"We—wizards and Muggles—are now sitting on powder kegs, and any spark could detonate. And the result is that we will both be blown to pieces! ”

Hermione said worriedly.

No young wizard in the castle is as sensitive to politics as she is.

The newspapers are full of articles about witch trials, which is telling.

Ordinary people want to see fire and light, and as a government, sometimes they are forced to choose to conform to the fierce public opinion.

Because those who swim against the current will be elected.

"It's true that the situation is getting more and more erosive."

Owen said.

He rubbed his chin, "I think there's going to be a result of this, at least before Christmas." ”

"What result?" Hermione tilted her head, and her brown eyes fell on him.

"War!" Owen said flatly.

"Can't you avoid it?"

"If you can think of anything else."

"I," Hermione paused.

The blood of hundreds of thousands.

There is no other way but war.

"Maybe we should try to make it clear to the world that there are good guys and bad guys in wizards, just as there are criminals in Muggles. Can I write for the Daily Mail or The Guardian? Like when we write for the Daily Prophet? ”

"The Muggle world is much more complex than the wizarding world." Owen shook his head, "The propaganda machine has to serve the political forces behind it. How could a Muggle newspaper buy a wizard's account? ”

"But," Hermione paused, "we were on the Hogwarts Express before. You said that the battle of Berlin, in addition to defeating those Yin Corpses, is more important to deter Muggles, doesn't it work? ”

"Yes!" Owen said, "Isn't that a deterrent for more than two months? ”

He smiled, looking a little reluctant, "Otherwise they will immediately go to war with the wizard." It is precisely because of your strength that it will be delayed for so long. ”

“.” Hermione's expression was a little dazed, and with her intelligence, she could certainly understand the truth.

Can.

"Don't think about it." Owen reached out to take her somewhat cold hand and said gently, "Sometimes, we have to admit that when the manpower is exhausted, not all efforts are available, and not all expectations will go in the direction we expect.

On the other hand, it is not all bad for two races to fight, at least after experiencing war and facing the cruelty of war, they can maintain peace for the next thirty or forty years.

People are like that – two world wars. ”

"You're right, Owen." Hermione said in a trance, "But I always felt that everything should have been avoided, and it should have been for the better, not for the worse." ”

"Alright." Owen took her hand and got up, "Go out for a walk, don't think about it all the time." The sky is falling, and the tall man is on top first, these are all things that Dumbledore, the president of the Federation, should consider. What are you bothering about! ”

Today is Saturday.

The rally will be tomorrow.

Today should be a day of relaxation.

Just like any other little wizard.

Heartless and enjoying the holiday.

Miss Granger was a little reluctant to go out, but she couldn't resist Owen.

The boy's hand was so strong that she couldn't break free, and after a moment it was as he wished.

The two walked through the winding aisles and exited the auditorium tower.

The sky outside the castle could be covered by a thick curtain of lead ash, so heavy that it seemed to crush the whole world.

The drizzle fell silently like silk, dyeing the earth a moist gray-blue.

In the breeze, there is a damp smell and the fragrance of earth, but it is difficult to dispel the dullness and depression that permeates the air.

The mountains in the distance loom in the rain and mist, as if shrouded in a veil of mystery.

The mountain rain is coming, the wind is getting stronger, and the rain is blowing obliquely into the distance.

Along the way, there are few little wizards, and the weather is already cold in October.

That clammy feeling is like a pervasive needle sticking to the skin, and it is uncomfortable no matter where you go.

Therefore, most young wizards prefer to hide in the lounge, sleep or do their homework.

Owen and Hermione made their way to the bridge.

Further down the hill is the path that leads to the Forbidden Forest on one side and the village of Hogsmeade on the other.

"Even the wind knows that the mountain rain is coming!" Owen leaned against the guardrail, where he could see Hagrid's Cottage in the distance, and the Quidditch pitch on the other side.

Although it was raining, there were still teams training on the court.

As you can tell from the red cape, it's Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

Hermione didn't speak, just stared into the distance with a deep gaze.

She couldn't stop worrying.

About a few minutes passed.

Suddenly, a few black dots flew over the Quidditch pitch.

The black dots are getting bigger and bigger.

It's Harry, they're coming here.

"Training is over?"

Owen watched, and Harry, who jumped from the fire bolt into the covered bridge with great dexterity, said.

"The technique is good!"

"Haha, so-so!" Harry laughed, then wiped the rain from his face.

Hermione stretched out her wand and cast a spell at Harry, when a warm breeze blew and dried Harry's soaked clothes and hair in a few breaths.

"Thank you!" Harry said.

"Isn't it raining all of a sudden?"

"It was just a light rain, and now it's getting heavier and heavier. Had to stop training. ”

With that, the other Quidditch players also arrived on the bridge.

Everyone greeted each other and hurried towards the castle.

On a cold day, they genuinely miss the fireplace in the lounge.

Ginny didn't stay either.

She said she was slimy, rain and sweat seeped into her underwear, and now she was rushing to take a shower.

