"Don't forget, your subject!"

After speaking, without waiting for the little wizard to ask, the professor with an elegant temperament turned around without a trace of clouds and left the podium directly.

？？？

A sinister six-member with a question mark on their heads in the classroom!

A group of six who encounter social sinisters!

What did the new professor say?

What's the last assignment?

We're here to go to school!

Isn't it a senior researcher entering a high-level laboratory?

Several young wizards looked at each other.

The confusion in his eyes is about to overflow.

Professor Wenda, would you like to come back and hear what your assignment is?

Knock!!!

That's all Nicolamay did for Dumbledore!

Owen gritted his teeth and looked like he was going to eat people!

At Dumbledore's age, he probably couldn't even understand the question stem of that assignment just now!

He didn't understand the mechanism of the principle of theoretical exchange in specific experiments to maintain the withering of plants (cells).

Percy – they've been learning to explain terms for a whole year, and if they could understand it, they'd be haunted!

Do you drink porridge when removing toxins?

Poured the water and ate only rice?

Alchemical material replacement is one of the most important techniques of alchemy, why did those magical, magical, and alchemical creations beyond the imagination of the material world appear?

It is the alchemists who use the principle of displacement to constantly add all the properties of other substances to one.

That's why creation is so strange.

"Oh! That's right. Just as the little wizards were in the realm of the void and had not yet touched the ground, Wenda pushed the door back again.

She had an indifferent smirk on her face, "Although the results of the project are due after Christmas, your experiment report can be written now, huh!" Deliver it at the end of October! Two months of experimentation is enough! ”

After saying a word, she retreated.

Ignore any of the little wizards present the whole time!

Owen was the first to stand up, he picked up his textbook and ran out.

"Owen, where are you going?" Percy came back to his senses from his ignorance for a second, looked at Owen, who was also leaving, and asked subconsciously.

"I'll go find the principal!" He said.

"Professor Dumbledore? What are you looking for him? Percy followed.

"I'm dropping out!" Owen said firmly, "Hogwarts, hehe- it's me who doesn't deserve it!" I'm climbing! ”

"Idiots like me - transfer to Beauxbatons, or Ilvermorny."

With that, he quickened his pace and quickly disappeared into the hallway.

Look at Owen's departing figure, and the direction upstairs.

Percy's beating heart calmed down slightly.

I felt a hint of joy inexplicably in my heart.

That's it!

Gotta report to Professor Dumbledore!

What kind of homework - he didn't even understand the question

————

No one knew what Dumbledore and Vincent had talked about.

And it is.

Owen had to skip Friday's Magical Beasts Protection class.

I stayed in the library on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

I heard that Hagrid still used the Hippogriff to lead the way in the first class.

This time, however, it was no longer Draco who was injured.

Instead, he looked at Pansy Parkinson, who ignored Harry's stealing the limelight from his little master everywhere.

It seems to be quite serious, after all, the little girl is more tender than Draco's skin, and in the original book, Draco was just dislocated, she was directly fractured, and a large cut was torn open on her arm.

In short, just looking at the appearance, it is very scary!

Blood gushing.

Word spread quickly.

Although it only took Madam Pomfrey a minute to heal Pansy's wounds, she still clamored for the United House wizards to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic about the matter, and to expel Hagrid.

But none of this has anything to do with Owen.

Because Dumbledore, who was lectured by Wenda, actually agreed to her teaching method.

Nima's, is there a disease, is it not a disease!

I heard that our dear Professor Wenda defeated Dumbledore with just one sentence!

She asked: Is it useful for a young wizard to learn alchemy at school?

It's a very difficult question to answer, because the answer is just useless!

In the two years of basic study, they learned at most a low-level noun explanation.

As for what the results are. Are you kidding?

Dumbledore only came out of alchemy when he was in his nineties, and Nicolame didn't know how many years he lived, what alchemy results do you expect a sixteen or seventeen-year-old wizard to have - you are the reincarnation of Merlin.

Even if Merlin is reincarnated, he can't do it!

Unless it is born again!

So our professor Wenda borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and then said: Anyway, the little wizard used to learn noun explanation in school, and now he learns some advanced noun explanation, and there doesn't seem to be much difference from the experimental procedure.

It's a long time to see, isn't it?

At least when you go out to brag about it, you can have some advanced academic words in your mouth from time to time, and the average high school graduate in the town is still no problem with other young wizards at Hogwarts.

But—that being said.

However, it is Owen who suffers.

Just because you can't learn doesn't mean you don't have to write your homework.

