Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 62 is missing another one...

Faced with the beautiful woman's admiration, he gently waved his hand and then nonchalantly said it was nothing...

Owen wanted to do the same, but the beautiful woman didn't give him the chance. Before he could even show his smile, Fleur drew her wand and pointed it at him with an icy coldness: "Tell me! How did you do that?!"

Goodness, this person changes their mind faster than turning the pages of a book!

Fortunately, Owen wasn't one to be easily swayed by beautiful women. He acted swiftly, grabbing his opponent's wrist and raising it so that Fleur's wand pointed towards the ceiling. And that wasn't all. In Fleur's eyes, a hand glowing white grew larger and larger until it touched her face. All she could see was a white blur, and then she fell asleep...

Although it was very impolite for her to pull out her wand and point it at herself, it was just because she was too impatient and wanted to know her enchanting technique.

This is a witch who loves alchemy. She doesn't have any bad intentions. Just like me, even though I have mastered all the Unforgivable Curses and want to develop a few more, I am still a good person, right?

After gently laying the sleeping beauty down and casting several protective spells on her, Owen walked out of the alchemy workshop with his hands behind his back. He planned to visit the other classrooms and sit in on a few classes to see how good Beauxbatons' teaching was.

But he hadn't gone far when the two of them blocked his way.

One of them was the giantess headmistress, and the other was surprisingly Dumbledore.

"Hehe, look, I've finally found the lost little wizard."

The giantess headmistress's face was particularly ugly. How long had it been since little Owen arrived? That old geezer Dumbledore had already chased him all the way from England to France. It was outrageous! She hadn't even had a chance to put her plan to seduce the young wizard into action yet!

Her mood was bad, so her tone was naturally a bit harsh. Moreover, the giant headmistress was not afraid of Dumbledore at all. Dumbledore, who had been rebuked a few times, smiled the whole time, and then, with Owen, used Phantom Transformation three times in a row to return to Hogwarts.

Once was manageable, twice was bearable, but three times in a row was starting to take its toll. Owen found that familiar tree, leaned against it, and then… “Yue!”

"Alright, the lost little wizard has finally returned home. My dear Owen, I think you need to rest now. Why don't you come to my office later? There are some things you need to know."

I really need to rest; I'm so dizzy.

Lying on his bed, hugging the fluffy big cat, and enjoying Milov's massage, Owen fell asleep in no time and slept until dinner time.

The students breathed a sigh of relief when they finally saw Owen again. After dinner, he habitually sat down on the lawn outside the castle, and soon he was surrounded by layers of students.

"Let's not answer your questions today. Let me tell you about my experience this time. You know where I went, right?"

"Egypt!"

"Yes, I participated in the unblocking work there. This job left a deep impression on me, you know? As long as you study hard and follow the professors' ideas, you can do this job well in your third year. But if you want to truly become a perfect unblocker, you still need to keep learning."

"Mr. Owen, even you can't do it?"

"Me? I'm still a long way from that. You know what? The first item I used to break the curse really gave me a fright..."

The simple experience of breaking the curse had already sent shivers down the spines of the students who hadn't even left school, prompting them to gasp in astonishment. Unconsciously, it further strengthened their attitude towards learning, especially Transfiguration.

When the time was up, Owen didn't rush back to his room. Instead, he went to the headmaster's office next door. Seeing the headmaster eating candy, he calmly put away all the candy on the table and said, "Mr. Dumbledore, you can't keep eating like this. It's bad for your health."

Yes, wizards don't get sick, but that's because they're sustained by magic. Magic diminishes with age and the decline of bodily functions. Although they can drink potions at that point, potions are still medicine. To stay healthy, it's best to stay away from medicine.

Dumbledore accepted the concern, and after Owen was seated, he slowly began to recount what had indeed happened at the school in the past month.

First, the secret room was found, in the girls' restroom on the second floor. Lockhart, controlled by the laptop, guided Mr. Harry Potter into the secret room.

"Wait a minute..." Owen looked up at Dumbledore. "I remember sealing that passage for safety. How did Lockhart get in from there?"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses: "Oh, well, of course it was me who spent three days restoring that passage. I must say, Owen, you really sealed it off."

Take a deep breath... Irving didn't say anything, but made a gesture indicating that he could continue.

Dumbledore didn't mince words and continued, this time talking about Lockhart. Because Tom's soul had absorbed too much of his life force, the professor could no longer continue his work. He was currently receiving treatment at St. Mungo's, and even if he survived, he wouldn't be able to become a wizard anymore. And that wasn't all; all his previous misdeeds had been exposed by the valiant newspaper reporters, and after being discharged from the hospital, he went to jail. Azkaban was waiting for him.

Then there's Harry Potter, and how brave he was during the Chamber of Secrets incident, especially when he pulled Gryffindor's sword from the Old Hat...

"Wait a minute, Principal, this... won't be..."

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed when this was brought up: "Actually, it's not a waste. Severus will handle it."

Did Professor Snape handle everything?

Owen was stunned for less than a second before jumping up, rushing out of the principal's office, leaping down the stairs, and flying towards the basement. When he pushed open the Potions professor's office and entered the larger alchemy room, he finally couldn't help but cover his face.

That huge strip has not only been completely processed, but a large portion of it has also been turned into a magic potion!

"Oh, you're not going to cry, are you? I don't have any potions here that require wizard tears. You can leave here first before you cry."

It was truly painful, but not to the point of crying. Owen simply couldn't understand: "Professor, a living basilisk could provide a continuous supply of materials. Isn't it... such a waste that it died like this? Besides, after all, the basilisk was left behind by Slytherin to protect the school..."

"Slytherin doesn't know anything!"

Professor Snape remained unchanged, delivering barrages of criticism without any regard for the Slytherin family simply because he was the Head of the Slytherin House.

"Protection? The basilisk can't control its eyes, so it's not protection at all. If it can't distinguish friend from foe, do you think more enemies or students will die?"

Snape paused, gesturing towards the animal. He stared at Owen and said, "If your resolve requires external force, it proves your strength is insufficient!"

Alright, that's all for now. We've lost another experimental subject.

On the path of researching the anti-curse of the Unforgivable Curse, stumbling blocks are everywhere!

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