After Dean Bridged finished speaking, Owen immediately glanced at the Rubik's Cube on the stone platform, thinking that it was the key.

In the past, ordinary wizards were able to enter the underground vault in this way.

"Professor, will the test be life-threatening?" Miss Granger suddenly interjected.

She was a little worried, worried about Owen, because she knew that with Owen's temperament, he would choose to be tested no matter what.

And he never cared about his own safety.

"Oh! How could you have such an idea? Of course not! This is Hogwarts, kid! As a professor, how could I put the little wizards in deep danger? Dean Bridged looked surprised, "Those tests are not for you to deal with some terrible enemies or dragon fights or anything like that, in fact - there are many wizards who have left treasures, and their trials are varied, some of them may just ask you a simple class question, and then they will happily congratulate you on passing the test, and then leave you with the carefully prepared treasures." ”

Dean Bridged replied with a smile, "Maybe when you are strong enough one day, you can also come back here, leave your treasure for those who come after you, and plan your test." ”

"I see!"

Owen suddenly brightened.

In other words, in fact, this underground secret room is for all the young wizards of Hogwarts, and it is not reserved for the heir, but the test of the heir and the young wizard is different.

And this setting that allows future generations to participate in this secret room test is really ingenious, because as long as the later heirs provide magic, this school benefit like a small secret realm can exist endlessly.

Everyone relays the knowledge to be passed on. In the considerable future, under the passing of the torch, generations of young wizards will only get stronger and stronger.

Unless one day Hogwarts can't recruit a young wizard.

- Speaking of treasure - in fact, this secret room is the treasure left by Merlin!

This is a treasure for Hogwarts and all of Britain!

Hearing Dean Bridged's explanation, Hermione's face showed a look of surprise, if there was no life-threatening danger, then she wanted to get involved.

Approval from ancient wizards, access to their treasures, oh my god – it's like in those fantasy stories – and if the protagonist of the story is himself, it's a real excitement.

"Great." Miss Granger said happily, "Shall I be tested, then?" ”

"Of course, kid." Dean Bridged responded with a smile.

"In fact, you've already passed a test to be here, haven't you?"

She was talking about the staircase puzzle.

Hermione blushed and nodded vigorously.

And Owen couldn't help it for a long time, he raised his head and said eagerly: "Then Dean, let's start, I'm ready." ”

Dean Bridged smiled and nodded, and just as Owen fantasized about fighting demons and slashing dragons, the Hufflepuff sage spoke, "Your first test: this is the puzzle left by the Hufflepuff lady. ”

"Hufflepuff?" Owen looked delighted.

Take a look - the four founders are at the beginning, and buddy can already see the golden cup beckoning to him!

"Yes, Lady Hufflepuff's puzzle, but it was solved by Hogwarts wizards five hundred years ago."

"Untied?" Owen was stunned!

It's not - I'm the main character, okay? Puzzles like this are obviously for buddies, right?

Owen took a deep breath and looked calm.

Come to think of it, how many gifted geniuses have entered this secret room for thousands of years.

He couldn't expect the little wizards who came in here to be like Justin.

Simple mind, simpler limbs.

"Although the mystery is solved, the deep ideas contained in Ms. Hufflepuff's puzzle have been passed down from generation to generation of her 'children', and you-" Dean Bridged looked deeply at Owen, who was worried about whether Owen would be able to appreciate Ms. Hufflepuff's philosophy, "If you really are a Hufflepuff child, such a question will not bother you." ”

"Of course!" Hearing this, Owen raised his head confidently.

Showing the Pryndo of Gryffindor.

"I'm Helga Hufflepuff through and through!"

“.” She's already starting to worry.

Obviously, Dean Bridged on the portrait paused for a moment, and then continued with a somewhat stiff expression: "On the other side of the fog, where the view cannot be blocked. Beneath the towers of splendor and glory, see your humble friend and go in search of the lost treasures of the Weasleys. ”

“？？？”

What a test.

Owen frowned.

Looking for something?

"Dean."

"I know what you're thinking." Dean Bridged whispered, "That thing is in Hogwarts Castle. Finding it is easy for you. ”

"Really?" Owen was skeptical.

A treasure of the Weasleys?

Uh-huh—no matter, go out and beat Ron up first, and see what the kid knows.

Once he had made up his mind, he stopped talking to Dean Bridged.

Hermione, in high spirits, walked up, not knowing what kind of test she had undergone

As for that Victor. Professor, he is not qualified to be tested, only a little wizard can be tested.

But he didn't care. After Hermione walked up to Owen in high spirits, with a spring breeze on his face, he stepped forward to talk to Dean Bridged for a long time.

It's mostly about the application of ancient magic.

After the conversation ended, he led Owen and Hermione to copy the ancient runi script on the walls of the palace.