Besides, homework is never done for the sake of studying, is it?

————

Early Sunday morning.

The hard-working Hermione Granger trotted all the way into the library,

She was looking for Owen for something.

Of course, by the way, prepare to open the involution mode!

Yesterday she had seen that Owen's slouch had spent the afternoon in the library.

Sensing the slightest crisis, she came to the library early this morning, when the sky was bright.

It's just that I didn't expect that as soon as I walked into the library, Hermione found that at the end of the table, the book was several feet high, the eyes were deep, and the makeup was smoky, and Owen and Percy, who fell asleep on the table yesterday, were still there today!

"Mithril is involved in the substitution or transcription of sulfur-mercury-salination modifications in the law of continuum: a binary polarization mechanism for the toxicity of Daming biting cabbage."

She walked over with a frown, wanting to see what Owen was doing with her.

Pick it up and put it on the table, a piece of parchment with only a title written on it.

Glance at it.

Her expression froze.

How so?

- She doesn't seem to be very good at breaking sentences?

"What are you writing about?"

"Wizard's Master's Thesis." Owen replied in a hoarse voice.

Then he continued to sink his head into the alchemical results of a small deflated three black wizards.

“？？？” Hermione was stunned again.

In a trance, she suddenly realized that she and Owen seemed to be under an infinite extension spell.

It's so close, but the distance is constantly getting farther away.

The little paper in her arms, which briefly described the mass mutilation of witches in the Middle Ages, did not seem worthy of being on this table.

"Huh~" was as he spoke, Percy woke up from his sleep in a trance.

He looked at Hermione in confusion with red, swollen eyes, and then said, "It's dawn?" ”

"You didn't go back last night?" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

"You should have asked if you went back the night before?" Percy rubbed his neck and got up to move his bones.

Then he sat down again, picked up a thick magic book in his hand, and began to continue excerpting.

The premise of writing the core is that he must first know what the alchemy results of a certain wizard are.

And to figure this out, he had to first extract the alchemist's work from a book that introduced the alchemy achievements of ancient wizards.

Then compare the textbook and explain the nouns to understand the English and understand what it means.

Anyway, it's been two days, and he hasn't even finished the first step.

I'm still copying it!

As for the ancient runes?

Hehe – to hell with it!

"Where did you write Owen?" Percy asked, looking down as she continued to copy.

"It's time to write the second stage of the protocol."

"What? Have you started writing the steps? Percy was taken aback, and the quill in his hand burst through the parchment with sudden force.

"Aren't the experimental procedures handed over in October? Do you write that first? ”

"What about a brief description of the results of alchemy?" He hurriedly asked.

"I didn't write it." Owen raised his head slowly, his eyes were sore and swollen, and his eyes were full of dark circles, and he looked like a fool, and then his dry lips were slightly raised, and he said in a short and hoarse tone: "Are you a critic?" Looking for them one by one here? ”

"Write to the corresponding author of the book you are reading! Whoever compiles the life results of those ancient alchemists will write to whom! Find it yourself? Summarize it yourself? You won't necessarily be able to summarize it next year! ”

"Uh-can you do that?" Percy was stunned, his eyes looking at Owen in disbelief.

It dawned on him that this was a good idea.

But—

"Will they reply to what I write?"

Took the warm black tea that Hermione handed her, which she carried with her every day when she stayed up late in the library.

Owen took a sip, moistened his lips and throat with tea, and paused for a moment before continuing, "So you're just a naughty one." ”

"You're stupid! Write in your own name? Write in the name of your principal's email address—ah—no—ah!

The first sentence reads: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, recipient of the Order of Merlin of the First Class, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Wizard of Wizengamot.

Look at the beginning, which little deflated San dares not to reply? ”

Owen pulled several letters from a stack of books beside him and placed them in front of Percy.

These are all sent in by Dobby.

"Look, how positive are they?"

"This," Percy's mouth was as big as a fist, "but how could they be so aggressive, even in the guise of the Headmaster?" ”

"Impersonation?" Owen was like a fierce cat that had been stepped on by his tail, with teeth and claws, "What kind of pretence, I have asked the principal, don't spew blood!" ”

"When, weren't you in the library for three days?" Percy, who had also been sitting for three days, was puzzled.

"Am I asking in my heart that I can't do it? Anyway, the old headmaster, the master of soul retrieval, he will perceive it in the dark. ”

Owen said with peace of mind.

At this moment, in the headmaster's office, Professor Dumbledore, who was on the line with Tom's notes, suddenly sneezed.

