"I didn't expect you, who are not afraid of heaven and earth, to be so embarrassed by a beautiful girl." Sirius tilted his head, a slight prodigal smile on the corner of his mouth.

The bohemian temperament came to his face, thinking that when he was young, this was also the master of a hundred flowers and leaves.

Of course, it's more likely that the dog godfather may be bent.

Owen secretly poked and coked at the association.

"Girls are too troublesome. It's still simple and rough from men. As he spoke, Owen stared at Sirius with a wink, "Don't you want to find a godmother for Harry Potter?" Or rather."

His gaze was filled with deep meaning, "Understood! Got it! ”

"I won't laugh at you, Godfather the Dog, this is the wizarding world after all, everyone can combine with magical beasts, what is the same gender. Come on, don't have any worries, I support you spiritually! ”

As he spoke, he spread his legs and walked quickly across the covered bridge, fearing that he would be beaten, and disappeared in front of the castle gate under the big clock.

"This little bunny."

Sirius cursed angrily, but Professor Lupin laughed on the side, and suddenly he had the illusion of going back to the carefree days of Hogwarts when he was younger.

A few days later, rumors began to circulate about Hogwarts' whereabouts of the Godfather the Dog.

Owen, who was the initiator, touched his non-existent conscience, and said to Harry, who found out that the rumors came from him: "I'm just for his good, let's see how few people in the Black family are, besides, he's in his thirties, half of them are in the ground." Do you want your dog godfather to die alone? ”

Harry, who was fooled by him for a while, opened his mind, patted Owen on the shoulder, said words of thanks, and then ran away happily.

Looking at Harry's distant figure, Owen's heart suddenly bred a sense of guilt, this kid, how can he get better and better!

You can't be stupid!

Of course, the conscience of the demon king is indescribable, and if he says that there is, he will have it, and if he says that he does not, he will not have it.

Turning his head, he began to look forward to the exciting drama of his godson persuading the godfather to marry.

Spring returns to the earth in April.

The beating willow took down a silver suit and pulled out the shoots again.

Everything in the castle seems to come to life.

Quidditch matches are becoming more and more frequent.

It's about catching up on the schedule that was pulled down in the previous two months.

Harry had to take some time off every day to train for flying.

Although the Weasley twins thought Harry was invincible with his firebolts, Wood gave him a lot of training targets.

Time passes day by day.

Until mid-April.

Hermione, who had disappeared for a long time, finally returned to her loyal Gryffindor.

"She looks terrible." In the auditorium, Ron said nervously.

"She herself said that in the past few days, her heart has been beating a little fast, her chest is tight and her breath is short, her head is dizzy, and she will be dizzy when she stands up or squats."

"She said she didn't want to eat, she just wanted to take a break. But her hungry cheeks were sunken. ”

“？？？” Owen, who was touching the bread with applesauce in his mouth, with dark circles under his eyes and a tired face written on his face, said in astonishment: "She can't be going to be ga, is she?"

"Where's she?"

"Where's the lounge!" Ron replied.

There was no one at the long table around.

Because this is not the time to eat, it is already past nine o'clock in the evening.

No one will come to the auditorium to eat at this time. Apart from. Outside the seventh grade, who was still staying up late to study on their own, the auditorium became their second library.

"Then why don't you send her to the school infirmary!" Owen jerked to his feet, um- his head was slightly dizzy.

Okay - he's a bit hard at staying up late, too.

Ron looked nervously at him shaking, his eyes full of sympathy, and look at what Hogwarts had forced these good students to be.

Uh-huh – it's good that he's not a good student.

Rushing from the Great Hall to the Gryffindor Tower, I don't know how the wizarding world treats sudden death

However, if the heart stops beating, except for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, there is no magic potion in the wizarding world that can bring people back to life after a long delay.

On the spiral staircase, Owen suddenly remembered if Granger hadn't paid it back since he had borrowed his time turner the last time?

Lose~

Because he didn't need it himself, he didn't pay much attention to it, and Dumbledore's academic requirements for him were getting higher and higher during this time.

Why is his alchemy job fundamentally different from Percy's, the difficulty has increased by at least two or three notches.

Under Percy's sympathetic gaze (who was finally relieved, and the student council president wasn't so easy to be), he finally stayed up late as well.

Recently, in order to observe Professor Sprout's new variety of cabbage and accumulate experimental data, he has not slept well for several days.

It's all about refreshment.

Uh-huh – a pick-me-up! Hogwarts' best potions.

So he had forgotten about the time converter.

That is, although Hermione disappeared for more than half a month, only God knows how long she actually spent it.

"Playboy Brother~"

Walking into the Gryffindor Tower, Ron opened his mouth to read the command.

Then, in the midst of the fat lady's aunt smile and Owen's bewildered face, the two burrowed into the holes in the wall.

Depend on! Is it insinuating buddy, is it insinuating buddy?

What did I do, Owen shouted innocent, he has been busy lately and wants to grow more heads, besides-grandpa said well, the so-called love is just the chemical reaction of animal reproduction. It's dizzy at first, then it slowly fades, leaving you with only a failed marriage. Don't repeat the mistakes of the past, sublimate yourself and focus on science – magic.

