"I... Where are we going? ”

After a humiliating meal, Owen dragged Hermione on the way to the library.

"Where are you going?" He glanced at Hermione, who was already a little shy on her face. "Look at the way you look now, it's pretty, those lip gloss or something, but you've wasted too much time, you know? This is a different school of witchcraft and wizardry from Hogwarts, a treasure waiting to be unearthed! Look at what you're spending all your energy on! ”

He criticized solemnly.

The reason, of course, is not because she ate alone and didn't call him

No!

Definitely not!

"Huh?" Hermione's pretty little face lifted slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed between her eyebrows.

In my heart, I was surrounded by the French romantic atmosphere, and some of the open doors were slightly closed.

"Ahhh Of course, I went to Nick first to ask for a cup of refreshment to wake up your mind, and then went to the library to copy books! Owen rightly said, "You don't want me to work alone!" Tell you how beautiful you think! ”

With a "bang", the door in Hermione's heart slammed shut, and then the shame on her face gradually receded, and then she asked in an uncertain, tentative tone, "So that's why you're angry?" ”

"What if it weren't?" Owen glanced back at her, "You're still going to roll me up like you did a week ago!" Hey, I just like the way you study hard! You know? When studying, the focus is the most attractive! ”

"Click!"

Not only did the door close this time, she even added a lock!

"Hehe~" The little witch sneered.

Just now, she still had a trace of anticipation for the stone in front of her!

Really.

How could I be so naïve!

Feeling the girl behind him gradually quiet, Owen didn't stop his chatter, "Stay away from that Fleur and see what she has taught you!" Picking jewelry? How to apply makeup? Dress up? ”

"Enough, it's all a capitalist trap! It's temptation, it's Satan, it's the devil!

Will picking jewelry allow you to defeat Fudge and his Aurors? Can't!

How to make your slytherin scream? Can't either!

Can dressing up allow you to secure the throne of Gryffindor's strongest witch? Not even more!

See, these are all unimportant things, and only a fool would pursue these empty things in the most energetic years.

You have to always remember that only the inner elevation is fundamental.

Did you learn any spells this week?

Did you gain any magical insights?

Have you grown?

No!

None of them!

She just wants to send the devil in your heart into her hell, Lust Boss when I can't see it? She's taking advantage of you! Little girl!

You must always be vigilant and never be tempted by her sweet words!! ”

It wasn't until he pushed open the library door that Owen's chatter finally stopped.

Hermione rubbed her calloused ears, looked at the table in front of her with a mountain of manuscripts, and was slightly in a trance, did Owen copy so much?

Obviously, when she left, this guy was crazy and lazy to finish arguing with one or two copies

Hermione sat back in her seat.

Pick up a scroll that Owen had just copied and open it.

The wonderful words in front of me are constantly changing and combining, like a doll set together, complex and difficult to understand.

Well~ The little witch has to admit that she has indeed been a little slack lately.

But—

The flush of his cheeks is rising again.

That's - it's okay to relax properly!

She thought.

"Stay here and don't run around." Owen admonished solemnly, then turned to leave the library.

He'd have to go to Nick for a pick-me-up.

This shouldn't be for Hermione.

Just kidding, does schanter magic need a pick-me-up? Do you need it?

Isn't that something that can be cleared with a wave of a wand and a hand?

The pomp-heart, the pick-me-up was for himself, and he hadn't slept for twenty-seven hours.

But even though he worked so hard, it was still a little difficult to realize what Dumbledore called the great plan to empty Beauxbatons' treasures.

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"This stabilizer can stabilize the bloodlines in the bodies of these mixed-race magical beasts, so that they gradually calm down and gradually gentle, but this is not a therapeutic drug, it can only be calmed, and it cannot prevent the final collapse of the bloodline"

"And—Albus, I don't know if this is useful to the human body." In Nick's safe house, two white-bearded old men are circling around Bakar, who is sleeping on the table.

This Australian blue-eyed white dragon has been studied by Nick for two weeks as an experimental subject.

In addition to reproduction, they already know enough about other aspects.

"You know, the human body is much more fragile than Fantastic Beasts." Nick had a glass of green earth-colored, cloudy liquid that seemed to be mixed with dirt.

"So what will be the consequences?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

"You'll fall asleep, for a long, long time."

