"I think you're a little extreme."

"Heh—look at that textbook, the second paragraph on the first page of the third chapter, does the sentence make sense?"

"The professor before that, he didn't know French. There is no proofreading, hiss~" The old principal is unspeakably embarrassed, and he wants to expose his attitude of being at ease and getting by in the alchemy class!

Immediately, he quickly explained: "At that time, I didn't support this set of textbooks he compiled, and I suggested using Nick's manuscript."

"Needless to say." Wenda waved her hand, signaling that she didn't want to listen any more, she had a smile on her face, cold and charming, although her tone was not high, not like those hysterical madmen, but there was a unique sense of majesty, commanding superiority.

"There is still a week left before the next class, and you give four days to rearrange a new version of the textbook."

"As for your precious students, they can only get P in this year's course." With that, the corners of her mouth were raised, her heels were on the floor, and she made a steady, loud sound, and then turned to leave the principal's office.

"Ugh." The old headmaster lowered his head and looked at the textbook in his hand, and a trace of pity for the little wizards rose in his heart.

When he was in school, the book was originally more than 300 pages long.

All translated from the Egyptian Jade Record.

Of course, 300 pages is absolutely impossible to translate that masterpiece of alchemy in a comprehensive way.

In reality, all they see is a section that resembles a directory.

Later, when he met Nick, Nick gave him a translation of the Jade Record, written in parchment, piled up on the ground about 9 feet (2.7 meters).

Just a translation into French is more than 600 pages, and this is still a version that does not explain in detail many of the formulas, and if Nick's revised "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" were translated into English in its entirety, it would be more than 1,300 pages. (about 13 centimeters thick)

Enough to use as a pillow.

That's a bit of a lot of work.

He himself apparently did not have such time

Uh-huh—it looks like he's going to have to find someone who understands French, knows a little bit about alchemy, and has a lot of free time.

Oh~~~

In a trance, a boy with gray eyes and black hair who was serving as the president of the Hogwarts Student Council came to his mind.

Coincidentally, this is not ~~~ A smile appeared on the face of the old principal.

Uh-huh – that's a workout – isn't it?

If you can complete the translation of that huge book, no matter what, that child will step into a whole new level of alchemy, which can be regarded as an alternative class!

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On the other hand, Owen, who was discussing the Patronus Charm with Percy, did not have a premonition of impending disaster.

After a hurried end of the course, he fled the alchemy classroom without stopping.

Those seniors could annoy him to death, and kept asking him how he could release the full physical patron god Balabala.

He wasn't as patient as Harry.

If you can't learn, it can only mean that you are stupid.

At the age of eighteen, if you are about to graduate and you can't learn the Patronus Charm, then don't learn it, just pout the wand and be a Muggle!

If you graduate at the age of eighteen and don't have a girlfriend yet, then don't look for it. Directly gag the women's clothes to wear them for the benefit of the society!

Trouble is dead.

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And aside from Percy's addiction to the Patronus Charm, the rest of Gryffindor isn't normal.

The first one is Ron, this guy has secretly started to investigate who stole his spotted mouse, first of all, he suspected Owen, no way, Shylock seems to be very interested in the dead mouse, and wanted to eat it several times, but unfortunately the mouse is a human after all, as far as IQ is concerned, the kitten is still slightly insufficient, so he never caught it.

But Ron didn't care about that, he thought it was Shylock who ate his spots.

In the end, it was Owen who personally came out to pay attention to him, and then he cried bitterly and said that the murderer was actually someone else, and he had never suspected Shylock, and other touching words.

Then there's Hermione, who, though she seems to have given up on her thesis, is secretly reading textbooks about alchemy.

This crazy little witch is rolling up.

It was only after Harry's injury that Owen learned from Madam Pomfrey that she had prepared a lot fewer raw materials for the pick-me-up every winter.

Owen, who also drinks the refreshment as happy water, immediately smelled a rather strong refreshment from Hermione's body.

The little witch bought herself a Muggle to use. Thermos mug?

Carry it in your pocket every day, and take a bite when you have nothing to do.

Thanks to this third grade, Irving would have had to think that Barty Crouch Jr. had mixed in.

The last one, of course, is our savior, Mr. Harry Potter!

Owen had always felt that this should not be discharged, he should be transferred, from the Hogwarts infirmary to Arkham Asylum.