Harry and Ron, the two rough men, didn't care, they felt refreshed after drying their clothes with the spell.

"You'll also train on rainy days." Owen said.

"So we're champions four years in a row." Harry said proudly.

The fourth year did not hold a Quidditch tournament because of the tournament, and this year's tournament has not yet begun.

Speaking of which, Harry did just that, and he hadn't lost a title since he joined the Quidditch team.

But this is both an honor and a burden.

The more this happened, the more he feared that his winning streak would be broken.

Therefore, the training is becoming more and more rigorous and diligent.

"That's right." Owen shrugged, Hufflepuff wasn't interested in Quidditch anyway. Professor Sprout is not a big Quidditch fan like Professor McGonagall, and they just have to try not to be at the bottom of the game.

Every year, he and Ravenclaw fight for one and two, counting down

Only in his third year, Ravenclaw beat Slytherin once and finished second.

"Where are we going now?" Ron said with his broom.

"Hmm-" Harry stood on the covered bridge and looked into the distance, his gaze falling on Hagrid's hut.

"Perhaps, we can check out Hagrid for a hot cup of tea."

"Uh," Ron said suddenly, "He's still mad at us because we didn't take his classes." ”

"Gotta get it out! Are we going to break up with Hagrid? Harry said.

"Okay!"

Ron nodded.

Then the group raised their wands, conjured up umbrellas, and then walked along the mountain road to Hagrid's hut.

"Anyway, how is your relationship with Slughorn? Have you completed Dumbledore's mission? On the way, Owen suddenly talked about Slughorn.

It was also Grindelwald's letter, and the reason for his speculation that Slughorn might know something.

"Not so good." Harry frowned and shook his head, "Every time I talk about Voldemort and Regulus decades ago, he always leaves the subject aside. ”

"I've tried a lot of things."

"Now Slughorn is pushing me."

"To be honest, you should just take the mind directly, it's simple and rude." Ron said bluntly.

"How can it be that simple." Hermione spoke appropriately, "I think Slughorn must be a master of Occlumency, maybe not as good as Professor Dumbledore, but not bad either." If he hadn't said it, there would have been no way we would have pried his head open. ”

"Pry his head off" Harry glanced at Hermione, feeling that the girl in front of him was a little scary.

"Old fellow." Owen pouted, "Sometimes I really envy the dark wizard who can do whatever he wants. ”

"What do you want to do?" Hermione immediately looked at the boy warily.

"Nothing—it's just a sigh."

"It's better to sigh." She said, "Slughorn is a professor at Hogwarts now, so you can't be rude to the professor." ”

"And what about Umbridge?" Ron interjected.

"That's different!" Hermione replied irritablely.

"Somewhere is different."

"It's just different. What did she do, did you forget? ”

Looking at Miss Granger, who was a bit of a lion, Ron quickly stopped, "Uh-okay." You're right. ”

Hearing this, a girl who was in a bad mood suddenly had a stunned expression and stared straight ahead.

The crowd hurriedly looked ahead.

Bakar, the Australian albumen-eyed, was now rolling in the pumpkin patch outside Hagrid's yard, clutching the beavers running around.

Owen suddenly felt angry, he looked down at his feet, found a stone, and threw it at it.

The stone tore through the wind, squeezed through the rain, and hit the wild dragon's skull.

"Dong's" life is like smashing on pig iron.

Suddenly attacked, Bakar raised his head, his wings spread, his sharp teeth exposed, and a pair of jeweled eyes like stars staring angrily ahead.

"What are you hitting it for?" Hermione glared at Owen and beckoned to Bakar.

The next second the dragon left and flailed its wings, burrowing into Miss Granger's arms like a feathered arrow.

"Hmph—it's just not cool." Owen said.

"What about Shylock? Where did the feral cat go? ”

"It's in our lounge. Very well-behaved. Hermione immediately justified the little white kitten, "I didn't take off the restriction collar, it can't get out of the Gryffindor Tower." ”

"Yes!" Harry picked up and said, "I've never seen such a lazy cat that sleeps twenty hours a day. ”

"Perhaps—" Hermione said as she teased Buckle, "it should be properly allowed to go out for a run?" ”

"Let it go out and you won't see it this semester." Owen said immediately.

"Or do we want to let it go out for a walk, we can't be free, and we still have to limit a cat?" Hermione walked to Hagrid's pumpkin patch, placed the dragon in her arms on a pumpkin, and rummaged through her waist pocket.

Her infinity stretching enchanted pocket contained many things, including some emergency food.

That's what she feared they would one day need to survive alone in the wild.

"Fresh meat is flying." The little witch raised her hand and summoned a piece of fresh meat of about two pounds.

"Hey!"

Just as Bakar gobbled down the piece of fresh meat that didn't look much bigger than it.

A loud voice came.

Hagrid turned from the back of the hut, a large printed apron and carrying a bag of dirt

Beans. His great hound followed at his feet. Tooth let out a low roar and lunged at Harry

Come.

