boyutpedia Chapter 72 Mother McGonagall
Chapter 72 Mother McGonagall
Chapter 72 Mother McGonagall
Voldemort has die-hard fans, just like a celebrity's brainless fans.
So it's only a matter of time before he wants to be resurrected. There's no point in trying to stop him. Since Dumbledore is already doing it, there's no need for me to get involved.
The word "Resurrection" on the parchment was crossed out, and then Owen's gaze shifted, and two more words appeared on the paper: Horcrux!
Find the Horcruxes first and take care of them. This is equivalent to eliminating all of Voldemort's clones in advance. When he appears, only the true form will remain. Then, a single move like a giant melon or a scarecrow spell will easily defeat him.
Then, a new problem arose.
What are Horcruxes, and how many are there?
"I hate it when people project their own psychiatric onto others!"
Owen let out a long sigh, then stood up from the sofa, his arms suddenly outstretched: "I am the savior of this world! No, it shouldn't be savior. Young wizards shouldn't have such grand ideas. Because of youth, they are arrogant. The correct statement should be—I am the only true god in the magical world!!"
One man spent the night in a madman's body, which was quite mentally exhausting, but the results were also gratifying. Looking at the items recorded on the parchment, Irving decided that when he had time, he would find one to verify. If it worked, things would be even simpler.
If that doesn't work, then keep looking; you can't escape anything on this list anyway!
Having finally empathized with the guy who was a combination of madness, mental illness, and a split soul so severe he had no nose left, Owen decided to reward himself with a Charms class.
But just as he entered the castle and headed towards the Charms classroom, he suddenly heard an argument, and the content of the argument was related to him.
"Impossible! No one can surpass Mr. Harry Potter's achievements, not even Mr. Owen!"
This is getting interesting. Owen took a few quick steps, turned a corner, and saw a group of people surrounding a little wizard with a magic camera hanging around his neck. However, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be furious.
"Everyone, there's no need to argue about this—"
Owen's appearance quieted the room and made way for him. He walked to the center and put an arm around the young wizard: "We all know, and have always praised Mr. Harry's greatness, but have you ever considered whether Mr. Harry wanted this fame? You know, on that day, he lost his beloved parents. If you were in his shoes, would you want fame or your parents?"
The room fell silent. Owen smiled gently: "What Mr. Harry wants most is not for people to remember his fame, which he gained at the cost of his parents' lives. He would prefer that people communicate with him normally, instead of constantly mentioning how he became a hero and how he lost his parents."
"Mr. Crevy, what do you say?"
The young wizard nodded: "Mr. Owen, I understand. You are great, but I still prefer Mr. Harry."
"Hahaha!"
Owen laughed heartily, ruffling the little wizard's head with both hands: "Of course you can, Colin, it's your prerogative. Everyone, class is about to start, if you're late you'll get points deducted."
The young wizards scattered in a flurry, but Colin was held tightly in Owen's arms. He couldn't resist ruffling the little wizard's head a few more times: "Kid, you're pretty vengeful, aren't you? What? Now you're blaming me for lying to you?"
Colin Crevey, whose father David Crevey is a wizard who is passionate about alchemy and a fan of Master Nico, was someone Owen had met two years ago when he took young Colin to visit Master Nico's estate.
The naive Colin asked Owen how Hogwarts was sorted into houses. Owen quietly told him that there were three challenges to overcome during the sorting process: the first was to defeat a troll, the second was to survive being chased by cats and leopards, and the third was to endure being under the claws of a dragon for two minutes.
The little guy turned pale when he heard that, and then had nightmares for a whole week!
Now that he's a student at Hogwarts, he naturally knows how the Sorting Ceremony works, so how could he not be angry?
"snort!"
The little guy got all cocky, so Irving gave him a push: "Get to class!"
The seventh-grade Charms class covers in-depth applications of spells. Even if you've studied the textbook on your own, you can already use them skillfully. But in Professor Flitwick's class, you can still grasp something deeper and make visible progress.
It's the same classroom, but it's completely different with Irving there and without him.
If Owen wasn't there, everyone could understand Professor Flitwick's lectures. But as soon as Owen arrived, everyone else was bewildered. They could understand what Professor Flitwick said individually, but when put together, it became like gibberish. By the end of the class, their minds were completely blank.
In fact, it's not just Charms class; even Transfiguration class is the same. When Owen isn't there, Professor McGonagall teaches the knowledge from the book. But when Owen is there, the class content has nothing to do with the book, and it's completely incomprehensible.
But the saddest thing is that Irving doesn't have to do homework, but they do, so the library is never short of people, even on Saturdays and Sundays, it's always full of older students.
Older students need theoretical knowledge, while younger students need a lot of practice. To meet this need, Owen specially erected a considerable number of magical dummies on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, so that young wizards can practice here anytime, anywhere.
The entire Hogwarts is filled with an atmosphere of learning, and students who love learning wish they had wheels of fire under their feet!
Quite by chance, Irving saw a figure walking hurriedly from behind. He raised an eyebrow, and after a few steps, he saw the same figure again.
After only a brief moment of confusion, Owen's feet left the ground, and he took off, heading straight for the Transfiguration Office!
He was absolutely certain that he wasn't seeing things. He could see two Hermiones at the same time, and he knew immediately that this must be a time-twister!
He's been applying for this for years without success, and someone else got it! Mama McGonagall, you need to explain this!
Professor McGonagall chuckled as she watched Owen burst into the office. Before he could even speak, she gave him a gentle hug, which quickly dispelled most of Owen's anger.
"Mama McGonagall, I want to apply for a time converter!"
Professor McGonagall was taken aback at first, then grabbed Owen's hand: "What did you call me?"
"Mama McGonagall, I've actually wanted to call you that for a long time, but I was afraid you'd be upset—"
"No, darling, I'm very happy—"
The witch cried, cried so hard. After she finally stopped crying, Owen quickly retreated, but only after he got outside did he realize what he had come here for.
If it were someone else, they might have come back another day, but Owen was different. He turned around and went back, and then the witch hugged him.
"Darling, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but you can't use the Time Converter. You have naturally powerful magic, and if you're not careful, the time span will become too large, and then you might disappear."
Well, it seems that thing is useless now, but he has another purpose: "Mama McGonagall, I saw the new rocket crossbow broom. I think it can withstand my magic. Do you want me to give it a try?"
"Yes, but you can't try it yourself; Rolanda must be present."
"OK!"
He has been a wizard for five years and has had an official status for three years, but he has never taken a single flying lesson. It's not that he can't fly, but he has never experienced the feeling of riding on a broomstick and enjoying high-speed flight.
Even a rocket crossbow wouldn't do; at least you experienced it once, right?
Moreover, he had already bought everything, so there was no need to wait. Mrs. Hooch was also quite curious, and she accepted Owen's invitation as soon as he invited her.
"Stretch out your hand and shout at it."
"stand up."
The broom flew into Owen's hands, and Mrs. Hodge's eyes lit up: "Very good, Owen, you succeeded on the first try. Now, you ride on it, and then step lightly—"
Before she could finish speaking, Owen took off. As expected of a rocket crossbow, it really did so, soaring straight into the sky. Mrs. Hooch was startled, but before she could react, Owen was back. However, instead of sitting on the broom, he was standing on it.
"Irving, what are you doing—"
"Madam, sitting on it increases the contact area, making it harder to control your magic. Standing on it will make it easier to control."
Contact area?
Mrs. Hooch has taught flying for so many years, she's seen all sorts of things, but this one standing and riding a broomstick—