July 11, cloudy.

The sky over London is filled with an indissoluble sense of sorrow.

It was like crying at the door.

I still don't know how Professor McGonagall felt when she saw Owen follow Professor Dumbledore back to Hogwarts again, less than two weeks after the summer break.

In short, it took less than a second for Mr. Meow's joyful expression to go out to greet Dumbledore from the clouds to the bottom.

The moment she saw Owen, she turned around and walked back to the castle as if she hadn't seen Professor Dumbledore

And Lao Deng Tou seems to know his old girlfriend very well. He patted Owen's little head, a honeyed smile like an old naughty boy on his lips.

The following days seemed to be back to the time when I was in school.

Old Deng took him back to Hogwarts. Guarding him every step of the way.

And Owen also lived, often going to the principal's office to be locked up.

This made Owen think for a moment that Dumbledore had seen something.

It wasn't until a few days later, after he didn't say anything, that Owen was convinced that the principal had just opened a summer cram school for him.

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Hogwarts castle was much more empty without the children, just like the weather in July, with few sunny days.

More often than not, it's a gloom that can't be dissolved.

However, Owen was quite happy, and Professor Sprout, when he learned that he had returned to the castle, came to him happily, and then handed over a batch of new varieties transplanted from the Far East to his care.

And ask him to keep an observation diary every two days.

Gan!

What the hell is the inexplicable graduate student's sense of déjà vu!

Did he still have to go to Snape to wash the bottles—the crucibles!

Is there a subsidy? Just let me work for nothing!

Owen, who has a Sima face, is busier than when he was in school.

Professor McGonagall approached him one day with a serious expression and asked him to help Hagrid deal with the remnants of the eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest.

The eight-eyed giant spider, which had killed a large number of spider swarms, fell into complete madness, and Aragog's orders were in vain. And it is old, and its children do not all listen to it.

The spider colony, which has been trimmed for half a year, has begun to appear frequently in the outer layer of the forbidden forest. This is a serious threat to the life of the little wizard.

But—why do I have to do this?

Whoever provokes the problem, who solves it!

Why should I do it?

Write a letter to Harry Potter and tell him to hurry up and get back to the castle!

But life at the castle isn't so boring.

The day after he returned to Hogwarts, Owen met a new friend.

A snake, a snake 12 feet long.

Nagini?

Owen recognized the python at a glance, he was so familiar that no one was unfamiliar with the snake that often followed Voldemort.

Where did Dumbledore find Nagini from?

Wouldn't it be the forests of Albania?

Nima's, the Albanian forest is buried in Merlin's grave, how can Feng Shui be so good, how can everything be found from there?

But - with the experience of raising Shylock and Bakar, it is still easy to raise a snake.

Raising one is just raising, raising three is just rushing, it's almost the same.

Mmmm-hmm—leave all this pleasure to Dobby.

Time flashed, and soon it was the middle of July.

One morning, Professor Dumbledore mysteriously appeared in his dormitory and told him that they were going on a trip.

"Huh?"

Owen, who was still in the stage of not possessing his soul, was pulled up by the old principal, and after getting dressed, he didn't eat breakfast like a duck, and came to the room on the eighth floor.

"Professor, where are we going?"

In the room, Owen stared at the huge golden splendor in front of him, with many ancient legends engraved on the surface, and the doorkey floating in the air like a prayer cylinder.

He looked quite excited.

With the old headmaster's mana, if he was just traveling in England, he didn't need to catch the portkey at all.

With this kind of stuff, then they can only go to other countries.

"See an old friend?"

"Old friends?" Owen looked up, looked at Dumbledore with his unsurprising eyes, and said, "I guess it's Nicolame?" ”

"Huh? You are very smart. Principal Deng looked at Owen in surprise.

"Uh-that's not a lot of pressure to guess!"

Do you still have that old friend guessing?

In Dumbledore's life, the only one who can be called an 'old' friend is Nick.

The rest of the people don't have this qualification yet, who dares to compare the age of the golden brittle bones who are more than 600 years old?

But - France, Paris.

Are they going to Paris?

Owen was slightly stunned, he had not been back since he came to England, and sometimes he even felt that life in Paris was like a dream.

By the way—what's the name of the orphanage he's staying in?

Owen frowned as he suddenly realized that he had never known the name of the place.

But- this can't be? I have lived there for many years, and it is impossible not to even know the name of the orphanage.

I still remember the little fart who lived in my lower bunk, a little waste who couldn't learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division in less than ten years.

By the way, what's his name?

Justin Finchrie?

Uh-no,, what's wrong with it?

