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

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

"Okay!"

Thinking that these two guys may be needed in the future, they will continue to share information about the Weasleys' treasures.

Owen's tough decision to take a step back!

After all, the Weasleys are not the only ones with a big family.

Maybe the treasure belongs to the other Weasleys.

And he has no connection with the other Weasleys.

Anyway, Owen planned to bleed profusely once.

Spend money on intelligence—don't chill!

"I'll give fifty sicos. Enough is enough! He stood on the grass with his hands folded around his chest.

A breeze brushed his cheeks.

Owen said confidently with his head tilted.

"Hey! Here's Hermione, yes, there's just a tragedy here! George suddenly craned his head and yelled at the covered bridge behind him.

"Hey, the price! Negotiate well, why flip the table! Owen laughed.

"When she comes, you won't make a dime."

Speaker, Owen glanced at the covered bridge behind him, and saw that there was no one there.

Knock.

After realizing that he had been fooled, he immediately raised his face, as if cutting meat, and said with a hideous face, "Five Galleons at most, no more!" ”

"Oh, my dear George, do you think Dumbledore would suddenly choose the Weasleys' treasure?" Hearing this, Fred suddenly turned his head and said to George on the side with a gentlemanly look.

"Oh! Of course, I mean—don't debunk it! What if Dumbledore wanted a family clock? George said with a smile on his face.

"Huh—" Owen smiled awkwardly.

Sure enough, smart people or something, the most annoying.

So he just likes Justin.

The guy never doubted his intentions.

Even if he fed him roast duck for a week, he didn't have the slightest doubt.

It seems that it is not possible to get these two guys without some blood.

But—it's all my money.

I didn't spend a penny!

After all, he got the 20,000 Galleons after the start of school.

It's true that there's nowhere to spend it.

So it's impossible to give money anymore.

After thinking for a moment, Owen suddenly thought about it.

Three minutes later.

The twins nodded in satisfaction, and the look on his stupid brother's face became strange.

This stupid brother was beaten once, and he changed so many things for them.

If only Owen had a few more beatings.

Ron, who was crouching on the stone steps, immediately sensed a hint of malice.

He hurried towards Harry.

Then he turned his head and saw that the malice came from his two elder brothers.

Immediately, he opened his mouth and scolded: "Two inhuman guys, they don't even want their own brother for money!" ”

"You still know you're our brother!" George slowly approached Ron, "As a younger brother, shouldn't you contribute to your brother's cause?" ”

Fred was in the same position, and the two launched a pincer attack.

Seeing this, Ron dared to stay, and immediately ran away, cursing the inhuman twins as he ran.

And this scene was all seen by Harry.

His eyes were embarrassed, and he immediately hesitated for a long time, and then slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

"Hey! What a young man! Owen rubbed his neck, "I'm sold and help me count the money!" ”

Just now, he used a small amount of money to fund the Twins' next alchemical invention. He even promised to buy a shop for his brothers in Hogsmeade Village.

The twins were so excited that they almost rushed over to give him their first kiss.

Don't doubt Owen's promise to buy a house.

In fact, he has already bought.

Since the Battle of Hogsmeade, the price of houses there has been falling to the price of cabbage. Owen's 20,000 Galleons can sell for several streets.

Over the past few months, the Malfoy Charitable Foundation has invested heavily in Hogsmeade to bring the historic wizarding village back to life – at the cost of at least sixty percent of the town's land, of course, being owned by the Malfoy family.

The remaining forty are basically funded by them, but the ownership is not in Malfoy's hands.

In the entire Hogsmeade Village, the only thing that can be called clean is the Pig's Head Bar in Aberforth.

After all, Lucius didn't dare to make gold on Dumbledore's head.

The twins laughed at the deal.

Owen smiled too.

His vacant house was finally able to be rented out.

It's better to earn some rent than to sit empty.

And the twins, they feel like they've picked up a shop for nothing. I am even more grateful to Owen.

Everyone felt that they had earned it.

Looking at the endless wilderness under the clouds and mist.

I believe that we all have a better tomorrow.

Hey.

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Over the next week, the enthusiasm in the castle grew.

We still don't know when the alchemy class will resume, but Owen has already met Victor in the castle.

That's the good news.

It felt like Dumbledore hadn't come to him to be a professor, but to be a detective.

While everyone was talking, the castle was thoroughly cleaned.

Many of the dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, although those who were scrubbed were unhappy with it.

They sat hunched in frames, muttering sullenly.

Every time I touched the newly exposed pink flesh on my face, I grinned in pain.

The armor on both sides of the corridor suddenly became shiny, and it no longer creaked when it moved.

