The breakfast was very hearty and everyone had a great time.

While eating, a few owls flew in the distance.

It's Ron's Juvey-Joan and Harry's Hedwig.

Owen doesn't have an owl - because no one will send him a letter (before going to school), and he won't send letters to anyone else (before going to school).

At school, his letters were generally sent by the public owls of the owl shack.

And outside the school, there is also an owl post office.

After the second grade, Dobby delivered the letter for him.

Hmm - maybe he can get Bakar to send a letter?

Miss Granger doesn't have an owl either, not yet, and she still had the idea of raising a magical beast last semester, but unfortunately after the outbreak of the Hogsmeade War on Christmas, the school started a crazy involution, and she didn't have time at all.

The feeding plan can only be postponed repeatedly.

Anyway, Miss Granger also came to the Burrow.

But they had already agreed with Ginny.

Owen himself was half-baked.

"Roar! The headlines on the front page for a week in a row, Miss Granger are majestic!"

Owen flipped through the Daily Prophet sent by Hedwig.

The front page is eye-catching.

A photo of Hermione holding up the lava behemoth on one side and Godric Gryffindor's statue on the other.

Two different images make up a single photograph with obvious implications.

And the title of the layout is very bold - "The Greatest Witch? Dumbledore's successor, the heir of Gryffindor!! 》

As for its content, it is very Rita Skeeter's style.

Looking at the list of authors, sure enough, Rita Skeeter's name is written.

Full of fiction and nonsense.

She created a story that Hermione's Muggle parents were not actually her biological parents, but that she was the descendant of a lost pure-blood family that was related to Gryffindor.

It was only because of the dark and turbulent years, during the First Wizarding War, that the family was in turmoil, and that they were outcast, picked up by two stupid Muggles, and raised.

Not to mention how much water there is in this false story, in terms of the results alone, those European wizards, even African wizards, and American wizards are very convinced, and the "Daily Prophet" has been selling crazy lately!

Exported to all over the world.

For example, the "New York Ghost" in the United States and the "Gargoyle's Roar" in France.

Both The Wizard's Voice and Transfiguration Today reprinted the Daily Prophet's report.

On the one hand, this is due to Rita Skeeter's deep braggadocio skills, but on the other hand, it is also the work of the concept of blood.

They didn't believe that a Muggle-born wizard could do that!

"I feel like if the rumors spread any longer, your parents will be questioned by the Ministry of Magic." Owen tilted his head and said jokingly, "They probably really think you picked it up. Even—suspect that your parents stole the wizard's child!"

"Hehe-" Hermione sneered, then snatched the newspaper from his hand and burned it clean.

"Don't pay attention to the false news in the newspapers." Mrs. Weasley walked over with dignified Honey Pumpkin Juice, "They just don't believe we Hermione can do this."

She patted Hermione on the shoulder.

Leave her with the kindest smile.

In fact, Hermione was no longer angry.

Really—she waved her hand and cast a spell without a wand, causing the remains of the newspaper to blow away in a puff of wind.

She's seen a lot of all kinds of slander against her in the wizarding world these days.

All kinds of small compositions, as if you know a few ABCDs, can participate in this feast.

There is a kind of vigorous situation in which everything is competing

"Don't be angry, this Rita Skeeter is an old liar." Ron put down the spoon in his hand, "She's not missing a lot

There are reports slandering the Ministry of Magic, and some black material about famous wizards, which she is good at writing about, and she doesn't know the news she brought."

On the side, Owen held the teacup and shook the honey peak water inside, as if tasting red wine, "But if you want me to say, since the rumors can't be stopped, you might as well acquiesce."

"This will be useful to you later."

"So I'm going to send my parents to the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione looked at him with displeasure.

Her supple hair was pressed against the sides of her cheeks, and the faint eyeshadow in the painting revealed doubt.

"So it's silence rather than acknowledgment." Owen smiled faintly, "As we all know, our dear Tom has gathered a large number of people under the banner of Salazar Slytherin.

Now that you have this opportunity, why don't you take it?"

"And isn't it really possible that you're a descendant of Gryffindor?" Owen looked her in the eye, "Like I said before, the offspring of pure-blood wizards will also appear Squibs, what about the offspring of Squibs? They were already too far away from the wizarding world to be almost Muggle-like, so what about their offspring?

Back in the day, maybe the five million Muggles in London have more or less wizarding blood in their bodies, maybe that's what you are, who knows?"

"What if you're still a descendant of King Arthur?" Owen glanced at the small handful of still standing hairs on top of Hermione's head, "At least that's a pretty obvious feature!"

Feel Owen's gaze linger above his head.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, and quickly reached out to cover the silly hair on the top of her head.

I hate to die of that strand of hair.

