"I think it's moonlit tonight, and you should go and rest." The old headmaster, with a wave of his robe, in the next second, he directly apparitioned and appeared in the Hufflepuff common room with Owen.

"By the way, you have to hand in that notebook as well, and write a two-thousand-word personality analysis report on the character of Vincent. Delivered to my office on Monday. ”

"Squeeze! You're a little wizard of squeezing! Owen howled angrily, "That's the fruit of my labor!" ”

"Uh-huh! You're right! Professor Dumbledore nodded, as if acknowledging Owen's contribution, and immediately said, "Hufflepuff plus twenty points." ”

Say it! The whole person vanished with a phantasm of shape.

"Knock !!"

Is it the headmaster who can apparition in the academy at will?

If you don't implement the rules you set, how can you educate people in the future, and how can you be convinced?

Woo woo - talking doesn't count, I said that I would catch pets for others, but now it's good, I didn't get anything, and I took a hard job!

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It's night!

The air at Hogwarts seemed to smell of Owen's unwillingness.

Early in the morning, Justin woke up from his sleep.

The blurred eyes have not yet been fully opened.

A chill hit his head.

In an instant, all his sleepy insects were slapped to death.

The whole person's spirit was lifted.

Because he saw that Owen was sitting on the table and chair by the window, writing and drawing.

The main thing is that smile on his face.

Mysterious and evil.

Every time he showed such an expression, nothing good would happen.

"Owen~" Justin, wrapped up in the quilt tightly, shivered.

"Oh~ You're awake." Owen got up slowly, the muscles on his face seemed to be a little stiff, trying to suppress his smile, but it was difficult to hide the marks on his cheeks.

"These days, have a good rest." Suddenly, he said inexplicably.

"Y-what are you going to do?"

"Huh." Owen smiled stiffly on his cheeks, but he didn't say much, and left the dormitory straight away.

Time enters October.

The weather is getting cooler.

The cold winds of the Atlantic Ocean began to hit the isolated island.

Temperatures plummeted.

Torches have been raised in the auditorium.

However, that faint heat alone was not enough to cover the entire hall.

The little wizards were all curled up, and the steaming pumpkin juice in front of them provided them with some warmth.

"Halloween, how are you going to spend it?"

At the Hufflepuff table, Harry suddenly ran over, "Nick invited us to his five-hundred-year-old death party. ”

"Interested in participating?"

"You promised?" Owen looked up and said with a chicken leg in his mouth.

"Yes! I think it's going to be interesting. Harry replied wistfully.

Although it sounds strange to participate in the death festival, but 500 years! Five hundred years!

Five hundred years of mulberry fields and seas

The boulder is also covered with moss! Covered in moss!

Ahem – there can be wizards who live for five hundred years.

It should be fun!

"Hehe, then have fun."

"Aren't you going?" Harry was stunned, he had thought that something like this would be quite 'interesting', and Owen would be very interested.

"It's been a busy lately." He said.

Then he patted the inexplicable red stain on his trouser leg.

"What have you been up to lately?" Hannah picked up the conversation as she reached out and slapped an unknown feather off Owen's shoulder.

Then he looked at him solemnly.

Well, there doesn't seem to be much coming from Ravenclaw's side lately.

"Doing coolies for Dumbledore!" Owen, who came from the heart of his heart, took a vicious bite of the chicken leg on the plate.

"Dumbledore?" At this point, Ron also walked over.

"It's been a long time since I've seen the headmaster, what are you doing?" He glanced at Owen's dusty body and asked, puzzled.

"Busy? Hehe. ”

"I-"

Just as Owen was about to speak, suddenly the door of the auditorium was violently pushed open.

The cold wind poured in directly.

Just as the little wizard who was approaching the gate opened his mouth to greet his parents, the little wizard who was walking with a bad step, as if he had been greatly frightened, staggered and fell.

Then he struggled to get up.

"Corridor, second-floor corridor, someone has been killed!"

With that, his pupils rolled and he fell straight down.

The whole set of movements is smooth, quite a bit of Professor Quirrell's style back then.

Silence - the sudden news made the whole auditorium quiet.

After a while, a noisy voice rang out, screaming! Cry! The crisp sound of a plate falling on the floor.

The scene was instantly chaotic.

In the professorship, Professor McGonagall immediately got up and rushed out with a solemn face.

The rest of the professors also changed their expressions and left the auditorium with Professor McGonagall.

On the young wizard's side, Harry Mangfu Potter immediately put down the pumpkin pie in his hand and followed with a brisk step.

Immediately, many young wizards who did not know the truth surrounded each other and flocked to the second floor.

The place of the incident is very close to the auditorium.

It's right next to the spiral staircase, at the entrance to the second floor, in the hallway in front of the Transfiguration Classroom.

A gray-faced, stiff, lifeless second-year wizard was suspended in mid-air, his limbs hanging down naturally, and his neck raised high, as if he was hanging from something.

And on the wall a foot away from him, a red handwriting that looked like blood was particularly eye-catching.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened!"

"Those who are enemies of the heirs, be vigilant!"

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall, who was the first to arrive, exclaimed. Then, with a quick wave of his wand, he freed the poor child.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Really dead?"

"Are you blind? I didn't see him like that. ”

The crowd of people crowded over, chattering and hustle.

"The Chamber of Secrets? Successor? What is that? "Maybe the first year was used to seeing life and death, and Harry and Ron Hermione quickly reacted from the shock.

"Owen, you know what?"

As Hogwarts' famous encyclopedia of humanoids, Owen was naturally Harry's preferred search tool.

"Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, Granger is the heir, Slytherin is her enemy, it's as simple as that!"

"Enough, Owen, don't joke at this time!" Hermione glared at him like a lion cub.

"Cut." Owen pulled out his hairstyle, a little messy, and a hint of red paint ran through his fingertips. He flicked it with some disgust, "Okay! In fact, it is the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, the successor is Tom, and the Gryffindor is his enemy. ”

"Enough, you're not done yet!" The little witch was really angry this time, it was clear that someone had died, and it was so disappointing that he could be so frivolous in front of someone else's body.

“？？？ What's wrong with the world. No one believes the truth! ”

Why is there no underage wizard rights protection association in the wizarding world?

Orn angrily rebuked a Ministry of Magic official.

(End of chapter)