In the second week of June, Hogwarts held its final exams for the semester.

Hermione was exempt from this exam because she was one of the Hogwarts Warriors.

This is undoubtedly good news.

After racking their brains for a week, after walking out of the classroom of the last exam, everyone did not feel too relaxed, but a little lost.

Even the air was filled with the smell of parting.

The young wizards from the other schools took advantage of this last week to go on a shopping spree in Hogsmeade Village.

It was as if they were going to empty the whole town.

Snacks that are usually reluctant to buy, and milk tea that are reluctant to drink are all served.

There are also gifts for friends and family, bringing some British specialties or something.

Of course, Owen will definitely not let go of this good opportunity to make money.

His small bubble tea shop moved into a bigger store.

The product has also been updated and iterative, and has developed to more than a dozen.

Many of them are very popular varieties.

In addition, the Weasley Alchemy Workshop of the Weasley Twins has also begun to exert its strength.

Every day, a steady stream of young wizards would walk into their shop to buy all sorts of pranks, as well as some trendy alchemy items.

For example, the surfboard used by Hermione in the competition.

It was actually a flying skateboard, and George and Fred were going to make a more 'cool' flying prop.

And the mask Hermione was wearing.

In addition to providing breathing, its appearance can also animate, and if you wear a lion mask, you can grow a lion's head, which is very interesting.

And in this wave of shopping.

Naturally, there are also Owen and Hermione.

With Hermione's budget-conscious personality, she didn't spend all her money on this toy, and of course she wasn't old-fashioned, and sometimes she would buy herself some fun magic gadgets, but she would buy them once a year.

But who just won the tournament for her?

In addition to the Goblet of Fire, she also received a generous prize of three thousand Galleons.

That's a lot of money, in every sense of the word.

Three thousand Galleons is enough for a wizarding family for five years.

This has to be a thriving family like the Ron family.

You must know that Mr. Arthur's salary is less than seven hundred Galleons a year, and he has to support a large family.

This shows how rich this money is.

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Hogsmeade's central street.

Two figures suddenly stepped out of the unknown path on the street corner.

That's Owen and Hermione.

A bustling stream of people walked past them, most of them tilting their heads and marveling at the streetscape on either side that was different from the wizarding world.

So didn't notice both of them.

It's more like a Muggle walk somewhere in London.

Asphalt streets.

In the flower beds of the central street, huge oak trees are lit up and small flags from the four magic schools flutter in the wind.

On both sides, most of the shops have large floor-to-ceiling windows instead of marble.

On these glasses, bright colors shine brightly.

The light gradually weaves into a fixed shape, either a text or a photograph.

Most of them are store signs or advertisements.

Stand on the street and look ahead.

Those neon lights lit up by magical interactions have brought unprecedented changes to this ancient land.

In a trance, there was a bit of cyberpunk flavor here.

"Regarding Rita Skeeter, her latest reports don't seem to have caused much trouble."

Hermione held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand, looked at it briefly, folded it up and put it in her pocket.

"This is already the third story."

"Of course it won't help. Your approach to writing is wrong. ”

Owen took her hand and walked down the street in the brightest light.

Ever since they had put Rita Skeeter back, Hermione had written several reports about Dumbledore herself, presumably about his life and his exploits, and had Rita Skeeter publish it in the newspaper under her name.

I want to use this to win back the hearts of the people who are increasingly led astray by the Ministry of Magic.

But with little success. It can be seen from the fact that people in Hogsmeade Village began to criticize Dumbledore, and that her carefully prepared articles did not have any effect at all.

"How?" Hermione frowned, not understanding what Owen meant, her article had been written in detail and touching enough, and she had also found a few professors and staff officers to ensure that there was no problem with the authenticity and rigor of those stories, so what could be wrong?

"Who is Rita Skeeter's audience?" Owen sneered and tightened his grip on Hermione's hand, reminding her that the next words were important. "They just want to see the curious, the dark side of the hero, the debauchery behind loyalty, loyalty comes from betrayal, etc., and the more you want to write properly, the more no one wants to read it.

Not many people want to understand the turbulent heart of a wizard, what they prefer to see is the emotional disputes of the eccentric sisters, and how many girlfriends have been exchanged with lead singer Myron Wagtel, just like Kluet's rumored girlfriend, hasn't this changed four or five places? ”

As he spoke, Owen chuckled softly, his tone full of mockery, and then continued: "Before we completely did not have the medium to control public opinion, although this kind of conspiracy theory, these strange news is very offensive, but it is indeed the biggest way to attract the attention of wizards.

You could try to write about conspiracy theories about the Ministry of Magic, such as implying that the Minister was complicit with Voldemort and secretly handing over Azkaban to the Death Eaters, or writing about the unknown side of Professor Dumbledore, such as the love story between him and my grandfather.

