"Sirius!" Harry immediately jumped to his feet, "I have something to tell you, it's about Voldemort's Horcruxes. ”

"I hear you." Sirius walked into their circle and looked at Owen flirtatiously, "I heard someone say I couldn't beat that snot. ”

"I'm just telling the truth." Owen said without hesitation, then looked at Sirius with a slightly defiant look, "Maybe you can prove yourself?" ”

"Put away your boring agitation." He said.

"If you want to deal with that nasty snot and do it yourself, I'd love to see Hogwarts have the first time in history that a young wizard beats up a professor."

“.”

Owen's lips pressed against him, and he looked pitiful, he thought that Sirius would be a reckless man who would rush to Snape for a duel.

Thinking about it, maybe he would have been more than ten years ago, but now, he has probably learned a little smarter.

"I hate to admit it, but Snape, the professor, is probably a good guy now."

"He's a good guy?" Sirius's eyes widened as if he had never known him, and gradually, a strange heat erupted from his pupils, like the scorching heat of a flame beating and spitting.

"He, if he's fucking good, then James is a saint." He roared, "He's a Death Eater, Dumbledore can trust him to change his ways, but I don't!" His dark heart can only pretend to be jealous and ambitious. ”

"If I were Dumbledore, I would have given him a death curse, and it would have been my greatest mercy to let him die with dignity."

"Stop!" Owen interrupted Sirius' increasingly dangerous speech, rubbing his head, feeling that he shouldn't have brought it up.

After all, Sirius would have gone crazy if he had known that it was Snape who had given half of the prophecy to Voldemort and that had led to what had happened.

According to his temperament, even if he tried his best, he wanted to avenge Harry's father.

When the time comes, he and Snape will really be dead.

"How are you talking to Mr. Obbo?" Owen's voice shifted, and he forcefully diverted the topic elsewhere.

"What else?" Sirius sneered, and said with a thick tone of disdain, "All they can do is cover up, and if this matter is known to the public, it will cause unspeakable damage to the authority of the Ministry of Magic - that guy has always been on his lips." ”

"He wants me to be silent on this matter."

"And then? What are the benefits? Owen asked curiously.

"Huh?"

"What a benefit! Why should you cover it up for the Ministry of Magic? ”

"Oh! I know. Owen suddenly realized, his eyes were sharp, and a light flashed, "Obo, that kid, have you taken a kickback for the benefits that the Emperor-Ministry of Magic has given you!" ”

“.” Sirius glared at Owen like a fool.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Really no good?"

"They promised me a Merlin Medal of the First Class in recognition of my contribution to the First Wizarding War." Ridicule seemed to be his true color.

When he spat out the Merlin Medal, there was not a trace of enthusiasm in his tone, but a kind of disgust and disdain.

Owen could probably understand his mixed feelings.

He may still blame himself, thinking that the dead comrades, the wounded comrades, are more worthy of glory than himself.

But that's the reality.

The Ministry of Magic needs to launch a hero.

In this dark hour.

There is no better story about a hero than Sirius.

A person who embarks on a path of revenge alone for the sake of his best friend, a person who is willing to spend twelve years in prison for his sins, and a Death Eater who is more than ever before when his best friend's child is in danger.

Such a story is definitely more realistic than the ethereal title of savior on Harry.

People need to see something real.

Sirius, of course, carries the original sin of the Ministry of Magic.

Twelve years ago, he was imprisoned without trial, and they have an unshirkable responsibility, and even the first person in charge is now the Minister of Magic!

That's why the Ministry of Magic has been slow to reopen the trial, but has acknowledged Sirius's innocence.

They needed a portion of Sirius instead of all of it.

"Merlin's Medal!" Owen exclaimed and said shortly, "I always feel that this name will bring misfortune to people~~~"

"He can't even save himself, and he is alone guarding the tower called Avalon, O wizard! What a good example! ”

"It's not as good as Gandalf!"

Owen was caught up in his daily chatter again.

Everyone can see it.

He would always talk to himself like this, saying things that only he could understand.

Just like Luna.

But he can make up a lot of truth based on his baseless words, so that you can't refute it.

A moment later, Professor McGonagall walked over.

She whispered a few words in Sirius' ear, and then led him out of the Great Hall.

And the people who had eaten supper dispersed.

Hermione borrowed a time-turner from Owen, and she didn't know where the little witch was going to sneak in.

In fact, Owen would love to tell her that time is a fair thing.

The time you involute looks like the volume wins others, but in fact, this is overdrawing yourself.

It takes you twice as long to learn, which means yours will age faster than others.

But seeing that she was so enthusiastic, he didn't have anything to say.

Roll it!

Roll it up.

For some time afterward.

Especially after the end of January.

From February onwards, Hogwarts seemed to be back on track.

Although the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin continues to intensify, the professors seem to have expected it for a long time.

