Owen stands in the Owl Tower.

Looking out at the mountains in the mist.

Then he glared at his legs, took a leap, and jumped straight off the tower.

Like a sharp sword.

Dobby, of course, followed, grabbing Owen's shoulder in the air, and then, directly phantom away!

On the outskirts of Hogsmeade Village.

There is a long-abandoned shack.

It was in tatters inside and out, the room was dusty, the walls were mottled, and the furniture looked like it had been smashed.

Everything is a mess.

Suddenly, outside the silent room, a figure flashed.

Then he quickly smashed through the planks on the window and tumbled into the shack.

The action is coherent.

He hid behind the wall behind the window, and in the corner he secretly looked at the Dementors patrolling the sky.

Fortunately, the Dementors didn't notice his existence, which made the man breathe a sigh of relief.

He decided to use the house as his temporary habitat for the time being, and he was so badly injured that it would take time to heal, no matter how strong his body was.

And this house, it's a perfect fit.

I looked up and down the house in disrepair.

The man walked gradually towards the stairs.

As he put his feet on the wooden stairs of the attic, he heard the continuous "creaking" sound, which was extremely disturbing.

Surrounded by Aurors hunting him.

It took some tricks to convince the fellows that he was fleeing in the direction of England.

If any of the noise coming from here was detected by the Dementors outside, there was no way for him to escape.

He staggered up to the attic and gently pushed open a wooden door.

In an instant, puffs of dust rose around him, and his eyes became foggy.

And just as he had not taken a few steps into the room, the wooden door behind him suddenly closed automatically.

Another cloud of dust rose in the room, and the man coughed lightly, then turned and raised his wand.

"Huh?"

In the corner behind the door, a large black dog appeared.

The black dog glared angrily, and the corners of his mouth flowed hideously from time to time.

"This?" Next to Hogwarts, it's normal for a young wizard to have a big black dog as a pet, but it shouldn't be here.

Because school has just started today.

Moreover, the man's eyes were slightly solemn, and he saw a very human expression in the eyes of the big dog, nervous, angry, vigilant, and indifferent.

These are by no means normal, even fantastic beasts, have eyes.

It's too complicated.

Sirius watched warily at the man who suddenly burst in front of him.

He was tall and thin, with half-length white blonde hair, and his clothes were in tatters as if they had been torn by something.

What surprised him even more was that the man, at least half of his body was in a kind of agitation of blood and minced flesh, from his legs to half of his face.

He was badly wounded, and this kind of injury was almost certain death for a human wizard, because half of his body was destroyed, including the heart.

But he's still alive, it's incredible!

Even in the agitated red fluid, new flesh is slowly growing.

It's just very slow.

Dangerous, scary!

Sirius had never seen such a creature.

But in another direction, it's a great opportunity.

Wizards, wands, looks like they're being hunted down, what better bully to bully?

The big dog's black eyes stared at the man.

A low gasp of threat came from his mouth.

Just as he was about to rush up and snatch the man's wand.

Suddenly, a man's move made him have to stop.

I saw the tall, thin half-body man, pointing his wand at the window.

The meaning was clear, as soon as Sirius made any transgressions, he would immediately cast a spell to lure the Dementors in.

Obviously, the man had guessed that the big dog in front of him was some wizard's Animagus.

In this way, he thought of the boiling Azkaban prison escape in the British Isles these days.

A Death Eater named Sirius Black escapes from his cage.

Everyone speculated that he might have come to hunt down the child who caused the Dark Lord's defeat, the child who didn't die, Harry Potter.

"Sirius Black?" The hoarse sound sounded like sandpaper rubbing against the floor, and it suddenly sounded in this dirty and messy room.

Hearing this, Sirius's big dog was stunned.

A hint of shock flashed in his dark eyes.

And after perceiving the violent emotional change, the man was even more convinced that the big dog in front of him was the legendary most loyal Death Eater Sirius Black!

I see—he escaped from Azkaban with Animagus!

Excellent, what a genius wizard.

A wizard who can master such a high-level transfiguration technique is no ordinary wizard.

It's a pity that he was Voldemort's man.

If you could—

The man's face showed a relieved smile on his grip.

He knew that no matter what, he would be able to survive the evening unharmed.

"Squeak~"

Suddenly, there was a slight sound like the wind blowing a wooden plank.

One person and one dog subconsciously turned their heads to look.

Outside the stone door.

