"That's why it's going to be the World Cup, and partly, it's going to be the Final Four tournament.

My dear Miss Granger. ”

He said, chewing the pie in his hand.

It's a really hard thing to bite.

The meat is not cooked badly enough, and it is very strong.

Probably the flesh of some kind of magical beast.

What did Dumbledore give them to grow their bodies? (laughs)

On the other side, Hannah took a small bite of the mashed potatoes in front of her.

After a few quick bites, she hugged Shylock and began to brush it.

Never participated in the conversation between Owen and Hermione.

- She was acting strangely.

Some are too quiet.

There is always a hint of sorrow between the eyebrows.

In a trance, Owen remembered that it seemed that Hannah hadn't smiled since she saw her at the World Cup.

"Meow!"

The lazy kitten lay comfortably on her lap, stretching her waist.

The mane of its neck was fluffy with Hannah's comb.

Inadvertently, there will be a golden light like electric light jumping around its neck.

This abominable little fellow who eats and sleeps and eats has forgotten who his true master is.

"What do you mean?" Hermione's brow furrowed slightly.

Maybe it's Owen's delusion.

She seemed to have used Harry's hair detangler correctly this time.

The hair between the eyebrows obediently fell along with the contours of the cheeks, and the hair behind him was combed into a braid, passing through the ears and tying up.

"I mean, if the British wizarding world continues to be so panicked, people are going to starve to death."

Owen looked up, finally pulling his head away from the plate in front of him.

Today's meal, he can only give a seven-point evaluation.

The elves' mastery of new ingredients is still too low.

"Let's learn a little bit about political economy! Miss Granger! How can he be a good Minister of Magic in the future? ”

He sighed: "You have a lot to learn, a lot!" ”

"I know!" Hermione said impatiently, "So could the brilliant Owen-Sanchez-um-Mr. Rozier explain?" ”

"Of course, Miss Granger, I've always been so helpful."

Owen rested one hand on the table and leaned up so he could be more comfortable. "The World Cup is nothing but to ease the situation at home. The greatest use is to stimulate economic recovery.

What do you think will happen in a country with less than tens of thousands of wizards in the country, and suddenly there are 100,000 more consumers? ”

"The sports game is over, why didn't the Ministry of Magic rush those wizards home, but continued to arrange for people to be stationed there to provide services to wizards from all over the world. Is it because Barty Crouch is a philanthropist? ”

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed when she heard this, and Owen's words were so simple that she thought of them in an instant.

"It's England, England!"

"When the British Empire colonized the world, did it want an Indian prime minister?"

"For the gold, of course! Gold! It's still fucking gold! ”

Owen held his head and looked at her cheek, "A World Cup, feeding all the Britons, what a good deal."

Anyway, the employees of the Ministry of Magic can squeeze a little more, and the cost of holding the tournament is almost nothing. If I were a minister, I would love the World Cup every day! ”

"As for the Triple-Four Tournament?"

"If the World Cup is about the economy, then the Final Four is purely a political alliance."

"Political union?" A flash of light crossed Hermione's mind, and for a moment her vision was opened.

"Europeans have always sought to build a Europe that belongs to Europeans. The wizarding world is no exception. Even the unification of the wizarding world of Europe predates the Muggle world, and when Merlin traveled Europe to spread indoctrination, that group of people was already seeking political unity. ”

"Why did Dumbledore convene the Four Great Powers during the most dangerous and stormy period in England?"

"To unite them?" Hermione's eyes lit up, and she suddenly understood what Dumbledore meant.

"That's civilized, Miss Granger." A smile appeared at the corner of Owen's mouth, "I'd rather call it, drag them into the water!" ”

"When everyone becomes Voldemort's enemy, then everyone automatically becomes the most solid backing of friends, comrades-in-arms. The British Empire's diplomatic tactics for hundreds of years, old Humphrey, I, a Frenchman, can see at a glance, you, a pure London native, have been pondering for so long?

This tradition of the British Empire, I thought you should know. ”

“.”

The girl rolled her eyes, she felt that Owen had spoken too harshly.

And - what is called the London native?

Aren't you a native of Paris?

"Hey! I know you're thinking I'm native to Paris, right? Owen suddenly smiled and looked at her lightly, "My mother was born in Denmark - or Norway - or some other Nordic country, and it is certainly not France anyway, so she is not pure as you." ”

"Boring!" Hermione turned her head, and after a moment, it seemed that she had gathered her mind before turning her head again, "According to you, something will definitely happen this year?"

Dumbledore deliberately - called them in - dragged them into the water? ”

"Something is going to happen, that's for sure." Owen nodded.

He still doesn't know if the Moody Jr. is pretending to be Barty Crouch Jr.

Will Voldemort make Harry one of the Hogwarts Warriors like in the original books, and then wait for an opportunity to take him out of Hogwarts?

