"Miss Granger, please mingle with me!"

There was an instant silence in the auditorium.

The noise came to an abrupt end.

Everyone looked up, and saw Miss Granger, who was sitting on the Gryffindor bench, walking behind a tall, great-looking real man.

He has short gray hair and black eyes.

He wears a crimson robe and a fur cloak over his shoulders.

This design is inspired by the traditional costume of the Slavic people, and it is the best way to compliment the wearer's majestic figure.

And unlike his muscular muscles, his face was as shy as a little girl's home.

His cheeks were flushed, he held a bouquet of delicate roses in his hand, and his body moved forward slightly, looking at the girl in front of him with expectant and deep eyes.

Staring at her back.

Hiss - such an affectionate appearance almost made Owen in front of the court think that this book was going to change the protagonist.

He put half of his foot back, thought for a moment, and stepped in again.

- Is there a problem with the way the buddy opens it?

It's like - I'm the main character, huh?

And as the person involved in all this, Miss Granger, she didn't seem to be much surprised.

Instead, he showed a normal appearance. Then, she slowly lowered the parchment scroll in her hand. He stood up and looked at the boy and said, "I'm sorry. ”

She showed a slightly apologetic expression, "I have no plans to fall in love at the moment." The girl's voice is solemn, and her gentle and elegant posture reflects her unique and pitiful qualities.

Hear Hermione's voice. The little wizards around them, the Gryffindor people, breathed a sigh of relief.

Their eyes were fixed on the little wizard of Durmstrong.

You're really brave—Harry pursed his lips as he looked at the boy with a sense of sadness and coldness.

But the little wizard still has two fun, and that is the twins.

The two of them poked and poked at each other, expecting Hermione to agree.

Because of this, they have more fun to watch.

"I know, you're so good, I"

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't take any blows, his expression was more of a relief.

It's like a dream come true, hoping that there will be no regrets in my youth.

Then, he looked at Hermione tenderly and gave her the flower plug in his hand, "At least please take this." Then, smiling, as if he had died, he left the Gryffindor table.

That figure has an indescribable charm.

A dashing temperament that would probably fascinate him if he were not facing Miss Granger, but any other Hogwarts witch.

But Hermione just accepted the flowers, sat down again, put them aside, and began to bury her head in the parchment.

Hogwarts lore are recorded there, and she is searching for the secret treasure of Weasley and the locket inside the golden egg.

"Hi Harry!"

On the other side of the long table, the twins winked at Harry, a smile that everyone knew at the corners of their mouths, "I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to fall in love yet." George picked up Hermione's voice and said greasy, "Oh my God, that's a good excuse, isn't it?" ”

"It's just that the object of confession is wrong." Fred continued.

"But, I promise someone will never forget." Harry smiled wickedly and gestured to the twins, looking at the door of the auditorium.

"Oh?" Hearing this, the twins turned their heads and saw Owen in front of the foyer, in and out.

"There's a good show to watch." The twins immediately smiled evilly.

Hermione also noticed Owen in front of the door at this time.

She glanced at the boy, then turned her head and sank into the parchment again.

There was a hint of resentment on his face.

It seems that she is still blaming Irving for raising the difficulty of the game yesterday.

"How many are these?" On the side, Ron picked up a packet of multi-flavored beans on the seat, opened it and grabbed a handful.

"From the door of the break room, to the library, to the auditorium, this is already the fourth." Harry replied.

"Our Miss Granger is charismatic."

"Oh! George: It looks like we're going to have to buy a batch of roses, and they're going to sell well! Fred said in a weird way.

"That's right, it should be sold in front of the Gryffindor common room, so that you can really make money."

"Making money?"

Hearing about making money, in the next second, Owen refreshed behind them.

"What ideas do you have for making money?"

"We're going to sell roses in front of Gryffindor." The twins looked at Owen comically.

"Selling flowers?" He found a seat and sat down, "Then why don't you go and sell it in front of Ravenclaw?" The savior will definitely take it all. ”

At this time, Harry, who was watching the play, innocently lay down with a gun.

"Harry? He didn't have anybody who was rich. You're right, George. Fred elbowed George.

"That's right! Ha ha. ”

As he spoke, both of them laughed.

The laughter is carried with a strong musician mentality.

Hermione, who was listening to the mystery, was furious.

She didn't know why she was angry, but she was angry.