After a few minutes or so, after Miss Granger couldn't suppress the smile on her face, Owen finally couldn't help but lean in.

"What is your test?" He asked in a whisper.

"It must be very easy to see how you look like you are surpassing me in the final exam!"

"Go away!" Miss Granger exclaimed.

"This is my test!"

"But Dean Bridged didn't say you can't ask someone for advice, right?" Owen poked his head out, and when he rubbed down a runi script that represented 'life', "I can give you a reference!" ”

"Hmph—you can't think of the answer to your question." Hermione suppressed a smile as if she remembered something, and continued, "I warn you, don't trouble Ron, he certainly doesn't know any Weasley treasures!" ”

"Are you sure?" Owen frowned, "The Weasleys are one of the oldest magical families in the wizarding world, and it's definitely not unusual for them to leave behind any secret treasures!" ”

"But—" Hermione hesitated, she had to admit that what Owen said made sense.

And the Weasleys branched out throughout Europe and North America, and the family had endured the storm for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it was impossible to believe that there must be something unbeknownst to ordinary people—supporting them.

"Anyway, I've got the whip and the little candle ready. I'm going to sneak into the Gryffindor common room in a moment and hang up that guy for interrogation. Owen thoughtfully said, "Oh! By the way, what's Gryffindor's password today? ”

"I'm not going to tell you!"

"Uh-the password is: I'm not going to tell you?"

"ヘ( ̄ω ̄ヘ) Go away." Hermione gave him a blank look.

“.”

In fact, as the president of the student council, Owen does not need a password to enter the common rooms of other colleges. Hermione didn't know, though.

Anyway, he's going to beat Ron up later, and then he'll slander that the password was what Granger told him!

Uh-huh – such a pleasant decision!

"What are you thinking?" Seeing the boy in front of her smile look at him again, Miss Granger immediately sensed a hint of conspiracy.

"Wait—" She squinted, her head churning, and she remembered that there was a time when this guy had broken into the common rooms of other colleges under the guise of keeping his house in order, and no one had told him the password.

After all, no little wizard from any academy wants this guy to come in, and then pick a bone in the egg to deduct their academy points.

"Do you not need a password to enter the rest room of another college, the president of the student council?"

"That look on your face - you want to blend in with Gryffindor, and then slander me for telling you the password, right?"

"Huh?" Owen looked at Hermione with a shocked look.

You're peeking at the script, aren't you!

If you don't tell people, you won't tell people!

What do you do with mind reading—it's a shame—to spy on people's thoughts.

Owen didn't ask her any more about the trial.

Because it would make him look very shameless.

Several of them had been in the underground chamber for hours, and Owen even felt like it was dawn.

But none of the three involution masters planned to leave.

With the help of the refreshment potion, they copied the ancient runiwen in the main hall.

Until the end of the lesson.

Dean Bridged reminded them that it was time to go to class, and Owen and Hermione left the basement without getting enough of it.

As for the scrolling god

He seemed to be tireless.

On this day, Owen was in a mess, and after the effect of the refreshment was over, the exhaustion seemed to be magnified, his eyes were sore, his nose was uncomfortable, his lips were dry, and his head was swollen and dizzy.

Skipped afternoon astronomy class.

(Falsely claiming to be sick.) ）

He recovered the next day.

The original plan to attack Ron at night was not carried out because he was sleepy.

In the morning, around seven o'clock.

The rising sun slowly rises from the distant sky, shedding golden light.

As soon as Owen entered the auditorium, he saw a large crowd of students huddled around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

"Die, you guys! Aren't you afraid of deducting points? Owen scolded angrily, "Get out of the way, don't let me eat!" ”

“.”

Normally, after he screams, those guys will definitely obediently dodge.

But something seems to have happened today.

The crowd was still huddled together, and they talked and laughed as if they had no intention of leaving.

"I want to rebel!"

"Owen?" This is, an acquaintance squeezed out of the crowd,

It's Ernie McMillan.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd with all his might, his eyes sparkling. "It's only been a week!" Ernie said excitedly.

"What's only a week?"

"Final Four Tournament!" Ernie replied quickly, trembling slightly from the excitement, "The school has just posted a notice that representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 p.m. on Friday, October 30th, and that afternoon's classes will end half an hour early, and the students will be asked to return their bags and textbooks to their dormitories, gather in front of the castle, greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet." ”

"Oh, we're going to have fun!" Owen said suddenly, calculating that the time is almost the closest.

Alright, I've got to go! "I don't know if Cedric knows about it, I'm going to tell him."

"Cedric?" After Ernie hurried away, Justin said a little dazed.

"He's the Hogwarts wizard with the best chance of competing in the tournament." Owen said lightly, "There is no one in the seventh grade who is better than him." ”

"It's a pity - if Percy is still around, then he can fight." Ron squeezed out of the crowd as well.

