However, there is little point in dwelling on the strength and weakness of the enemy at present.

It was imperative that he first find a cure for himself from the principles of ancient magic that Dean Bridged had given him.

He kind of understood why Dean Bridged said that the wizard who became the anchor would be insane and delirious.

It's just this whisper and nightmare.

Not many people can bear the mental torture alone, not to mention that such torture may last a lifetime.

Death doesn't end.

Because the owner of the Blur Illusion is the outer god, once the soul dies and enters the Blur Illusion, it will be sincere.

If you don't want to become meat, you're really desperate.

Thinking about it, Owen couldn't help but rub his forehead, obviously he had slept for a day, but the fatigue seemed to have only eased a little.

He still felt tired, just not as bad.

"You're alright." Justin finally saw that something wasn't quite right with Owen.

He was always energetic and never so sluggish as he is now.

Even when he was studying alchemy, he didn't stay up all day as haggard as he did today.

Besides, he's just gotten up.

"What are you celebrating?" Owen didn't explain much.

There are some things that are said that do no good except to add to their troubles.

"Cedric." "You don't know it, he won, and just now, he passed the second hurdle. ”

"Really?" Owen said with some confusion that it seemed that Professor Sprout had helped him.

Then, without saying anything more, he walked out of the dormitory.

Outside, in the Hufflepuff common room, there was a lot of people, and the little wizards in brown bow ties, waving banners, cheered, and in the crowd was the handsome 'vampire' guy - Cedric.

His cheeks were flushed, and he looked agitated.

The little wizards' praise for him did not let him get carried away, and when Owen appeared on the stairs, he greeted him warmly.

"Hey, Owen, Professor Sprout has cultivated some new and amazing plants, you should really check them out."

"Really?" Owen nodded at him.

"That's right, congratulations." He said.

"The professor is a favor." Cedric smiled a little shyly, he knew that his strength was not worth mentioning in front of Owen, so he didn't show any pride.

But it's also possible that he's used to being modest.

As a Hufflepuff who never turned his back on the good house, Cedric's perfect character symbolizes the spirit of the Badger House.

"Those levels aren't something you can pass with the help of a professor alone." "You should be proud of yourself," Owen said. ”

"Alright, you guys celebrate, I have something." Owen's voice was mixed with a hint of weariness.

He walked through the hustle and bustle and got into the barrel.

"Maybe you should take a break, Owen." Cedric's voice came from behind him: "Don't be too tired. ”

He looked at him with a firm gaze and said, "You look tired. ”

"Hmm." With that, Owen's figure disappeared into the barrel.

Look at his departing back.

Cedric couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

When he went to see Professor Sprout today, he met the professor discussing things with Professor McGonagall, and he heard some of them, and knew that the school seemed to be in some kind of crisis.

He didn't know exactly what it was.

However, Justin tells him that the third-year witch of Gryffindor, a young witch named Ginny Weasley, has been attacked.

Very few people knew about the castle, but it happened that day that a third-year Hufflepuff wizard was being hospitalized because he had bitten his finger from a certain cabbage tree, and he saw it with his own eyes.

Now, he saw Owen's languishing appearance again, which confirmed his thoughts.

The school did get under attack, and Owen knew for absolutely that even the participants, he always did.

Cedric sighed slightly at the barrel, the whole Hufflepuff wizard couldn't figure out why Owen was sorted into Hufflepuff by the Sorting Hat, but he knew.

That's because everyone underestimated their Hufflepuffs, even the young wizards of their own academy sometimes underestimated themselves.

They don't have a ranking of outstanding students.

And I don't brag everywhere either.

Other colleges want students to fight. If you don't get good grades, even the professor can't even remember your name. (Professor Slughorn only wants to make good friends, and Ron, who is not so good, is always called by the wrong name.) ）

But in Hufflepuff, you're never prejudiced.

As long as you eat well, sleep well, study well, and live well, Professor Sprout will be happy.

Even if you go out to fight and make a mistake, the dean will only verbally beat you, and when the matter is over, she will secretly give you a box of coconut ice cream.

So, what kind of students are Hufflepuffs nurting?

Professor Dumbledore once said, "Hufflepuffs don't crave power and fame, they only do the right thing." ”

Hufflepuff will never betray goodness.

And Owen, although what he did seemed absurd and insolent and evil, he never did anything wrong, protecting the school, training the little wizards, fighting the Death Eaters, he was getting further and further away from the right path, and gradually most of the little wizards could no longer see his back.

Maybe this is the kindness that belongs to him alone.

Cedric thought so, especially just now, and I don't know why, when he said the word "rest".

You will taste the bitterness of loneliness in the wind.

———— the other side, Owen walked with heavy steps. I walked up the stairs to the auditorium.

At a glance, behind the rostrum, the second torch really burned.

The glow of the flame of the Hogwarts flag.