After getting up from the hospital bed, this guy kept saying something, and when he fell from the sky, he vaguely saw a big black dog.

What black dog prophecies, what Professor Trelawney's prophecy has come true, and so on.

Suspicious to the point of madness.

Moreover, he was even more convinced of the words of the old madman of Trelawney, and almost lived in the divination classroom with the crystal ball.

Hermione also argued with him for this.

Friendly reminder: Because a crazy little witch attacked the Minister of Magic at night last semester, she didn't apply for a time converter this year.

Still, Hermione had to take a few more electives than the normal little wizard.

Ancient runi, magical beasts, divination, arithmetic divination lessons.

There are four doors

Although she had given up Muggle studies, the schedule was still not normal.

Divination and arithmetic divination were repeated during class time.

Hermione's response was to take a course every other week. For the missing section, go to other elective wizards to borrow notes!

Of course, this situation didn't last long, because after only one lesson, Hermione discovered the essence of Professor Trelawney's old liar, and after decisively canceling the divination class, she was given a normal class schedule similar to that of Owen.

That's why she and Harry, a devout believer, had such a big conflict.

One is only a liar, and the other is convinced!

It's strange if you don't fight.

There was nothing wrong with Owen, but Hermione approached him several times and asked him to save Harina (Owen's adjective added privately) from his rotten fanatical brain.

Uneasy, he had to sneak Harry out of Professor Trelawney's office the day before Halloween (because of the holiday).

"Forgive you in the name of Mei Sheng, Mei Father, and Mei Zi, stupid mortal. May the brain-dead and idiots stay away from you, Plummen! Owen grabbed Harry's head with one hand, then dragged him by force all the way to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor.

"Go in and repent! Sinner, Meowth Master will forgive you for betraying my Lord! ”

"No, Owen, you don't understand, Professor Trelawney, she—she can see the future." Harry stood in front of Professor McGonagall's office with a face full of devotion that Professor Trelawney had recently predicted that he would be in danger around Christmas.

He must improve his dueling skills as soon as possible.

I hope that this time I can get through the crisis safely.

"I can see the future, too!" Owen said with disdain.

"I'm telling you, I predict that if you continue like this, Professor McGonagall will find an opportunity to beat you up!"

"You're not coming to the divination class, so you haven't seen it! Many of her prophecies have come true, and if Ron were to count his rats as family, then Trelawney's prophecy that one of their families would leave forever is true. Harry struggled to break free of Owen's grasp, he didn't want to see Professor McGonagall!

Teacher Meow will definitely let him stay in class!

Then punish the copying of textbooks!

"She's kind of omniscient! Owen, you'd better treat her with respect, or you won't be able to avoid danger if she doesn't tell you about the dangers she will encounter in the future! ”

"Fart!" Owen reprimanded, and then pushed open the door of Teacher Meow's office, "The last one who claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent, his son has been hanging on the cross for 2,000 years, and he is still staring at you every day!" ”

“.”

On the other side, Professor McGonagall, who had the door open, of course heard Owen's somewhat noisy voice.

Her brow furrowed slightly, but soon regrouped.

It was a small study on the edge of the corridor on the second floor, and the fireplace was already burning.

A table with a window behind it that looks out onto the Quidditch pitch.

"Quick! Teacher Meow, your family's savior is going to be taught! ”

Owen lowered his head and tugged at his hands, Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, clutched the doorframe with both hands, reluctant to come in.

"What are you talking about! Irving! "Professor McGonagall is used to all the strange names this hapless boy has for her!

At the beginning, she would be angry and deduct points, but this bear child just refused to change his ways.

And he didn't just give himself nicknames.

What old bats that don't wash their hair, old bees who don't pay their wages to hire child labor, etc.

The entire Hogwarts staff, except for Professor Sprout, there is nothing he would not dare to arrange!

Thinking about it, Professor McGonagall felt a little more relieved, after all, compared to her name, the other professors were not good words!

"Of course, it's the Great Fool Esoteric Sect of Professor Trelawney, this guy is already fascinated, and he runs to the divination classroom every day, and he simply loses all the cards of the savior!"

While Harry's attention was on the door frame, Owen raised his foot to be a sweeping leg, and Harry, whose center of gravity was unstable, immediately staggered and let go of his hand, trying to support his body with both hands.

At this time, he pulled again, and the little thing rolled into the office.

