Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 46 The resentment of the little witches in the new year?

"Thump, thump-thump".

Hearing the knock, Molly was the first to run to the door. She didn't even need to stand up; she just raised her paw and pressed down, and the door opened. When the little wizard came out, he saw the witch standing in the doorway: "Professor McGonagall? What brings you here?"

After hearing Owen's voice, Molly gave up her seat. Professor McGonagall glanced at the cat and leopard with satisfaction, then let the young wizard take her hand and sit down in the living room.

"These are cookies made by Ms. Tina. Would you like to try some?"

Professor McGonagall took the biscuit, then watched the young wizard make tea. After he served the tea, she smiled and said, "My dear, I'd like to know why I received a complaint about magic?"

Irving was taken aback at first, then quickly understood, and then pouted unhappily: "Professor, it's like this, I needed a strong owl to reply to the letter from America... so they found one, and I even paid ten gallons for it. Why are they charging me and then complaining?"

Taking money and then filing a complaint—this tactic by the Ministry of Magic is really putting the young wizards in a difficult position.

Once the money is received, the matter is considered settled. If you didn't pay, it's understandable for you to file a complaint, but...

"Hehe, then, my dear, could you tell me how you managed to summon the Ministry of Magic's official owl?"

"That's easy," Owen said, getting up, opening the door, standing in the doorway, and stretching his hand out to the sky. "I need someone to deliver a message for me!" he shouted, then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "That's it..."

Before the words were even finished, a dozen or so owls of all sizes flew down from the sky and landed around the little wizard. Professor McGonagall's lips twitched. When did these messengers become so easy to summon?

Just as she was about to send the messengers back, a white lightning bolt appeared. It knocked aside five or six owls, then stopped in front of the little wizard. With a flap of its wings, it wrapped the little wizard in its arms, its big, furry head tilting to the side and resting right on the little wizard's head.

"Professor McGonagall, this... is the Ministry of Magic's official hawk, its name is Sasa."

Professor McGonagall remained silent for a full two minutes. She did not say anything about "this bird being destined for you," but instead drew her wand and waved it. All the owls flew away, including Sasha, who had been holding the little wizard.

"Alright, I understand. This isn't your fault..." Professor McGonagall sighed. "I'll speak to the Ministry of Magic and have them strengthen their management of owls. Also, school starts soon. Would you be interested in guiding the incoming young wizards to Diagon Alley?"

Owen chuckled: "Forget it, Professor, I don't have much persuasive power right now. Let's wait two more years, and when I'm older, I can help you with this job."

For wizarding families, there's no need for a teacher or guide; their own parents can take their children there. But for Muggle families, it's really inappropriate for him to go. No matter how carefree a parent is, they wouldn't entrust their child to another child, not even a wizard.

"Okay, I still have a lot of work to do..."

"Professor, why don't you have dinner before you leave..."

Looking into the little wizard's eyes, the witch's heart melted: "Okay!"

Without house-elves or even magic, the little wizard simply prepared a table of Muggle family meals. The witch could tell that the little wizard was very happy and even more talkative. She listened as he recounted his holiday experiences, almost not wanting to leave. She wanted to stay with this strong little wizard and keep him from feeling so lonely.

"I'm sorry, Professor, we haven't had any guests at home in a long time, I'm just a little too excited."

When the little wizard realized it was getting dark, he finally stopped, then saw the witch to the door and gave her a big smile: "See you when school starts."

"Okay, see you when school starts."

The witch gave the little wizard a warm hug, and then disappeared with a "snap".

Irving closed the door, then returned to his desk and opened the book he had been reading. The big cat sat cross-legged on his feet, and the phoenix landed on the chair behind him. The house became quiet again.

No one wants to enjoy solitude, but learning can make people ignore loneliness.

Potions is a discipline that combines theory and practice. No matter how solid the theory is, you still need to try it out yourself. With fifteen days left before the start of the semester, Owen decided to go to Diagon Alley to buy some materials and try making some potions at home to practice.

He also has some other ideas that he needs to test.

The first step is to see if we can make some potions taste less unpleasant without changing the ingredients or adding any extra ingredients!

Why are you here?

Owen never expected that after he knocked on that brick and opened the passage to Diagon Alley, the first thing he would see was Professor Snape. If it weren't for the fact that there was a young wizard who looked like a freshman next to him, he would have suspected that the young wizard had been waiting for him there.

"Professor, I'm here to buy some potion-related equipment and materials. I'm planning to try it out myself."

Snape's expression softened: "The materials for Diagon Alley aren't complete. You wait here. Oh, and Miss Greengrass, please wait here with him. I'll be right back."

After saying that, Snape vanished with a "pop".

Owen turned his gaze to the little witch: "Hello, are you a freshman this year?"

The little witch looked at him, her face flushed, and replied, "Yes, my name is Astoria Greengrass, it's nice to meet you."

The very polite little witch, Owen, nodded in reply, "Owen Carrot, I'm also very happy... uh... um, Miss Green, you..."

He was initially quite friendly, but after he introduced himself, he suddenly noticed a change in the little witch's expression; she suddenly looked a bit fierce and cute.

"So your name is Irving, right?"

The little witch couldn't keep up the act any longer: "So you're the one who assigned homework to my sister, making me study all summer? Don't you think that's going too far? I haven't even started school yet! I had planned to go out and play with my sister during the holidays, but your homework has prevented us from going anywhere!"

elder sister?

Looking at the furious little girl before him, Owen suddenly remembered another little witch: "Are you Miss Daphne's sister?"

"What? Doesn't it look like it?"

"It doesn't seem like it at all. Miss Daphne is an excellent witch and a student who can keep a low profile even in Slytherin."

The young wizard admired Miss Daphne quite a bit. She was one of the few students in the Slytherin house who was willing to be close to Muggles and was interested in Muggle technology. Of course, this was after he had taught her. When she first entered the house, she was still a little girl who believed in "pure-blood supremacy".

"Hmph! Of course my sister is better!"

The little witch wrinkled her nose, her anger subsiding somewhat but still lingering: "What right do you have to assign this kind of homework to my sister? You don't look that much older than me, do you?"

Irving suddenly laughed: "You'll see why I can assign homework once school starts."

"cut!"

The little girl turned her head away and ignored everyone.

However, seeing her like this, Owen suddenly laughed. Judging from her, there must be quite a few freshmen who harbor resentment towards him this year!