The man clenched his wand and motioned for Sirius to get out of the way, then staggered and moved over.

His steps were extremely slow.

Slowly opened the corner of the door, and glanced at it quickly with the only eyes left.

It's dusty downstairs.

It turned out to be the window he had just broken, and the wind and rain blew in, making a sound blowing the broken staircase.

"Whew~" He breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the moonlight projected outside the broken window, the excitement calmed down a little.

Well?

Moonlight?

It's pouring rain outside, how can there be moonlight?

"Boom!"

Screaming shack slammed into an explosion!

Sirius dodged and jumped down the stairs.

Explode behind them!

The entire wall collapsed in the explosion.

A figure.

A pitch-black figure, like an incarnation.

A primitive, terrifying incarnation.

Unfurling its massive cloak, it rushed in to the light of fire and lightning and thunder.

Don't wait for the man with the wand to cast any spell.

The oncoming whip kick kicked him from the second floor to smash the stairs, and slammed into the wall of the first floor with the cracking sound of wood.

"I see it, a mouse!"

A deep, magnetic male voice rang out in the ashes.

Then Owen jumped high again, sped down, and landed directly with the force of the impact, crushing the man's wand-holding arm.

"I thought you wouldn't bleed!"

Look at the flesh under his feet, stained with his boots.

Owen said in a low, smiling voice.

Disguised in a mask, he looked at the wizard who dared to attack him for the first time.

"Harvey Dante? Two-Faced? ”

The man in front of him was half normal, half of him was some kind of flesh and blood fluid.

The dimly lit room, the flying dust, obscuring people's vision, made him look very scary.

"Humph! It doesn't matter who you are, I'm just curious, why would a vampire patriarch come to Hogwarts to assassinate a young wizard? Owen said indifferently, then bent down and broke the wand from the man's severed hand.

Behind his transfiguration mask.

The corners of his mouth raised a cruel smile slightly.

Then, quickly, without sparing, he continued to smash the man's jaw with a punch, holding the wand in his right hand and forcing it into his mouth.

Pressed against his tongue, Owen said fiercely, "I heard that you need to use fire to deal with the crumbs in the gutter like yours. ”

"I'm curious if you can recover after a fire!"

"So." Owen's tone suddenly sank, and all kinds of emotions turned into nothingness, leaving only a calm, calm and warm anger, "Can you tell me, who sent you?" ”

"Woo~"

The man, the only eye left, stared straight at him.

Owen could see the momentary fear in that eye, but it quickly turned into a kind of tenacity, and he could even see a hint of mockery in that look.

Very good.

"Regent!"

"Woo~"

Suddenly, the man lying on the ground began to convulse violently,

His eyes rolled upwards and his entire body took on a bowed shape.

Accompanied by a strong sense of physical rejection, it is followed by fragments of memories, true or false.

It was clear that his memories had been tampered with.

Owen could see very little.

All he could see was a familiar sign and an agreed address.

When this is over, the psychic hint will take him to that address.

Perhaps there, the man behind the scenes will regain his memory.

Or just kill it.

"Brilliant consideration, amazing magic." After sketching out the full picture of that sign in his mind, Owen suddenly smiled.

This person seems to be his own!

"Hey, hey!" The man smiled hideously, and his fanatical eyes revealed a crazy loyalty to someone.

"Hehe-Avada Suo!!"

Under the green light, everything fell silent.

"Cut—so why attack me?" He underestimated.

The dead man's wand in his hand was discarded by him, and the stick fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

It happened to fall in front of the big dog hiding in the shadows.

"Sirius?" A low, playful voice rang out again.

Listening to the big dog's scalp tingling.

He looked at the man in front of him in a black cloak and a black mask.

This kind of shape was once used by the person who couldn't even say his name.

I heard that it was when he was young and still recruiting henchmen.

Tom Riddle, who has traveled the world, is dressed like this.

"What a coincidence!" He said.

Then he turned and stepped through the gap in the window.

"Since it's such a coincidence, then it's no problem for you to carry the pot!" In the heavy rain, that lazy voice, Sirius always felt like he had heard it somewhere.

"Anyway, you are also a murderer recognized by the Ministry of Magic, one more is not more, and one less is not less, in return."

The sound of heavy rain gradually drowned out the sound.

In the end, far away, only one word remained through the raindrops and fell into Sirius's ears.

"In return, Peter Pettigrew, you have to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity now in Azkaban!"