But one thing is for sure, he will never be absent from this feast.

There must be some conspiracy in the bud.

It's just that there are so many things that have changed, and the stories of the past don't have much reference for Owen now. He couldn't guess what Voldemort wanted to do now?

"Are you sure?" Hermione said solemnly.

"Of course - what's so hard to guess about this, it's a sure thing."

"That-" The little witch's head was in disarray, and a sense of crisis spread through her heart.

The danger is not terrible, it is this unknown that is terrible.

You don't know from which corner your enemy will stick out their fangs, and that's the most terrifying.

"We have to prepare early!" She stood up suddenly.

"Why are you going to start rolling up?" Owen glanced at Miss Granger's pocket, "The lava beast you created looks pretty good during the world, but it's the limit of what you can do with regular spells!" ”

"Want to try some unconventional spells?" He bewitched: "Don't worry, it's definitely not black magic, or even black magic won't affect the mind, do you want to learn?"

I'll teach you!

Of course - there is a fee to study, and just as the new semester begins, Sanchez Cram School is on sale, as long as—"

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped him, then glanced at Owen with disdain, "I've said it all, I don't have much gold galleons left." ”

"That's your business! I don't care, if you don't pay me back my manuscript fee, this matter will not pass! ”

"Don't you already have twenty thousand—"

"Oh! At this time, you think of my 20,000? One yard to one yard! Unless? Owen's voice suddenly changed, and a treacherous little expression appeared on his face, "Give me a part-time job!" Miss Granger! ”

"Huh?" Hermione stared blankly at Owen, not understanding what he was crazy again.

"In order to flip through those alchemy originals, you should have learned almost all of your French!"

"It's okay – there's nothing wrong with reading and writing. You don't want me to help you continue translating Ancient Alchemy Revealed, do you? Hermione said in surprise.

"Fifty Galleons in a roll!"

"Deal!"

“？” Owen looked at Hermione, so quick to agree?

I always feel as if I have lost.

"Don't be too happy, you have to write and translate four-no-five volumes as compensation for my manuscript fees!"

"No problem!" This time, Hermione agreed even faster than just now, as if she was afraid that Owen would regret it!

“.”

Owen looked at the little witch with contempt, "As for it?" Isn't that Nicolamay's manuscript? Are you so excited? ”

"Hehe-" the little witch looked at again with contempt, "Isn't it, Nicolame's Manuscript, As for? - Do you know that you are quite underwhelmed now! ”

"Come on! Do it! Don't pity me. ”

"Stop!" To prevent the guy in front of him from continuing to go crazy, Hermione quickly stopped his voice, "By the way, the 'House-Elf Rights Promotion Association' you just talked about, I suddenly feel pretty good."

I'm going to—"

？

"Didn't you just say you didn't have that idea?"

"That's just now!" Hermione said solemnly, "And- didn't you say that?" Will I bring this up in the next chapter?

Now for the next chapter! ”

"Wardfa?"

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Listen to the noise in your ears.

Hannah didn't say a word.

She only looked up from time to time to glance at Owen and Hermione.

The hand stroked Shylock's head, gradually becoming slow.

A conversation between the two.

What politics, what economics, what conspiracy, what alchemy, what French.

She didn't understand anything.

In the past few years, she would have chosen to fight Hermione, but now, Hannah suddenly felt lucky, she was glad that she didn't know much.

I'm glad I didn't get involved.

When I heard what Owen said, there would be some conspiracy looming over Hogwarts this year.

The reactions of the three were very different.

The boy's face didn't matter, as if he was talking about what to eat at noon.

The shaggy haired girl had caution written all over her face. There was not the slightest panic in his eyes, and even a little excitement swelled up.

It was only herself, and the hand that was caressing Shylock's head was a little stiff.

Perhaps, she looked down at the kitten.

It's time to find a new owner for it.

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Had breakfast.

A group of people in a group.

Walk through the damp vegetable patch to Greenhouse 3.

Hannah puts Shylock on the grass outside the greenhouse before she walks inside, cats are like that! Curiosity is full and I want to taste everything, and there are many plants in the greenhouse that are highly poisonous, so you can't put them in it.

Speaking of which, although Owen may not be a good master. But he always finds the right person to keep them.

The two little ones were all taken care of by Dobby during the summer vacation, and after the school year, Shylock was fed by Hannah, and Bakar, a hard-mouthed but honest giant, had already prepared to eat them all.

The third greenhouse is probably the largest classroom at Hogwarts.

The whole is one round bigger than the auditorium.

Because it's actually made up of several parts, you can tell them apart by the glass ceiling.

Although the little wizards always call the greenhouse, the greenhouse is actually a place name, not a classroom, but a large steel building that comes out of the clock tower.

The largest classroom in the area is where the little wizards take their classes.

Walk down the stairs (one-third of the classroom is underneath for insulation.) ）

Facing him was a long, huge table filled with all sorts of clay in square wooden boxes.