And just as she was about to have a seizure, another little wizard suddenly appeared behind her.

That's the fifth confessional brother.

Dressed in blue and raspberry robes, it is instantly recognizable as the wizard of Ilvermorny.

At this moment, he was holding a large bouquet of golden unknown flowers, and walked quickly behind Miss Granger.

As he approached her, the boy gracefully placed the flower on Hermione's stack of books, deliberately placed the rose farther away from Miss Granger, and then said gentlemanly, "Good day, my beautiful girl." ”

Then turn around and walk away, leaving not a single cloud behind.

A good X.

"Damn! Is it so greasy? The twins complained.

Then they saw the golden flower, which suddenly began to deform, as if shrinking, into a letter, a letter branded with flowers, written in gold letters.

"That's a good hand." Ron complimented, then grabbed a handful of snacks from the second confession guy.

"But writing love letters or something, it's still too old-fashioned." The twins gave different opinions, as a generation of prank masters, if they let the two of them confess, it will definitely be a different job.

Like — Weasley fireworks or something.

"It's not the same thing, it's the content that matters!" Owen leaned his head against his head, took a sip of pumpkin porridge, and said to Miss Granger, "Can I take a look?" ”

Hearing this, Miss Granger, who continued to write something with her head down, said flatly, "Whatever." ”

"Whatever?"

"Uh-reading other people's love letters or something, it's really immoral, so everyone must take me as a warning." As he spoke, he quickly took the letter, and then naturally tore open the envelope along the edge.

The moment he opened the letter, a bouquet of flowers filled his hands, and the gilded font was full of classical charm.

"You can put this letter away, it's all memories of youth, and when you look back after decades, it will definitely have some special interest." As he spoke, Owen began to read the letters.

"To Miss Granger—

I'm a sixth-year wizard from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—

I come from a noble pure-blood family -

My grandfather—

My father—"

Owen read two sentences, and he couldn't read them anymore.

What's that!

What is this all about!

"It's the stupidest love letter I've ever seen." He complained, "What is the purpose of writing your father and your father at the beginning!" It's really a hole in the brain. ”

“.” Not only him, but even the twins frowned frequently, good fellow, this seems to have come from some Slytherin, not here for a blind date at all, but to sell goods.

"Slytherins don't write love letters like that." Just as the two of them were complaining about some Slytherins, Owen suddenly said loudly, and then revealed a shocking melon, "Professor Snape is a master of writing love letters!" You didn't see what he wrote to Harry and his mother—stained—but unfortunately he didn't have the courage to give it away. ”

"Huh?" Harry, who was lying down again, straightened up, "He also wrote love letters to my mother?" ”

What a miracle this is.

"What's more! There are dozens of them! As he spoke, he looked down at the one in his hand. Last time Dumbledore - forget it, it doesn't matter.

Look at this letter, it's really a golden jade, I can't write a letter even if it costs a little money, ask someone to write it, it won't cost a few gold gallons, buddy will charge up to five! ”

“.”

As soon as Owen's words fell, the twins became interested, and the two of them looked at Owen playfully, "If it were you, what would you write?" ”

"Me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, Sanchez's small class is starting again, let me polish this buddy."

He coughed softly.

Then the pitch slows down, down one pitch.

With the autumn wind blowing off the green leaves, the fields are full of harvest joy, and the tone of golden autumn is slowly spoken.

"My dear, Granger-

When I think of you, I see the beautiful plains of Iowa—"

When Owen said the first word, the faces of the little wizards around him were not quite right.

I'll go, you're coming really!

Harry quickly took a piece of parchment from Hermione's book and began to write down each sentence.

Because this is probably the most useful thing Owen has taught him this year.

And Hermione instantly pricked up her ears, crimson staining the tips of her ears.

"Don't just write 'Plains of Iowa' that stupid kid is an American, he's stupid, you're stupid, right?" Owen picked up the letter and smashed it on Harry's head, "Use your brains! ”

"Oh!" Harry touched his head and crossed out the 'Plains of Iowa'.

"Replace it with 'the magnificent mountains and rivers of the Scottish Highlands'; of course this is written about Granger, Miss Qiu may be more receptive to 'the quiet mountains and forests of Yangzhou'" Owen whitened this group of young wizards who have suffered from unculture.

It is also said that Hogwarts does not teach composition, and the level of education of the young wizards is almost equal to none.

