Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 29: The Roaring Letter? I saw it written with my own eyes.

Irving didn't say anything about Ron's apology because he genuinely didn't like the man.

Everyone has self-respect, but for the sake of self-respect, they become stubborn and foolish. This one, even after being punished twice, still hasn't changed. In comparison, Mr. Malfoy of Slytherin is much more pleasing to the eye. At least Mr. Malfoy knows not to let himself suffer losses.

The words "Mud Seed" have been completely erased. Although he is still so proud, that's only because he is currently seventh in the entire grade.

He's far superior to that certain redhead, and of course, he's also superior to that certain savior.

"Um... Owen, isn't Dumbledore not at school? You just..."

"They're delivering letters, and they're all shouting letters!"

Owen winked mischievously, ignoring the two dumbfounded little wizards, and turned back to his lounge. Although the seminar was short, it wasn't without its gains. The dozen or so spells were quite interesting to Owen, and he wrote them all down. He would then ask Professor Flitwick for guidance during his weekend tutoring session.

After organizing his notes, Irving started taking gifts out of his pocket.

Halloween isn't a major holiday, but it's still necessary to have a good meal. At this moment, Irving was in the kitchen. He didn't go to the auditorium to eat like everyone else because he didn't like the traditional Halloween food at all.

But not wanting to stand out during the holiday, he went straight to the kitchen.

"Master Owen, are you... really not going to the banquet?"

Owen chuckled and casually put his arm around the shoulder of the house-elf who had been speaking: "I'm not going. I'll stay here and celebrate the holiday with you guys."

A cheer erupted from the kitchen, and the elves sped up their work, preparing all the ingredients for the dinner in a very short time. Then, centered around the little wizard, they began their festive celebration.

When Owen had eaten about 70% of his fill, a little elf suddenly ran over, shouting, "Master Owen, a giant has appeared in the castle! The other young masters have already headed towards their dormitories! You...you..."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Irving shoveled the last bite of rice into his mouth, then leisurely walked out of the kitchen. After a few steps, a kitten jumped out of his arms, which transformed into a large cat upon landing.

Molly's current size is no smaller than that of an adult cat or leopard. If she were allowed to roam freely in the castle, no one would agree to it. Therefore, he could only use a shrinking spell to make Molly smaller and keep her in his arms. He would only release her after returning to the lounge, or occasionally take her for a few laps in the Forbidden Forest.

but now……

It's impossible for a giant to get into the castle, but if someone brought it in, then it makes sense.

But who would disregard the lives of so many young wizards and bring a giant into the castle?

Tsk!

That's so hard to guess!

"Molly, can you smell it?"

Trolls are humanoid magical creatures, best known for their poor hygiene and the stench they leave behind. While Owen can't smell them now, Molly can, as her sense of smell is dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than a human's.

"sneeze!"

Molly smelled it as soon as she came out, and was overwhelmed by the stench, so she quickly buried her head in the little wizard's arms, meowing.

"Okay, I got it. Why don't you go play in the Forbidden Forest for a while and don't come back anytime soon? This smell probably won't dissipate anytime soon. Oh, and once you're in the Forbidden Forest, don't fight with Little White. You can't beat him anyway..."

The big cat stiffened its neck immediately, and just as it was about to argue, the little wizard kissed it on the head, then took off and flew away close to the ground.

The big cat snorted a few times, then vanished in a flash. No, this castle is too smelly, I can't stay here. Perfect, I'll go find the stinky phoenix to fight!

Owen flew quite fast, enduring a stench that could make anyone faint, and arrived at the basement. He didn't see the troll, but he did hear the little witch crying.

"Hermione, is that you?"

The crying stopped abruptly, and then the little witch's voice came out: "Owen? You, what are you doing here? I... I'm alright."

Irving was both amused and annoyed. So you can't smell it in the women's restroom, huh?

"Come out quickly, something's happened!"

"No, Irving, you don't need to lie to me..."

"Hermione's here!"

Too lazy to explain, Owen simply used the Summoning Charm, and the little witch with bloodshot eyes flew out of the bathroom, looking completely dazed. As soon as she landed, she covered her nose and exclaimed, "What's that smell? It stinks!"

"It smells like a troll. A troll has broken into the castle, and..."

No explanation needed; the troll had already appeared in front of the two. The little witch shuddered in fright and immediately hid behind Owen.

A big body, a small head.

It is classified as XXXX level precisely because of its not-so-flexible little brain, but apart from its brain, it is top-notch in every other aspect: height, strength, and magic resistance.

Just as Owen raised his wand, a loud shout rang out: "Hermione, don't be afraid, we're coming!"

Irving closed his eyes in pain!

What the hell are you yelling about? With such a good opportunity, why can't you launch a sneak attack?

Ron was the first to rush forward, and then with a wand, he stabbed it into the troll's nose. Ron himself was thrown away, but the wand remained.

Harry went even further, leaping onto the troll... Such a heroic act is probably beyond Owen's reach; he's a bit of a germaphobe...

Of course, with their fighting style, there was only one outcome: just as the troll raised its foot, ready to stomp the two young wizards to death, Ron and Harry felt a tightness around their necks, and then they were quickly thrown off their feet, while the troll naturally missed its footing.

"Eliminate your weapon."

The troll's club was gone, along with half of its body, but its head remained intact.

This bloody scene left the three young wizards dumbfounded. Just as they were about to vomit, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded, and Dumbledore and the others made their appearance.

Seeing the troll gone, and then watching the young wizard putting away his wand, McGonagall secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, Owen was there, otherwise…

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to reprimand them, Dumbledore suddenly strode up to Owen and said, "Mr. Owen, I heard that you're the one who delivers the letters in my office?"

"Yes, Principal."

"Did you know that it was full of howling letters?"

Irving suddenly laughed: "I know, I saw Ms. Maxim and the others write it with my own eyes."

Dumbledore laughed too: "Ah, how nostalgic, Mr. Owen. I think we need to talk. May I come to my office?"

"Now?"

"Now."

"Yes, Principal."

After watching the old man and the child leave, just as Snape was about to take a few mouthfuls of the deadly poison, Professor McGonagall suddenly erupted!

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, I want to know, what's going on here?! Why are you all here?!"

Snape quietly withdrew his foot, which had already taken half a step...