"To increase the probability of success, we asked three different professors!"

"Harry, you go to Professor Flitsch, Ron, you go to Professor Sprout." Hermione scooped up a large ball of decoction with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass.

Then, simply assign tasks.

"What about yours?" Ron asked unconvinced, "Why don't you just hide here?" ”

"No!" She rolled her eyes at Ron and continued, "I'm going to find Professor Dumbledore!" ”

"Dumbledore?"

"You're not afraid he'll see it, it's Dumbledore!" Ron's eyes widened and he looked at Hermione in disbelief, "My mom said his eyes can see through people's hearts. ”

Is she so brave?

Why didn't you find it before?

"Be careful, just ask a few words, it should be fine. And—" Hermione smiled, "even if the Headmaster was suspicious, how could he have thought it was me?" ”

"Can a second-year wizard make a polyjuice potion?" She raised her head slightly, smug.

This kind of potion, even if it is an adult wizard, even a pharmacist may not be able to successfully brew it, but she succeeded for the first time!

"Oh - very bold!" Harry raised his hand and gestured, "But I have a question!" ”

"Say!"

"But Owen is a boy! Hermione – are you okay? Harry asked with an unnatural expression.

Then—the next second, he was glared at by Hermione's cold eyes, not daring to say anything more.

It's good if you like it.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent.

Then, the decoction in the hands of the three of them made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and it was foaming vigorously.

After a second, it turns an unsightly yellowish-brown color.

The three of them pulled out a few strands of black hair.

In the magic cram school, Owen beats the little wizard every day, and there is always some physical contact, and Harry quickly picks a few of them, and then falls to the ground.

Pretend to be knocked down.

And the adrenaline-pumping Owen didn't seem to feel the pain either.

So didn't notice him.

"Blocking my life in exchange for it." Harry said with a wreak as he parted his hair to Hermione and Ron.

If this thing is exposed! He thought he was going to be killed by Owen

"Alright, let's add it!" Hermione said impatiently. Why are these two so mother-in-law?

Then she took the lead in throwing her hair into the polyjuice potion.

The cup in his hand was stained and bubbled, and the yellow potion like dirt was tumbling upward.

Then gradually clarify. It's like water squeezing oil out.

Gradually, the earthy yellow color turned into a faint silver-gray color, dull, gloomy, and cold. Like the moon hanging over Hogwarts at night.

"It looks pretty good." Ron shook the potion in his hand, surprised.

Hermione had said before that the Polyjuice Potion could manifest a person's soul, and the darker and more evil the person, the more disgusting and defiled the soul was, the more foul and ugly his potion would be.

However, considering that Owen is actually a girl, it is more normal for his potions to be so clear.

Flamboyant on the outside, soft on the inside.

The means are ruthless, but the actual kindness.

It's like the heroine in the ones my mother watched.

Ron shook his head, looking like everyone was drunk and I was alone, and Hermione's eyelids jumped as he watched.

This guy - there must be some secrets left untold to her!

Maybe it's time for her to think about the recipe for the elixir.

"Are you ready?" She said.

"Alright."

"So-"

A few people quickly swallowed the potion, it tasted a bit like unsweetened black tea, a little bitter but with a vegetal aroma.

The next moment, the internal organs of several people began to boil, as if they had swallowed several live snakes.

A burning sensation came from all over the body.

Then the skin bubbles up like hot wax. Reorganization, change.

The tingling came and went as fast as it came, and all at once, all the pain stopped.

In the cubicle, the three of them became the same.

"Unbelievable," a voice sounded.

But the three people with the same face and voice couldn't tell who it was.

"Merlin's beard! I'm becoming Owen! Another said.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, potions probably only last an hour." A third voice rang out.

"Let's go." As he spoke, one of them, Owen in a red Gryffindor dress, stood up.

- He glanced at his outfit, his face was slightly embarrassed, and then in order to hide this embarrassment, he quickly took out his wand and lightly clicked, and in an instant, the skirt turned into pants.

The other two also guessed the identity of this Owen, but neither of them dared to laugh out loud.

Just kidding, you'll be beaten.

And it's going to be beaten badly.

The three of them ran out of the girls' bathroom, on the marble staircase, and at the entrance of the spiral staircase.

The other side.

The dinner in the auditorium has come to an end.

Many of the little wizards have already left.

Hannah, who was teasing the two magical beasts on the Hufflepuff table, snapped back to her senses.

"Where's Owen?" She looked at Justin quizzically.