No matter how much she tried to do it, her hair couldn't be smoothed.

"Alright, children, don't discuss such a profound issue at the dinner table." Mrs. Weasley interjected.

She glared at Owen because he had just mentioned the mystery man.

"Oh! This year's book list and class schedule have been delivered!" Harry changed the subject.

He took a letter from the piggy (Ron's owl), and when he opened it, the Hogwarts crest clearly visible on the fire fold proved that it was sent from the school, and more likely from Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor McGonagall knows we're in this together."

Harry opened the letter, and on the first page were clearly written the words received by Mr. Sanchez, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger.

"The new semester begins on August 25, and Year 4 students are required to prepare the following textbooks: "Standard Spells Level 4", "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Magical Potions and Potions", "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms", "History of Magic", "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Piercing the Fog and Looking to the Future", "Runi Dictionary"

Note: George and Fred are required to prepare two alchemy textbooks, "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" and "Ancient Alchemy Revealed: Alchemy Principles" (henceforth only Alchemy Principles)."

"Wow! George, you and Fred applied for the alchemy course?" Harry looked at the twins in surprise, as we all know, the two were never reading fodder.

Their results weren't even as good as Ron's.

Why did he have the idea of learning one more course now, but he knew that alchemy was difficult, and even Owen and Hermione had a headache every day.

They—can they?

"George and I thought this course would be very helpful for our inventions!" George took the note from Harry's hand.

"That's right, the prank prop still limits our genius ideas after all!"

"That's right, George."

"We're going to take this course in the dark!" Fred said with a frown on his face.

Looking at the incomprehensible appearance of the two brothers, Owen cast a sympathetic little expression, these two silly boys didn't know that they had stepped into the abyss of no return.

"It's time to go Diagon Alley." The two got up and said hurriedly.

Seems to be very passionate about this new course.

"I haven't heard much of these two alchemy textbooks. It could be a very precious magic book."

"I guess it's worth a lot."

"Tsk!" The corners of Owen's mouth let out a teasing joke, and he raised his head with a smile and reminded kindly, "Do you want to take a closer look?"

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Hearing this, the twins looked down at the book list in their hands again.

Generally, the books given by the school will come with the author.

In order to prevent the little wizard from buying other books with the same name - although you can never go wrong if you go to the Blotted bookstore, the author will still be marked on the book list.

So as George and Fred's eyes widened, they looked at Owen incredulously, and Hermione, who was silently pulling her hair to reveal her side face.

There was a meaningless cry of wow, wow, wow.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Weasley angrily walked over.

These two children showed no education at all, which is really a shame.

Is it because textbooks are too expensive?

Thinking of this, her heart tightened slightly, alchemy-this is a course that costs money, if it is too expensive

However, it is rare that these two naughty guys will be interested in learning.

Mrs. Weasley, who had thought for a moment, took the list from the twins' hands.

No matter what the price is, she has to know first.

She'll find a way to scrape together enough for the Golden Galleons.

Then she saw a shocking line.

Deciphering Ancient Alchemy – by Nicolame and translated by Owen Sanchez.

Principles of Alchemy – by Owen Sanchez, compiled by Hermione Granger.

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By Owen Sanchez.

For the first time, whether it was George or Harry, Ron, or Mrs. Weasley, they suddenly realized that a book could be more lethal than all magic.

The hearts of several people seemed to have been hit hard.

She opened her mouth and babbled something she didn't understand.

After a breakfast session.

Nothing else, but Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm for Owen and Hermione skyrocketed.

Even more than Harry.

A few days later, Owen also found out from discussing with Hermione during the patch of "Ancient Alchemy Revealed".

Her "Principles of Alchemy" is only a few of his papers last semester after sorting out and refining, the whole book is less than a few dozen pages, what "Principles of Alchemy" don't know and think it is a textbook for advanced magic majors.

After turning a few pages, Owen realized that the whole book was an alchemy dictionary!

Full of explanations of terms, as well as teaching wizards how to make experiments and write experiment reports.

There is hardly any dry goods, a purely novice class reference book.

That's it- Hermione is still the same as him.

Because neither his "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" nor Nick's original manuscript has been explained in detail. They all default to the wizards who look at these things and have at least a certain alchemical foundation.

Only last year, when Owen gave Dumbledore the assignment, he was lazy in his paper—mainly to make up the word count, so he wrote a lot of explanations of terms.

"Damn Granger! It's my head!"

Do not say!

This year, Miss Granger is paying for all the Diagon Alley spending!!

Slaughter her severely!

The days that followed were a rare leisure time, and Owen continued to write textbooks for George and Fred every day.

"Ancient Alchemy Decoded" is only part of Nick's book, and like "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", these books have to be added every once in a while!

The rest of the time, he spent asking Hermione for money.