————Oh!!

It's time to hunt.

Owen's face immediately filled with a smile.

He walked over and locked Ron's neck. "Percy?"

Percy is ahead of the seventh graders of this class.

Look at the current seventh grade, it's Cedric, you can get it.

Hogwarts is faulted!

Unfortunately, others don't think so.

Most senior wizards who have reached the age of seventeen seem to think that they have the potential to become warriors.

"Come on! Little Ron, my brother has something to look for you! ”

Owen laughed and pulled him to the corner of the courtyard where no one was around.

Ron cried, though he didn't understand what Owen was trying to do, but thought on his toes that it must be no good fruit for him.

"Harry! Whew- Harry save me! ”

In front of the auditorium, Ron's hysterical voice was both miserable and tragic.

The little wizard who was watching was chilled.

Immediately, everyone fell silent, lowered their heads, and walked away.

They really thought they were in Owen's way, so the guy was going to go berserk.

Only Harry, Ron's iron buddy, was desperate to chase after him, "Ron, Ron!" ”

He also screamed, but unfortunately the sweet girl at this time had been covered by Owen.

All but hissing struggles can be heard.

————

"The Weasley treasures?"

Walk across the covered bridge at the South exit of Hogwarts.

The group reached the lawn at the exit of the covered bridge where they could lean down to see Hagrid's hut.

There are several tall and ruined stone monuments here, and in another world, countless stories have been told here.

"I haven't heard of any treasures in our house!" George sat with them on the lawn, Fred on the other side, and together they sandwiched Owen in the middle.

"Why did Dumbledore ask you to find our family's treasure?" Fred said suspiciously.

He glanced at the corner in front of the covered bridge.

Poor Ron was squatting on the stone steps shivering.

The whole person was in a state of disarray, and it was hard to believe what kind of horror he had just experienced.

"How do I know!" Owen said sloppily.

He didn't tell anyone about the underground vault directly.

He couldn't let everyone know about it.

Those legacies must be given to the little wizard who can bring value so that he can return to Hogwarts for the foreseeable future to leave his own treasure.

If it is known to everyone, within a few months, the inheritance of the underground vault will be severed.

As Dean Bridged said, discovering the Chamber of Secrets is a test in itself.

Since there is no danger, let this tradition continue.

"Ahem! You know, if we really have some treasures in our house. I think it might have been sold many years ago. George said.

"No, that thing is still in the castle." Owen said thoughtfully.

As the oldest pure-blood wizard, the Weasleys couldn't be more normal if something was left in the castle.

So even if he tortured Weasley today, they wouldn't know anything.

The answer should be in the first half of the puzzle.

- The humblest friend?

What is the humblest of friends?

A friend of the Weasleys?

Weasley had more friends, and they were probably the most friendly family in the wizarding world.

Where did he guess?

"That's right, Owen."

"What's wrong?"

Fred said suddenly. He deliberately tightened his face.

If it weren't for the constant trembling of the corners of his mouth, trying to suppress the smile, Owen would have taken his face as serious.

"About our brother." He quickly made eye contact with George.

The sibling nodded immediately. The two of them understood.

"Oh! Look at my poor Ron. He was devastated. George said tragically, his voice trembling, "I don't know how long it will take for him to recover." ”

"We'll have to take care of him during this time."

"That's right, we'll have to find some potions to feed him in order to ease his nervousness." Fred continued, "It looks like you're going to have to take medicine for at least two weeks straight. ”

“？”

Owen looked sideways.

"Did you two blackmail me?"

"Hey! This is not blackmail! George said.

"That's right, how can this be blackmail?" Fred said.

"It's just a reasonable charge, and besides, Professor McGonagall is so busy, we don't want to disturb her over such a trivial matter."

"Huh?" Owen raised an eyebrow and sat up from the ground, "You threaten me?" ”

"How dare you threaten!"

"How dare you threaten!" The twins were still smiling, "Oops! Hermione should be coming over at this point, you know her best, and if she knows, she'll tell Professor McGonagall about it. ”

Just in the castle.

After seeing Owen and Ron walking out in love.

Neville, who was watching the whole time, immediately went back to the dormitory to find George and Fred.

The two people, who were researching their new invention, made a decisive judgment after hearing about it.

They let Neville stay in the common room, and then told him to tell Hermione about it ten minutes later when they left.

With this double insurance, I'm not afraid that Owen won't give in!

One hundred thousand Galleons!

From the beginning of the semester, they were thinking about how they could get some gold galleons out of Owen's pocket.

This kind of thing happened exactly what they wanted.

"Shout?" Owen smiled, "You're smart!" ”

"I also know how to prepare with both hands!"

(End of chapter)