After dinner.

In the common room, Owen continued to tell Hannah the details of the Battle of the Poseidon.

It's all not covered in the newspapers.

The little wizards who listened were stunned.

The blood is swollen!

I can't wait to join in and become a member of the fight against evil.

But after the enthusiasm, everyone's biggest concern - or biggest doubt is still that question.

That's how the Federation covered it up!

After all, it's such a big fuss.

"I don't know." Owen sat in an armchair with a disheveled head, holding a rather thick magic book in his hand, a copy he had found in the Great Underground Warehouse of Ionian City, from which he had learned about the improved Horcruxes.

Including the Pretender, too.

"The federation seems to have set up a new department to take care of this, and I heard from Bill—uh—Ron's brother that they've found a good guy! He's got a way to cover it up, and he'll be able to do it after Christmas! ”

"Capable people?" Hannah: They expressed their doubts.

What a capable man, can he cast a spell on millions of people at the same time?

"Don't ask me, I'm not the president of the federation, the hell knows what their solution is." Owen closed the book and slipped it into his pocket.

"Anyway, they just have a way. Instead of worrying about the Battle of the Sea Gods, you should worry about the Pretender! ”

"Just the kind of monster that can cloak someone else's body?" Ernie said.

"I think Umbridge might be the [Pretender], I suggest reporting her and having the Federation send someone to arrest her!"

"That's right! In the end, there is no need for trial, and he will be imprisoned directly in Azkaban! ”

"Yes!"

Ernie's proposal quickly struck a chord with the young wizards present.

Looking at the way they gritted their teeth, I didn't know that this one named Umbridge was comparable to Voldemort.

The lounge suddenly became noisy.

And at this very moment.

Suddenly, the barrel door opened.

Everyone looked at each other and saw Professor Sprout.

She was still wearing a patched robe, with mud on her legs and cuffs. At first glance, it looks like it has just come out of the greenhouse.

Professor Sprout, who approached, came directly to Owen.

Pull him by the arm, pull him up, lift his arm, pinch his shoulder.

He looked him up and down for a long time.

"It's really not worrying." The professor said with some reproach.

Then he hugged Owen into his arms.

Slap him the back.

The professor is a wizard who knows the inside story of the [Battle of the Sea God], and knows that it was the young man in front of him who fought with the giant at that time.

At the time of Owen's disappearance, she was even more anxious than Dumbledore.

To this end, she has visited several countries in the Mediterranean.

Ask people about his whereabouts.

And this inquiry lasted for weeks.

It wasn't until Owen woke up and sent a letter to several professors and Dumbledore to tell him that Professor Sprout stopped the almost useless visit.

Later, when Owen was treating patients in the Paris hospital, Professor Sprout came to see him.

And offered many herbs to him.

However, as a result, the professor's inventory was insufficient.

So much so that she had to put a lot of effort into growing herbs that would restore the wizard's energy, and she would see Owen less often.

Come to think of it - it's been more than a month since we last met, or even two months ago.

That's why she was so enthusiastic when the two met again.

The professor took his hand and couldn't let go for a long time.

As time passed, Professor Sprout's compassion for the increasingly 'pretty' little wizard in front of him grew.

Now, in addition to the normal teacher-student relationship, the professor has made Owen feel a kind of family and affectionate care.

Unlike Professor McGonagall, who is serious on the surface and kind at heart, Professor Sprout does not hesitate to take care of Owen from beginning to end. Even when he makes mistakes, he will try his best to protect him.

As a result, the other young wizards were punished by the professor and confined to the professor's office, while Owen, who was arranged by Professor Sprout to go to the greenhouse.

Greenhouses – everybody gets the idea.

It's like a paradise on earth, with spring all year round and fresh air.

The other little wizards, especially the Hufflepuff ones, could naturally see this preference, but none of them objected.

It was Owen, after all.

Who can take them to the Academy Cup three years in a row? (Last year it was Gryffindor, as Hermione won the tournament.) ）

"I know from Dumbledore that you're dealing with enemies that ordinary wizards can't reach, but—" Professor Sprout pulled him and said in a gentle tone, "You still have a backbone, but don't forget you're a Hufflepuff student."

Hufflepuff would never allow such a thing to happen alone. ”

"Uh-huh, I know, Professor. I'm a true Hufflepuff! Owen nodded, and then said solemnly.

"Humph! You! More Godric than Gryffindor! The professor quipped. This is something that Owen often said when he was with Hermione.