"You're going to have to punish him!" Owen smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth, "Yes! Let him copy the book! Copy all the books in the library! ”

Wow quack!!

Owen, who almost revealed his evil smile, quickly gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise.

It was only then that he realized that there was another person in Professor McGonagall's office.

Dark green close-fitting robes, leather boots, and a wizard's hat on his head, the whole person is full of French romantic elegance.

Wenda Rozier.

What a coincidence, Owen raised an eyebrow, what was she doing in Professor McGonagall's office?

The women behind the two white/black lords exchange experiences?

"Harry." Professor McGonagall's stern voice made Harry's small body tremble.

Yes, the professor has long known that the little wizard of his academy was bewitched by that old liar.

The reason why she didn't come to deal with it.

It's just that she's so busy, and she's been busy lately with the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, and the wizarding world of England.

I heard that there was a great disaster in the wizarding world.

The undead spread across the continent.

Dumbledore left the school several times and went to Azkaban and other places where the dead had appeared, to investigate the field.

What happened in those places, no one knows.

And the group of dark wizards who escaped.

There are some difficult things to deal with, and the Aurors still need the help of the old headmaster.

As for some who may have fled the UK, he, the president of the federation, has to take responsibility.

Although the International Confederation of Wizards has been lonely since the defeat of Grindelwald. They no longer have the strength to challenge a country's Ministry of Magic, but as an international organization, its role as a link between wizarding nations in the world has not diminished much.

In October alone, the Federation issued more than a dozen international hunt warrants for 'dangerous dark wizards'.

Naturally, Dumbledore needed to coordinate from it.

There were even some hidden things that he needed to deal with personally.

Kingsley is often present at Hogwarts these days, and they are all preparing for that event.

The net has been cast, and it depends on how many fish have been hooked.

As for Hogwarts and the surrounding villages of Hogsmeade, their safety and day-to-day affairs fell on Professor McGonagall's shoulders.

So, can she not get tired?

As for her relationship with Professor Trelawney.

Hehe—look at the way Hermione and Professor Trelawney get along, and you know how this incredibly intelligent, stern and honest professor could possibly like that charlatan.

"Professor, I was wrong!" Regardless of whether you are wrong or not, it is always right to admit it first!

Harry knew that as Snape's main concern, he knew that the more he talked back, the more trouble he would get.

"Okay~ Don't put all your energy on those ethereal places." Professor McGonagall was unusually angry, but sighed softly.

This made Owen's wicked smile falter.

Uh-huh?

What do you mean?

Cover up the savior, right?

Hit me hard, right?

Professor Meow! I misread you!

Professor McGonagall stared at the two hapless children in front of her, with a headache.

It's the busiest and most dangerous time for Hogwarts.

She doesn't want to spend all her energy on boring things.

Besides, the professor glanced unobtrusively at Wenda beside her, who still had a job to spy on the former Dark Lord's assistant!

With a thought in his mind, Teacher Meow, he shifted his attention to Owen, "Albus has something for you to do, Owen." ”

"Huh? What happened to me? ”

"What's the matter?" Owen asked quietly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Translating the writings of Nicolame." Wenda took Professor McGonagall's words and spoke softly.

"I'm going to write a lesson plan? You're the professor! Owen straightened up, took a step back, and then roared indignantly.

OMG!

You're too lazy!

Let me do everything!

Did Dumbledore pay me?

In the past, when you were the CEO secretary of the previous company, you were hands-on and did what you did, but you became so lazy after changing jobs!

You won't fall for the poison of the old bee's capitalists!

Thinking about prostitution labor every day?

Owen looked at Wenda's eyes and immediately became vigilant and questioning, ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ) go away from the poison of capitalism, and stay away from us - class!

"Six Galleons in a chapter." She said lightly.

"Hey, look at what you said, I mainly like to share the work with the professors, you say, what works, what do you want!" Owen immediately changed to another face, rubbed his hands, smiled shyly, and a pair of big gray eyes flickered.

"Deciphering Ancient Alchemy"

"Oh, it's this book, I've seen it, I remember—" Suddenly, Owen's voice stopped abruptly as if the thread had been broken.

Then, with a look of horror and disbelief, he said to Wenda, "The book—it seems to have more than 1,300 pages."

"Hmm!"

"More than 1,300,000 words"

"Hmm!"

"There are more than 100 pages of illustrations alone, including some of the original drawings of the Egyptian Jade Record."