And

Puppy love is not good.

Early love hurts

As soon as he walked into the Gryffindor common room, Owen heard Angelina's voice.

"Oh my God, Hermione, what are you going to do?"

She was a Gryffindor batsman and captain of the Gryffindor team after Wood's graduation, two levels older than Harry.

"Don't, wait. Don't do that. ”

"Forget it all" is a silver spell that slashed through the air, and then in the shocked eyes of everyone, it hit Lavender directly.

With a 'bang', the little girl flew upside down, her body bowed into the armchair.

Her head flicked, her clear eyes seemed to be covered by something, and then slowly withdrew, along with something inside herself, and disappeared along with something.

"Merlin's beard!"

Ron's eyes widened in shock as he watched the scene in the Gryffindor common room.

At this time, the fire in the fireplace has not been extinguished.

The sky was full of parchment like snowflakes scattered across the sky and the ground.

The fire spewed sparks, igniting the flammable paper.

A little spark, and an invisible sense of oppression burst out from the swaying person.

Hermione held her wand.

There was anger in his tired eyes.

Her gaze slowly drooped, and her face became even more ugly at the sight of the many parchments lit in the fireplace.

The small characters on Xiujuan are obviously her hard work.

Then, in a vicious, low, threatening tone, Hermione said to everyone, "If anyone dares to bother me." ”

"I'll turn her into a beetle, put her in a jar, and bury her in the deepest bunker at Hogwarts!"

In the firelight, her bloodshot eyes were extremely terrifying, and all the little wizards involuntarily looked away the moment they looked at her.

To be fair, few of them could beat Hermione.

Maybe it's because the College War has been suspended this year.

So they had a little bit of a delusion that Miss Granger was some kind of talkative lady.

And when there was a momentary sense of horror in everyone's hearts, only one person slowly raised his thumb, "Wow~~~ cool!! ”

Hermione happened to be looking at him as he spoke.

Owen dared to guarantee that the moment the little aunt looked at him, what he was thinking about in his head must be whether it was better to eat people braised or steamed, or fried.

Because the fiery light in her eyes could have ignited him.

"Amount"

"Although I know I'm very handsome, please don't stare at me like this, after all, you can't monopolize my beauty."

The words of some narcissist made Hermione's cheeks twitch slightly.

Didn't wait for her disgusting regurgitation to vomit out.

It felt as if something had hit her head.

Suddenly, it seemed that the sky was spinning, and then, in full view of everyone, fell without warning.

'Boom'.

As she fell and buried herself in the pile of parchment beneath her feet, a spell struck her with unmistakable precision.

Spin even as she floated.

And there were no injuries from falls.

"What are you still talking about?" Owen ran over with a frown.

He reached out and felt the pulse on Hermione's neck.

Well! Still jumping, not sudden death

Then he turned to Angelina, "Inform Professor McGonagall!" He said.

"See you in the school nursery!"

Then he waved his wand, and Hermione floated slowly, then 'flew' out of the common room under his control.

"Hey! Irving. At this moment, in the crowd, Harry reacted.

He hurriedly ran over and said to Owen, "What about Lavender?" She- how is she? ”

"She?" Owen smiled indifferently, "It's just amnesia, what a big deal, wait for a while, clear the spell that affects her brain, or it won't be long before it recovers." ”

"Amnesia? Why do you want to go over a while now."

"Because dude, I'm going to be clean for a while!" Owen replied, "By the way, collect all the parchment on the ground, as well as the ones in the fire, fix it, and she will be in a hurry when she wakes up." ”

"Amnesia!"

Just as Owen was stepping forward to leave.

Another voice came from Neville's mouth in the distance behind Harry.

His face was pale, as if he had been hit by some kind of blow, and his eyes widened.

The whole person was stunned in place.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry had noticed Neville's appearance, and he didn't know why Neville had reacted so much.

"Maybe it's going to wake up?"

"Awakening?" Harry wondered.

Owen, on the other hand, smiled but did not say a word, continued to hold his wand, fiddling with Hermione, and slowly floated out of the doorway.

Neville's memory is outrageously poor.

There's a reason for that.

His parents were known to have been so mad by the Death Eaters.

And that scene fell into the eyes of the young Neville.

His grandmother, Augusta, used the Oblivian Charm to erase Neville's memories in order to keep him from being affected by the images of his parents being tortured by Death Eaters.

This severely damaged his memory as a child, so much so that Neville's memory was surprisingly poor. But when he retrieves that memory, the situation will improve.

In fact, most of the Wizarding Worlds' sudden memory loss is due to the Oblivion Charm.

I don't know if Lavender, who has woken up, will also become lost.

He used his magic to get Hermione into the school infirmary.

Although it was late at night, Madam Pomfrey hadn't gotten off work yet.

She was busy in front of a hospital bed, and when Owen entered, he saw the unlucky guy on the bed.

It's a certain fourth-year wizard in Ravenclaw.

He must have fallen under some kind of curse.

