Just as Owen was about to take Fleur, he suddenly saw two familiar figures on the Rose Bridge in the distance.

It should be Dumbledore and Lady Maxime, who were attracted by the thunder.

Turning his head, he looked at the surrounding grass that was 'full of corpses', and Fleur, who was panting heavily, and her eyes were frightened and angry.

"Uh-overdone!"

Owen suddenly panicked.

But it was just a slight stinging of his conscience that suddenly sprouted when he returned to his homeland.

He glanced down at the wand in his hand, and then at Fleur.

Then I immediately thought about it.

Then, under Fleur's shocked eyes, Owen threw his wand at her.

Then he patted himself on the chest.

The gray petrified light enveloped him in an instant.

Immediately, in Fleur's beautiful blue eyes, Owen glared at his legs, screamed "ah", and fell straight to the grass.

？？？

Fleur, who didn't know why, was stunned and subconsciously caught Owen's wand. Then he looked at the 'corpse' lying on the ground with puzzled eyes.

？？？

What happened?

Why did he throw his wand to himself?

In the wizarding world, handing over a wand is a humiliating gesture of humiliation, and it is never the only one who has been disarmed, and very few of them have voluntarily surrendered it.

For wizards, wands are their second life.

Wizards will regard their wands more than their girlfriends.

European Wizard Duel Congress. Take the initiative to give up the wand and think that the other party will completely surrender and admit defeat.

Duelists who would rather die than hold on to their spells are often referred to as heroes.

And the wizard who voluntarily surrenders the spell and bows and prays for defeat is called a coward.

And Fleur, she couldn't understand why the French traitor in front of her, who could defeat a dozen of them at once, surrendered to her.

It's not logical!

Of course, this question didn't bother her for long.

Soon, the headmaster, with his handsome olive face and dressed in black satin, appeared in front of her.

Madame Maxime stood side by side with Professor Dumbledore.

Her large, dark, watery eyes quickly surveyed her surroundings.

The gaze swept over the Quidditch players who had fallen to the ground, then the petrified Owen, and finally Fleur, whose hair was scattered and her eyebrows were full of doubt.

"Fleur!" Madame Maxim's voice has never been more harsh.

The pretty young lady was startled by this sound, and then she came back to her senses, and almost immediately understood Owen's unusual behavior just now.

"Professor, I'm not, I'm not, it's him-"

"Enough!" Madame Maxime stared at Fleur with a disappointment on her face that Fleur had never seen before, "You have disappointed me so much. ”

"How can you do this to the guests of Beauxbatons! And he's only a thirteen-year-old! You're actually doing it to a student who is younger than Ling? ”

"No—" Fleur tried to plead, but the angry Madame Maxim had lost her patience, "for whatever purpose, it's disgusting to bully the small!" ”

"And I remember telling you the truth about that incident in England." Madame Maxim's voice was lonely and deep.

Almost immediately after that incident, she called the young wizards involved and asked them what had happened.

At that time, the little wizard Beauxbatons, who had been beaten up by Owen, was still very conscious, and they told the headmaster what had happened.

And there was no deception.

Although Lady Maxime was very angry with the outrageous Hogwarts wizard, the truth was that the four sixth-year wizards in their house had not beaten a Hogwarts wizard who was probably only in his third year.

This is how she can ease relations with Dumbledore.

"What? You're going to have to do it again! Don't you think we're ashamed enough? ”

It can be seen that she has also been exhausted by the British incident recently.

As the headmaster of Bubbaston, she is under pressure beyond the imagination of this group of simple-minded young wizards.

Almost immediately after hearing that Nicolame had invited Dumbledore to France, she wrote to Nick to request that the meeting be in Bubbaston in hopes of improving her relationship with Hogwarts.

At the very least, the impact of this can be minimized.

But now—her best student—had beaten the kid together with the hormonal-agitated stupid kids.

Win or not, but when the news gets out, their Bubaston reputation will be wiped out.

How this keeps her from being angry.

Fleur, who was half-sitting on the ground, looked at her headmaster in distraction.

The head was full of that harsh rebuke.

The large, bright, pale blue eyes gradually misted up.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Angry, unwilling, humiliated, and arrogant, she has never received such a huge blow.

Suddenly, Fleur's eyes snapped into Owen, who was lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse.

She clutched the boy's wand and bit her lip as if she were bleeding!

