Harry and Ron played with their pocket watches, dismissing Owen's money-making plans.

This guy has nothing but Jin Galleon in his head.

The Twins and Hermione on the side were also very interested in the pocket watch, they had never seen such a magical magic prop.

There was a lot of noise, and the tent was suddenly lifted.

It was Percy who walked in.

Came back with Ginny.

Bill then appeared at the door, waved to his Egyptian friend, and walked in with Charlie.

Finally, there is Sirius.

He had an ugly face, and Owen guessed that he was by Lucius Malfoy.

"What's wrong? Where's the old Deng?" Owen asked unceremoniously.

"Old Deng?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that he was talking about Dumbledore.

Then he gave Owen a blank look and said, "Discuss something with the principals of those magic schools."

"I haven't finished talking about it yet!" Owen feigned surprise and said, "I thought he had taken care of everything when we went to Beauxbatons last summer!"

"You know?" Sirius walked briskly, it was as usual, he wasn't surprised, in fact, he wouldn't be surprised by anything that happened to Owen.

What's more, the Triwizard Tournament is not a secret matter, but the professors tacitly keep it a secret from the little wizard.

If Owen could get some information from there, he had no doubt about it.

"It's not as simple as you think, even if it's Dumbledore himself to negotiate."

In the living room, Ron and Harry were playing with their pocket watches.

Although the two of them had little attainment in the ancient runes, Hermione would!

The little witch soon discovers a trick to control the pocket watch.

The projection-shaped stadium was big and small in her hands, and there were cheers from time to time, which was very magical.

Naturally, this attracted Sirius, who took off his dark brown robe and sat down with curiosity in his striking gray eyes.

The robe hung itself on a hanger like a ghost.

"Last year, it was just a superficial talk to probe the tone, after all, it has been suspended for so many years." He stared intently at the virtual stadium in Hermione's hand and continued, "I heard that Dumbledore wanted to add something new to it this time. It's going to be a lot harder!"

"Something new? What other tricks can I do?" Owen poured a sip of happy water and distributed the rest to the people next to him.

Only Hermione and Harry took its happy water and gulped it down.

Ron and the Twins didn't like the smell, they said, it was kind of like a potion.

"I just wish there wasn't an age limit—"

"Forget it." Sirius looked sideways at him, "Dumbledore will never allow you to participate. Die of this heart!"

"Why?" He jumped up from the couch, "Am I not his student? Am I not strong enough? I'm guaranteed to win, okay?"

"That's why you're not allowed to participate!"

"What are you talking about?" The other young wizards on the lookers listened to Owen and Sirius' conversation a little dazed.

Charlie and Bill did know more.

But—just like they couldn't tell the young wizard what the sorting ceremony was, as a tradition in the wizarding world, they decided to save the surprise until the beginning of the school year.

"We'll find out when you start school." Owen said impatiently, then immediately turned to look at Sirius, "I protest! There are so many bonuses, why should you give them to others for nothing?"

「.」

Sirius had a black line, and he just thought that this guy was thinking about Hogwarts wholeheartedly, in order to keep the champion at Hogwarts, and as a result- "So you're in it for that little gold Galleon!"

"That?"

Owen gritted his teeth, hated the rich, and stared at this rich boy who had been rich for an unknown number of generations, "A rich brother like you who has never bothered for money and has never experienced the life of ordinary people understands the suffering of us civilian wizards."

He really didn't slander Sirius - when he was in the Black family, it goes without saying, the eldest son of the Black heir family, the wealth at his disposal was no small.

Even if he broke away from the Black family, would there still be James, who was also a rich brother?

The Potters are also a large family that has been rich for several generations.

Besides, he also had an uncle from Blake, who was also detached, and his support for Sirius was real money!

So, this guy has never been poor.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Owen pointed at Hermione angrily, "Look at her!

Look at our poor Miss Granger. She wants one steel hammer to be two flowers!"

"I've never bought any cosmetics in the three years I've been in school, and the only time I've used a quick-smoothing hair lotion is George and Fred White Prostitute Jokowi's joke shop.

Oh - to illustrate here, the Quick Smoothing Hair Potion is a hair care potion invented by Freemont Potter, Harry's ancestor, and the production line has always been in the Ming Kingdom because the raw material requires Asian dragon hair."

"Huh?" Harry looked up and looked at Owen for some reason.

Is the quick-smoothing hair toner their family's invention?

Is Fremont Potter his ancestor?

Owen ignored him, instead continuing to point at Hermione and make a fuss, "Look at her - look at her - still wearing that ugly pink sweatshirt and jeans, it's been a year.

It's been a year!!

I don't think she can wear it for another year if she can't wear it next year!

How pathetic that is.

I—"

Finally Owen was speechless.

Because Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, rushed over in annoyance, took a pillow in her hand, threw him down, and then covered his head with the pillow, physically blocking his mouth!