A thick black mane grew from his chest, like the mane of a lion's neck.

He was shaving with a knife in anguish.

Unfortunately, every time he shaved, those manes would grow back.

"Stop shaving!" Madam Pomfrey pulled out a bottle of potion from a nearby medical cabinet, and she smeared the black, sticky, fishy potion on his chest.

Then the mane on the wizard's chest turned from black to white like a weed sprayed with herbicide, and then fell off like a kite with a broken string.

"Oh! Merlin's beard, it's really useful! The little wizard screamed excitedly.

"Don't be too happy!"

Madam Pomfrey said in a deep voice.

And the truth is just as she said, the little wizard who was not happy for two seconds suddenly noticed how some hair fell from his sight.

He frantically raised his hand and stroked the top of his head.

The results are certainly obvious, and not just his hair.

All the hair on his eyebrows, eyelashes, and sweat was falling out.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed.

Wow - a bald head suddenly jumped out of the crowd.

Owen stood aside and watched quietly, he didn't mean to laugh.

He just wanted to wait for Madam Pomfrey to leave, and then sell the Weasley Twins' new work, the fast-acting hair growth potion, to the poor little fellow.

"Why are you here?"

At this moment, Madam Pomfrey finally noticed a pair of eyes standing in the aisle looking frantically at the bald Owen.

"Kite flying!" He said.

Then he pointed to the kite floating above him.

The silk threads of magic turned into a thread, pulling Hermione floating in the air.

For a while, in this dark night, it looked particularly weird.

Madam Pomfrey, who had been guided, finally spotted Hermione floating above Owen's head.

She frowned and said in a reproachful tone, "Put her down quickly, what are you doing here?" ”

"Okay!"

He waved his wand, and Hermione landed smoothly on a clean hospital bed.

"What's wrong with her?" Madam Pomfrey immediately walked over, holding her wand and began to examine Hermione's body.

"Sudden fainting from overwork. May be accompanied by drug overuse as well as anemia and mood loss of control. ”

“？” Madam Pomfrey glanced back at him. There was scrutiny in his eyes.

"Don't look at me! I didn't do anything! Owen spread his hands innocently, "Why do you all think the problem is me?" Depend on. I'm dead! ”

"Is it also a sin to be excellent?"

"You're excellent." Madam Pomfrey didn't deny it, and she turned around and fumbled around through her medicine cabinet, then found a lilac potion from the jars.

"Lift her up." She said to Owen.

"Oh!" Owen answered, then stepped forward and helped Hermione to her feet.

"I just don't have any sense of responsibility at all." She continued.

He poured the potion into a small bowl, then took the spoon and fed it to Hermione in one gulp.

"You kids, none of them are worry-free. Especially since the Sirius returned, he was a troublemaker when he was younger, and now he is inciting a group of Gryffindor wizards to clash with the Slytherins. She didn't seem to like Sirius.

Of course, this is also obvious.

As a healer, she doesn't like anyone or anything that might cause harm to a young wizard, or encourage a young wizard to put him in danger.

Before, Pomfrey's most hated child was himself.

"But at the end of the day, these wounds are on the body." Her brown eyes shone with the wisdom of an elder, and then like an afternoon exchange between a gentle grandmother and her grandson, "but some of the wounds are from the bottom of my heart." ”

"The wounds on the body, and the potion treatment, but what about the wounds in the heart?"

"Don't rush to refute." She saw Owen's mouth, glared at him, and interrupted him, "I've been in the castle for over fifty years. ”

"I've seen a lot of men and women, between the little wizards."

"Back then, that red-haired Lily, it wasn't just James and James who thought of her as her sweetheart," she paused.

"Snape?" Owen continued.

"You know?" Madam Pomfrey's eyes flashed with surprise, but it quickly calmed down, and she continued to feed Hermione the potion.

"You're like that red-haired Lily, the heartthrob in the academy."

"Hah—your analogy, Harry Potter said—wonderful!"

"Don't tremble!"

"Good!"

"It's not a good thing, especially for you." Madam Pomfrey continued solemnly, "When you were in a coma on Christmas, I don't know how many little witches ran back and forth in the school infirmary, you don't know, it was because the girl named Hannah kept them out. ”

"Uh" Owen was a little embarrassed in an instant.

Gotta- he really didn't know.

He didn't even know he had been in the school infirmary.

He woke up in the principal's office.

Now that I think about it, after I fainted, I should have appeared in the school infirmary first, and then appeared elsewhere after Madam Pomfrey had examined it.

"Girls, you're more fragile than you think," she said. "Don't take it for granted that they should give."

Madam Pomfrey looked at Owen with no reproach.

After all, all the big logarithms in this world are equal, but love is not, and the oil-haired professor can be described as a benchmark figure in this regard.

It may be that Madam Pomfrey has been a little annoyed by Lavender's love potion recently, which is why she has told herself so much.

At least that's what Owen guessed.

Otherwise, she would never have said so much to herself, who she thought was the number one troublemaker.

Thank you for the reward of Yilan Peng Yuyan, thank you!

(End of chapter)