"Huh? Did he find out the truth? The old headmaster looked down at the note, and saw that on it, black ink was forming a sentence: Tom Riddle, the successor of Slytherin and the successor of the great white wizard Dumbledore.

He led a raid into Grindelwald's headquarters in Neumongaard, Austria.

and fight him to the death.

"It should be Owen's stinky boy, muttering about me again!"

The headmaster smiled, then leaned down and went on to create a world for little Tom.

Percy, on the other hand, still didn't understand how those authors could be so active in replying to Owen.

Until Owen explained: "It's nothing, I just said that Hogwarts is going to hold a celebration of the 1,400th anniversary of the founding of the school, and all Hogwarts graduates who have made outstanding contributions will be invited to participate in the celebration, and the outstanding Hogwarts will also erect a statue of him in the courtyard." ”

“？？？” Percy's cheeks twitched, then she slowly extended a thumbs up to him.

High!

It's really high!

You're all over!

I've never seen you so mad.

For academic wizards who don't love money, a statue standing forever at Hogwarts is more glorious than going down in history.

After all, there are many people who have left a name in history, but the statue stands at Hogwarts, and every young wizard in England will remember him from now on.

"If they later asked why the celebration was not held, they would write back that the situation was chaotic and that the headmaster was planning to delay it for a few years for the sake of the young wizard's safety.

As for how long is the delay?

Let's talk about it in 2023! ”

Cattle!

Percy's eyes lit up!

The logic is closed.

"Y-what are you talking about?" Hermione was confused as she listened.

What to send?

What is the school anniversary?

What statue?

Why do we both study at Hogwarts and I feel like we're not in the same world?

"It's nothing, graduate students exchange experiences, you haven't graduated from high school, don't get involved." Owen leaned on the table and continued to meditate on his experimental procedures.

Holding back seven words in one night is more uncomfortable than writing a book.

What's more, many of his experimental methods can only be calculated theoretically, after all, Professor Sprout has only introduced a dozen poisonous biting cabbage trees, and they have all taken them for experiments, do they still want to cultivate them?

"Humph!" The little witch was immediately a little unhappy.

She held a face and looked at the two people who were racking their brains very unpleasantly.

There's nothing I can't learn about research, no subject, I can't learn!

She is full of confidence, and this time she must catch up with Owen.

"Pansy was wounded by Buckbeak, you know?" Hermione abruptly changed the subject and moved on to something else.

"Well, and then what?" Owen replied without raising his head.

"The Slytherins are clamoring for Buckbeak to be executed, and they've even written a letter to the Department of Magical Beasts at the Ministry of Magic."

"Uh-huh?"

"The Ministry of Magic has replied."

"What did Fudge say?"

"Not the minister, it's the director of the Department of Magical Beasts Management, he wrote to agree. It is estimated that the Slytherin men are now in front of Hagrid's hut. ”

"Agreed?" Owen finally looked up, and he somewhat understood why Hermione was telling him this

"That's really good news I've heard this year."

"Why are you only saying it now!" He glared at Hermione grumblingly, then jumped up from his chair and ran out of the room.

"He- what's going on?" Looking at Owen's distant back, Percy asked puzzled.

Hermione pursed her lips and sat directly in Owen's seat, "He's not been thinking about Buckbeak's meat for a day or two, and I heard that it's going to be used for shabu-shabu, a Far Eastern delicacy." ”

"So he's going to rob the body of the Hippogriff?" Percy couldn't read it, but was shocked.

Is this Hufflepuff?

Sure enough, it's very different from their Gryffindor.

"Hehe-" The little witch sneered, then opened the magic book in her hand.

Hearing this, Percy instantly understood, "The Ministry of Magic didn't reply at all?" ”

"It's that they haven't had time to write yet!"

“.”

Suddenly, Percy suddenly had the illusion that he was old.

Are all the little wizards so insidious and cunning now?

I think that when I was so old, I was either studying diligently or diligently every day.

I've never been in trouble.

But now—it seems that Hogwarts has changed since Harry Potter came to school.

I'm getting irritable.

It became cunning.

It's even more vibrant!

————

On the other side, Owen was running all the way out of Hogwarts.

Stepping through the mountains and covered with dewy grass.

In the distance, he saw a crowd of people in front of Hagrid's cabin.

One red and one green, the two sides started a battle, and they were verbally greeting each other's families.

Poor Hagrid was caught in the middle, his face full of distress.

"Hand over the Hippogriff."

"Do you say you will hand it over? What are you? ”

"Do you want to fight?"

"I've been looking at you for a long time!"

"Excellent! Hit him! ”

"Up!"