"Die! (╯≈ap; gt; д≈ap; lt; )╯˙˙」

The tent was filled with laughter.

Vaguely, people could still hear muttering voices from under their pillows, including but not limited to, "Gryffindor is killing - Granger is going to smash the dark wizard, etc."

In short, in this tent where there is no shortage of laughter.

Everyone seems to be back at Hogwarts.

Everywhere the same - there is no shortage of laughter.

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Sleepless nights.

The effect of the pick-me-up ended around midnight, and Harry couldn't hold it anymore.

They each returned to their rooms.

Early morning.

By the time Owen got out of bed, the smell of food had wafted into his room.

Nothing happened at night.

There was no riot by Barty Crouch Jr., no surprise Death Eater attacks, and no strange creatures of darkness.

In the presence of some of today's greatest wizards, the principals of various schools of magic, Voldemort would not be stupid enough to come to his death even if he was resurrected.

This made Owen a little regretful.

A great fun is gone.

"Good day!"

He walked out of the room and met Hermione at the corner of the stairs with Ginny.

The two girls chattered about something, and from time to time some very rippling laughter came out

"What evil dark wizard plan are you planning?" He walked past Hermione, his eyes unintentionally passing over her.

Yes?

Got a change of clothes?

Miss Granger was finally willing to take off her pink sweatshirt - she had changed into a black and blue dress today.

Very beautiful skirt

。

It has a white, blue and black pattern like a wave, and the arms and neck are hollowed out, and you can faintly see the white skin looming behind it.

As for the rest of the place, it is tightly covered - bad reviews!

The skirt covered just below the knees, and the hem was covered with silver filigree openwork rose petals.

Tsk, a skirt maliciously elongated with magic - bad review!

This skirt should be up to the thighs, and a pair of long, moist and well-proportioned legs*** are outside the skirt!

On his feet are a pair of black socks and dark brown leather boots.

How to say it - much more than yesterday's classic gear.

The skirt adds a touch of mystery to her, and the fitted design at the waist also outlines her gradually growing figure.

It's a pity that she didn't wear makeup, and her hair was too fluffy, high as if it was fried, although Owen could see that she had tried very hard to use some detanglers to press her hair down, but how could the proud dull hair be defeated by a little softener!

Still proudly independent - well, she didn't use genuine Porter brand fabric softeners, presumably Muggle products

"The plan? Heh—I think the mountain behind me is very suitable for burying people, and I was about to recommend you to check it out." Owen's words sent a fire to Miss Granger's heart.

"Bury someone?" Owen raised an eyebrow, "I suggest the valley floor to the north, where the soil is loose and suitable for excavation!"

"Don't you think the scenery on the mountains is better?" Hermione stared at him as if she had been shot, "I think you're going to love that."

"No, no, no—lying high is easy to be struck by lightning. It's better to be low-lying."

"Low-lying areas are also prone to flooding." Hermione bit her lip and said unadmittedly.

"I said." Owen stopped at the top of the stairs, one foot already on the downward stairs, and suddenly looked back, "Miss Granger—you had insomnia last night?" So grumpy this morning?"

"Why don't you try my powerful sleep aid, it's very useful, Justin said yes when he used it!"

"Powerful sleep aids?" Ron woke up at this time, his sleepy eyes were fluffy and rubbing his face, and under his messy hair were a pair of eyes with serious dark circles.

It seems that he must have been too excited last night and didn't sleep well at night.

"Does it work?"

"It works! Dude gives you a stuffy stick! Make sure you get baby-like sleep!"

He turned and walked down the stairs.

I didn't see Ginny's resentful eyes.

She had spent half an hour with Hermione picking out clothes—and now it seemed like a wasted effort!

The dress, in particular, had been bought by Dobby in the morning when she had gone to London—a new summer look from a Muggle magazine she had found in the kitchen in the morning.

It's a pity - her preparation, in exchange for such a result

Miss Granger's eyes were slightly misty, and something seemed to flicker, perhaps tears.

She clenched the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, imagining that she must be looking like a fool now.

No - she's just a fool.

The little witch endured with her head down—to keep what she was looking at from falling, for that would make her feel disgusted and resentful of her incompetence.

Just then, that nasty voice rang out again.

"Oh! That's right." Owen, who was walking down the stairs, suddenly turned around, "The new clothes are beautiful, they fit you well."

He winked at Miss Granger.

Then he glared at Ginny with resentment at him.

Aren't these two fools wondering why there is a Muggle magazine in a wizard's tent?

Why is Dobby here in the tent this morning?

Why does he have pounds?

Why did that Muggle shop open so early?

Why is there exactly the right size in the store?

If you look closely at that magazine, is it possible that it was published in July

！ And there's a lot of French?

Hey—you have to move your little head often.

Don't rust!

