Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 136 Obeying Rules and Regulations

To repel external threats, one must first secure internal stability.

For so many years, Owen has been painstakingly managing Hogwarts, and then using it as a foundation to control the Ministry of Magic, and then change the entire magical world.

Right now, the thing he doesn't need to worry about the most is Hogwarts. If anyone still wants to interfere with the school, he'll be facing professors whose strength is in no way inferior to that of Aurors. Incidentally, the number of professors in the school now is no less than the number of Death Eaters in the past.

Clearly, the old wizard thought so too, so when he received the letter from his old friend, he naturally handed it to Owen and then gestured to him with his eyes: Who of the two of us should do this job?

After reading the letter, Irving gave a wry smile and said, "I'll go instead. The favor you owed me back then was also because of me. It's been a long time since we last met, and I really should go and thank the old man."

The old wizard nodded, then promised Owen, "I won't go too far until you return."

The elderly all over the world become more like children as they age, and the old wizard is no exception. He said it wouldn't be too far away; it probably wouldn't be outside of Europe.

Owen packed his things quickly and left the castle that night. After buying a plane ticket the next day, he took a flight that lasted more than ten hours before finally landing. He then transferred to another vehicle and arrived at Longhu Mountain.

That's right, the old wizard's letter came from Longhu Mountain. The old celestial master wrote a letter to his old friend abroad, inviting him to visit the Luotian Grand Ritual. This time, the old wizard wasn't in the mood to go, so Owen came, just to observe the ceremony.

This was Irving's idea, but after he bought a ticket, entered the front mountain, and headed to the back mountain, he was pulled aside before he even saw the Old Master.

Irving was completely bewildered; he didn't recall having any friends in this country.

So, what does this person mean?

After a long silence, Owen looked curiously at the girl who had pulled him aside: "Madam, we—"

know?"

"I don't know them, but the contestant registration is over here, not in that direction."

Sign up?

Contestant?

What's going on? Is it because there are too many people attending the Luotian Grand Ceremony at Longhu Mountain, so they need to select attendees first?

But it seems that's true—there are more people, unlike in England where there are only so many people. If Hogwarts holds any important ceremony, it needs to invite quite a few people, and in order to make room for everyone, not just anyone can come.

"Thank you, I understand."

Having figured this out, Irving consciously lined up. Because it was a bit late, he was at the very back. When he finally saw the old master, the old man was speaking. Judging from his complexion and his strong voice, the old man seemed to be in good health, which made Irving very happy.

Although the old man was only doing it out of respect for the old wizard, he did indeed help him, and Owen owes him that favor.

When you're on the elders' turf, you have to follow their rules. So Irving obediently lined up, drew a lot, and then, guided by the Taoist priests, arrived at the venue where the game was about to start. He then waited patiently for his number to be called.

However, while he fell silent, things were a bit more chaotic on the other side. Zhang Chulan moved closer to Feng Baobao: "Sister Baobao, do you know that person?"

"I don't know him."

"Huh? Then why have you been paying attention to him?"

"That person—" Feng Baobao thought for a moment and replied, "He's very dangerous, even more dangerous than your kid's martial uncle. I'm thinking about how to bury him."

Zhang Chulan shuddered, then looked in Owen's direction. There were quite a few people watching him. Owen didn't think too much about it. He was a foreigner, but with his natural black hair and black eyes, he was inconspicuous in this environment if he didn't wear a wizard's robe.

Others were looking at him, and he was looking at others. Among these people were people with white hair, red hair, and pink hair. Compared to them, he, the foreigner, was not so conspicuous.

This is fine too.

In a good mood, he even smiled and nodded at Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan to express his gratitude.

"This young man seems quite friendly and quiet. Bao'er, you're not mistaken, are you?"

Zhang Chulan saw Owen's smile, then tugged at Bao'er's clothes: "I don't see anything dangerous about him."

Bao'er turned around and met Zhang Chulan's gaze. Looking into his clear eyes, she replied expressionlessly, "What do you know? That kid could kill you in the blink of an eye."

Zhang Chulan was extremely surprised: "No, really?"

Bao'er never makes empty promises, so when Zhang Chulan looked at Owen again, his eyes had changed. Then he paid attention to Owen's match schedule and, when he found that he had one match earlier than Owen, he decided to rush over as soon as he finished his match to see how strong Owen really was.

The first round was a chaotic battle. Although there were only four people, the methods used by these extraordinary individuals were incredibly varied and unpredictable.

Irving didn't really care. He was just there to observe the ceremony; winning or losing didn't matter. He just wanted to offer his blessings to the old man, and then—

"You look so young and you've already come here?"

"Isn't this the rabbit figurine from some park?"

"Hahaha, you pretty boy, you'd better run! What if Grandpa loses control and beats you up badly?"

There are no good fighters, and no good words to curse. Owen was used to the strict etiquette in the magical world, so hearing these foul words suddenly made him not only uncomfortable but also angry.

We're all here to compete for a spot to watch the ceremony; no one is more noble than the other. If you're this rude, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Although angry, Owen hadn't lost his mind. Using dark magic directly would be inappropriate, so he decided to start with the basics.

————One minute later————

Looking at the three people lying on the ground with their eyes rolled back, Owen gasped. Then, at the Taoist priest's signal, he quietly walked out of the arena, found a quiet place, lifted his T-shirt, looked at the bruise on his abdomen, and gasped again.

These guys are really going all out!

Isn't it all for a spot to attend the ceremony?

Moreover, although these people's abilities are not in the same vein as magic, they are not much different in terms of unpredictability and strangeness. His armor spell was still broken through.