With the intervention of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, the castle strengthened its management, and neither the Lion House nor the Serpent House found an opportunity for a large-scale group fight.

Of course, there are constant conflicts.

As time went on, Snape and Sirius also converged a lot, and the fact that they deducted points from Gryffindor and Slytherin slowly stopped, but Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts became the two favorite and most hated classes for Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

Compared to the heavily divided Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Hagrid's Protecting Magical Creatures class was surprisingly hated by everyone.

Under the influence of Shylock and Bakar, Hagrid became increasingly interested in researching how to unite two unrelated magical beasts to produce strange offspring.

He also wrote a number of letters to Mr. Newt, the legendary Hufflepuff senior.

At its peak, Harry said, three or four owls could be seen every day going back and forth to Hagrid's cabin.

Finally, the time came to the end of February, and on the last day of the month, the Quidditch tournament finally took place normally.

According to tradition, it must have been Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

It was a game without any suspense at all.

The players on both sides were a little slack during this time, and they didn't have much time to train.

But Harry had a firebolt.

At 250 mph, the firebolt can leave all the brooms behind.

Coupled with Harry's unrivalled skill and grit, he won the race with ease, without a hint of confrontation at all.

This frustrated Wood a bit.

Because all the tactics he had prepared in advance were useless.

It was probably the easiest game he'd ever won.

The Weasley twins happily said that with Harry with firebolts, their Gryffindor was invincible.

As for Owen

All right~

Originally, he thought that after Wenda left Hogwarts, he would be less stressed about alchemy.

But the arrival of a new professor dashed all his hopes of being lazy.

Dumbledore himself served as the alchemy professor at Hogwarts.

One class per week.

Completely accepted Wenda's teaching philosophy.

The "Deciphering of Ancient Alchemy", which Owen helped translate, officially became their textbook.

That's a huge work of more than 1,000 pages!

Again, this is the result of a lot of cuts.

The good thing was that Owen was able to make his first appearance on the front page of Alchemy Today, an academic journal that belongs to the same publishing house as Transfiguration Today.

Dumbledore told him that the judging committee might award him this year's award for best contribution to alchemy.

You must know that because there has not been an outstanding alchemy genius in the wizarding world for many years, this award has been a bye for more than ten years.

The last time I won this award was a student from the Far Eastern Daming Academy of Magic.

And he is likely to be the youngest wizard to win this award in the past hundred years.

Owen didn't care about the accolades.

But the prize money of 5,000 made him red-eyed.

But after his eyes were red, he was worried again.

Because it is obvious that after him, as long as he is a little wizard who has taken alchemy, he will definitely greet his family cordially because of this "Ancient Alchemy Decryption".

Moreover, in the English-speaking world, in addition to Hogwarts, there are several schools of witchcraft and wizardry, and over time, his book is likely to become a common textbook for those houses.

More than a thousand pages of textbooks.

It's no wonder that the little wizards who took this course didn't greet him!

"Look!" One morning, hundreds of owls flew over the auditorium, and they were delivering letters of all kinds.

Harry clutched a copy of the Daily Prophet and shouted, "Wizengamot, the Supreme Wizards' Court has handed down Sirius's case." ”

"Hehe, after so long, they finally remembered." Ron scoffed. And then I saw the kind of huge picture in the newspaper.

In the picture, Minister of Magic, Barty Krach, holding Sirius's hand with a cold face, a witch wearing a fuchsia robe and a delicate silver "W" embroidered on her left chest hands Sirius with a green ribbon and a golden medallion engraved with a sword and wand.

Then the surrounding area suddenly lit up with a lot of flashing lights.

Everyone laughed.

It's just not so natural.

"He deserves it." Harry said happily, as if he had received a Merlin medal.

And the surrounding Gryffindors are also deeply honored, after all, Sirius is a Gryffindor, and of course they are happy.

This is in stark contrast to the gloomy Slytherins.

"I don't know what Sirius compromised." Owen said quietly, and then suddenly a dozen packages were dropped on top of his head.

Luckily, Hannah was quick and flicked her wand and hovered the packages over his head.

"Wow! Has my delivery finally arrived? Owen immediately got up and took all the packages.

He reached out and casually opened one of them.

A black and dirty package on the outside, and inside it was a delicate box.

Owen pulled out his wand and pointed it at the box to chant the Transfiguration Charm, the gray mana caressing the surface of the box, and in an instant it opened, revealing the contents inside.

Well—it was a long tuxedo dress in azure with all sorts of gems and pearls.

There is a not-so-high score difference in the hem, which leaves everyone to reverie, what kind of beautiful scenery will a girl wearing such a dress show?

Under the dress is a pair of crystal-like high heels, which look shiny and allude to the Milky Way, but they are soft to the touch, and I don't know what material they are made of.