Give full play to the two courtyards that can do it and never beep, and they can't say a word, and they scuffle together in an instant.

Chaotic spells fly.

All kinds of evil spells and dark magic defense charms are all part of the grand event.

This stunned Owen who rushed in.

What's going on?

He hasn't arched the fire yet, and this is the beginning of the fight!

Is it because of the uneven distribution of spoils?

"Hey! Don't even grab it, that-Buckbeak's meat is going to cut me in half! ”

Owen, who was speeding down the mountain path, shouted as he ran.

His steps were fast, and more than ten seconds after the voice was heard, people arrived.

"Killed? Where's the meat? The little blackhead's eyes lit up, and he kept looking at the pumpkin patches around him.

But there was nothing around but stupid pumpkins and a few quacking crows.

Hagrid, on the steps of the hut, turned black in a second, and his cheeks were a little bulging, obviously angry.

"She's alive, alive and well!" Hagrid yelled angrily.

The giant's voice burst into Owen's little brain!

"Ah~" A glutton, instantly crossed his face.

When he, after skimming the faces of Harry and Ron present.

It took less than a nanosecond for Owen to know that he had been tricked by Hermione and became a grudge.

She probably tricked herself into coming to town.

"ε=(ο'*)))) alas. Really, how can you still deceive people! Owen, who was deflated for a second, turned directly from excitement to confusion.

Heavy eyelids and bulging temples made him feel tired.

The aftermath of staying up late is coming.

"I heard, even Owen supported the killing of the murderer, the Hippogriff."

The two sides who stopped fighting reached a stalemate.

A moment later, someone on the Slytherin side suddenly shouted.

Then, as if they had suddenly found a weapon to fight against them, they began to chatter at the Gryffindors.

"Don't make a noise!" Owen shouted, his brain hurt!

"It's going to force Lai Lai every day, why didn't you just give that winged beast at that time and gnaw a big melon!" He pointed to the Slytherins.

"Knock! Oh my flesh! The meat is gone! ”

"It's all your !!"

In front of Hagrid's hut, two groups of people had different faces, one blue and the other white.

But Owen's sentence was not over yet, he staggered, took a deep breath, and stood firm. Then he reprimanded: "All of them are waste snacks, and ten points will be deducted!" Ten points will be deducted for each person! And you guys! ”

With that, he raised his hand and pointed at Gryffindor again, "Stop it!" Stopped my braised pork! You also deduct 10 points! All deduct 10 points! ”

After that, the depressed Owen, like a puppet without a treasure in his heart, leaned forward, his hands were close to his waist and abdomen, and he walked forward with his feet swaying and relying on his body inertia.

He's going home to sleep.

His bed, warm and soft, was calling to him with a soft, sweet, and broad heart.

On the other side, Slytherin and Gryffindor, who were messed up with Owen, were speechless.

Inexplicably, he was deducted sixty or seventy points, who suffered this.

And most importantly, none of them dared to refute it.

Look, the sluggish appearance of that Hufflepuff demon king, with their ass, they know that if they dare to speak, they will definitely be beaten!

So for the sake of their ass - they can only swallow this breath.

More on that later!

In this way, after glaring at each other hostilely for a few times, the two sides each led the team away.

And Hagrid, who was at the center of this storm, was not angry at Owen's insulting remarks just now, mainly because he was used to it.

Sometimes he wondered if he hadn't watched the woods, and what bastard boy would have been able to endanger the magical beasts inside.

However, Owen's performance just now gave him a little inspiration.

Is it possible that he is the professor?

Why would he, a professor, be forced to such a point by his students?

Think about what would happen to Snape if that happened to him?

Harry boiled potions one day, and then suddenly blew up, and the potion burned his skin extensively, and even bled and disfigured!

In this case, believe it or not, Snape would still let out a cold sneer, and then command the Academy to send Harry to the infirmary.

The moment the student walked out of the Potions classroom with his feet raised, his trademark taunt was added with the phrase "Gryffindor deducts five points, it's for your stupidity." ”

He'll definitely say it.

Snape is that kind of person!

And what about the little wizards?

I was injured, I suffered, I deducted points, and I had to make up for my homework!

But even though he was so strict, no little wizard dared to contradict him.

So—do you want to show some of the majesty of a professor yourself?

Hagrid stood on the steps of the cabin, looking out at Owen's departing back.

He decided that he would have to talk to Professor McGonagall about the lecture.

Although he didn't like Snape's teaching style, Professor McGonagall could learn from it!

Coherent, coherent

(End of chapter)