"Hmm!"

"Have I offended you somewhere? Professor! You asked me to translate this! 1.3 million words, this book may not be able to write 1.3 million words! Are you crazy or am I crazy! Owen screamed in grief, and then shouted, "I'm looking for Professor Sprat, I'm looking for Headmaster Dumbledore!" I have made meritorious contributions to the school, and I have worked hard for the school! Why did they treat me like that!! ”

There was no emotional change on the faces of the two professors in response to Owen's shouting, as if someone was performing a one-man show.

After howling bitterly for a while, and finally realizing that no one was paying attention to him, Owen decisively stopped his voice.

"Howling? Let's go back when we're done! Professor McGonagall waved her hand and said the same to Harry.

"The information will be delivered by an owl today, you remember to sign for it."

With that, Harry turned around as if he had been reborn, and trotted Owen out of Professor McGonagall's office.

He was full of spring breeze, who would have thought that it would only be five minutes.

It's a two-level reversal.

On the road, his steps were a lot brisker, and the whole person was beaming.

Owen's back molars were about to crumble.

Glad yes!

Hehe.

"Harry!" Owen smiled evilly, put his arms around Harry's neck, leaned against him and said, "Ever heard of a song?"

"What a song!" Harry instinctively wanted to escape, but Owen grabbed him by the shoulder, so he couldn't escape.

"In the name of the godfather, the merciful godfather, he has fallen into, the kingdom of sin, no one can say that there is no one to say, it is so unbearable, and behind the glory is engraved a loneliness

The mottled family crest was wiped all night, the glow of loneliness, the feeling of understanding, the candlelight swaying non-stop, the owl on the window lattice, looking into the distance"

"What godfather?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and then remembered who Owen was talking about, Blake, the murderer.

Voldemort's loyal lackeys?

"Sirius Black?"

"Oh! My dear Harry, you don't even want to call him a godfather. Owen said loudly.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" The smile on Harry's face looked like an eraser, and he knew that Owen was about to tell the truth he wanted to know most.

"Your father and Sirius and Professor Lupin, and . . Best buddies, you know? Just like you and Ron Hermione, they were inseparable during school. ”

The two of them walked together in the corridor on the second floor, and Owen quietly performed his pain transfer method.

"Then Professor Trelawney, the old liar you admired, made a prophecy about the fall of Voldemort."

"A child born at the end of July will be the savior, he will finally defeat Voldemort, by the way, Harry, when is your birthday" Owen raised an eyebrow and asked in a teasing tone.

Of course he knew about Harry's birthday, and he gave him a birthday present.

Harry didn't speak, he probably guessed something.

Because of that prophecy, Voldemort thought that the child was him.

"I'm guessing you've guessed it, right! That's right, there are only two unborn children in July, one is you and the other is your roommate, Neville Longbottom, Voldemort chose you, your parents were killed by him, and the Death Eaters chose Neville and tortured his parents to madness. ”

In a flirtatious tone, he told the cruel truth.

"Back then, your parents knew about this prophecy, and Dumbledore used the Loyalty Charm to hide the ancestral home of the Poult family in order to protect them."

"Do you know the Curse of Faithfulness? An extremely complex spell that uses magic to hide someone's secret forever in the soul of a living person. That person is the so-called secrecy person! ”

"I know, Hermione's extracurricular books have been introduced to this spell, and she has shown it off." Harry's body trembled slightly, his fists clenched, his eyes glazed off, he had already guessed the truth.

"Whoa, do you think your father's chosen secrecy will be?"

"Sirius Black!"

"Uh-huh!" Owen didn't admit it, just snorted.

But to Harry's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue!

Blake killed his parents!

And the source of all this turned out to be Professor Trelawney!

He was stupid enough to follow the enemy who killed his parents every day.

Harry's face turned blue and white, and his whole person looked like a powder keg that had been ignited.

But an invisible force bound it, the powder keg could not explode, but it could not be extinguished, the feeling of oppression, the anger but powerlessness, the absurdity and shame almost consumed his soul.

"Oh roar~~~" Owen let go of his hand.

By this time they had reached the mouth of the spiral staircase.

One will go up, and the other will go down.

"I wish you a good night and a good dream~~~"

With that, Owen turned his head and walked down, his legs numb and disappeared down the stairs.

Harry, on the other hand, walked upstairs in a dejected, mechanical way.

(End of chapter)