So you're no longer a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" That's what Harry cared about, seeing Sirius every day at Hogwarts was the happiest house life he'd ever had.

If he could, he hoped that this life would continue forever.

Hearing this, Sirius touched his head, Harry's hair was inherited from his father, curly, a little fluffy, and the hair was very hard and a little prickly to the touch.

Unlike his mother, who has fiery red hair like a waterfall.

"Moody was badly wounded in the fight with the Death Eaters, he was already missing a leg and then an arm. But he still doesn't want to retire." Sirius's tone was filled with respect, the most basic respect for the wizard who had dedicated his life to upholding justice and fighting the cause of the Dark Wizards.

In the same way, they were all members of the Order of the Phoenix, colleagues back then.

"In the end, it was Dumbledore who persuaded him to accept the Defence Against the Dark Arts teaching."

"And I—I'm going to investigate the truth about Regulus' death."

Hearing this, Harry finally couldn't find any excuses, he could only sigh, and then nodded silently.

Walk out the door of the Broken Axe Bar.

On the streets of Westminster.

The little wizards squeezed into a Rolls-Royce sedan.

Seven people crammed into a car, which apparently caught the attention of the Muggles nearby, as this was not India.

They watched curiously, but unfortunately the dark window could not see anything inside.

"I didn't know you could drive!" Harry was pleasantly surprised.

"Of course—who do you think suggested Arthur's car? And Hagrid, who should give me back my bike." Sirius smiled faintly and stepped on the accelerator.

The next second, the car sped away, like a knight's bus.

The Muggles around them, as if they hadn't seen the strange car fast, and the moment the car started, each of them suddenly remembered something very important about themselves, and left the place in a hurry.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at King's Cross Station.

The rain was pouring heavily on them.

To prevent them from turning into chickens, Owen quietly cast a spell.

A faint mist attached to them, and the rain fell on them, like falling on a raincoat and sliding down naturally.

"You've done you a great favor, Owen." Several people were pleasantly surprised.

Harry, of course, they can do it too.

But they had to use a wand to do it.

Unlike Owen, who can cast spells without a wand.

Walking into the platform, there are already many people waiting between platforms 9 and 10.

However, everyone did not get together, but stayed around the platform in twos and threes.

Prevent too many people from gathering, Muggles will notice the anomaly.

Owen was surprised at first, this group of wizards finally learned to line up consciously!

But when he saw a few guys in black raincoats, standing in the crowd chattering.

A perceptive Owen realized that this was definitely an official of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Communications.

Gotcha - it seems that wizards will never learn to stand in line.

A few minutes later, it was finally their turn for the invisible team.

Walk through the platform nine and three-quarters.

The Hogwarts Express has stopped there.

A crimson steam locomotive is belching smoke.

Looking through the thick smoke, many of the Hogwarts students and parents on the platform looked like dark ghosts.

The little pig heard the calls of many owls in the smoke and squeaked in response, making more noise than ever.

Hedwig had never been very fond of the noisy owl.

It thinks that the guy didn't have as a pitcher at all

The professional ethics of the courier.

Yes, owls also have contempt chains.

It won't even stand on the same birdstand as the piglet.

Board the train.

The little wizards began to look for seats, and it was easy.

In Owen's kind and somewhat habitual gaze, a box with only one Slytherin in it quickly emptied.

"Slytherins are generous."

Owen, who had already walked into the box and sat comfortably inside, said jokingly.

「.」

Everyone felt helpless, they no longer had the strength to accuse Owen of his little tricks, and he wouldn't change it anyway.

The others landed, opening their windows and bidding farewell to Sirius on the platform.

"We'll see you soon!" Sirius shouted, winking at them.

Then, his voice was drowned out by the sound of the engine's pistons, and his figure disappeared into the puffs of steam.

The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so the lights had to be turned on even in broad daylight.

Rata la rattle, a small cart serving rice was pushed down the aisle, and Owen and Harry bought a lot of cakes and snacks.

The money Granger paid.

Since the little witch didn't plan to give him that money for nothing, Owen caught her and sucked her blood until he squeezed it all out!

Hmph——, no one—no one can snatch my gold gallons from me!

Hermione took Owen's entire expression in her eyes.

She sat right next to him.

In fact, the manuscript fee was not much at all.

The Principles of Alchemy wasn't a valuable book, and as a dictionary it was of little value, and Dumbledore only paid her eighty gold gallons for it

From May to the present.

The money — she donated to the 'Thirty Galleons for the Charitable Foundation for the Revival of Hogsmeade Village.'

I bought some precious books on alchemy and spent another twenty Galleons.

With the addition of the gold galleons she had saved, by the end of the World Cup, she only had forty-two gold galleons and six silver sike left in her pocket.

It's not that she doesn't want to give all the money to Owen.

It's just that

She needs to save some money to buy gifts.