She swore that one day, one day, she Fleur would return all the humiliation she had received today! Swear by Dracul!

"Hey~"

Looking at the little French girl staring at Owen with her eyes, Professor Dumbledore was more melancholy in addition to sighing, it's good to be young, and the hurt of love!

He already regretted it.

I regret bringing Owen out.

With his little tricks, he deceived Madame Maxim, a new player who had never met such a cheeky newcomer, as Dumbledore, who had already witnessed him pit countless young wizards, how could he not see it?

The old headmaster could see at a glance that Owen was pretending to be lying on the ground.

Look at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth is not put away.

It had only been less than an hour since he arrived in Bubbaston, and this kid had caused him such a great trouble!

After this day.

In the future, if this kid gets into trouble, just don't tell the professors.

Dumbledore suddenly understood Professor McGonagall's distress.

At Hogwarts, he was in charge of the shopkeeper, and the specific affairs of the campus were handled by Professor McGonagall, which was not so hard to feel before

Now as soon as he walked out of Hogwarts, he immediately felt the same way.

However, there are two sides to the story.

Although Owen's disaster was not small, it also made Dumbledore see many problems at Bubbaston School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The dueling level of these children is a little weak!

You know, after a whole year of intimidation by their professors, most of the young wizards at Hogwarts have seen a significant increase in their magical skills.

Like the petrified wizards in front of him, Dumbledore felt that at least half of the young wizards at Hogwarts could dodge, of course, it might just be a flying dodge, and not everyone could cast an armor charm.

But that's ahead of Bubbaston, isn't it?

Thinking of this, the old principal's face was inexplicably better, and the corners of his mouth slowly filled with a smile.

The little wizards of Bubbston School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are still too immature, and it is not uncommon for these dozen people to besiege one person at Hogwarts, and in the second semester of this year, Ravenclaw and the Three Houses went to war, one eagle and three beasts!

Professor Flitwick was in pain and happy. On the one hand, the enthusiasm of the young wizards of their academy to learn dueling skills will increase exponentially, and on the other hand, the originally quiet and indifferent Eagle Courtyard is moving towards a Gryffindor by leaps and bounds, which is a headache for him.

Professor Flitwick's pain didn't last long, though.

Because soon, Professor Sprout shared his pain.

Brussels sprouts are ripe.

At this moment, the little wizard who let himself go completely fell into madness.

The little wizards of the four academies can't open the glue.

Every day, dozens of catties of vegetable leaves can be produced in the castle

There have been several school-wide fights alone, and there is Owen in them, which is why Minerva turned around and walked away when she saw the kid.

In the end, it was the Slytherins who won the House Cup, but that was also on Snape's crazy extra points, and they won this year by a measly three hundred and twenty-seven points.

This score is at the bottom in previous years. It's not even as good as the bottom, and the lowest score in previous years was around 390 points.

You can imagine how fierce the little wizards are fighting this year.

Ahem - thinking of this, the old headmaster's face fell again, the four major houses in Hogwarts fought with each other, and this didn't seem to be a glorious thing.

Although his student enhancement plan was successful this year, it also made the college even more divided, and I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

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By the time Owen woke up again, it was already the next day.

The ruthless Dumbledore even added a few petrification charms to him, making him lonely and 'frozen' all day.

"Stingy~" moving his stiff body, Owen pursed his lips, and complained a little about Dumbledore in his heart, haven't we all dealt with it?

It's just a matter of standing on the side and watching the play, how can you still bully people!

"Oh~ you're awake." It was a hoarse, low, playful sound of the wind blowing through dry wood.

Owen watched as the figure approached the staircase, trotting all the way, dressed in the gray robes of the last — or the aristocracy of the last century.

The dry body makes people feel that this is a living mummy.

"Huhu~" Just a few feet away, he walked breathlessly, and when he approached Owen, he was very unceremoniously holding his shoulder for a big pant.

"I-yes, I'm Nicol Lemay, Dumbledore should have mentioned me." He held out his other hand, then greeted Owen with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Owen, Owen Sanchez." The Dark Lord cautiously stretched out his hand, but he and Nick's hands touched each other, he didn't dare to really hold the hand of this brittle bone master, in case it rattled, others would say that he didn't respect the old and loved the young.

"You look so young, I guess it's no more than three hundred and seventy-five years old."

(End of chapter)