"I just hope you don't have to carry everything yourself." She reached out and stroked Owen's supple hair, "Uh-huh—it's getting more and more like a girl." ”

“.”

"Okay, you can rest early, I heard about you staying up all night in the hospital." Professor Sprout continued softly, "The second greenhouse is a lot less depressed than you take care of. ”

"Come and see it often."

"I will, Professor!"

Professor Sprout was always so gentle and compassionate.

She reached out and straightened Owen's clothes, then nodded to the other young wizards.

He then left the lounge.

As an expert in herbalism, Professor Sprout was limited in her ability to provide Owen, and all she could do seemed to be mentally inspiring.

After this little episode, everyone's enthusiasm weakened a lot, and they were a lot more restrained, warm as a spring breeze, and after looking at each other and smiling, they all went back to their bedrooms.

The night was getting deeper.

Outside the castle, the cold wind raged.

The room was warm as spring.

His bed was neat and clean, as if someone was cleaning it every day.

Lying in bed, soon Owen fell asleep.

Professor Sprout guessed right, he slept in the moonlight at one or two o'clock these days, and there was no way - in order to compress the time and get out as soon as possible, he had to work crazy overtime.

If it weren't for the explosion of his body's support, which was gradually approaching the perfect state of the human species, I am afraid that he would have died suddenly.

Guessing the time, Owen woke up around half past ten.

At this time, the dormitory is still brightly lit.

Justin and Ernie are playing crackling cards. It's a pleasure to kill.

To play the right cards, first divide the cards evenly among all players, face down, so that everyone does not know what cards they are playing before they are played.

After that, starting with the dealer, each player discards in a clockwise direction. If two cards of the same pattern appear in a row, you can reach out and clasp the pile and shout "Get it right!" ”

The one who shouts first wins the entire pile. If there are no paired cards, one player shouts "Catch the right one!" The player loses the catch and needs to give each of the other players a card from their hand.

When someone has no cards in their hand, they quit the game and the other players continue to play until one player gets all the cards and wins.

However, since it is a magic card, here, after failing to hunt ghosts, the hand will explode.

Of course, it won't be serious, but it will also be a blast head, and a limited edition black skin.

On the other side — Zacharith Smith himself was looking at a photo album — and don't get me wrong, it wasn't a picture, it was a picture of a chocolate frog, and like most young wizards, he loved to collect cards.

Today is the year of the explosion of chocolate frog pictures, and manufacturers are crazy.

A [Battle of the Poseidon] has emerged a large number of heroes, and these people can be made into chocolate frog cards.

Generally speaking, the more famous wizards are, the more cards they have, such as Dumbledore, who is the most popular card, and almost every young wizard will have a picture or two of his chocolate frog.

And this year's most produced chocolate frog picture character is naturally Hermione Granger, who won the Order of Merlin and the title of Hero of War.

The second is Owen, who has quite a few of his own.

Compared to the rare Victor's chocolate frog picture.

The Twins would have had the opportunity to share a chocolate frog picture with Victor, where three names appear on a card.

But they voluntarily gave up.

They are convinced that one day, they will be featured in the chocolate frog because of their great invention.

"Huh? It's so late, what are you going out for? ”

Owen's action of putting on his shoes and dressing naturally attracted Justin's attention.

"Date!" Owen said succinctly.

"Oh!" Justin and Ernie dragged their voices, "It's such a cold day? ”

"You know what. Cold can make the girl hug tighter! Owen tilted his head and said confidently. Learn something! ”

"Oh - learned, learned, learned!"

The two of them watched Owen leave the bedroom with smiles on their faces.

The lounge was quiet, and the portraits were asleep.

Passing through the barrel door, there is a warehouse tube with countless oak barrels.

The walls were red, and there was an insignificant fire on the metal gondola overhead.

The red walls here are also covered with portraits.

Some had fallen asleep, some hadn't, and they were still greeting Owen as he passed by.

A short walk forward will reveal a huge spiral staircase.

At this time, in addition to portraits, there were more cabinets and other things on the walls, and there seemed to be some miscellaneous things inside.

Sometimes, when you pass by these cabinets, the contents will suddenly spew out, and it is not a magic trap, but a Peeves who is causing trouble, and the guy will often hide in these cabinets to scare the little wizards who pass by.

After coming up the spiraling staircase, a fork in the road appears in front of a mural of a shepherd.

