Speaking of which, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had a fight, and it was entirely Owen's fault.

He speaks straight, and his head spins fast.

When he was in the school infirmary, when he heard about the recent events from Harry, he easily deduced that old Deng must have guessed part of Voldemort's plan, and then he calculated it, and then he had the rest of the story.

Even Owen doubted that he had even guessed the portkey.

The reason is very simple, if you want to take people away from Hogwarts, there are only those few ways.

Door keys, on the other hand, are the most discreet and effective.

On the face of it, he was undoubtedly gambling with the lives of the young wizards, even though he had done so when he was in first grade.

But Professor McGonagall didn't know that time.

And this time, he miscalculated.

Dumbledore probably didn't expect that all nine young wizards would be teleported away, and that only Hermione and Harry should have been in his plan.

He was confident enough that Voldemort wouldn't kill both of them at once, and that the resurrection ritual might have been revealed to him by Snape.

So Dumbledore understood that Voldemort needed the blood of both of them, so he wouldn't kill them immediately, and that gave him room to operate.

And even - a little bolder.

Snape may have informed Voldemort of his presence at Dumbledore's behest.

Say, Dumbledore may have done something to the little wizard's body or something.

The biggest reason for his boldness, Owen thinks, is not least the news that Snape has brought to him, and his speculation about the state of affairs.

There was another person.

Lucius Malfoy!

Owen hadn't noticed it before, and afterwards, it was also during the days when he was in the hospital bed, and he suddenly reacted, at the beginning- Lucius seemed to have a tendency to deliberately delay time?

Dumbledore was certainly the one who knew that Lucius was now Grindelwald.

Will he take advantage of that?

Ah—in short, in the battle of Azkaban, the three parties involved in the battle, Dumbledore, Voldemort, and the Ministry of Magic can have eight hundred hearts and eyes.

The battle between each other is not pure magic.

And intellectually.

All are laying out, and this is a battle with no losers.

Not even the Ministry of Magic thought they had lost, at least Barty Crouch wouldn't have thought so, and they had recaptured Azkaban, and they had grabbed Dumbledore's pigtails and held him by the handle.

No matter how you look at him, he is the happiest party.

In the hospital room, Harry, Owen, and Hermione sat in the same bed, and he talked about it, enjoying the happiness of the IQ gap, and getting carried away.

Professor McGonagall walked in by chance.

It's embarrassing.

She had come to check on the young wizards.

Then the professor's face darkened.

Without saying a word, he turned around and left the ward.

Enraged, Professor McGonagall immediately went to the old headmaster and had a big fight with him.

The Professor hated Dumbledore's wanton actions and plans to put young wizards in danger, and why didn't he tell her beforehand?

Don't consult with her?

Even if he had 10,000 ways to make sure the little wizard wouldn't get hurt, that wouldn't work!

Besides, listening to Owen's calculations, he miscalculated, didn't he?

Look at Harry, and the two girls, wouldn't it be all right if they didn't lose their lives? Is it such a trivial thing to be tormented by the Mind Piercing Curse?

Professor McGonagall's anger is high!

Even directly threatened Dumbledore that she was going to resign.

For his reckless style, I can no longer work with him.

This matter made a big fuss.

While the little wizards except Harry and Hermione had no idea what was going on, several of them had seen Professor McGonagall tidying up in her office.

Familiar offices are gradually emptied, and a sense of panic is imminent.

The Gryffindors were shocked!

Ah~~~~ The sky has fallen, the ground has sunken, Mr. Meow, it's gone.

Upon hearing the news, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Twins, Seamus, Angelina, and others ran to block the door to Professor McGonagall's office.

After several tugging, mutual promises, and true feelings, in the end, it may be the sincere emotions of the young wizards that melted Professor McGonagall's heart, and in the end, she still did not choose to leave the castle she loved, but this was only on the condition that Dumbledore was assuring her that there would be no next time.

However, the two still maintained a 'cold war'.

Owen estimates that the Cold War won't end until next semester.

——————

It's another beautiful and pleasant summer day.

The weather at the end of May was enough for the little wizards to wear their shirts.

After his lunch break, Owen was taking a walk in the courtyard.

He held a long piece of parchment paper with a set of schedules he had designed based on Miss Granger's class schedule for next year.

From getting up at half past six every day, exercising for an hour, washing, eating, class, free activities, lunch, lunch break, afternoon class, exercise, free time until dinner, returning to the dormitory at nine o'clock, and resting at ten o'clock.

The row is full.

Of course, although it looks like there are a lot of them, in fact, he has absolutely enough free time for Hermione!

Hogwarts starts at nine o'clock, the standard class is only forty-five minutes, and the class ends at nine forty-five, and Gryffindor only has two classes in the morning one day a week, so most of the time she has an hour and a half of free time before lunch, and classes at one o'clock in the afternoon, even if there are three classes, they will leave school at three forty-five.