There was a large area of Hogwarts wizards in the Great Hall with smiles on their faces.

They celebrated hilariously, some talking and laughing.

Between the words, they would inexplicably sneer at Ilvermorny, and now they disliked the little wizards of this school more than Slytherin.

You can even see that the Slytherin wizards have the same excited expressions.

What could be more exciting than the defeat of a despicable thief?

However, while they were happy, the Gryffindors couldn't help but wonder.

Where does Miss Granger go?

She was the first to solve the puzzle.

Why haven't you cleared the level yet?

"Where's Hermione?" As Owen found a place to sit down, Harry and the twins gathered at once.

"I haven't seen her all day." Harry continued.

"It can't be that Ivermorny's wizards have sneaked up on you." George said.

"They don't have the skills for that." Fred said.

"She's fine." Just as a few people were chattering and arguing, Owen's slightly tired voice immediately sounded, "I added some palliative and dreamless sleep potion to her dinner last night. ”

He said expressionlessly, "I shouldn't have woken up at this time." ”

"Damn." Harry cursed, then looked at Owen in shock, "You're really ruthless. ”

"It's because yesterday Madam Pomfrey said that Hermione often stayed up late, so you." George and Fred had a look of realization, "No wonder she couldn't open her eyes when she didn't go to the Gryffindor Tower last night, I thought she was tired after going through so much!" ”

"But you"

This is nothing to the Twins, who often sneak around and let young wizards test out new prank props, and they are surprised that Owen has only put some dreamless sleeping potions.

It's too cowardly.

"If only Hermione knew about this," Harry interjected, with trepidation.

"I know it, I plan to keep these two potions in the future, and bring her a little bit every dinner, so that for a while, she will probably be able to develop a good habit of going to bed early and getting up late."

"Uh" Harry's mouth twitched, noncommittal to Owen's plan.

Owen could see the displeasure on Harry's face.

It could be that Snape often intimidated them with potions.

After all, he had warned Harry more than once to add some ingredients to his dinner, maybe a truth potion, maybe some other poison, so that he could see how well Harry was boiling their antidote.

This method of poisoning the student first and then making him boil the antidote is indeed very evil, and it is no wonder that Harry is very resistant to his treatment

"Harry, did you see Miss Granger today?" Eating hot chicken thighs, Owen asked.

"Didn't I just say that? I didn't see her all day. Harry said with some dissatisfaction.

"So, it looks like my treatment is working, isn't it?"

Owen suddenly smiled, and then showed a triumphant expression.

"But the dose still needs to be controlled, I should have put too much last night." He bit the chicken leg again and slurred his words, "Sleeping too much is not good for your health." ”

"Huh-"

The three of them were speechless for a while.

But this wonderful atmosphere did not last long, for soon they heard the thunderous voice of a little witch in their ears.

"Owen Sanchez."

She came like a hurricane.

rushed over in a daze, and was going to rehearse domestic violence for Owen in advance.

The boy was unhurried, he grabbed another chicken leg, "I think my treatment plan is still very effective." ”

He said, "It's the first time I took the medicine and I didn't grasp the dosage. ”

"A few more times in the future, and I'll find the perfect dose."

“？？？” The little witch was speechless.

She walked around the other side of the table and sat down next to Harry.

Because she doesn't want to wake up tomorrow night!

It's already dinner.

"It seems that Miss Granger doesn't seem to like my treatment plan." Owen raised an eyebrow and continued, "You can also choose the second option. ”

"What?" The witch put away her fist, then stared at him viciously, and said, Give me a reason not to blow your dog's head.

"I've finished packing up the house in Hogsmeade Village, and in two days, I'll let Dobby go to Diagon Alley to help buy some furniture and then I can get my bag and move in!"

“.” Hermione blushed slightly, then glanced away, well, for a reason she couldn't refute.

"I particularly like the second aspect of treatment."

"I don't like it!" Hermione said loudly with a blushing face.

On the side, Harry looked dryly at Owen and Hermione, who were playing in front of him.

Maybe there was a problem with his taste buds, how did the originally sweet pumpkin porridge in his mouth suddenly lose its taste.

Inexplicably, he was a little envious.

When he can also be with.

Suddenly, for some reason, a red-haired girl popped out of Harry's head

This made him panic instantly, and his two eyes looked around vigilantly.

Call.

It must have been a lot of things going on in the Weasleys lately, and he's dealing with redheads every day — yes — definitely.

"Ahem." Harry, who was a little flustered, coughed dryly twice, and then said distractedly. "By the way, Hermione, when are you going to break through?"

"Me?" After rolling her eyes at Owen and indicating that he wanted to be beautiful, Hermione turned her head, "Tonight." ”

"Uh-you're going to stay up all night again." Owen said.

"It's not all your fault!" Hermione replied angrily, "Let me waste the whole day." ”

"Give."

Hermione was stunned.

"Take it!" Owen said again.

