

Here comes the excuse!

"I have something to do tonight, I'm going to see Professor Dumbledore." He suddenly jumped up from the couch and ran out without looking back.

"Hey—wait!" There was a voice of concern in the lounge, but before she could say anything, Owen had already disappeared into the barrel.

"Owen~"

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On the eighth floor, Owen, who was given the password to the principal's office after two attempts, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, hehe-the password was changed from a cockroach pile to a lemon snow treasure, you can be really creative!

Push open the oak door.

The sparse sounds, the cries of Fawkes, the shouts of the Sorting Hat, one after the other.

"Huh? So late? Owen, is there anything wrong with you? ”

The old headmaster, dressed in a gray-white nightgown, was sitting in a chair, writing and drawing, as if he was writing a letter.

After seeing Owen come in, he intentionally or unintentionally stuffed the parchment scroll in his hand into the pile of books on the side.

Uh-huh - very suspicious behavior. You can be sure that it is not a serious letter.

Owen glanced at it, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the pile of books, because there was one of them that he was familiar with, and he had just read it last night.

"Ahem."

Retracting his thoughts, his vision returned to the old principal.

He wasn't here to snoop on the old headmaster's privacy.

After all, as far as Dumbledore's privacy is concerned, Owen can open his mouth to tell - when you were sixteen, he was eighteen, and above the heap, you and his eighteen forbidden stories, the detailed plot can be depicted!

"Changed clothes, Professor."

He held up the notebook in his hand and said with a smile on his face, "Are you ready for an adventure?" ”

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Ten minutes later.

One big and one young, the grandfather and grandson walked quickly to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

It is being renovated.

I heard it was because the trolls - no - it was Hermione who smashed some of the pipes in the bathroom.

The old headmaster swished to find someone to raise money to renovate the place.

But—it's been almost a month since school started, and construction hasn't even started in this place.

Sewage all over the floor. All sorts of debris are piled up in the corners.

Even the entrance to the secret room, the sink, had been cut in half.

"Slytherin's secret room, how can it be in the girls' bathroom?"

The old headmaster asked with some confusion.

"How do I know, anyway, there are few normal Gunter families, and the previous heirs have a bit of a special fetish - we also have to understand."

"However, I said Professor~"

Owen glanced at Professor Dumbledore beside him.

At this time, he was wearing a tight-fitting gray robe, and a nameless leather cuirass with little protection on his chest.

Because of Owen's reminder, the basilisk was immune to most spells—the old headmaster also wore the Sorting Hat around his waist.

In his left hand, he holds the sword of Gryffindor, which has won so much battle.

He wore a pair of dragon leather boots, and his wrists and trouser legs were also covered with leather armor.

Even his pet, Phoenix Fawkes, was brought along.

It was falling on his shoulders at the moment.

Forehead.

The Elder Wand, the Sorting Hat, the Sword of Gryffindor, the Phoenix Fawkes

Three legendary magic items plus top pets.

Owen's eyes drooled sincerely.

What are you doing~~

Just this one, the golden suit, I don't know that I thought you were going to fight the demon king Sauron!

"Professor, is it necessary for you?"

His cheeks twitched.

Dumbledore, you're dressed like this—you dare to say you're not Gandalf!

"Didn't you say that? We're going to take risks. The old headmaster smiled shyly, "This is all the adventure armor of my youth, I think back then, I and-"

"Stop!" Owen hurriedly stopped Dumbledore's ensuing tirade.

I don't want to know your honeymoon story with Grindelwald.

"We're going hunting, just a little monster, and we're not going to fight Voldemort alone, so cautious?"

"Be careful in all things, child." The old headmaster winked at him.

"Then I suggest that you don't wear this dress to wander around outside, it is easy to cause panic in other countries!!"

There is really no one at work today, no one.

I'm alone looking at the data and there's nothing to do, it's just that something goes wrong, just be there, Gan! Why can't I go home?

My home computer can throw the company computer eight streets away. Knock!

(End of chapter)