Owen was still struggling, but Professor Dumbledore had already withdrawn his gaze.

He grabbed Owen's hand and walked over to the portkey, and then, after a spatial warp, they, along with the box Owen was carrying, disappeared in place.

It felt very bad to move around the space, like squeezing into some kind of pipe.

Unlike the Wizard's apparition, the Portkey's pipes are much thicker.

This may be the reason why the Portkey can ignore the limitations of the Anti-Apparition Shifter.

After a dazzling burst of magical effects, a heavy sensation suddenly came from the soles of Owen's feet.

When I looked up again, I couldn't see a single cloud in the distance, like a sky of pure sapphire.

A huge and breathtaking manor house appeared ahead.

It should be perched on top of a large mountain, and Owen can see the vast lawns and mountains that surround the school, and the French buildings are located in it, which is full of unique charm.

He and Professor Dumbledore walked along a road paved with marble and huge windmills on either side of the mezzanine.

On the side of the road are flower beds that stretch into the sky, with brightly colored flowers from all over the world.

The most numerous of these are roses. Delicate, different colors, eye-catching.

After crossing a covered bridge made of roses, they felt like they had stepped into the ultimate romantic mecca of Shakespeare's books.

A Quidditch field appeared to Owen's left, with Beauxbatons' crest fluttering around the flag, and two golden criss-crossed wands, each with three stars popping out of it.

In French, Beauxbatons means "beautiful cane".

The sparkling river runs through the edge of the Quidditch field like a silver ribbon, and across the river is a dense native forest.

Three pegasus, with fiery eyes and golden silver manes, who looked like elephants, were lying leisurely by the river, and they were all very rare rune horses.

"This is—Buston?"

Looking at the garden and the huge fountain in front of him, as well as the vast meadows and mountains surrounding the school, Owen put aside the chaotic memories in his head for a moment.

"It's beautiful! It feels so much better than Hogwarts. Ay! If I hadn't gone to England, wouldn't I have gone to school in Bubbaston now? ”

"Huh?" The old headmaster's blue eyes glanced at Owen with a strange expression.

If this stinky boy hadn't been angry with him that day, he would probably feel uncomfortable in the bottom of his heart.

Well-it looks like the summer vacation still has to make him live a little more fulfilling.

There happens to be a new batch of magic books coming into the library, and a magic transcriber is needed

Owen, who is still unaware of his tragic fate, is enjoying the scenery of Bubbaston.

Compared with the natural magnificence of Hogwarts, Bubbaston is much softer, and there are traces of artificial decoration everywhere, but it has to be said that the artistic level of the old Parisians is still very high, and those gardens and other things are quite beautifully designed

"Wow! Look, that's Dumbledore! ”

"Yes, yes! Dumbledore alive! ”

"White beard, gray robe, lo and behold! That look, at first glance, is a top wizard. ”

"Who's that boy next to him?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a Hogwarts student."

After walking across the covered bridge, there were suddenly many more students dressed in gorgeous silk.

It's already the middle of July, why haven't the schools in the old revolutionary base been closed yet, are they so squeezed?

Owen didn't understand, but that didn't stop the many girls around him from continuing to judge him, "It looks so handsome!" ”

"It's just a little young, if you get a few years older"

"I just like this little Shota-"

"Hey, little boy over there, do you have a girlfriend?" Suddenly there was a shout from the laughter of the silver bells.

Hiss - the children of the Romantic City are much bolder than the students of Hogwarts.

However, for example, a little boy like him, who is wooden, not good at words, and socially fearful, must not be able to resist these enthusiasms, so Owen pulled his throat and responded loudly: "No! Is my sister going to marry me? ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then a crisp laugh erupted among the girls.

When she came back to her senses, she was not shy, and then shouted, "Okay! Sister is waiting for you, a few years older! ”

"Na! In a word, I-Harry Potter! The most honest, you can believe what people say! Owen opened his eyes and continued to talk nonsense: "The promise of youth! ”

"Wow! Is it Harry Potter? The little wizards around him suddenly erupted into a heated discussion.

"Harry Potter? Who's that? ”

"Oh my God, the boy who didn't die, the only one who survived the killing curse, don't you even know that?"

"I, my parents are Muggles, and I haven't been exposed to the wizarding world, so of course I don't know."

"Harry Potter, he's Harry Potter."

"Dumbledore has Harry Potter with him, two of the most famous people in England."

Damn, I've never seen such a sand sculpture purchased, tomorrow the store opens, he only went to buy things today. More than 200 products want Lao Tzu to go up to the cashier system, good guys, crazy overtime. People are numb.

(End of chapter)