How can they write any decent sentences.

"Oh!" Harry nodded, and solemnly filled in a sentence behind the traces of alteration, the quiet mountains and forests of Yangzhou.

I haven't seen that mountain forest, if you have the chance, please invite me—

"Harry, don't add to it!" Owen interrupted him, "Write as I say!" ”

"Okay, okay." He nodded, then crossed out the sentence he had written again.

With that, Owen coughed lightly, gradually pulling the atmosphere back again.

"My dear, Granger-

When I think of you, I seem to see roses growing on the cliffs of the Scottish Highlands—

The distance between us makes me depressed—

Time is meaningless to me without you—

Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I've ever done—

Nothing is more important than you, and I feel it deeply every day I live—

I love you today, tomorrow; I'll love you for the rest of my life—"

Gradually, he put the letter down.

His face was a little unsatisfied.

He could have been better if he had written, but he had just spoken, and some words had not had time to come out.

"Oh! It's also too romantic. "The praise of the twins, though late, arrived,

The two of them looked at Harry, "Remember to get us one too, just in case we need it!" ”

"Who are you writing to? Angelina? Owen raised an eyebrow, "Everyone has a different personality, and the focus of your writing should be different." Hey—I suddenly found a way to make money! ”

He said tactfully, and at this time, he also noticed that a certain little witch with bright eyes was secretly looking at him.

Immediately, the boy smiled and looked at her with his hands on his chin, "Miss Granger, do you also need to write love letters?" ”

He blinked and said gently, "I can teach you for free!" ”

Hermione's cheeks flushed with just one glance, and she opened her eyes in a panic, her breathing becoming a little rapid.

Holding the quill in both hands, he pretended to be writing something.

However, the words in the pen are getting shorter and shorter, until the last word can not be written, but there are a thousand words in my heart.

It was a long book that would last a lifetime of letters.

"I'll go to the library and look up some materials." Her eyes were always avoiding Owen's gaze.

The cheeks are slightly red, but it is the most striking confession.

Then Miss Granger couldn't sit still any longer.

She got up in a panic, picked up the book next to her, and didn't even bother to pick up the silver cup that she had knocked down, like a butterfly fleeing from the desert.

"Wow! It's simply the most romantic confession I've ever seen. Harry said enviously, carefully tucking the parchment into his pocket, then looked up at Owen, "Why do you know so much?" ”

"Because—" Owen winked at him, "my brother's IQ is two pounds more than yours." ”

With that, he began to devote himself to the battle to destroy this breakfast.

It's a new day!

————

On the other side, in front of the newly opened bubble tea shop in Hogsmeade, the witch from Ilvermorny, Koyatel, was sitting on a wicker chair in front of the door with a worried face.

Under her mouth was a clear, clear-colored drink.

This is a new product from a bubble tea shop, and the taste is very complex, but the taste is very strong, like vodka with various fruits added.

The little wizard of D'Pastorstrong liked the taste very much.

She also drank it for the first time.

There was some astringency and bitterness, as well as a spicy taste, and when this complex taste exploded on her taste buds, even she frowned, who had always had a good endurance.

But when she swallowed it reluctantly, the aroma that welled up in her throat was very pleasantly surprised.

She suddenly understood why the wizards of Durmstrang liked such things.

At this time, there is light snow in the sky.

Close to the sea, it's always raining or snowing, and the temperature is terrible.

But this house has no name, only a small workshop-like milk tea counter, but there is a long queue in front of it.

These are the little wizards who come here.

Most of them are boys.

There are even some adult wizards.

"Hello Miss. Here's a letter from you. ”

Suddenly, out of the snow, a dwarf creature in a black robe came by, with his cloak spread and thick dragonskin gloves on his hands.

casually put a letter stamped with a strange fire paint seal in front of her.

Koyatl didn't look up.

It's just that in the snow, the image appeared like a phantom and disappeared quietly for a moment.

It was as if he had never been here, and if it weren't for the letter on the table, there would have been nothing to prove that someone had ever delivered a letter to her here.

"Whew-"

Koyatl exhaled a cloudy breath and inadvertently took the letter from the table.

Leave the cup of spicy food in its place.

Sure enough, she still didn't fit the drink for this flavor.

On the other side of Hogsmeade, two people were hurrying through the snow.

"I've been looking for half a month, but there's nothing."

