Chapter 245 I Think You Should Know the Tradition of the British Empire.

"That's why the World Cup is held, and partly, the reason for the semi-finals.

My dear Miss Granger."

He said, tearing the pie in his hand with big mouthfuls.

This little thing is really hard to bite.

The meat is not cooked well enough, and it is very chewy.

Maybe it is the flesh and blood of some magical animal.

Dumbledore gave them to grow their bodies? (Laughing)

On the other side, Hannah ate the mashed potatoes in front of her in small bites.

After a few simple bites, she hugged Shilok and started to comb its hair.

From beginning to end, she did not participate in the conversation between Owen and Hermione.

-She behaved a little strangely.

Somewhat too quiet.

There was always a trace of sadness between her eyebrows.

In a trance, Owen remembered that Hannah had not smiled since he saw her at the World Cup.

"Meow!"

The lazy little cat lay comfortably on her thighs and stretched lazily.

The mane on its neck was combed fluffy by Hannah.

Inadvertently, there would be golden light like electric light jumping on its neck.

This nasty little guy who eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, has forgotten who his real master is.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned slightly.

Maybe it was Owen's illusion.

She seemed to have used Harry's hair smoother correctly this time.

The hair between her eyebrows was very obedient and fell along the contour of her cheeks. The hair behind her was braided and tied up by her ears.

"I mean, if the British wizarding world continues to be so panic-stricken, some people will really starve to death."

Owen raised his head and finally pulled his head away from the plate in front of him.

He could only give a seven-point rating for today's meal.

The elf's mastery of new ingredients is still too low.

"Learn a little bit of political economy, Miss Granger! How can you be a good Minister of Magic in the future?"

He sighed: "You still have a lot to learn, a lot!"

"I know!" Hermione said impatiently, "So can the extremely smart Owen - Sanchez - um - Mr. Rosier explain it?"

"Of course, no problem, Miss Granger, I'm always so helpful."

Owen put one hand on the table and leaned his waist on it to make himself more comfortable. "In addition to easing the domestic situation, the biggest use of the World Cup is to stimulate economic recovery.

What do you think will happen if a country with less than tens of thousands of wizards suddenly has 100,000 more consumers?"

"The stadium game is over, why didn't the Ministry of Magic rush to send those wizards home, but continued to arrange people to stay there to provide services to wizards from all countries. Is it because Barty Crouch is kind and generous?"

Hermione heard the voice, her eyebrows frivolous, Owen's words were so simple, she instantly associated a lot of things.

"This is Britain, Britain!"

"When the British Empire colonized the world, did it hope to get an Indian-born Prime Minister?"

"Of course it's for gold! Gold! Fucking gold!"

Owen held his head and looked at her cheek, "A World Cup feeds all the British people, what a good deal.

Anyway, the employees of the Ministry of Magic can be squeezed a little more, and the cost of hosting the game is almost zero. If I were the minister, I would wish there was a World Cup every day!"

"As for the top three-four championships?"

"If the World Cup is for the economy, then the top four championships are purely political alliances."

"Political alliance?" A flash of inspiration flashed through Hermione's mind, and her vision was opened up in an instant.

"Europeans have always been seeking to build a Europe that belongs to Europeans. The magic world is no exception. Even the unification of the European magic world is earlier than that of the Muggle world. When Merlin traveled around Europe to spread enlightenment, that group of people had already been seeking political unity."

"Why did Dumbledore hold the Four Powers Competition during the most dangerous and precarious period in Britain?"

"To unite them?" Hermione's eyes gleamed, and she suddenly understood Dumbledore's intention.

"That's too civilized, Miss Granger." Owen smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I prefer to call it, dragging them into the water!"

"When everyone becomes Voldemort's enemy, then everyone will automatically become friends - comrades - the most solid backing. The British Empire has been using diplomatic means for hundreds of years, old Humphrey, and I, a Frenchman, can see it at a glance. How come you, a pure London native, have been thinking about it for so long?

This tradition of the British Empire, I thought you should know it."

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The girl rolled her eyes. She felt that Owen was too rude.

And - what is a London native?

Aren't you a Parisian native?

"Hey! I know you must be thinking that I'm a native of Paris, right!" Owen suddenly smiled and looked at her frivolously, "My mother was born in Denmark - or Norway - or some other Nordic country, anyway, it's definitely not France, so it's not as pure as yours."

"Boring!" Hermione turned her head, and after a moment, as if she had gathered her thoughts in her heart, she turned her head again, "According to what you said, is it certain that something will happen this year?

Did Dumbledore deliberately - call them here - to drag them into the water?"

"Something will happen for sure." Owen nodded.

Now he still doesn't know whether that Moody is Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise.

Will Voldemort make Harry one of the Hogwarts Warriors like in the original novel, and then wait for an opportunity to take him out of Hogwarts?