On one side of the spiral staircase down, there will be the Potions Classroom, Snape's office, and the Slytherins' common room, and on the other side, the auditorium.

However, since the tower where the observatory is located is not here, Owen will have to go to the first floor, then go through the corridor that leads to the small door next to the main seat in the Great Hall, turn right at the end of the road, and leave the Hogwarts Great Hall building and cross a drawbridge to the other buildings.

That's why the little wizards don't like astronomy classes very much, it's the middle of the night, and you have to cross the suspension bridge, which happens to be a wind duct, and the wind on both sides can instantly give you a sense of what is called the temperature of Scottish winter.

After crossing the suspension bridge and pushing open the gate, the warmth of the moment can make everyone feel like they are living after the catastrophe, and the building where the observatory is located is decorated with a more refined and brand-new look than where they are located.

The marble on the ground reflected the figure like wax, and the ornaments on both sides were renewed, and even the armor looked more powerful.

In the intricate corridor, choose to just come in, turn right on the second right, then go all the way forward, turn right again at the end of the corridor, and after a few more steps, you will see a rather beautiful staircase.

It was seven or eight feet wide, with intricate carvings on the marble steps, mainly in cool colors, escalators on either side, and a statue of an eagle spreading its wings around the corner.

Take the staircase to the fourth floor and pass through a large public platform with many seating sofas, a sky-blue carpet on the floor, and planets carved into the wooden floor.

Full of Ravenclaw style.

Then the point came that the fourth floor had doors that led to many places, some of which were faculty offices, some of which were storage rooms, and some of which were classrooms.

The alchemy classroom is in this building.

Victor's office is also there.

There was also Hermione's arithmetic divination.

You'll have to find exactly one of these similar-looking doors—behind which is a staircase leading to the higher floors.

The trick lies in the fact that in front of the right door, there is a portrait of an astronomical telescope and a globe.

There are no other road signs.

It's no wonder that little wizards get lost in the castle.

This kind of route - you can't necessarily find the right one with a map.

Pushing open the door, the stairs inside were extremely narrow, about three people side by side.

The towering walls on either side are plastered with portraits of wizards and their inventions that contributed to the advancement of astronomy.

Climb and climb - on the eighth floor or so, there will be a classroom on the right side of the stairs, and this is the astronomy classroom.

Most of the time, though, young wizards don't take classes here, unless it's raining, cloudy, or something.

Don't think about it, just keep climbing the stairs.

Crawl and crawl again - do you know why we hate astronomy class so much?

The staircase also changed from marble to wood, then iron, and finally no longer a spiral staircase, but a normal iron staircase pouring at forty-five degrees.

You'll need to climb onto a platform built outside the building.

The height here should be about the twelfth or thirteenth floor.

It is the highest place in Hogwarts.

"Whew!"

Owen leans against the wall, your uncle's.

This hellish place really didn't come from people.

His chest was hot, but his face was shivering with the cold wind from above.

It's a fire and ice sky.

The top floor is a platform with high ceilings and several stone pillars.

The metal bracket creaks underfoot, and in the center is a huge model of the orbit of the planets of the solar system.

There were several blackboards on the wall behind Owen.

Ahead - there are a lot of telescopes in front of the guardrail, and a huge astronomical telescope.

In the distance, there are majestic snow-capped mountains and endless forests.

Here, you can see the whole of Hogwarts Castle and everything around it.

"Are you really not cold?"

Sure enough, Hermione arrived earlier than he could.

As soon as he climbed onto the platform, he saw Hermione on the other side of the guardrail looking through the telescope, observing the village of Hogsmeade in the distance.

Owen ran over quickly, opened his arms directly, and hugged her into his arms. Then he buried his head behind her collar.

Hehe-hey - after someone blocked the wind, it was really warm!

Hermione shuddered, her body trembling visibly, and after hearing the voice in her ear, she had reached into her waist and withdrew her hand holding the wand.

She didn't speak, just leaned quietly into the boy's arms.

The cold wind blows from the face, but there is a lasting warmth behind it.

And so it went on for a long time.

It wasn't until the two suddenly heard a sound under their feet that they hurriedly separated.

"Actually, we can live together." Owen whispered in her ear.

They could indeed live in Hogsmeade secretly, and as long as there were no accidents, there would certainly be no accidents.

Hermione didn't respond, just glared back at him, not knowing whether to agree or disagree.

But Owen didn't have time to think about it.