Until dinner time at seven, she had plenty of time to do what she wanted to do, and Miss Granger's problem was that she wanted to learn everything, and she had to understand that she had to give up some elective courses, give up some of the required courses of advanced study, and plan her time reasonably.

That's why Owen helped her make this schedule.

As for the last month of the year, and the summer vacation, he has another schedule, well-mm-mm, until September when the fifth grade is the node, and the goal is to fatten her twenty pounds! (about 18 catties)

Before he knew it, he had walked into the doorway.

The marble floor tiles, where human figures can be reflected, illuminate the many young wizards who come and go.

On the walls on both sides of the courtyard, many of the armoured golems that had been erected have now been reduced by half.

Instead, more than a dozen burly figures, each with a silver giant of about a dozen feet, ancient puppets.

They were armed with bows, swords, and spears, and in their headless helmets, there seemed to be a pair of eyes silently watching the hallway.

"Hi, Owen."

He was greeted by a Ravenclaw witch.

She has a very burly build, with wider shoulders than many boys.

"Well, hello." He didn't even lift his head, he walked straight by.

"Sanchez, I have something to ask you!"

Someone else blocked his way.

Owen put down the parchment in his hand with some impatience, "What are you doing, Draco, pestering you for a broken job, don't bother me." ”

He stepped along, but Malfoy still stood in his way.

"Do you know something about my father, the Dark Lord is back, but he is not in a hurry at all, he always writes to me these days to ask me to contact you more."

"Huh?" Owen frowned, then took a step back.

"I'm not interested in men, well—not even women's clothing. So stay away from me, and watch out for Miss Granger beating you up! ”

With that, he sideways away from Malfoy and walked straight into the Great Hall.

Behind him, Draco was gritting his teeth and staring at Owen's back.

He could vaguely feel that his father had a secret, and that it was related to Owen, but he had no way of knowing it if the other party didn't say it.

And Owen, he swaggered into the auditorium.

It's early afternoon, and the sun shines through the glass, casting a golden glow through the hall.

In the distance, he saw Hermione sitting on a Gryffindor bench, discussing something with Harry and Ron.

She should have just woken up from her lunch break, and this year's schedule, she has already begun to be forced to stick to it for a week.

Upon approaching, Owen saw Hermione holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand, and her face was very unsightly.

Or even say - a little gloomy.

"What's wrong?" He said.

"Owen!" When she saw him, her face instantly returned to normal.

"What else could it be?" Harry took over and said irritably, "Look what Rita Skeeter says in the newspapers!" ”

He tossed the newspaper over.

Owen grabbed it casually, only glanced at the title, and a sneer appeared in his heart.

"The Ministry of Magic regulates Hogwarts, Dumbledore may leave the headmaster"

"It's crazy that they're trying to get rid of Dumbledore!" Ron said, his eyes filled with incredibleness.

"Don't worry, it's just a temptation." Owen just skipped the content. That thing that doesn't have nutrition looks just pure disgusting people.

"Temptation?" Harry said.

"Do you understand sausage tactics? Today, I will release the news that Dumbledore is leaving, and tomorrow I will find a lot of his black history, and then contact and monopolize the board of directors, and squeeze him out of the headmaster position little by little. Owen shrugged his shoulders and said in the tone of a passerby, "You can't really force Dumbledore to resign in one breath, then the people will strongly oppose it, and you have to take it step by step to achieve the final goal."

Well, this story was a week ago, and I guess they've already started the next step. ”

"So what do we do? We must fight back, and Hogwarts cannot do without Professor Dumbledore. Harry said urgently, his eyes widening.

"Find Luna to publish an article in 'Singing Contrarian' against the Ministry of Magic, or—" Owen rubbed his chin, "grab Rita Skeeter." ”

"Catch Rita Skeeter?" Harry was stunned, "How did we catch Rita Skeeter, she's not at Hogwarts." ”

"Who said she's not there?" Hermione spoke suddenly. "She's here."

“？” Harry stared at her, "Where?" ”

"I've finally figured out how she's eavesdropping on someone's secret conversation when she's not supposed to be in the venue." Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, and a not-so-friendly smile appeared on her lips.

"How did she do it." Harry asked.

"How did you figure it out?" Ron asked, too.

"She's in such a hurry, remember the week we came back from Azkaban?" Hermione said happily, "Even the Minister of Magic wasn't allowed to ask us about where she took our picture from?" ”

"And you didn't notice that those pictures were at night, when we were asleep.

"So she must have snuck in." Hermione suppressed some smugness and cruelty, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "—she's an unregistered Animagus. ”

"What?" Harry and Ron were taken aback, "Like Sirius and Professor McGonagall?" The two of them said in unison.

"That's right." Hermione nodded, then pulled out a small glass jar with a tiny hole in the top from her jacket pocket.

In the glass jar, there were a few branches and leaves, and a flattened one. A large half-dead beetle.

"She can turn into a beetle."

"You're kidding." Ron's eyes widened, "You won't have her without her."

He pointed to the glass bottle and said incredulously.