He handed Hermione the chicken thighs from his silver platter.

“？”

"Hurry up and eat, it's good to challenge after eating, you can get the game in dozens of minutes, stay up late or something, it doesn't exist."

"Huh?"

Hermione refused.

She didn't eat anything he handed her again.

Hell knows what condiment he'll add to it.

However, she may have underestimated Owen's tricks and was 'gracious'.

Miss Granger, with a disgusted face, was still poured two bowls of slimy pumpkin porridge and a meatloaf and a chicken leg by him.

If it weren't for the fact that she would have to run for a while, he would definitely be able to pour another bowl.

It's a pleasure to feed Miss Granger.

Especially when she was reluctant and stubborn, she had to drink the porridge with her mouth open, which gave people a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

Her cheeks flushed again as the food went down, and she had been hungry all day, and it was normal to have some sallowness.

At this time, Owen put down the silver bowl very satisfied.

She's too skinny.

Years of staying up late and straining have made Hermione much thinner than in the original books, and skinny may not be called a firewood, but malnutrition is certain.

That is, in winter, everyone is dressed thickly, and you can't find it if you don't look closely, but if it's summer, the emaciated body has nowhere to hide.

Well, it's a long-term plan to get fat for Miss Granger.

On the other hand, Harry wanted to run away when Owen fed Hermione his first mouthful of pumpkin porridge.

He was just stopped by Owen.

Then forced to eat dog food for twenty minutes.

After Owen sent the bowls and spoons, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's free!

But before he could get up and leave, he was pulled by Owen again.

"What do you want?"

"Follow me—" He said, pulling Harry and Hermione along with him to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Familiar by the sink.

Owen put his arm around Harry's neck, pointed to the snake stripe on the faucet and said, "Talk to it." ”

"Huh?" Harry was full of question marks for some reason.

"Snake language, just open the door."

"Oh." Harry nodded, though he couldn't figure out why Owen had told him to do it.

But the basic trust in Owen made Harry make a decision immediately.

He stared at the snake in a daze, trying to believe it to be a living snake.

It wasn't easy, and it took a lot of effort for Harry to get into a state of being after Owen conjured a viper with Transfiguration.

Then the mouth slowly made a 'hiss' sound.

In the next second, the dragon's head emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. The pool also moved. It slowly rose into the air, then disappeared from the sight of the trio, revealing a very thick water pipe at the bottom.

The hose was five or six feet wide (it wasn't that wide, but it was expanded) and could fit several people into it at once.

In fact, it doesn't look like a water pipe at all, it's more like a slide, and the surface is very smooth and even shiny.

"This," Hermione was a little nervous, "isn't that cheating on our part." ”

"It doesn't count." Harry and Owen said in unison.

"If I just give you the map for the next level inside, that's called cheating."

“.”

"Here's for you." As he spoke, he pulled out a horn from his pocket with the kind of soft rubber tail that would make a sound when pressed down.

"Press it and it will speak snake language." Alchemy props.

You can't take a Harry Potter with you

He shoved the little horn directly to Hermione, and before the little witch could say anything to refuse, he pushed her down half-pushing.

"Come back early!" Owen's voice echoed through the hose, as if Hermione was going shopping.

"Owen—" Harry looked at him with a sneer.

Why did you call him when you have such a thing!!

"What do you want me to do?" Owen glanced at Harry, then coughed dryly, "Do you understand how to participate?" Engagement! ”

"If Harry Potter hadn't read the snake language, it would have been a secret room, and I would have felt that something was missing."

“.”

Are you sick at the tower?

Harry roared inwardly, but with concern on his face, he said, "There won't be any danger down there!" It looks so dark, so narrow. ”

He looked at the dark hole, which didn't look like he could easily walk through.

"There won't be any danger down there, right?"

"No, it won't." Owen waved his hand and said confidently, "It's just a few little surprises that will make Hagrid heartbroken, it's normal to rest assured."

“？？？” Harry's face turned white all of a sudden. Hagrid!!!

Something that can break his heart? What kind of monster does that have to be

"There won't be any sphinxes in there." Harry guessed in a trembling voice.

"How- it's just a Chimera or something." Owen half-jokingly.

"You're not as good as a sphinx!"

"Don't worry, they're all very scattered magical little beasts, and there's no danger at all."

"Each of the selected magical little beasts has been certified by Professor Victor. He's a professional, and you can trust Hagrid, but you have to trust Professor Victor. Owen patted Harry on the shoulder and said solemnly.

"But." Harry wanted to retort.

But before he could continue to speak, the sound of flushing the toilet suddenly came from the bathroom.

The two subconsciously turned their heads to look.

In one of the compartments, a woman's head slowly stretched out, and she said in a greasy, regretful tone: "Hee-hee-hee-that dummest man from Durmstrang almost lost his life, hey-he's just a few inches away from being able to accompany me." ”

(End of chapter)