"Don't mess with it! It's going to bite off your fingers — oh, it's just a few of you. ”

Tooth jumped up and down at Hermione and Ron, trying to lick their ears. Hagrid paused, glanced at them, and then turned and strode into the cabin, slamming the door shut.

"Okay—that's something I didn't expect." Hermione said with some embarrassment.

"Don't worry." Harry said with a straight face. He walked over to the hut and knocked vigorously.

"Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There was no sound inside.

"If you don't open the door, we'll blow it open!" Harry said, drawing his wand.

"Harry!" Hermione's eyes widened and she said in a frightened voice, "You must not. ”

"Why not!" Harry said irritably, "Stand back--"

But before he could speak, the door to the hut suddenly opened—something Harry had expected, and Hagrid stood there glaring at him angrily, though he was wearing a printed apron, but it was still quite intimidating.

"I'm a teacher!" He yelled at Harry, "Teacher, Potter! How dare you threaten me to blow up my door!"

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry said, deliberately biting the last two words hard as he slipped his wand into his robes.

Hagrid seemed stunned.

"When did you start calling me 'sir'?"

"When did you start calling me 'Potter'?"

"Ho, clever enough," Hagrid snarled, "interesting enough." Got me in there, didn't you? Well, come in, you ungrateful ......"

He muttered angrily, flashing back to let them out.

"Although he swears and swears, his body is still so honest." Owen looked at Harry and Hagrid in disgust.

"This trick is really crude."

"Why do you talk so much!" Hagrid looked at him and said angrily.

"Because I'm different from them!" Owen spread his hands.

"I haven't given up on Magical Beasts Conservation."

"That's what Professor Dumbledore forced you to take!" Hagrid points to the key.

"Wrong!" Owen shook his head, a touch of sadness slipped from the corner of his eyes, "He didn't force me, damn it, it was simply an elective for Old Deng, I could only be forced to accept it!" ”

"Nine courses!"

"Professor Dumbledore, that's caring for you!" Hagrid said noncommittally.

"Thank you! I thank his whole family! "Someone's grievance class hasn't diminished at all, even if it's been more than a month.

Whenever he saw other young wizards chatting and playing games in the common room, and when he had to go to class, he would thank Dumbledore from the bottom of his heart!

"So do you want to come in or not!" Hagrid, standing in the doorway, shouted.

"Come in!" Owen yelled louder than he did.

Then he pulled Hermione into the cabin in a rage.

“.”

This sudden quarrel caught both Harry and Ron in a bit of a panic.

However, this also indirectly eased the relationship between them and Hagrid.

Just look at his face.

than just met.

Hagrid's face was much more normal now.

As always, Hagrid's cottage was still the same.

The ceiling hung ham, pheasants. The fireplace in the corner burns with flames.

A huge copper kettle was steaming.

There were a lot of furs of wild beasts on the couch, and perhaps Hagrid wanted to collect them for drakes or scarves.

"What's wrong?" Hagrid's broad figure walked past them.

The four young wizards sat down at the large wooden table in front of the fireplace, and Tooth immediately rested their heads on Harry's knees, drooling on his robes.

"What's going on? Think I'm pathetic? Thought I was lonely or something?"

"It's not." Harry immediately said, "We just wanted to come and see you." ”

"We miss you so much!" Hermione said tremblingly.

"Miss me, huh?" Hagrid snorted contemptuously and said, "yes, that's right. ”

He stamped his feet around, brewing tea from the huge copper teapot, and kept his mouth on it

Muttering something.

Finally, he placed four teacups the size of kegs in front of them, the tea inside as dark as mahogany.

He also brought a plate of his homemade rock skin cakes.

Harry and the others looked at the tea in front of them, and their stomachs ached, but for the sake of face, they still picked up a piece.

Owen also took a sip of a cup of black tea.

Actually, the taste is okay.

Very close to the taste of the original Daming tea.

But it's very different from English tea, where they like to add spices to the tea, or add milk or something like that.

Hermione watched Owen gulp down tea and eat bread, and her heart was stunned.

I wondered again, could it be that Hagrid's craft had improved?

Immediately, she carefully picked up a piece of rock skin cake and took a bite

"Ahh

My teeth hurt so much

Hurriedly, Hermione picked up her tea bucket and took a sip.

It's so bitter!

"Drink this!" Owen reached out and knocked on Hermione's tea bucket, and suddenly, the tea in the bucket changed color, still red, but a lot lighter.

The little witch tasted it timidly, well—it smelled of flowers, and it was still sweet.

"Hagrid, we really want to continue taking the Magical Beasts Conservation class," Harry silently relieved the rock skin cake in his hand.

He really couldn't understand why Owen's teeth were so strong that he could chew stones.

"Indeed!" A wizard who drank black tea as plain water said, "Just change the professor!" ”

"Owen!" Harry glared at Owen quickly.

Hagrid was even more angry and immediately stood up, nearly knocking the table over.

(End of chapter)