"That's right." Hermione shook the glass jar, and the big beetle shook weakly twice, then lay down again.

"You" Harry immediately noticed something unusual, "Hermione, how long have you been holding her?" ”

"How long?" Miss Granger frowned, "Forget, four or five days." ”

"Four or five days!" Harry's eyes widened, "Are you going to kill her thirst and starve?" ”

"How so?" Hermione said casually, "Aren't there a few leaves in the bottle?" ”

"Leaves!" Ron shuddered, then inexplicably moved away from Hermione, a pair of brown eyes constantly looking at her and Owen.

Was it his delusion?

Did Hermione get by Owen?

"You're pointing at her and eating leaves?" Harry had more or less the same expression.

Shocked and looked at Hermione.

"How about that?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Do I still have to raise her and bring her food every day?" ”

She smiled contemptuously, "This is an herb, you won't die if you eat it." ”

"Maybe this way she will be able to get rid of her bad habit of slandering and insulting others."

“.”

Harry and Ron swallowed, looking at Hermione with an inexplicable fear in their eyes.

In fact, they had already noticed that there had been a huge change in Hermione's body, some dark changes, but before, she looked weak, and that feeling was not very obvious.

But now—when she regained her spirits, the feeling was palpable.

Harry felt it more than the two.

Because he suddenly remembered the attack on Barty Crouch that day, the spell Hermione used - it was absolutely dark magic.

He remembered now that the Death Eater's iron spell had failed, leaving a terrible scar on his arm.

"Show me the bottle." Owen opened his hand.

"Oh!" Hermione handed it to her.

He took the bottle, then slowly pulled out his wand.

"Owen, what are you going to do!" Harry yelled, "You don't mean to kill her, do you!" ”

"There's this idea." He said flatly, "If I kill her now, then no one will know where Rita Skeeter went?" It's like the world has evaporated. ”

"But—she's something, and she deserves to be killed." Owen snorted lightly, "It's either a Death Eater, or a goblin, or some other dark wizard, a tabloid reporter, and she's worthy of it." ”

With that, his wand lit up and he unleashed a spell that made Hermione's eyelids jump.

"Regent!"

In the next second, all the secrets were revealed in his mind like a cloud, which was all the memories of Rita Skeeter in the past five days.

Then, he closed his eyes lightly, settled about two meters, and then opened them.

Then he stared at Hermione with a straight look.

"Stop your research in that empty classroom under the Forbidden Book Zone, Miss Granger, it's not going to do you any good."

Under the forbidden area, before the steps leading to the underground chamber, there is a room full of miscellaneous items, about the size of a library.

In Rita Skeeter's memory, Hermione used this as bait to lure her into the bait, and she discovered some of Hermione's secrets.

"Why!" Miss Granger said stiffly. There was no intention of backing down.

"Because it will lose hair, and that kind of magic will make wizards bald." Owen made a joke, but there was no smile on his face, "Do you think it's going to be that simple?" ”

"I know what I'm doing."

"You don't know." Owen grabbed her shoulder.

He did influence Hermione in some way.

She even began to study the dark arts like he did.

What happened to him in the dream week, can he not know?

And now, it's just because of ancient magic, the principle of returning to sexuality, so that he will not be affected by the spirit of black magic, but he is the only one.

Because he is the heir!

Those who learn from others live, and those who die like others.

Stop while she's still coming.

He stared at her, and in the end, it was his problem.

He has too many questions to go into detail.

"Whew" He took a light breath, his complicated thoughts gradually stabilized, he had a thousand words in his mouth, and in the end, there was only one sentence left.

"I'm sorry."

Hermione was stunned, the corners of her mouth twitched, and the muscles of her cheeks trembled, as if she was holding back something, "No need to apologize." She said.

"Luna is right."

"You're going to be scared, you're afraid, you're going to be very upset, you're going to feel angry. But you can't.

You must always be full of courage, you must be fearless, you must be persevering, you must not be proud, you must not be stupid, you must not be cautious, you must not accept, you must not care, you must not retreat and escape, and you must not be like an ordinary and ordinary boy...... Just be an ordinary person.

I'm just—" Her eyes were reddened and filled with tears shining brightly, "I just hope I can help you, if one day."

"If, if—if I could do more, if I could actually help you, not just write a book."

"You've done a lot." Owen wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"The way to help others is not just in combat."

"Just because you exist, you're already doing a great favor."

He rubbed her still emaciated cheeks.

"But—"

"I like you, Miss Granger." He said suddenly.

"If I knew more spells, like if I knew what Blurry Illusion was." She was still talking to herself, as if she hadn't heard.

"I love you, Miss Granger." He said again.

Then, gaze at her.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped, as if she had just heard his voice.

Beside him, Harry and Ron couldn't stop laughing.

Then even the other Gryffindor wizards in the distance hurriedly turned their heads to look at the two of them.

"Don't change yourself secretly." Owen grabbed her somewhat flustered hand.

"Maybe you can write a report or something beforehand?"

(End of chapter)