But what is certain is that he will never miss this feast.

There must be some conspiracy brewing.

It's just that too many things have changed, and those previous stories no longer have much reference significance for Irving now. He couldn't guess what Voldemort wanted to do now?

"Are you sure?" Hermione said seriously.

"Of course - there's nothing hard to guess about this. It's a certainty."

"Then-" The little witch's head was in chaos, and a sense of crisis spread in her heart.

The danger is not scary, the scary thing is the unknown.

You don't know from which corner your enemy will stick out their fangs, and that's the scariest thing.

"We must prepare early!" She suddenly stood up.

"Why are you starting to roll it up?" Owen glanced at Miss Granger's pocket, "During the World, the lava beast you created looks pretty good, but regular magic spells can do that The level has reached its limit!”

"Want to try some unconventional spells?" He asked bewilderedly: "Don't worry, it is definitely not black magic, or even black magic will not affect the mind. Do you want to learn it?

I teach you!

Of course - you need to pay to study, and just as the new semester begins, Sanchez's cram school is on sale, as long as - "

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped him, and then glanced at Owen with a contemptuous look, "I told you, I don't have many Galleons left."

"That's your business! I don't care. If you don't pay me back my royalties, this matter won't go away!"

"Don't you already have twenty thousand——"

"Oh! Are you thinking of my 20,000 yuan now? One yard for the other! Unless?" Owen's voice suddenly changed, and a treacherous expression appeared on his face, "Work for me! Miss Granger!"

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Owen blankly, not understanding what was wrong with him.

"In order to read those alchemy manuscripts, you should have learned almost enough French!"

"Fortunately - there is no problem with reading and writing. You don't want me to help you continue to translate "Ancient Alchemy Revealed", do you?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Fifty galleons a roll!"

"make a deal!"

"?" Owen looked at Hermione, agreeing so quickly?

I always feel like I'm at a loss.

"Don't be too happy too early. You have to write and translate it in four - no - five volumes first, as compensation for my royalties!"

"No problem!" This time, Hermione agreed faster than before, as if she was afraid that Owen would regret it!

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Owen looked at the little witch with contempt, "As for it? Isn't it just Nicolas Flamel's manuscript? Are you so excited?"

"Haha -" the little witch looked at her with contempt again, ""Isn't it just" "Nicholas Flamel's Manuscript" "As for that?" - Do you know that you really deserve a beating now!"

"Come on! Do it! Don't pity me."

"Stop!" Hermione quickly stopped his voice to prevent the guy in front of her from continuing to go crazy, "By the way, the 'House Elf Rights Promotion Association' you just mentioned suddenly seemed pretty good to me.

I intend to--"

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"Didn't you just say you didn't have this idea?"

"That was just now!" Hermione said seriously, "And - didn't you say that? Will I mention this in the next chapter?

Now it’s time for the next chapter! "

"Wardfa?"

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Listen to the noise in your ears.

Hannah didn't say a word.

She only occasionally raised her head to glance at Owen and Hermione.

The hand caressing Sirok's head gradually became slower.

Conversation between two people.

What about politics, what about economics, what about conspiracy, what about alchemy, what about French.

She understood nothing.

In the past few years, she would still choose to compete with Hermione, but now, Hannah suddenly felt lucky. She was lucky that she didn't know much.

I'm glad I didn't get involved.

When I heard what Owen said, there would be some conspiracy surrounding Hogwarts this year.

The three people had completely different reactions.

The boy looked indifferent, as if he was just talking about what he wanted to eat for lunch.

The girl with shaggy hair had caution written all over her face. There was no fear in his eyes, and there was even a little bit of excitement in his eyes.

She was the only one, and the hand caressing Sirok's head was a little stiff.

Perhaps, she looked down at the kitten.

It's time to find a new owner for it.

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Had breakfast.

A group of people hang out together.

Walking through the wet vegetable field, we came to Greenhouse No. 3.

Hannah put Sirocco on the grass outside the greenhouse and then walked in. Cats are like that! I am so curious that I want to try everything. There are many plants in the greenhouse that are highly poisonous, but I cannot let them in.

Speaking of which, Owen may not be a good master. But he always found the right people to raise them.

During the summer vacation, Dobby took care of the two little ones. After school started, Hannah was responsible for feeding Sherlock. As for Bakar, a tough-talking but honest giant, he had already prepared all the food.

The Third Greenhouse is perhaps the largest classroom in Hogwarts.

The whole place is bigger than the auditorium.

Because it's actually made up of several parts, you can tell them apart by the glass ceiling.

Although the little wizards always call it greenhouse, greenhouse, in fact, greenhouse is a place name, not a classroom. It refers to a large steel building after coming out of the clock towers.

In this area, the largest classroom is where the little wizards take classes.