————

In the afternoon, many people began to pretend to pass by in front of their cubicles for no apparent reason.

And every time they looked up, the little wizards would rush away.

Then there was a whisper behind the door.

"They're all your fans!" Harry laughed. Someone could finally feel what it was like for him to walk into the wizarding world.

At that time, everyone knew him, and everyone was very respectful to him.

This caused Harry to be distressed and confused, and it took him a long time to get his mind right.

As for Harry and Ron's excited appearances, Hermione was very calm.

She has been holding the book "Ancient Alchemy Revealed" and reading it carefully, ignoring what is going on outside the window, and only reading it. A book written by Owen!

There is nothing that happens on the unexpected side.

"Uh-huh-for the way of the general, you should first cure the heart. Tarzan collapsed in front of him and his color remained unchanged, and the elk flourished on the left without his eyes instant."

"Mushroom Liang, you have the appearance of the Minister of Magic!"

"Huh?" Hermione turned her head to look at him, and the string of Chinese just now made her very confused.

"I said - if you want to be a general, you have to cure a heart attack first, in the Alps, you don't run when the landslide happens, the elk appears to your left, you don't even look, it's a werewolf who reads."

"Huh?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, and then with a "bang", she closed the copy of "Alchemy Decryption".

"Hey! That's more than 400 pages, you dare to touch me!

Dare to touch me—

I'm lying on the ground!

If I don't get your bottoms out, I'll have your last name!"

"Follow my last name!" Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "It's not impossible, is it—Owen Granger."

It was raining heavily outside the window.

There was a rumbling thunder in the air.

Finally the train began to slow down slowly.

After changing into school uniforms, they got out of the car one after another.

In the pouring rain, the little wizards each held up their wands.

A little fluorescent weaving out a transparent umbrella, everyone laughed and whispered, as if their mood was not affected by the weather at all.

This made the eyes of the first-year freshmen look straight.

Oh, my God!

These seniors are so powerful!

"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry saw a huge figure on the other side of the platform and shouted.

"Oh! It's you!"

"First-year students are here!" Hagrid yelled in a gruff voice, "It's strange today, how can it rain so much!"

He grumbled.

But the sky didn't mean to let them go in the slightest.

Still spitting frantically.

"Owen!" Suddenly, Hagrid called out to Owen.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Owen, who was finding Hannah and Justin in the crowd, covered his forehead with his bag and turned his head to look.

"You take a boat into the castle." Hagrid said, "I think you were the student council president! It's raining too much today. You're in charge of the little wizards."

"Huh?" Owen just wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was indeed the president of the student union!

That's his job.

You can't give Professor McGonagall a blood pressure on the first day of school!

Hey—forget it!

Who made me so empathetic and considerate of others!

With that, he whispered a few words to Hannah Justin, then made his way through the crowd to the platform.

Watching Hagrid command a group of ignorant little ones, Owen suddenly had a different mood, like an old hen guarding her chicks.

Especially Hagrid's burly figure!

It's just so oppressive.

But – there seem to be a bit more new students this year than in previous years.

Maybe it's Owen's delusion, he always feels that this year is a lot more than last year.

"This way!"

Hagrid beckoned the young wizards to step off the platform and toward the dark, damp, cold path.

And the ignorant children looked at the seniors on the other side with envy on the other side, everyone was holding a magic wand and laughing, and watched them walk into the mainland and sit in the silver-white gorgeous carriage.

"Don't look at it." It was Owen's voice coming from.

"Don't you envy them?" His face drew a smile on the face of a female businessman.

And in response to him were the fiery eyes of dozens or even hundreds of young wizards.

"Want to learn magic quickly? Want to stay one step ahead of others? Do you want to embark on the path of a generation of magic masters?" Owen frantically painted the pie, and the smile on his face became more and more rippling.

"Sign up for my personal tuition class and get one-on-one guidance from the Hogwarts Student Council President to ensure that your spells are up to the next level! You can't learn without paying!

It's just past school now, and I'm doing a limited-time special, as long as—"

"Enough is Owen!"

Finally, they walked out of the path.

Came to the shore of the Black Lake.

Hagrid walked over angrily, "Don't sell those kids those evil black magic of yours!"

"Huh? You're slandering! When have I taught anyone else black magic? Look at Harry Ron, which of them knows the dark arts?"

"Then they don't need to pay for your classes! There are professors at Hogwarts who will teach them!" Hagrid was still indignant.

Their relationship is somewhat moderate

, but for some things he is not used to, he will still point them out positively.

"The professor's professors are too bland." He would have liked to say banal.

Hagrid ignored him.

He yelled, "No more than four people per boat!"

Turned around and boarded a boat alone.

The little wizards climbed into the boat cautiously and in a daze.

The rain was still falling, and a small boat sailed across the drumming lake towards the vague castle on the hill.