In short, you have to write some conspiracy theories and untold hunting stories to make a point.

Well—you can go to Luna and ask her to help you write one, and then you can change it. ”

"Luna?" Hermione blinked, it was a good idea, she was very talented at it.

The two of them traveled to the very center of Central Street, opposite a drink shop called MIXI ice cream &tea.

On the door plate, the colorful brilliance forms several huge gears, and the gears are interdependent and constantly turning.

From time to time, fireworks erupt from the signboard.

The brilliant light can be seen from dozens of feet away.

The flames manifested words in the air.

—Weasley's Alchemy Workshop.

There is a constant stream of people in front of the door, so you will never know where its entrance is.

The two squeezed into the store with the crowd.

Suddenly, a pink fountain appeared in front of me.

Under the fountain are all kinds of bottles and jars, and the products of the Wonder Witch series are all here.

Aphrodisiac.

Daydream spells. (Just recite a spell and you'll be in for a high-quality, stunningly realistic thirty-minute daydream — side effects include a glazed expression and slight drooling.) ）

Pygmy cattail.

Ten seconds to laugh out of the pustule special effect.

Of course, the first two of the above four products are not sold to young wizards under the age of sixteen.

In addition, such as boxing binoculars, dung eggs, telescopic ears, headless hats, automatic answering quills, and so on.

There are all sorts of flying paper butterflies in the air, which will take the little wizard's needs out of the cabinets that can't see the ceiling and hand them to him.

And the little wizard only needs to stand still and shout.

Of course, the consequence of this is that the whole store is a mess.

"Get me a magic surfboard."

"It's called a flying skateboard, thank you!" I don't know where the twins got a little fourth-year wizard who is working as their clerk.

"So it can't surf in the Black Lake!"

"Yes!" The tall, dark-skinned, black-haired boy said with a smile.

"Then it's a surfboard! I've seen Granger come out of the water! ”

"Sorry, we don't sell surfboards here."

"Well—" The boy was annoyed, pointing to the metal plate on one side of the cabinet, "whatever your name, give me that." ”

"That?" The clerk asked.

"You!"

Owen approached.

It was discovered that the clerk was Dean Thomas, a half-blood wizard born in the Muggle world, his father was a wizard, but was killed by Voldemort in the First Wizarding War, and her mother took him back to the Muggle world to live a Muggle life.

If it weren't for Hogwarts, he would never have known that his father was a wizard.

Dean Thomas, still with a cold face, said very stiffly, "Which one is that, I don't know what you want?" ”

"You!" The boy blushed and gritted his teeth, probably thinking of killing Thomas in his heart.

"It's that skateboard."

"What a flying skateboard, we don't have such a commodity."

"You-"

Saying that, the two goods are about to fight.

It's a pity that the little wizard could beat Dean.

As Harry's classmate, he certainly knew a lot of spells.

Like a basic petrification spell or something, it's still easy to cast.

And then—the poor junior wizard stiffened, and fell to the ground like a stone with a thud.

"Next!" Dean, who had withdrawn his wand, continued to smile without smiling.

And this was naturally seen by Owen and Hermione, who came in together.

Miss Granger grimaced and unleashed the spell on the little Slytherin wizard.

Little one, I probably only started school this year.

First grade only.

Seeing this, his face was full of confusion, especially when he looked at Miss Granger's bow tie on her chest, which represented Gryffindor.

That fleshy face suddenly poured out a lot of grievances.

Then he gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitched, and bean-sized tears streaked across the tip of his nose, dripping onto his clothes and wetting his lining.

The choked voice gradually grew louder and louder.

Eventually, it turned into a howling and crying.

The cries rang from near to far, and finally attracted the wizards in the entire shop to turn their heads sideways.

He tugged at the corner of Miss Granger's satin-trimmed blue and white bragi dress.

I couldn't stop the tears.

The kid—Owen glanced at it.

He was also a Muggle-born wizard.

Yes - Slytherin House is home to Muggle-born wizards, and although they are quite rare, they do exist.

According to the credo pursued by the Slytherin group of young wizards, it was hard to imagine how miserable these little Muggle wizards would be.

The most important thing is that Snape will definitely not care about this kind of thing, so that he will not be exhausted by a few Muggle wizards.

This is a school of magic, and God knows what kind of school violence and cold violence he will experience.

As for Dean, he was just putting on the inherent arrogance of Gryffindor towards Slytherin.

But for this little guy, this may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Owen stepped forward and patted Dean on the shoulder.

Then she looked at him with a meaningful look.

"Gryffindor deducts ten." He said.

And Dean Thomas gradually turned embarrassed.

It wasn't until Miss Granger wiped the tears from the little boy's cheeks and lifted him up, and looked at him with brown eyes, that Dean shivered as if he had been electrocuted and took a step back.