Because of the platform beneath his feet, the footsteps on the metal steps were getting closer.

"Who could it be?"

In fact, Owen was also puzzled, that person should not be able to appear at Hogwarts, right, could it be entrusted to someone else?

No, this kind of thing can still be commissioned?

Accompanied by the doubts of the two.

Ten seconds later, a figure walked out of the staircase.

"How so?" Hermione stared at the figure in front of her in disbelief, then suddenly turned to look at Owen.

The shocked countenance was even greater.

"You?" Owen squinted, looked at the visitor carefully, and after a few moments he saw a slight brow.

"You're really working hard, and I don't know what the toad's compound decoction tastes like."

Yes - it turned out to be Umbridge!

Or rather, someone else in Umbridge's appearance.

"It's disgusting." The snarky face said coldly.

"For so long, I thought you had given up on our agreement." 'Umbridge' stared at Owen, she took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

Hermione immediately drew her wand, and although she didn't know what deal Owen had with the fake Umbridge in front of her, it was always right to be vigilant.

"I've been a bit busy lately." Owen reached into his arms, searched for a moment, and then took out a black journal from the inside pocket of his coat.

Then, he threw it at Umbridge.

"By the way, you pretended to be Umbridge and entered Hogwarts just for this? The Ministry of Magic still has your people? ”

"No—" The visitor caught the journal, his eyes flashing with ecstasy, but the emotion was quickly suppressed by her, "I don't have that much free time to pretend to be someone. ”

She put the journal away and looked up at Owen, "No one has, and do you think that after the events of the previous year, this kind of trick can still be mixed under Dumbledore's nose?" ”

The year before last?

Was it the Death Eaters besieging Hogwarts?

Owen knew this and nodded, agreeing with her words.

The old headmaster is no more than ever, a strange wizard, he will really secretly cast a dementor mind, inadvertently.

Not exactly skimming through your memory, but just looking at some.

There is no way, the world is becoming more and more malicious, and the old headmaster can't be left alone.

"No matter how subtle the imitation is, it is not as good as me."

"So the school's Umbridge is real, oh-I see." The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly, "Let really wander around the castle, and you, you just need to pretend to be her identity when necessary, so you choose to come here in the middle of the night." Because Umbridge is really asleep, even if you are bumped into in the castle, you will not be suspected, as long as you two don't show up at the same time. ”

"Seconds! Since your brain was cured, IQ has reoccupied the high ground? ”

"Hmph—" The fake Umbridge laughed coldly, she had been cured, in the most brutal way, and at the hands of the man in front of her—no, it wasn't cured at all—she had fallen into a deeper hell.

"Oops! Is the look so resentful? Owen seemed to see through what was going on in her heart. Strictly speaking, you have to thank me! ”

"At least—you've improved your Occlumency after I've messed around with you, and it's not an exaggeration to call yourself a master of Occlumency. Oh - by the way, have you tried casting a Patronus Charm? Can it be successful? ”

Owen's eyes lit up, this was his research all along, and he was eager to know the results.

"Take—" Fake Umbridge also pulled an item out of his pocket.

She tossed it gently.

A golden cup that reflects the moonlight in the air.

Owen caught it steadily.

It's their Hufflepuff theirs.

Helga Hufflepuff's gold cup, which has two finely worked solid gold handles, and the body of the cup is carved with symbolic and exquisite carvings, which are indistinguishable from the legend.

Of course, just by the evil aura faintly coming from the cup, he knew that it was definitely the real thing, not a fake thing.

"Call the gods and call the guard—"

The next second, Fake Umbridge suddenly drew his wand, and then waved it violently—the tip of the walnut wand, shaking, spitting out endless silver substance, the silver mist entangled in the air, and gradually a snake writhed out of the silver mist.

Because it was a patronus and glowed with silver light all around it, Owen couldn't see the quality of the snake clearly, and from the eyelashes on its eyes, he could roughly guess that it should be a poisonous snake.

"Don't send letters with owls." Fake Umbridge Road.

"I'll use the Patronus to contact you if needed."

"Wow!" Owen looked at the snake crawling in the air with satisfaction, "You can really summon a Patronus!" Miracle! ”

Then his gaze slowly moved down, refocusing on the annoying face, "What, you don't trust Lucius?" ”

"No one will trust him." Fake Umbridge said.

"The Dark Lord doesn't trust it either, it's just that he's still useful!"

(End of chapter)