Everyone was silent, shivering around the group.

The icy rain poured down like a waterfall, and they were soaking wet.

Owen can guarantee that those little wizards whose faces are so cold that their faces are blue and their lips are trembling will definitely have a fever tonight.

He was in the same boat as two other little wizards.

Next to her was a little witch with pale blonde hair, but because of the rain, her hair stuck to her face, her eyes trembled, her mouth trembled, her hands covered her arms, and her body trembled.

Like the other little wizard on the ship, they were like fledglings in the rain at this time, and there was nothing else to do but cower.

"Be careful!" Heavy rain and strong winds.

Hagrid shouted.

He had just fished up a little wizard from the lake who had fallen into the water due to the wind and waves.

"Hey, what's your name!"

On the boat, Owen enlarged his magical transparent rain slightly, enough to cover the entire ship.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped, which surprised the little witch a little.

She looked up, just in time to meet Owen's eyes.

"Ola—Ola Quirk." The girl stammered. (Frozen!) ）

"What about you?" He had looked at the little wizard on the boat.

"Dennis Creevey. Senior!"

"Creevey? You're Colin's brother?" Owen gave him a careful look, huh! It does look a lot like Colin.

Crucially, Colin was a Muggle-born wizard.

His parents were both Muggles.

It was rare for him and his brother to be wizards, and it was unusual for a Muggle family to have a wizard, like Harry's mother, Lily was a wizard, and Penny didn't show any superhuman talents, such as magic.

The two children of the Creevey family are both wizards.

It's—maybe all his banter is true!

Do the five million Muggles in London really have wizarding blood in their bodies?

The ancestor of this little guy of the Creevey family in front of him is the squib of which pure-blood family?

"You know my brother!" Creevey said stiffly, a little more smile on his pale face.

"Colin! Harry Potter's royal videographer, who doesn't know. You'll know when you're at Hogwarts, he's still famous!"

Not really!

Colin's name appeared several times in the Daily Prophet because they published photographs taken by him.

With that, he turned to look at the little witch named Ola.

"It is a tradition for new students to travel to Hogwarts in a small boat, because the four founders arrived at the foot of the mountain in small boats.

As your mentor and future leader—I'm not here to show off or put on a show, after all, I'm really the president of the Hogwarts Student Council." Owen said with a smile, then continued with what he thought was a gentle expression and emphasis, "Now, since we are destined to sit in the same boat."

"Make a wish!" He bluntly changed the subject.

With a rebellious smile on his face, he said, "Make a big wish and put all your expectations in it, like putting a Christmas gift in a gift box. When I open it after many years, I will be amazed!"

「？」 Aura raised her head, her little face was full of puzzlement, and she felt that the senior in front of her seemed to be a little chattering.

But yes

Fang also claimed to be the president of the student union.

She was a little cowardly, but she didn't dare to refute the other party's face.

"That's—I hope the rain stops." She said dumbfounded.

"Oh-no, I mean it's nice to have torches."

When she realized what an unrealistic wish she had made, she immediately covered her mouth, and the next second she urgently changed her words.

"What a bold wish!" Owen winked at her, then reached out and rubbed her little head, "Although wizards have all kinds of magical powers, you have to remember that wizards can't change terrain and nature yet."

Owen lectured, then slowly got up, one foot on the edge of the boat, his right hand holding his wand raised high, aimed at the sky.

"But I can still fulfill the torch's wish." His gray eyes shimmered with the light of the stars.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly—and the next moment, he removed the transparent magic umbrella.

The storm engulfed him in an instant.

Aura and Dennis shielded themselves from the wind and rain with their palms, and could only see the separate figure at the bow of the ship through their fingertips—a face like jade and a posture like pine.

What is he going to do?

The two little wizards couldn't help but have such a question in their hearts.

The next moment.

A bright light pierced their eyes.

The two little wizards subconsciously tilted their heads and closed their eyes!

- The sun rises over the lake!

"Roar!"

The roar that pierced the storm was a brave man's sword swing to fate.

The golden light rose from the ground, and all the little wizards who shone could not open their eyes.

"Burning the sky!"

Qiang Qiang~

Suddenly the sun cried.

It was originally the child of the Emperor of Heaven, named the Golden Crow Divine Beast.

No - that's not the Golden Crow.

"It's a phoenix!"

Listening to the mysterious cry in his ears, Dennis's eyes barely opened a slit, and through the shadow of the lake, he saw the graceful figure flying high in the sky.

He'd seen it before.

In the first grade, there was a picture of the sun rising on the ground in the magical newspaper that his brother Colin sent home, and it was also a dark night.

It's just a different color, that's blue.

This one will be golden.

But what is the same is the form of a creature that has evolved from the light.

Phoenix!

The most amazing creatures in the wizarding world.

Dream - Soar in the sky!

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