Owen smashed his mouth and turned his head to continue walking down the stairs.

Don't get me wrong!

It was just something he saw by accident on his trip to Europe, so he had to bring some gifts to those little wizards!

This is a tradition of wizards.

When you go to a place, you always have to bring a gift for a friend, such as Ron, who gave him a year-on-year scale model of the pyramids of Egypt.

As for - you have to ask why no gifts were prepared for the others this time

That buddy advises you not to meddle!

I'm going to beat you up!

Owen didn't see the change in Miss Granger's eyes.

He had already arrived in the kitchen, staring at Mrs. Weasley and Dobby and Kreacher waiting for the meal to begin.

Dude is so hungry!

Moyo was a little more time later, and everyone else woke up.

After everyone washed up, they began to gather in the kitchen for breakfast.

Laughing.

After breakfast, the little wizards did not go home.

Instead, they stayed here.

In the absence of the Death Eater invasion, the vicinity of the stadium where 100,000 wizards gathered would have long since turned into a grand bazaar.

Many wizards from other countries are preparing to travel to London for a few days.

And for the rest, they are enjoying the summer.

Charlie led the little wizards to play happily here for several days before regrouping and returning to Romania.

And the other little wizards also found the legendary portkey on the surrounding hillside - an old tire.

Relying on it, they returned to the Weasel Mountain.

It was on a small hill near the Burrow, behind the village of Ottery-St. Kachpol.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination, and in the twilight of dawn, they walked through the village of Autrie-St. Cachpol and along the wet path towards the Burrow.

This was Owen's first trip to the Burrow.

Because of the well-known things of the week, he had never been here.

There were still two weeks left in the summer vacation, and at the kind invitation of Mr. Arthur and Ron, he did not refuse, and it was a tour of the Holy Land.

Anyway, he really wanted to see what the dwelling looked like!

Of course, he wouldn't say that it's actually boring for him to live alone, to the point of instilling core values in Dobby's frenzy.

Otherwise, how could his worldview change so quickly!

This is all Owen's painstaking teaching!

As he spoke, a group of people came to the door of the dwelling.

The Burrow may have been a large stone pigsty, but some crooked rooms were added here and there.

The main building is several storeys high, with four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house. The whole building is built by magic.

Such a house looks as if it is about to collapse at any moment, but it stands here very steadily, guarding this home.

The house has several floors, and although the space is narrow, it is comfortable.

There are a lot of goblins in the garden, and like other wizards, there are all kinds of magical equipment and clothes here.

Walk through the garden outside the house, as well as a small pond, and you will come to the main entrance.

"Not bad! It's a little tattered, though." Ron walked over to Owen and Hermione, his eyes looking at his home, "But it's a home!"

"Hmm—it looks like it has a unique vitality!" Owen said flatly.

Isn't that unique?

The Burrow is like an illegal building built casually by the river.

It hasn't collapsed yet, but it doesn't have tenacious vitality!

Walk into the first floor.

It was so cramped that there was nowhere to go except for the crowd sitting around the long patchwork tables, and George and Fred had to stand up the stairs

to fit everyone.

In the kitchen, there are all kinds of furniture and reproduction utensils, cabinets, and not a single place on the wall is wasted.

And the table, with its elaborate flowers on it.

The kitchen has two windows facing the garden outside, which is full of flowers.

On the wall between the two windows is a large photograph of the Wesleys.

Ron's grandfather, Mr. Septimus, and his grandmother, Ms. Cedreira Black, are also on it.

And on the wall next to it hangs the famous wall clock.

Each arrow of the wall clock represents a family member, and Melda looked at it deliberately, there was no Bill and Charlie on it, it should be that neither of them was in the UK, and the hands of all the rest were pointing to the location of 'home'.

For Owen, it's bloated but clean. The air is filled with the warm smell of sunshine.

The pendants that are placed in the room, each object has a story behind it.

And that's not something Owen would have.

His home was just a temporary place to live—if it weren't for the brief memories he carried with the past, Owen wouldn't even live in it.

"We still have a lot to do in the last few days of summer vacation!" Ron happily said, "We can catch goblins in the woods, and we can catch water snakes in the lakes, oh! Harry, do you have your broomstick with you?"

"Of course!" Harry patted the package around his waist and smiled happily, the one Sirius had given him with a wireless stretching spell, and he had packed all his things, clothes, and school supplies in it, wrapping his broomstick.

"We can fly to the back mountains."

As they spoke, Mrs. Weasley appeared behind them, her eyes showing a deep maternal love.

"Alright, little ones, wash your hands, we're ready for breakfast."

She pushed the little wizards to the pool like ducks, and refused to give up until she saw them wash their hands one by one.

However, because the kitchen was too small, Mr. Arthur had no choice but to take out his wand and move the table to the garden.

Today is a little laid-back and sneaking around the small yards for a while.

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