There are a few armors that are especially fond of dancing and singing.

Professor McGonagall had intended to use the Petrification Charm to secure them, but Dumbledore was very tolerant. He happily taught the armor the Hogwarts school song he had composed himself, so that they could sing the school song in the hallway.

The janitor, Argus Filch, stood guard at the door of the auditorium every day at mealtime, and when he saw a student forgetting to wipe his shoes, he flew into a rage, causing the two first-year girls to become hysterical.

About this leather shoe question.

He's already grabbed several people.

Originally, Filch had a very bad reputation in the wizarding circle, but now they were even more disgusted.

You know, this is Hogwarts, and you don't stay in the castle all the time.

Herbal medicine classes, magical beast protection classes, astronomy classes, and other classes are all out of the house.

Walking through muddy mountain roads, it is inevitable that there will be some mud under your feet.

What to do with leather shoes.

Those who don't know think they went to school at the Frunze Military Academy.

The rest of the faculty and staff in the castle were nervous, trying to make everything look the best it could be.

Wait until the morning of October 30, the eve of Halloween.

When everyone went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been renovated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing one of Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow background, and Slytherin with a silver python on a green background.

Behind the classroom desk, the largest banner hangs.

Above it is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake are connected together, surrounded by a large letter H.

"Wow! It's spectacular! The castle is like new! ”

Justin said happily.

Ernie, who was side by side with them, was also excited, "We are so lucky that this game has been suspended for hundreds of years, and we have run into it!" ”

"Owen, do you have a way to make it to the Final Four?"

A few people sat down, and before they could stand on the bench, a little Hufflepuff fifth- or sixth-year wizard came over.

At the head of the pack is a tough wizard named Gawain.

With a muscular body like Wizard Durmstrong, blonde hair, and blue eyes, he looks like a royal chef who can triple the size of the sun when it shines on it.

He even has a personality that resembles Gawain, so he has a lot of prestige in the castle.

"I have a solution, but—I've signed an agreement with Headmaster Dumbledore to be the head of Hogwarts. Y-why don't you look for George? ”

"They?" Gawain's face showed a worried look, and sure enough, he didn't trust the Weasley twins very much.

"I don't know what the competition is?" Justin said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too, we've done so many dangerous things before"

"Indeed."

Justin was right.

In the first year, they fought against Lord Voldemort, and in the second year, they faced the enemies of the Eight-Eyed Spider and the Witch Lane.

The third year was directly involved in the Battle of Hogsmeade.

It can be said that everything they do is much more dangerous than the tournament, but the ordinary competition content can also be handled by the little wizards of the third and fourth grades.

This is also the reason why the Little Wizards of Hogwarts are so indignant.

Because if you pick your feet in your own dishes, then forget it, it's a shame to be selected, so let's not talk about it.

But buddies are so strong, why don't you choose me!

"yes, it's amazing, but you didn't do it in front of the judges, did you?" "Professor Sprout said the judges will rate the Warriors based on the quality of their completion," Gawain said. ”

"Who's the referee?" Susan asked.

"An official from the Ministry of Magic?" Justin speculated.

"Impossible—" Owen interrupted, "this tournament was obviously facilitated by Dumbledore, and with the participation of North America, the Ministry of Magic can't get involved, so I guess he'll invite some famous wizards to form a panel of judges and score them as a group." ”

"Famous wizards?"

Owen's words caused the little wizards to fall into a mood of surprise, and everyone was looking forward to whether they could take a photo with those famous wizards, or - he could one day become a famous wizard who will leave a name in the history of magic.

All in all, no one was paying attention to the lecture on this day, and everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Even Potions class wasn't as unbearable as usual, because class had to end half an hour early.

Snape had a big problem with this, and his face was gloomy, and he frantically looked for trouble in class, but that didn't change anything.

Everyone is still happy.

Afternoon - around six or seven o'clock.

The Hogwarts bells rang endlessly.

Owen arrived in the auditorium early, and as the president of the student council, he and the prefects had to maintain order on the spot.

At this time, the young wizards, one by one, frantically crowded forward, and they gathered in front of the east gate of Hogwarts, which was the main entrance of the castle. (Does the castle have a main entrance?) ）

The senior wizard will pass by in a horse-drawn carriage.

It has a large metal magic iron gate, and behind it is a huge garden.

Everyone wanted to get to the front, because then they could see the wizards from other schools first-hand.

"Weasley, put your hat on; Creevey, tuck your shirt into your pants! Professor McGonagall sternly said to Ron, "And you, Miss Petill, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair. ”

Parvati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly headdress from her braid.