Each of them has different nutrients, which are carefully formulated by Professor Sprout.

One side and the overhead ceiling were covered in glass except for the Gothic pillars, and the other was filled with all sorts of magical plants, the most conspicuous of which were the devil's vines, which multiplied too quickly.

The professor had to prune every day.

As soon as they entered the door, when they breathed the first breath of air in the greenhouse, many young wizards were already frowning.

Because the classroom smells of gasoline everywhere.

Reluctantly, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff wizards split into two rows and gathered around the long table.

At this moment, Professor Splett appeared in a ragged robe stained with mud and dew.

"Oh! I'm glad to see that all of you are in good spirits. ”

It should be the World Cup, which makes Professor Sprout very worried about the young wizards.

Because Owen saw behind the professor, a copy of the Daily Prophet pressed under a flower pot on a table in the corner.

The photo on the front page is Miss Granger.

She was holding the spell and holding the lava beast with a heavy face.

"Today we're going to learn a new magical plant."

Her gaze automatically blocked Owen.

This disgraced boy has already made her embarrassed in the dean's circle.

As he spoke, the professor waved his wand, and the long table in front of the little wizard, the clay in the square wooden boxes, began to float and rearrange and assemble.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden box fell again, and the little wizard saw something ugly that he had never seen before.

Actually, they didn't look like plants at all, but more like big, black, slimy slugs that came straight out of the soil.

And one by one they were squirming slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid.

Disgusting is no longer enough to describe this kind of thing.

It should be said that it has reached some kind of indescribable bottom.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout cheerfully told the group, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus." ”

"What?" Seamus Finigan asked in disgust.

"Pus, finigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "is of great value, and should not be wasted." Listen, collect the pus into these bottles. Wearing your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin. ”

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also creates a strange sense of satisfaction.

Every time a bulge bursts, it spews out — a large stream of viscous yellow-green liquid and emits a pungent gasoline — and Owen finally knows where the smell of gasoline in the greenhouse comes from.

They collected the liquid in bottles, as Professor Sprout had instructed, and it was time for the end of the class to end. They have already collected several bottles.

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout plugged the last bottle with a stopper and said, "The pus from the tubers of Babo is the best medicine for recalcitrant acne." This will discourage students from using drastic measures to get rid of their pimples. ”

Acne?

On Gryffindor's side, Hermione's eyes lit up, and she looked at the pus in her hand, wondering if she should go to the professor and ask for a bottle.

Well, it's always been known that staying up late is bad for your skin.

Especially after they begin to enter puberty, a few pimples will appear on their faces from time to time.

It's a good thing that she and that hateful guy are not from the same academy, and they don't meet every day, otherwise he would definitely laugh at himself.

Hermione could probably guess what Owen was going to say.

"Oh! Oh, my God! You're afraid you're a fake wizard! Miss Granger. After all, you can't even deal with the pimples on your face. ”

Yes, he would have said so.

And the real Owen, his eyes lit up as he looked at the things in the bottle in his hand, and his mind had already begun to arrange and combine potion formulas, and a piece of acne toner was definitely a good idea to make money.

Roar, roar, roar!

Hogwarts is such a great place to be.

Every day there is a new direction to make a fortune.

"Oh! The professor is talking about Eloise Meadgan. At this time, Justin leaned in, and several people crowded through the crowd and came together.

"Ask Hannah, she saw it with her own eyes."

"What's going on?" Owen turned to look at Hannah again.

"Midgan, she was going to use the vanishing charm to get rid of the pimples on her face yesterday!"

“.”

"Awesome!" Owen gave a thumbs up and said why there were fewer Hufflepuffs today

"And then? Is her head still there? ”

"Yes." Hannah sighed and said in a flat tone, "She lost her nose and left a lot of blood. Everyone else was helping to get her nose back, but it didn't work. ”

"Nonsense, the vanishing spell is to break down objects into fine dust and return them to nature, not to transfer things to another place!" Owen shook his head and left the greenhouse with the little wizard.

He saw Hermione stay, talking to Professor Sprout.

"She didn't change her head, it's just Lady Luck is favoring!"

Get out of the greenhouse.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor parted ways.

Harry, they're going to take Snape's Potions lesson with the Slytherins.

It's another grievance game

And they're going to have the first Defence Against the Dark Arts session of the year with the Ravenclaws.

Nothing happened at lunch.

Everyone was slack, after all, it was the first day of school.

But with the exception of certain people.

Normally Owen would choose to finish lunch and take a nap, you know—a guy like him who spends all day thinking about all kinds of is the most brain-wracking.

I don't sleep at noon, and I can't open my eyes in the afternoon.

But someone who is also overusing his brain is different.

Miss Granger seems to be back to the way she was a few months ago.

Began to take care of himself and carry out the mighty involution business.

(End of chapter)