After taking out a bottle of potion and drinking it, Owen sat down and waited for it to take effect. He was completely unaware that he was being targeted, because one of his three opponents was named Wang Bing, the same Wang Bing who had called Owen a "rabbit."

Of course, all three of them had foul mouths, so when Owen made his move, he tried his best to hit them in the face. How could the Wang family, one of the four great families, be happy about such a merciless fighting style?

"Go and find out what kind of background that kid has. If he doesn't have any powerful backing—" Wang Ai made a decapitation gesture: "Keep an eye on him. Deal with him after we go down the mountain. In Longhu Mountain, we have to give the Old Celestial Master some face."

So he decided to go see the old man tonight, at least to convey his old wizard's blessing. As for attending the ceremony, he would just follow the rules. A four-person free-for-all should be enough to field quite a few people, so if he won one more match, he should be able to qualify to attend.

The moon was quite bright on Longhu Mountain, so it wasn't dark at night. It wasn't a secret that Owen wanted to see the old Taoist master. As he walked and asked, quite a few enthusiastic Taoist priests gave him directions. But just as he arrived outside the courtyard where the old man was resting, he suddenly saw a figure flash by and a young Taoist priest flew out.

Then, in a flash, the tall figure of the old Celestial Master appeared behind the young Taoist priest.

It really is————

The older they get, the more cunning they become! At this rate, combined with their age, wow!

Moreover, it seems that the cultivation sects in China are really quite timid. It's so late, and the elders are still disciplining the younger generation. At Hogwarts, at this time, the young wizards are either asleep or preparing to cause trouble.

Looks like I'll have to roll it up when I get back.

It was best not to get too close at a time like this, so Owen deliberately kept his distance. After the young Taoist priest left, he looked at the old man still standing outside, then approached and said with a smile, "Old Celestial Master, it's been a long time. It's wonderful to see you still so energetic."

Looking at Owen's face, the old master was stunned for a while before he remembered who this young man was. Then the old man laughed heartily: "So it's you, my little fellow! It's been a long time indeed. You've grown up! Your body—"

Irving patted his chest: "There are absolutely no problems now. I have to thank you for breaking the rules of Longhu Mountain back then."

The old man laughed again: "Let's not talk about that. Come, come in and have a drink."

When Owen entered the room and saw the cup of tea in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Although his hair color, eyes, and even his Mandarin could help him blend into the environment, his lifestyle habits could not be changed immediately. This cup of tea was completely different from what he knew as drinking a cup of tea.

"Dumbledore received your letter. I am here on his behalf to attend the ceremony. I wish you a successful event."

The old man was very happy: "Okay, okay, since you're here, then have a good time and don't rush back."

"OK."

Irving could tell that the old man wasn't just being polite: "But if I lose in the later games and don't get a spot to watch the ceremony, can I watch it from a distance?"

"Um?"

A row of question marks appeared above the old master's head?

But he soon realized that Irving had misunderstood. However, when he learned that Irving had already won a game, he laughed again: "Little guy, you can't give up like this. You have to keep going. I'll be here to watch the game tomorrow and see how much you've grown over the years."

"OK."

"Alright, it's not right to make you young people keep an old man like me company. Aren't they having a party? Go and have some fun. Since you're here, have a good time."

So, after leaving the courtyard where the old master was resting, he found the gathering place. By then, the group of young people had almost finished drinking, and many of them were gathered together. Owen walked over curiously, and then he was immediately stunned—

"What? Can't see clearly?"

Zhang Chulan was already quite drunk: "Then I'll show you all!"

After he finished speaking, golden light emanated from his body, but many people didn't see the golden light itself, but rather what was within it—

Gonggong sand.

After regaining his senses, Irving quickly took a few steps back. He really hadn't expected that these people would be so open-minded.

"Hey young man, you look unfamiliar. Which family are you from?"

Owen turned around, looked at the man with naturally curly hair, and smiled, "Hello, I'm Owen Carrot from Hogwarts, and you are?"

"A foreigner?" Xu Si was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Hello, I'm Xu Si, the person in charge of North China for NaDuTong."

"Mr. Xu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Xu Si looked Owen up and down, then suddenly laughed and said, "Everyone says that the Old Master has a wide circle of friends. I didn't expect that, Mr. Carrot, you are also an extraordinary person."

"You can call me Owen. I'm not an Inhuman, I'm a wizard."

Xu Si smiled. As the regional head, he knew a lot about foreign forces, but Hogwarts—this was the first time he had ever heard of it. Seeing that Owen was in good spirits, he decided to have a deeper conversation, even if it was just to find out more.

But just then, Owen pointed at the glowing figure and said, "Mr. Xu, this place has this style—"

Irving considered many words, but found none quite right. Just as he was choosing, Xu Si chuckled and said, "Don't worry about that idiot. Come on, Irving, let's drink and chat!"

The next morning, while the young people were mocking someone, Xu Si pounded his head a few times, then looked at Xu San beside him and said, "How's it going? Did you find out anything?"

Xu San looked at his younger brother with disdain: "You drank thirteen bottles of Erguotou and only found out that Hogwarts is a magic school? Xu Si, you should save your breath. If you really can't handle it, you should work on your drinking capacity."

Xu Si looked pained: "How was I supposed to know that little foreigner could drink so much?"

Xu San couldn't hold back any longer: "People are calling him a wizard. Wizard, use your brain, will you? Drinking like this without knowing the other person's abilities, aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death first?"

Xu Si didn't want to bring this up anymore: "Alright, we've already found out, haven't we? We'll investigate it thoroughly when we get back. What's his name? Hogg—"

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Yes, yes, this is it!"

"No need to check anymore. I checked last night and there was no information at all. This magic school is not listed in the records of All-Access. It must be due to the old master's personal connections."