"Alright, please come with me." Professor McGonagall said, "First-year students are in the front, don't crowd."

Although the professors and prefects had done their best to maintain order on the scene, the excited little wizard still crowded forward in a hurry.

Especially the Gryffindors, the boys are 'hugging' towards the front hard top

The Weasley twins also deliberately pushed hard in the back, but seeing that they really couldn't push, the two of them directly took out their wands, ready to open the eyes of the stupid guy in front who didn't want to move!

"Put your wand away, Weasley!" Professor McGonagall was furious.

Her hair fluttered slightly from her madness.

"Line up." She roared angrily.

Unfortunately, the results have been limited.

Although the excited hearts of the little wizards were poured with a bucket of water, their enthusiasm did not diminish much.

Although the scene was not as crowded as it had just been, they still hugged each other.

This is the disadvantage of the overall increase in the strength of the little wizard.

The skin is itching again!

"Boom!"

It was crowded, and suddenly the fountain in the garden exploded.

A huge explosion sounded like a thunderbolt into the ears of the little wizards.

"Fuck, what a shit!"

Owen, who was spit out by the surging crowd, stood on the flower stand.

He stared angrily at the team of thousands of young wizards.

His robes were stained with dust, and there were two small footprints on the soles of his shoes.

"You can't learn to stand in line, do you?"

"Ahh

The wand was against his neck, and his angry roar was like a muffled dragon under the blessing of the 'Loud Voice' spell.

"Stand the fuck on me!"

The little wizards all looked at him with their heads tilted.

But not afraid of Owen's threats, mainly because the electric light flickering at the tip of his wand was too harsh.

They were absolutely confident that the guy would throw lightning to bathe himself.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's warning, the madman would have done it.

Gradually, the crowd below began to flow.

The first grade is ranked first, and the other grades are ranked last.

A silent sense of oppression forced them to quickly shut their mouths and quicken their pace.

"Damn, it's a spinning top, underdrawn!"

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It was a cold, airy evening, and night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright, and it is intertwined with the castle, creating a beautiful and fantastical picture.

The professors stared at Owen with twitching corners of their mouths.

Although he was full of vulgarity, and he was not at all touched by the elegance of the Rozier family, but—it worked, didn't it?

Therefore they turned a blind eye to it, and they did not see it at all.

Professor Flitwick silently stretched out his wand to repair the fountain that Owen had blown up.

In the castle, all the ghosts floated out.

Except for Peeves, everyone else is above everyone.

Owen jumped off the flower bed.

He didn't go into the crowd, and Dumbledore called him over.

He was going to greet the guests with the professors.

"It's almost six o'clock!" Ron looked at the driveway leading to the front door, glanced back, and said in a low voice, "How will they come, by train?" ”

Although the team of young wizards was finally pleasing to the eye, the whispering in them did not stop.

The subtle, mosquito-like buzzing sound was really annoying.

No wonder those teachers don't like students talking.

"I don't think so." Hermione said, "The Hogwarts train is from London, and there's no way they're going to meet there. ”

"How's that coming, broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

"No way, that's too far." Hermione spoke.

"Maybe it's a portkey?!" Ron continued to guess, "Or apparitions, maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to apparitions!" ”

"Ron, how many times have I said that no apparitions are allowed in Hogwarts grounds!" Hermione said impatiently.

"Can you use elves or magical beasts? Doesn't Owen have kittens who can only phantom? ”

"That's Sugo!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily, it's been three years, and you can't even figure out Shylock's race. It's really unsatisfying.

"It's a very precious magical creature, only from the Ming Kingdom, they are forbidden to leave this precious magical animal, and few poachers can bring it out."

"And how did they get here?"

Ron and Harry asked at the same time, confused.

But no one could answer their questions.

The young wizards excitedly glanced over the darkening field, but there was no movement.

Everything was silent and peaceful, no different from the usual.

The irrepressible chatter gradually rang out from the crowd, and everyone was cold and hungry.

There was a Hufflepuff wizard who had begun to curse in a low voice.

And just when everyone was about to take it anymore, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly shouted.

"Ahh If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived! ”

"Where?" Many students asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" A sixth-grader shouted, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth, much larger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks.

In the silver moonlight, you could see that it was speeding across the deep blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh my God, what's that?"

"It's a dragon!" A first-year student screamed, unsure of what to do.

"Don't be stupid, it's a house flying!" Dennis said.

His guess might have been closer, but it was more accurate that it was a rune-drawn carriage.

Hermione recognized the magical creature at a glance.

In second grade, she fed them with Fleur.

(End of chapter)