Go down the stairs (for heat preservation, one-third of the classroom is below.)

There is a long and huge table in front of you, which is filled with various soil plants in square wooden boxes.

Each kind has different nutrients, which are carefully prepared by Professor Sprout.

One side and the ceiling above the head are all covered with glass except for the Gothic pillars, and the other side is filled with various magical plants, the most conspicuous of which is the devil's vine, which reproduces too fast.

The professor has to trim it every day.

As soon as they entered the door, when they breathed the first breath of air in the greenhouse, many little wizards frowned.

Because the classroom was full of the smell of gasoline.

Reluctantly, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff little wizards divided into two rows and surrounded the long table.

At this time, Professor Sprout, still wearing a tattered robe covered with mud and dew, appeared.

"Oh! I'm glad to see you all in high spirits."

It should be the World Cup that made Professor Sprout very worried about the little wizards.

Because Owen saw a copy of the Daily Prophet under a flower pot on the table in the corner behind the professor.

The photo on the front page was Miss Granger.

She was holding up a spell with a heavy face to maintain the lava monster.

"Today we are going to learn a new magical plant."

Her sight automatically blocked Owen.

This shameful boy has made her ashamed in the circle of deans.

As he said, the professor waved his wand, and the soil plants in the square wooden boxes on the long table in front of the little wizard began to float and rearrange.

Then, the wooden box fell again, and then the little wizard saw something ugly that he had never seen before.

In fact, those things didn't look like plants at all, but more like black, sticky big slugs, straight out of the soil.

Moreover, each of them was wriggling slightly, and there were many shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

Disgusting is no longer enough to describe this thing.

It should be said that it has reached some indescribable bottom.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout told everyone happily, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"What?" Seamus Finnigan asked in a disgusted tone.

"Pus, Finnigan, pus," Professor Sprout said, "It has extremely high value, don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus will cause unusual damage to the skin."

The process of squeezing the tuber is disgusting, but it also gives people a strange sense of satisfaction.

Every time a bulge is squeezed, it will spray out-a large amount of sticky yellow-green liquid, and emit a pungent gasoline-Owen finally knows where the gasoline smell in the greenhouse comes from.

They collected the liquid in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instructions. By the end of the get out of class, they had collected several bottles.

"Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout plugged the last bottle with a stopper and said, "The pus of the barbo tuber is the best medicine for stubborn acne. This will prevent students from using radical means to remove their pimples."

Acne?

In Gryffindor, Hermione's eyes lit up. Looking at the pus in her hand, she wondered if she should ask the professor for a bottle.

Well - as we all know, staying up late is not good for the skin.

Especially after they start to enter puberty, a few pimples will pop up on their faces from time to time.

Fortunately, she and that hateful guy are not in the same college, and they don't meet every day, otherwise he will definitely laugh at her.

Hermione can probably guess what Owen will say.

"Oh! God! You must be a fake wizard, Miss Granger. After all, you can't even deal with the pimples on your face."

Yes, he will definitely say that.

The real Owen, his eyes lit up as he looked at the contents of the bottle in his hand. He had already started to arrange the potion formula in his mind. A bottle of acne-removing toner was definitely a good idea to make money.

Roar!

Hogwarts is such a great place.

There are new ways to make money every day.

"Oh! The professor is talking about Eloise Midgen." At this time, Justin came over, and several people squeezed through the crowd and walked together.

"Ask Hannah, she saw it with her own eyes."

"What happened?" Owen turned his head and looked at Hannah again.

"Midgen, she was going to use the Vanishing Charm to remove the pimples on her face yesterday!"

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"Awesome!" Owen gave a thumbs up, saying why there were fewer Hufflepuffs today

"And then? Is her head still there?"

"Yes." Hannah sighed and said in a flat tone, "She made her nose disappear, and a lot of blood was left. Others were helping to change her nose back, but it was useless."

"Nonsense, the Vanishing Charm is to decompose objects into fine dust and let them return to nature, not to move things to another place!" Owen shook his head and left the greenhouse with the little wizard.

He saw Hermione stayed and talked with Professor Sprout.

"She is lucky that she didn't change her brain!"

Walk out of the greenhouse.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor parted ways.

Harry and the others were going to Snape's Potions class with the Slytherins.

Another grudge game

And they were going to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year with the Ravenclaws.

Nothing happened at lunch.

Everyone was relaxed, after all, it was the first day of school.

But some people were exceptions.

Generally speaking, Owen would choose to finish lunch and take a nap during lunch break. You know - guys like him who think about all kinds of things all day are the most brain-intensive.

If you don't sleep at noon, you can't open your eyes in the afternoon.

But a guy who also overworked his brain was different.

Miss Granger seemed to have regained her state a few months ago.

She began to carry out her own mighty internal business.