N-A-A Chapter 100 I was worried at first, but now… I'm actually looking forward to it.
Chapter 100 I was worried at first, but now… I'm actually looking forward to it.
Chapter 100 I was worried at first, but now… I'm actually looking forward to it.
The excitement was only temporary. After the students left, Owen approached Snape. Just as he was about to speak, Snape gave him a look, and Owen had no choice but to follow him into the Potions office.
"You found out?"
Owen chuckled and replied, "I recognized the Polyjuice Potion on him immediately. Should we tell Dumbledore?"
Snape thought for a moment and replied, "I will tell you about it."
"Okay, I'll attend his class. If he's teaching something real, I'll turn a blind eye. But if he's like Quirrell or Lockhart, I might take action."
Snape didn't say anything, just nodded, and then began his new round of potion-making. Owen slowly withdrew, returned to his lounge, read for a while, reviewed his spellcasting techniques, then took a shower and went to bed.
The second day was a rest day, but there weren't many students in the castle. The few who were there were first-year students who needed to familiarize themselves with the location of the classrooms and the restrooms.
Students in other grades have already begun their punishments: some leveling land, others cutting down trees. Even though they can't use magic, the students are doing it with great enthusiasm, hoping that the new garden can be completed before the holidays.
The new dormitory environment is indeed too good, almost like a dream, but as Mr. Owen said, there is still a long time, and they have plenty of time and opportunities to slowly discover it, so for now, the garden is more important.
Monday was the start of class, and coincidentally, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was for first-year students, so Owen sat down as well. Many young wizards didn't quite understand, because regardless of which house they were from, their older students had all said that Mr. Owen was a very capable person, perhaps even more knowledgeable than Headmaster Dumbledore—
So, what does it mean that he's coming to teach first grade?
Like his students, Moody—no, it should be Barty Jr.—was also very curious. He didn't start the lesson immediately, but looked at Owen and said, "Mr. Owen, are you testing my teaching skills?"
"Professor, please don't misunderstand. I teach every class taught by every new professor, regardless of the grade level, because every professor has a different teaching style, and I hope to find my own inspiration among various teaching styles."
Owen didn't take the bait at all. He didn't call it a test, just an inspiration. Actually, he just wanted to see how this person, who was wearing someone else's face, would behave after entering Hogwarts. If the teaching level was good enough and the teacher was teaching real stuff, then he could ignore the other party before he made a move.
Fortunately, the lesson went well. Although it didn't deviate from the textbook content, the teaching method was still acceptable to Irving.
The old wizard did not go out again. When Owen arrived at his office, the first thing he saw was the golden wine glass on his desk.
"My dear, this is the Hufflepuff Cup, and it's the last Horcrux I can find. I really don't know where to find any other Horcruxes."
Owen nodded and said, "You don't need to worry about this too much. I have some leads. Don't ask me what my leads are, Principal. I feel that my plan is better than yours, but I don't intend to tell you."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Of course, Owen. The reason I invited you here is twofold: first, to entrust this matter to you—I think you know how to handle it; second, the Triwizard Tournament has been decided—it will be held this year, right at Hogwarts. We have the right to decide the first round. I imagine you have a plan in mind?"
"Yes, Principal, as you know, I spent some time in the Fire Dragon Reserve, where I made many great friends. So why don't we let these great guys participate in the first match?"
Let the fire dragon—
Dumbledore's eyes widened immediately, but the words of objection that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down. He suddenly remembered that the wonder of the young wizard before him was not only his immense magical power or his attitude toward learning, but also his amazing ability to communicate with animals without any barriers.
This can be done!
"Alright, but I'll have to make the trip again. I don't think anyone but you can get those big guys to come to Hogwarts obediently."
"No problem, but I'd like to know when the other two schools will be arriving, and whether the date for the first competition has been confirmed?"
"The participants from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive next month, and the first competition is tentatively scheduled for November of this year."
Irving nodded: "I understand, but it would be better to have a more specific timeframe. Those big guys can eat a lot, and staying too long isn't a good thing."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Of course, I will discuss the time of the match with the other two headmasters as soon as possible and then inform you in advance. But Owen—do we really not need to protect Harry?"
"Don't worry, Headmaster, my big friends won't go back after the first game. They'll stay at Hogwarts until the Triwizard Tournament is over."
The old wizard's eyes lit up. He knew what Irving meant. No wonder he wanted to take control of the first game. So that's what it was all about!
Knowing full well that they might cause trouble at Hogwarts, they still let them come. But when they started causing trouble, they suddenly realized that they would not only be facing the school's professors, but also all sorts of dragons. At that time, the troublemakers' performance should be quite interesting, right?
I was quite worried at first, but now I'm suddenly looking forward to it!
The old wizard didn't say anything about the Triwizard Tournament, and the students didn't know either. September passed by peacefully. Of course, this peace only applied to others. For the fake Moody, it was a different story. He found that as soon as he stepped out of his lounge, the eyes of the entire castle were on him.
The portrait, the ghost, even the occasional owl flying by, and the old cat—their eyes were all fixed on him!
Barty was feeling very uneasy. He felt like he had been seen through, but the professors didn't do anything unusual, and even Dumbledore didn't seem to be acting strangely.
However, he dared not act rashly. It would be difficult to spread the message. He didn't even trust the school's owls anymore. The only way was to go to Hogsmeade every weekend and spread the message from there.
Irving Carrott.
This was an unplanned character; it was only after arriving at Hogwarts that he realized how much influence this young wizard wielded within the school!
Dumbledore is the headmaster, but apart from external affairs, he is no longer in charge of the school's affairs. All internal affairs are arranged by Vice-Headmaster McGonagall, and then implemented by Owen. Even Hogwarts' finances are in Owen's hands.
It's a mistake that the outside world knew nothing about such a person—a mistake in intelligence!
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