"It's still very good!" Owen touched the long skirt, and the silky touch made people love it.

Then he stuffed the package to Hannah.

"It's yours." He then handed Harry another package with an H on it.

Then there are Hermione's, Ron's, Justin's, Twins, Luna's, who are waiting for the money but disappointed.

In short, the dozen or so packages on the soles of his feet were quickly scattered by him.

"Why are you giving us these?"

Hannah quickly put the package away.

And Hermione had to ask why.

Luna was the quietest, as if she was studying where the glittering Baker jewelry on his dress came from.

"No, you can return it Thank you, seventy or eighty Galleons a piece, my heart is bleeding." Owen glared at her angrily.

During this time, he thought about it, but he didn't know what Christmas gifts to give the little wizards.

Originally, he wanted to give out red envelopes directly like last year.

But Hermione sternly rejected the idea.

In the UK, there is no custom of giving out red envelopes, and even if you give a very cheap gift at Christmas, you will not give money directly, because it will give people a very bad feeling, that is, you don't care about the friendship of friends, and giving money is a very frivolous and arrogant behavior.

So this year he has to send physical goods anyway.

This has been bothering Owen for a long time.

As the days passed, he suddenly remembered that next year's Triwizard Tournament would not prepare any dresses or anything like that, and he thought about Ron.

Although Irving doesn't know if there will be this event next year.

But he finally had something to give.

He then bought some Muggle dress design magazines from London, wrote a bunch of details about each of the little wizards, and mailed them to the Alien Ready-to-Wear store in Diagon Alley, plus a thousand Galleons.

"Hmph~" The little witch snorted lightly, and then her eyes flashed with joy, but her face pretended to be calm and put away her white dress.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

But just when the eyes were fascinated, it was as if some warning mechanism had been triggered.

There was a hint of panic and fear on his face.

Then she immediately lowered her head, and the pumpkin porridge in front of her seemed to have an infinite mystery, which made her fall into it.

As for Harry and Ron, their reactions were a little too flat.

These two products are not yet puberty

Especially Ron.

This thing still thinks of Hermione as a buddy in his heart.

Otherwise, there will be no world famous paintings in the third grade, no.

But since it was sent by Owen, they didn't dare to say anything.

When the Triwizard Tournament is actually held next year, they will know that the old father's love has been heavy from the beginning.

As for Justin.

The look on his face was full of frustration at first, but when he heard Owen say that such a dress would cost tens of hundreds of Galleons a piece, he immediately smiled.

Perhaps it was Owen's sin, this pure young man seemed to have been corrupted by him, and his mind fell into the eyes of money.

But it's also a blessing in misfortune.

He didn't fall into the pit of dark magic.

"Look here." Harry, who was not fussy about his clothes, quickly returned his mind to the Daily Prophet.

He pointed to a photo at the end of the bright picture and said solemnly, "I knew this would happen, Dumbledore had already thought of it. ”

After Owen's tutelage, Harry has realized that for news, what really matters is the last page, and you have to read the newspaper backwards.

The British tradition belonged to is.

As a result, when he just turned the last page, the dense words made people's eyes hurt. And when he finally came to his senses, he had a photo that was only half the size of a palm. Straight to Harry's attention.

The photograph shows a dead wizard and a dilapidated house.

"A Newcastle Highlander was attacked by Death Eaters, and the wizard Joseph was killed instantly. The Ministry of Magic claims to have sent additional personnel to patrol the area and apprehend criminals. But an insider broke the news that it was his neighbor Neusamban who really killed Mr. Joseph, and they had a verbal altercation, after which a duel broke out in the courtyard, and Neusamban killed Mr. Joseph using a killing curse and disguised the scene. ”

Hermione snatched the newspaper from Harry's hand and read through it.

"Oh my God! How could anyone use a killing curse in a duel? Hearing this, Hannah looked frightened, then turned to look at Owen, inexplicably calmed down again.

Uh-yes - someone duels and uses a killing curse.

"Owen, what do you think the truth will be?" Hermione put down the newspaper and looked at him worriedly.

"The truth?" Owen scoffed at this.

"Does the truth matter at this time?" He said.

"The public will only believe what they believe. Do you think it's the Death Eaters who are far away that make them jealous? Or is it the gentleman next door named Northumban who makes them more jealous? ”

"Look, the chaos has just begun!"

Harry, they left the auditorium worriedly with their gifts.

The confusion on the face symbolizes the same confused people in the moment.

Yes, the chaos began.

Faster than anyone else wants to believe.

It's yang, yesterday I had a high fever of 40 degrees at night.

My mind is full of dreams of puppies winning the S13 championship with a dozen or five.

Lost~ It finally cooled down this morning, no more than 39 degrees 5.

The whole body hurts, the head is like paste, fortunately there is a manuscript, otherwise I really don't know what to do.

(End of chapter)