"Him?" Justin rubbed his bulging belly and burped, "Professor Dumbledore called him away when you were hooked by these two little ones. ”

"Oh~" Hearing this, she slowly hugged the two cuties on the table in her arms, and got up to go back to the Hufflepuff common room.

She had just stepped out of the auditorium door and stepped onto the steps of the spiral staircase.

A familiar figure happened to collide with her.

"Owen." Hannah's eyes lit up, and she walked over happily with two magical beasts in her arms.

"Dumbledore is talking to you over?"

"Huh? Well—it's over. Owen's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, but he was quickly suppressed, and then replied calmly.

"That's great, we can go back together. I mean, isn't there a mystery guy in the school? The professor does not allow young wizards to wander alone. Saying that she didn't believe in the excuse herself, Hannah handed the magical beast back to Owen to cover up something.

The sleepy Shilllock lazily raised his head, looked at Hannah and Owen suspiciously, and meowed twice.

Then he did nothing, obediently lay down in Owen's arms, and went back to sleep. (Shylock Mo Lao Tzu)

On the other hand, the dragon Bakar was a little irritable, his little head constantly roaring at Owen, and from time to time, there would be flames burning in his mouth.

The scene was a little flustered, and Hannah quickly stroked Bakar's little head and then looked at Owen calmly with some doubt.

It was fine just now.

How did it become like this in a while?

"It's okay." Owen waved his hand, a gentle smile on his face.

His eyes are full of deep love for his friends.

This kind of look made Hannah's heart tremble.

This reminded her of his fearless figure in the underground proving ground a year ago.

Tasting the honey, she didn't realize that Owen in front of her was cautiously taking a step back. "Well, there's something I just forgot to tell Professor Dumbledore." He said.

"Go back first!" Then he turned around and ran away.

That back was a little embarrassed to flee from the wilderness.

Hannah froze in place, looking in the direction in which he had disappeared.

Muttered to himself: "He's a little weird. ”

"He wasn't weird that day." Justin, who was beside him, replied.

"No—I mean, it feels like it's over, and it's different for you." Hannah sighed and turned to walk in the opposite direction to Owen, on the other side of the spiral staircase.

"It's dangerous."

Hermione, despite Owen's appearance, ran all the way to the eighth floor, where she was panting against the wall.

She didn't know how Owen and Hannah talked on a daily basis, for fear that if she said more, she would be exposed.

She chose to flee in a panic, and even the Shylock in her arms was not returned.

"Huh? Owen, why are you here? Suddenly, an old voice came.

Hermione was startled, and the Shylock in her arms was thrown out.

He turned his head stiffly, only to see a few glasses of butterbeer in his stomach, and a slightly drunk Professor Dumbledore suddenly emerged from around the corner.

How could the principal?

She swore that there was no one in the duel just now.

The old headmaster looked at Shylock on the ground, and the puzzled expression on his face suddenly dispersed a lot, he beckoned, and the little guy naturally jumped into his arms.

Turning his head, he let out a "whoa" at Hermione.

"Professor, it's—" Hermione's little head spun rapidly, and then snapped to what Hannah had just said.

"There's something I don't quite understand about what you just said."

It occurred to her that Owen must have just talked to Professor Dumbledore about something, and that she had just been able to ask something useful.

"Oh! Do you mean Newt's thing? The old headmaster stretched out his other hand, and then patted Hermione on the shoulder naturally, and told the story of the past in the old man's voice to his grandson: "When he was young, he did many great things. ”

"I have visited more than 100 countries on five continents. He also saved the wizarding world from being maliciously exposed in the United States. ”

"I can understand his concerns."

"About Tom's curse and Gellert's coercion."

"He's always caught between the two of us and sometimes I feel like I owe him too much." Dumbledore was dressed in crimson robes, and the two of them walked slowly down the corridor on the eighth floor.

The robe, which smelled of wine, wrinkled, like his master, lost its luster at the moment.

Hermione couldn't help but bow her head when she heard this.

She didn't notice that Dumbledore sometimes lowered his head abruptly. Those cloudy eyes, glittering with wisdom, looked at him carefully.

"But you, Owen, what's the plan?"

"Plan?"

"The next act is planned. The last plan was too general. There may be some surprises. We have to take all the situations into account. Dumbledore said tentatively, "Why don't we use the first version, after all, we can't really hurt the little wizards." ”

In a one-man company, I'm watching the door again on Sundays

(End of chapter)