In the distance, Dobby's light was no longer enough to lure the Dementors.

The sound from the screaming shack finally caught the attention of the brutes.

The black dots in the sky are coming here.

Sirius, who was hiding in the shack, could clearly see through the bare windows that a large group of Dementors was coming towards him.

"Damn it!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately lifted the Animagus transformation and picked up the wand that seemed to have been deliberately thrown to him.

He turned around and fled in the opposite direction.

"Huh-"

By this time, Dobby had returned to Owen and brought him back to the castle.

Through the glass of the huge bell tower on the second floor, he could vaguely tell from the rainy night in the distance that was full of moving black dots, which were Dementors and which were raindrops.

"Come on! Big Blake! ”

With that, Owen walked away.

————

The long night has finally passed.

In the early morning, the heavy rain seemed to be much lighter.

But it's not over yet.

In the corridor, the little wizards were in pairs, and when they passed through the damp and windy aisle, everyone unconsciously wrapped their cloaks.

Damn the weather, it's only September.

It's already that cold!

How to survive this winter!

The atmosphere in the auditorium also became oppressive.

There is no such vigorous realm as last semester when everything competes.

Of course, there are still people with smiles on their faces.

"Hi Owen!"

No sooner had he and Hannah stepped into the Great Hall than a little boy stood on the Gryffindor table.

It was a little boy with gray-brown hair, a smile on his face, and a look full of the purest stupidity.

"Give!"

Colin handed him an envelope.

Owen hasn't taken it yet, and it can be seen with the naked eye that it contains Jin Galleon.

It must be Golden Galleons, because Yinxi is not that big.

？？？

What the heck?

Is he finally able to start the business of collecting protection money?

Someone gave you money on the first day of school?

It's so above board!

Owen had always been thick-skinned, but—he prided himself on being a wooden, weak, and unspoken man.

But.

"Ahem-this kind of thing, it's better to avoid people." He feigned coughing, and then with a thunderous jingle in his ears, he quickly slipped the envelope into his pocket.

Then he showed a kind and friendly smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to pat the very sensible young man in front of him.

"That's your entrance fee! I'm not the kind of person who takes your money to do things for you, you know? For example: If someone asks you for trouble in the future, after I teach you a lesson, this money will compensate others for medical expenses! Understand! ”

“.”

"Huh? What are you talking about? Colin held his camera and his face was confused.

Hannah on the side quickly rolled her eyes.

Early in the morning, she saw the dirtiest scene of Hogwarts!

It's a good thing that Miss Gryffindor isn't here, otherwise she would have twisted the little wizard in front of her who ruined the Gryffindor voice to Professor McGonagall!

"This is a payment from the Daily Prophet!" Colin quickly explained: "I took a lot of photos of you fighting those monsters last night, I sent some of them to the Daily Prophet, and they sent me a large sum of money this morning, and asked me to take more pictures of you, and finally do an interview or something, just write about your life, family, parents, etc."

"Huh?"

Not a protection fee?

Owen's face collapsed in an instant.

I thought that this group of little wizards had become smarter and understood the world, and they had become officials in vain.

Then he fumbled for the envelope in his pocket.

Then the face was even worse.

Knock - you call four Galleons a lot of money, do you look down on the Daily Prophet, or do you look down on me!

I-Owen Sanchez!

The Malfoy Social Security Company, the person who earns a few hundred gold galleons per minute, will give him a dividend every month.

Would care about four Galleons!

Owen was furious!

He felt humiliated!

Humiliation from a stupid Gryffindor.

To take revenge on him.

Owen decided to plug the envelope deeper!

Knock - you can't suffer!

"Where's Luna?" He asked, then stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction of Ravenclaw.

Maybe they came a little late, so Owen didn't see Luna at the Ravenclaw table.

"I really don't know how to do business!" After looking for Luna to no avail, Owen could only educate this novice businessman by himself - Colin!

"Write a letter and tell the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet that it is less than five hundred Galleons and interview Nima! Write now, right away! ”

He yelled.

Then he slid Colin towards the Gryffindor table.

Oversee him, write letters!

"By the way, one more sentence, it is said that the bid for "Singing Against Tune" has already reached five hundred and fifty Galleons, and if he replies later than two o'clock in the afternoon, then he will have to ask the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to contact Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood and ask him if he is allowed to reprint "Singing Contradiction"!"

