A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 24 Gryffindor Buster?

"Owen, I heard that you blocked the door of the Gryffindor common room yesterday and gave them a hard lesson?"

"No, it's because Peeves gave them a bad meal and then retreated. Those idiots can only eat ashes after you!"

"By the way, how did you get Peeves to be obedient? That's cool!"

"Those brats in Gryffindor are looking for you everywhere, maybe they'll have to flush their heads down the toilet to cool down their dazed brains..."

"..."

The next morning, a large circle of young wizards surrounded Owen, eagerly asking about his deeds yesterday.

As the saying goes, good things are not famous and bad things spread thousands of miles. What Owen did at the door of the Gryffindor lounge has been spread throughout Hogwarts.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't want this kind of fame at all, okay, it seemed troublesome just hearing it.After finally dismissing most of the people, he still has to face the jokes of his friends.

"Keep working harder, maybe you can get a title in the future, such as Gryffindor's nemesis." Blaise Zabini laughed while watching the excitement.

"I don't think this title is so stupid." Draco yawned, his eyes darkened slightly.On the way back last night, he was frightened half to death by the blood man Barrow again, and had a nightmare all night.

"Tsk tsk, Draco, you are almost as weak as Theodore." Owen looked at him and tried to change the subject, "I think you'd better find a time to apologize to Mr. Barrow, why bother with Mr. Where is he competing?"

"Oh, he can't scare me, I just didn't sleep well." Draco raised his chin proudly, but his eyes were a little wandering, "I have patience."

"Being more patient with a ghost?" Daphne held her fair cheeks in one hand, and her blue eyes were full of smiles, "The bloody Barrow has been in Hogwarts for hundreds of years, and his scary kung fu is perfect... he Knows how to scare people better than anyone.”

"I won't apologize for a mistake I didn't make." Draco looked serious, but he looked like a child pretending to be an adult.

"Who made you speak out?" Blaise said, "Although no one knows how the blood on his body came from, you must have sprinkled salt on his wound... Maybe it was his own death He probably doesn't like to remember how he died?"

Owen shook his head. He knew something about the bloody Barrow, but he didn't like to tell people's privacy behind his back.

"However, Owen, you have indeed done a great thing, it's just that you don't look like you anymore." Daphne smiled slyly, and brought back the topic of running away.

"I was taken aback too." Harry nodded in agreement, and then added, "But it's really powerful." Although he had a good impression of Gryffindor, he didn't have much friendship with Gryffindor now.

"I'm just passing by..." Owen spread his hands, not wanting to explain anymore, "I'm going to the library, does anyone want to go with me?"

"Merlin's beard! Such a beautiful weekend, you actually want to bury it in the library?" Blaise exaggeratedly sighed.

"Me!" Daphne picked up her schoolbag neatly, and said in her mouth like a complaint and a joke: "I really don't understand how you all learn..."

She blinked her beautiful eyes at Owen, and said with a smile: "It seems that I have to work harder."

Daphne is also a smart and studious little witch, and her performance in class has always been among the best. She is just like Harry, but she is overshadowed by guys like Owen and Hermione who are so much better than others.

"I'll go too!" Harry glanced at Draco, he didn't want to stay with Draco these two days and argue about what was and wasn't.

Draco pursed his lips and swaggered around with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Okay." Blaise shrugged, and looked at Theodore Nott who was always on the edge of the stone, "Theodore, do you want a game of wizard chess?"

Theodore's half-closed eyes opened, and he looked at him blankly: "Well... what did you say?"

……

Hogwarts' library has the most complete collection of books in the UK's wizarding world. The contents of the books cover all aspects, and it is unparalleled for any wizard who is interested in cultivating in the field of magic.

"Very few students know what the greatest treasure they have lost after graduation." Owen sighed softly as he looked around the thousands of bookshelves neatly arranged in the library.

He wandered around among the bookshelves, and finally picked out a copy of "Analysis of Advanced Spell Principles" and held it in his arms.Recently, apart from practicing spells and transfiguration, he has also started to preview the knowledge of the sixth and seventh grades, and needs a lot of materials to fill his knowledge reserve.

When he got to the reading area, Daphne and Harry were already sitting there, as well as Miss Hermione Granger.At this time, she and Harry were whispering something in a whisper-like voice, and it seemed that they were already very familiar with each other.

Owen's expression was a little weird, could the trio in the original book still get together?But where was Ron Weasley?
He sat down beside him, and Harry whispered, "Owen, you remember, this is Hermione." He recently came to the library to check a lot of information, and he could meet Hermione here almost every time, and she was still there. He has provided him with a lot of help in his studies.After coming and going, the two became friends.

"Of course, I think there is no one in the same grade who doesn't know Miss Know-It-All." Owen had a relaxed smile on his face.

Hermione was holding a large and thick book, a blush appeared on her face under her matted brown hair, and then she turned her head and gave Owen a look, with a vicious but harmless feeling.

"I think you're famous too, single-handedly challenging Mr. Shafik of Gryffindor." Hermione retorted.

Daphne buried her head in the book and snickered, her body trembling slightly, her smooth forehead exposed outside the book was slightly red.

"I don't want to explain to others that it was Peeves' own idea." Owen tapped the table with his left index finger, and then smiled lazily, "Well, that's what I did, I was the one who started school I subdued Peeves on the first day, and I was the one who asked him to play pranks on people. The purpose is to show off his prestige, and finally get the title of a Gryffindor nemesis..."

"If it's easier to be accepted by others." Owen opened the book in his hand indifferently.

Harry started laughing too, shrugging his shoulders.

Hermione rolled her eyes lightly. After hearing what Owen said, she began to believe that it was just a coincidence.

"However, have you really previewed all the knowledge points in the first five grades?" She hesitated for a moment, but still asked.Well, she's been struggling with this for a week.

"Of course, oh, now I have started to read the sixth grade textbooks." Owen said truthfully.

"Then... are there many people like you?" Hermione curled her hair unconsciously, and her expression began to become anxious.

"Well, when I'm learning this, other people are probably learning addition, subtraction, multiplication and division." Owen pondered.

"I can testify that Owen was just an accident." Daphne revealed a pair of smiling crescent eyes from the back of the book, "When we were all in the enlightenment education, Owen was reading the magic book, and when we finally decided to read the magic book before school started, While flipping through the textbooks, Owen was obsessed with juggling, making props, and raising pigeons..."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but glared at Owen again.She finally knew that this guy was teasing herself by saying such things on the train. Fortunately, she was still anxious about it for a week, and she had torn off a lot of hair by herself.

"Don't worry, your hair volume can last for a few more years, it should be." Owen said with a smile after reading the little witch's undisguised expression.

Hermione took a deep breath, feeling her fist harden for the first time.She didn't expect someone to be so irritating!

At this moment, Mrs. Pince, the librarian, turned around with a feather duster and told them to stop talking.

(End of this chapter)