Miss Granger agreed to give him some of her manuscript fee.

However, the two did not agree on the exact amount.

Miss Granger wants this to be *** or seventy-three.

And Owen wants ———— points! Divide the mother! Dude didn't want to charge you interest, it's good, I want to draw my money, dream!

And then — they broke up.

As for the others—except Harry, who was freer.

The rest of the Weasley children were all obediently studious under the inexplicable gaze of Mrs. Weasley.

Ten hours a day

Presumably she was stimulated by Owen and Hermione.

Anyway, in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, the two of them were already the ultimate children of someone else's family.

In this way, the happy time always passes quickly, and in the blink of an eye it is the last day before the start of school.

In the evening, after dinner, the little wizard began to pack his things.

Ron carried a large pile of packages to Harry's camp bed, and tossed the money bag and a large bag of socks next to the packages.

Harry began to unpack the things that Mrs. Weasley had bought for him.

In addition to Miranda Goshak's Standard Spells, Level 4, there is a new quill and twelve rolls of parchment; And the stuff in his potion box that needed to be replenished——— his lionfish backbone meal and belladonna essence were running out.

It's too late to go to Diagon Alley to buy it.

It can only be purchased through the Owl Post Office Courier after the start of school.

But he guessed that Hagrid might have these things, or—Snape?

Let Hermione steal again?

"What is this?"

Harry was about to put his socks in his cauldron,—— yes the crucible was perfect with the socks! Hum!

Then he heard Ron yelling in disgust from behind.

Turning his head, he saw something in Ron's hand, which to Harry looked like a purple velvet dress, with moldy ruffles at the neckline and matching lace on the cuffs.

"Gown robes." Sitting on the bed and watching the two of them clean up, Owen held a cup of fragrant honey grapefruit milk tea and said, "You will use it this semester."

Although he didn't understand why these two goods didn't use magic to organize things.

I heard that Harry is also researching the wandless spell, but I don't know how it will work!

As for his own - a gold Galleon, Dobby had already helped him with everything.

Even now his belongings were in the Hogwarts Hufflepuff common room by his window.

Even the beds were made

"Why do we need this thing?" Ron frowned, his nose leaning slightly, "Gasp - it smells like my grandma's footwrap."

"You've smelled your grandmother's footcloth?"

"Perverted!" Owen said with a look of disgust.

Ron blushed, "I'm a metaphor, a groomer!"

"Come on, you don't even know who Shakespeare is, stop insulting metaphors and embellishments, you fake Englishman!"

"I—" Ron felt like he was choking on his throat.

Harry, on the other hand, was sober and, fortunately, he knew who Shakespeare was.

"Hey! Wait—" Suddenly Ron's eyes rolled, "I remember if you gave me and Harry a dress in a Christmas present last year?"

"Hehe—I have a little conscience at last, my son—the old father's love for you is silent, and you will know how to thank me when you use it."

"you!" Ron yelled, but he reacted quickly.

Everyone has to bring a dress on their list.

That means that there will definitely be something that requires students to wear a dress.

It was clear that something big was going to happen in the new semester that everyone knew, and Owen knew about it but just wouldn't tell them.

Glancing at the stinky grandma's gown beside her.

The one Owen gave him was a lifesaver, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself at school.

Pack your things.

Several people fell asleep in their imagination of the new semester.

Early the next morning.

There was a dreary atmosphere of the end of the holiday in the Burrow.

They woke up in the pouring rain.

Get dressed.

After breakfast, Mr. Arthur had intended to send them.

Unfortunately, an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic summoned him.

Sirius, however, arrived at the Burrow early in the morning.

He hugged Harry in the pouring rain.

"Delayed a bit." He said.

Sirius seemed to be busy during the summer vacation, he had only been to the Burrow two or three times, each time in a hurry, and after eating with them, he left in a hurry.

And Harry they also found out that this year's list of professors.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's name has changed.

Replaced by the famous Dark Wizard Hunter, Mad-Eye Moody.

"Let's go, kids! It's getting late."

Sirius led them through the Floo network to Diagon Alley, and then to London via Diagon Alley.

On the way, he finally explained what he was doing all this time.

"Ancient ruins?" Owen looked at him when he heard the voice, "How do you find ancient ruins if you can't detect ancient magic?"

"There will always be some clues, like that cave, which has obviously been modified by magic, and the noseless one definitely discovered the mystery of that place and used it to hide his Horcruxes."

"I always find something to find if I look for some ancient ruins with strange magic. And—" Sirius's expression froze suddenly, and the smile on his face narrowed a little, "I have Regulus' necklace with me, and that magical item can sense ancient magic."

"Well—that's a way to do it." Owen nodded, although he didn't know how it worked, it was clear that it did have the ability to open the ruins.

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