"This stupid kid has no business acumen at all!" Owen chattered, "It's all Gryffindor, look at George and Fred, why is there such a big gap between you?" ”

"I haven't been edified at all, and I will definitely starve to death after graduation!"

"We think so too." The twins, who heard their names, immediately came over.

"The little wizard is really not as good as one term." Fred lay on Colin's right.

"It is recommended that the Sorting Cap raise the admission criteria." George lay on Colin's left side and said.

"Then I suggest that the school allow the academy to dissuade the young wizard." Fred continued.

"That's right, kick out all the guys who don't make it."

"We Gryffindor only accept elites!"

"I think Owen is a good fit, it's a good fit for Gryffindor!"

"I think so too!"

The twins open the bow left and right, and all kinds of dangerous words. The little boy's pupils dilated, and the whole person was in a trance, he probably really thought that he might not be suitable for Gryffindor and was going to be eliminated.

"Enough, you guys!" Hannah couldn't stand it anymore.

She got up and walked behind Colin.

Patted him on the shoulder and said, "They're just scaring you." The school will not dissuade the young wizard. ”

Colin's body trembled slightly, and he glanced back at Hannah gratefully.

"But you can be expelled!" Owen added, "Look! Look at what! Don't hurry up and write it yet! ”

The tragic Colin, sobbing and holding back his dissatisfaction, quickly turned his head again, and wrote on a blank piece of parchment using the magic quill that he carried with him without blotting.

On the other hand, the other three.

smiled with a 'hideous' face.

Colin's tragedy did not last long.

Because it didn't take long for them to go to class.

Owen threatened to deduct Colin points and 'invited' him to find him at noon to continue the conversation.

Then, with a demonic smile, he and Hannah left the auditorium.

————

Today is very strange that the first transfiguration class in the morning has been temporarily replaced with a herbology class.

And the entire third year and the four major colleges came to take herbal medicine classes.

Professor Sprout had to keep his voice loud throughout the lesson, lest a young wizard wouldn't hear him.

At noon, not surprisingly, a reply from the Daily Prophet arrived.

Mr. Editor-in-Chief offered a full six hundred Galleons for an exclusive interview with Owen.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts has been closed to outsiders in recent days.

So the interview thing - it fell on Luna.

I wonder what the expression of Mr. Barnabas Guffey, the screenwriter of the Daily Prophet, will have when he knows that the interview he has requested is written by the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of Contradiction, his greatest rival?

hehe

After lunch, a few people found a corridor where no one was around.

Colin was in charge of taking pictures.

Luna was in charge of the writing.

This interview that finally made Owen memorable finally began.

"Are you filming?"

"It's shooting, it's shooting."

The 'click' flash light came on, and Owen, who was sitting on the stone guardrail of the hallway, immediately entered the state, first touching the non-existent tears with his hand, and then introducing himself in a trembling, rapid tone, like a sob.

"Hi, I'm Owen Sanchez. I'm - my family is very difficult, and my mother told me since I was a child in charge of the poor family."

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm used to it, don't write this paragraph." He turned from crying to calm in a second, then waved his hand and said to Luna shamelessly and easily.

"Ahem again"

"Hello everyone, I'm Owen Sanchez, and my family is having a very difficult time - why? Because I don't have a family - ahem, this doesn't seem to work! ”

"Come again!"

"Hi everyone, I'm Owen Sanchez, and I have a particularly difficult time in my family, although I wake up every day from a 1.24-acre (7.5-acre), 4,625-square-foot (about 430 square meter) garden villa.

Although, in the spring, the wisteria trellis in my garden turns into a purple waterfall, and the flowers and plants in the yard bloom in full bloom, and all kinds of trees and shrubs are in bloom. But I'm actually a poor, wooden, introverted, and unverbal person. ”

"If you want to talk about my relationship with magic, it has to start when I don't know how old, I was leading the children in our orphanage, by the way, I was actually an orphan.

That day, I was taking the little girls in the orphanage, playing with pee

Suddenly! All of a sudden, a silly boy picked up a piece of mud and threw it at me. Ay! At that time, I reacted quickly, and as soon as I dodged sideways, the urine sludge hit the little girl behind me.

But what! After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and the little boys in the whole yard don't know what crazy they are all throwing mud at me.

The mud in the sky - oh! Just like yesterday's Dementors, I'm the magic that awakens when I'm on guard. ”

Owen rambled on and on about his glorious past.

Ay! You don't have to think about the chapter name of the second chapter for one chapter.

(End of chapter)