"Asleep?" The old headmaster was stunned for a moment, what kind of sequelae was this, and then when he saw Nick's gaze, he knew that it was his old friend joking with him.

"Haha—take it easy, Albus, remember the days when we studied the blood of the fire dragon together? Great discoveries always come at inadvertent times. ”

"I know, I know." Professor Dumbledore sighed silently, knowing that he had been in too much of a hurry lately.

However, the burden on his body is getting heavier and heavier.

The more he knew, the more he realized that he seemed to never be able to handle those things.

Summer vacation is coming to an end.

He will also spend his last days exploring the forests of Albania.

Voldemort – Gellert – and some cryptic news.

He needs to prove it, and he needs to falsify it.

Just as Professor Dumbledore was lost in thought.

"Bang!" A bang.

Owen kicked open any door, and then rushed in with a flaming fire.

"Pick-me-up, pick-me-up, my pick-me-up!" With heavy dark circles under his eyes, he raised his hands in the air and shook his head towards the table.

It looked like a zombie looking for food.

"On the table." The old headmaster didn't even lift his head.

He had a long piece of parchment in his hand, and his brow was furrowed at the moment.

"This?" Owen gestured to the earth-green liquid.

"Yes." Nick answered.

"Doesn't it look like it?"

"Potent, you know, I have many recipes for ancient potions."

"Really?" Owen, a little confused, picked up the glass.

He poked his nose and sniffed.

"Wow!" He almost threw up.

Very good, it's the smell of potions.

Tilt your head and take a sip.

Let the disgusting fluid flow down my throat

The smell was bitter and astringent, with a strong rusty taste, and it seemed to be unfiltered, mixed with impurities like sand.

In short, it is extremely unpleasant.

"This is really the worst potion I've ever drunk, it's almost enough to match Chinese medicine~~~"

"Bang", before he finished speaking, he fell directly with his legs weak, and his head hit the corner of the table and made a loud sound.

"Oh! It seems that the dose of medicine will have to be reduced. Nick nodded.

"Indeed, at least half of the light." Dumbledore nodded as well, and then poured some water back into Owen's yet-to-finish potion cup.

Stir and stir, mmmmmmmmm

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The other side of the ocean.

Very different from Owen.

During the summer vacation, Harry was racking his brain to finish his summer homework.

If he knew that Owen was studying like crazy at another magic academy, he would have to die of envy.

Ever since he had taught Aunt Maggie a little lesson, Harry had moved out of the Dursleys.

Now lives in the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

Although he didn't know why he used magic outside of school, why the Ministry of Magic hadn't come to him, or sent a warning letter like Owen did.

But the doubts didn't stay in Harry's little head for long, and soon the free summer vacation would leave all his worries behind.

Now living a life where he can sleep when he wants and eat when he wants is a heavenly life for him.

Especially since he could go wherever he wanted, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, a long pebble-paved street lined with some of the world's most fascinating magical shops.

Harry had breakfast every morning at the Leaky Cauldron where he liked to observe the other residents, and the funny little witches from the countryside came here to shop all day.

Seemingly vulnerable wizards argue about the latest article in Transfiguration Today, the wild-headed wizard and the boisterous gnome.

Also, on one occasion, a man wearing a thick balaclava helmet who looked suspicious of a ghost asked for a plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Harry went to the backyard, took out his wand, tapped the third brick from the left above the trash can, and took a step back to look at the archway that opened on the wall leading to Diagon Alley.

He walked past the shop and ate under the brightly colored parasols outside the coffee shop, where the people who dined with him displayed their purchases with each other or discussed the Sirius Black case.

Sirius Black, that's the name Harry hears the most this summer.

The proportion of appearances even exceeded that of Lockhart at one point.

This made him very curious.

So, Harry did the most wrong thing of the summer.

He sent a letter to Owen

In fact, it has become Harry's habit to send letters to Owen and ask questions, and after a long time with Hermione Owen, you will develop a very strong sense of dependence on them.

After all, a humanoid self-propelled encyclopedia or something is much more useful than looking up books yourself!

And Owen's reply was certainly quicker.

On the third day after Harry sent the letter, a letter from France across the ocean arrived in Harry's hands.

Harry happily opened the letter, but from the first English word he saw, he regretted it.

- To Harry, who is bound to have a bloody plague this semester.

- Hello