Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 20 The Train to School

September 1, 1991, weather: sunny.

Last night, Irving was too excited to fall asleep on his own, so he had to use a "quick sleep aid" to enter a deep, dreamless sleep. Then, early this morning, the plant alarm clock, the devil vine Miloff, took ten minutes to wake the little wizard up.

"Ah, the power is indeed a bit stronger now that I have the wand. I won't be able to use the wand next time I want to use this spell. Thank you, Milov."

The vine tendrils gently brushed across the little wizard's face, then handed him a towel. Owen took the towel to wash up, and in no time, the little wizard, having tidied himself up, left empty-handed. Of course, any magical items were stuffed into his pocket.

Master Newt's abilities aren't limited to magical creatures; he also possesses unparalleled skills with the Unseen Stretching Charm and the Weather Charm...

Otherwise, his briefcase wouldn't be so famous.

Although Owen only studied under Master Newt for three months, he had already mastered the basics of the Unseen Stretch Charm. His small pocket was the size of two classrooms, half of which was used to hold books and the other half to hold various odds and ends.

"Meow!"

"Of course, Molly, we'll be taking the Hogwarts Express to school just like the other students. Trust me, you'll love it there, and I'll introduce you to Mrs. Norris."

"Meow!"

"Mrs. Lorris isn't a cat or leopard, but she has cat and civet blood. She's an old Hogwarts resident, so if you don't understand something, just ask her."

"Meow!"

Molly is no longer the little fuzzy creature she was two months ago, able to hide in the little wizard's clothes. She is now larger than Mrs. Lorris, so Owen is carrying her.

Today, the little wizard is dressed in Muggle clothes, exuding an air of British aristocracy. These were a gift from Professor McGonagall; once he arrives at school, he can simply put on the wizard robes—very convenient.

But his magic suppressor wasn't so easy to hide, especially the one on his head.

These were made by Master Nico, using the cheapest material, gold. There are six pieces in total. The headband is more like a headband, and there are two bracelets and anklets worn on the hands and feet respectively. The last part is made into a belt.

Those who don't know the reason will be first attracted by the little wizard's appearance and temperament when they see him, and then their eyes will be irresistibly drawn to his head, because that headband is just... too gorgeous.

With a base of gold and three rubies and three sapphires, each the size of a pigeon's egg, the little wizard looked like a prince wandering among the common people.

Owen originally chose crystal, but Master Nico refused. Crystal is far less effective at resisting magic than gemstones, and some crystals can even enhance magic power.

This is a magic suppressor, not a magic amplifier...

"In the eyes of an alchemist, there is no such thing as noble or lowly, only what is suitable or unsuitable. My dear, you must get used to this."

Owen remembered Master Nico's words, and that's how things turned out. But he hadn't learned the spell to make objects invisible, and it wasn't in the book, so this was all he could do. Once he got to school, he'd go to the library and see if he could find such a spell.

These six magic suppressors may not be worth much, even though they are made of gold and gems. But there is one thing that is very special: the one embedded in the belt is not a gem, but a magic stone. Only with the magic stone as the center can the six suppressors be connected into one and control the rampant magic power in one's body.

If people found out about this, half the magical world would probably go crazy, and it wouldn't be surprising if they did something insane.

Wizards are not susceptible to disease, but they do have a lifespan that is ultimately limited. The Philosopher's Stone is the only known key that can extend that lifespan indefinitely.

It needs to be hidden well...

Platform 9¾, which is basically 9¾ pillars, Owen took a deep breath, rubbed his head beforehand, and then hugged Molly and rammed his head into it.

Seeing the red train, Owen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had arrived a bit early, and no one had given him directions. If he had miscounted... he would have bumped his head by now.

The train was scheduled to depart at 10:00, but it was only 8:00. After boarding, Irving found a carriage and sat down to read a book until someone pushed open the carriage door, bringing him back to his senses.

"Um... hello, may I... sit here?"

Looking at the chubby little wizard, Owen replied gently, "Of course, please have a seat."

The chubby boy breathed a long sigh of relief, then dragged his luggage into the carriage and, with Owen's help, put it on the luggage rack.

"Thank you very much. My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"You're welcome. My name is Owen, Owen Carrot."

The two exchanged a smile. Owen put the book aside and then took out some snacks from his pocket: "Neville, nice to meet you. These are chocolate treats from the Muggle world that I brought from home. You can try them."

The chubby boy was a little shy, but Owen's approachable demeanor and gentle tone made him relax for once. Just as they were chatting and laughing, the carriage door was pushed open again, and the little witch with long, naturally curly hair came in.

"Irving!"

Hermione was overjoyed: "Oh my god, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Long time no see, Hermione, come in and have a seat."

With a wave of his hand, Owen sent Hermione's luggage flying to the overhead rack. Neville was bewildered, but Hermione was not: "Good heavens, have you become so proficient with the Levitation Charm? I spent the entire holiday learning only the Repair Charm, besides studying."

The little witch was as lively as ever. Owen pulled her to sit down next to him and pointed to the opposite side, saying, "This is Mr. Neville Longbottom, Neville. And this is Miss Hermione Granger."

Neville blushed and greeted Hermione, who waved back confidently, "Hi Neville, are you a freshman this year too?"

"Yes."

"So, are you a pureblood?"

"Yes...yes."

"Oh my god, then you'll definitely... um..."

Owen reached out and covered the little witch's mouth. Then, under her surprised gaze, he chuckled and said, "Regardless of whether they are pure-blooded or not, a young wizard cannot possess a wand before the age of eleven. In other words, even if their parents or relatives are wizards, they will not teach the child any magic."

Hermione paused for a moment, then replied, "Even so, they can still learn the knowledge in the textbook well in advance."

Owen shrugged and said, "Such situations are extremely rare, Hermione. Not everyone is as passionate about learning as you are, Neville. Hermione has a real talent for learning methods. If you encounter any difficulties in your studies, just go to her!"

Now it was Hermione's turn to blush: "No, no, no, you're better than me."

"No, you're more suitable than me. You're not only good at learning, you can also teach, and I'm not sure if you'll be in the same grade as you."

Irving wasn't exaggerating, because he himself didn't know, but one thing was certain: he wouldn't start from the first grade, since he had already finished the first-grade curriculum.