"Dumbledore should have been asked to cancel this tournament." Sirius' grim face was filled with worry, and he was accompanied by Professor Moody.

The two were in the snow, leaving two lines of footprints.

"No way, Barty Krach won't agree." Moody said gruffly, the footprints behind him smaller than Sirius, but one deeper and the other shallower.

It should be caused by the alchemical prosthetic body on the leg.

"Barty Krach, Barty Krach!" Sirius asked aloud, "Which side is he on?" I wonder if he's a spy sent by Lord Voldemort! ”

"He's on the side of power, Blake!" Moody suddenly stopped, the magic eye snored, kept expanding and focusing, located in front of the bubble tea shop, stared at it for a long time, but didn't find anything, "Don't say that name again!" ”

"You know, he's resurrected."

Sirius grimaced and did not speak.

"It's hard for us to find any clues, if what you say is true, then hundreds of years ago, there should have been various hidden trenches of goblins near Hogwarts, hundreds of years, no one has found out, how can we find it casually."

Then Moody regained his footing, and the two of them walked forward again, towards the castle in the snow.

"We should just rush into Gringotts and catch a bunch of goblins." The corners of Sirius's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cruel smile, "Torture and you'll know everything." ”

Hearing this, Moody raised his head and looked slightly at Sirius beside him, this young man, who belonged to the Order of the Phoenix, many years ago, he was a boy with strong blood, and his heart was full of a sense of justice, although he was sometimes reckless, but at that time he would never show such an expression and do such a thing.

"Stay away from Grindelwald." He said.

"The goblins control the economic lifeblood of the wizarding world, and you suddenly attack Gringotts, what will happen to the money bags of those bureaucratic grandfathers? Will they risk you with your own money because of your hearsay rumors? ”

"So what do we do?" Sirius said indignantly, gasping for breath.

"Wait!"

"Wait?"

"We don't even know if our enemies exist or not, what can we do but wait?" Moody whispered, "Just wait, wait for them to make a move, only then will we have a chance to catch their tails." ”

"Tail?"

The two were speechless to each other.

According to the current situation, Hogwarts is still looking hot, but in fact it is already in a huge crisis.

This kind of crisis is not the kind of crisis of the whole school in the back room.

It's reputational.

At this time, the tournament is taking place, and the slightest accident can bring Hogwarts into disrepute.

He didn't think the goblins could make any plans against Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, but the school under the magnifying glass didn't have room for a speck of dust.

Especially yesterday, when Miss Granger shined.

They need quiet, the castle needs quiet, the whole of English wizards needs quiet.

Spend some time in peace and don't have any surprises.

———— the sky, the snow is bigger.

Water vapor blows from the Atlantic Ocean and carries a steady stream of water to the Scottish Highlands.

After encountering the cold vortex, a powerful snow belt formed over Hogwarts.

Heavy snow is expected to fall for four or five days.

There won't be too good weather throughout December.

The sunny day has to wait until January of the following year.

However, this is not something difficult for young wizards to accept.

It's just snowing. They can stay in the castle and not go out.

In the Hufflepuff lounge, the second day of celebration began again.

Everyone had been noisy all night, and if it weren't for the next day's class, Owen estimated that they would have to celebrate at least the second half of the night.

After the energy was gone, Justin, Ernie, and Susan sat in the armchairs, discussing what the next game would be.

And Owen, who finally had free time, began to think carefully about his heir test.

Unable to help but turn his gaze to the wall, the portrait of Lady Hufflepuff.

Helga Hufflepuff is known to be the greatest wizard of his time.

Yes, the greatest!

With the exception of Merlin, who is a god in the wizarding world, Ms. Hufflepuff's achievements as a 'mortal' are far higher than the other three founders.

Whether it is the Slytherin who left Hogwarts halfway and has not been heard from since, and returned to the future Hogwarts all kinds of holes, or the Slytherin who has not dealt with Slytherin all his life, although he has gone far on the road of magic, but lacks the sleek and reckless Gryffindor of the world.

Or he only values wisdom and does not screen other qualities too much, resulting in Ravenclaw becoming the second most dark wizard academy, and in his later years, Rowena died early because of the death of his daughter.

Lady Helga Hufflepuff is real, dedicating her life to Hogwarts until death finally comes.

In the historical evaluation, her final achievements far surpassed those of the other three founders.

Or even far ahead.

(End of chapter)