"Right—I'm sorry!" Suddenly, he lowered his head and bowed solemnly in Miss Granger's direction.

Staring at the girl's brown leather boots, Dean felt a tremendous pressure.

This pressure he only felt when he faced Professor McGonagall.

And now.

He felt it even more.

"Alright." Owen quickly stepped up and played a round.

Pulled Miss Granger over.

Then with a flick of his finger, a skateboard fell on the counter, "I'll give it to you, take it." ”

He handed the skateboard to the little Slytherin boy and rubbed his head, "Like a blue man, you know?" At the beginning of the next semester, I will practice spells and find a chance to take revenge on myself. This guy—" Owen pointed at Dean.

"One of the best in the fourth grade."

The boy hugged his skateboard and smiled more ugly than crying.

Tears were still rolling in his eyes.

The boy in front of him had a face of astonishing beauty, and he looked very similar to the headmaster of Durmstrang.

The long silver and black hair had covered the ears and the neck.

He had a black ribbon tied in pigtails behind him.

Under the broken hair on the forehead, there are a pair of turquoise eyes that seem to come from the afternoon forest, and the eyelashes tremble slightly, giving people a strong sense of amazement and quiet.

He has a strong affinity in his body, just like the warrior with the blood of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and people can't help but feel good about him.

The boy naturally recognized the boy in front of him.

The president of the student council at Hogwarts has reprimanded them at dinner a few times, can you not know each other?

In other words, he had a good time with the student council president, and most of the Slytherins had taken their grievances out on the people in front of them, and few people had troubled him.

But since he fell ill and disappeared for three months, his life began to plummet. The seniors who couldn't find the 'fun' began to trouble him, and although they were all non-lethal pranks, they hurt him greatly.

What is happening today is just an emotional outburst of the backlog reaching its limit and collapsing.

"Hmph—I'll tell Professor McGonagall about this." Miss Granger said earnestly, glaring at Dean before withdrawing her gaze.

Her bunned fluffy hair was tied with crimson ribbons, and the shredded hair on her forehead skimmed her eyes, which added to a certain aura in her.

Then, under the pull of Owen, he pushed open the baffle of the counter, and after entering, he opened the door that hung the sign - internal work, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Behind the shop is the Weasley Twins' studio.

They will research all kinds of alchemical creations here.

This studio was planned when he was still alive.

Later, Harry said that when it came to the final construction, Victor also helped a little.

This was the first time he'd walked in!

"Wardfa?"

As soon as he walked into the studio, Owen couldn't help but let out a puzzled exclamation.

Everything in front of him almost blinded him.

Overhead, on the ceiling, the azure of ancient Runiwen floated like a star.

Complex magic circles entrenched on the walls on both sides, spreading downward.

On top of that, there are a number of metal rails installed on the walls, and there are several metal platforms on which about two people can stand.

He and Hermione were standing on a metal platform with a staircase to the right.

The staircase is embedded in the wall and circles downward.

This house must have been cast with an infinite stretching spell.

Although the Ministry of Magic forbids the misuse of this spell, I don't think the Weasley Twins would take such a trivial matter to heart.

The whole room turned into a huge crater, more than thirty feet (ten meters) in size. He and Hermione held on to the steel handrail and looked down, where there was a large, indiscernible steel behemoth.

Vaguely, Owen could see that the beast's shell looked a bit like an ancient magic golem, but—damn it, it was too big!

Twice as large as the original golem.

Hermione's face was also full of shock - she remembered that when she came here a little over a month, she didn't have this thing?

"Mayay!" With a light in his eyes, Owen walked briskly down the stairs.

The silver hair on his forehead fluttered, like a child seeing a big toy.

When he was able to get the steel beast, he stretched out his hand and banged it, and the cold touch from his palm was exciting.

He noticed the huge azure cube at the core of the steel behemoth's chest.

Isn't this the core of the ancient magic golem he gave to the Twins?

"How's that, handsome or not!" At this time, the twins also spotted the two who broke in. The two stood on the lowest test bench, shouting loudly.

"! It's handsome! ”

Owen looked down and gave them a thumbs up.

Layer by layer, he finally saw the whole picture of this steel beast.

It's about twenty feet to twenty-three feet or so, (six or seven meters or so).

The body is full of all kinds of hideous spikes, the body is slender, and I don't know what it is, anyway, it is not full of blue magic like ancient magic puppets, but more metal components.

Its spine was large, slightly bulging, as if it had a sword stuck in it, and its entire body emitted a faint, dim, silvery-white light.

Impactful!

In a trance, Owen thought that he had come to the world of the Pacific Rim, and the majestic beast in front of him was a steel mecha to deal with the monsters under the sea!

(End of chapter)