Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 81 - Bonus Chapter for 500 Average Views!

After not returning for a month, Irving went for a morning run, had breakfast, and then went to class. It was then that Irving discovered that Dumbledore had given him a huge surprise!

"What brings you here?"

"Why can't I come?" Grindelwald said sternly, looking at the dumbfounded little wizard. "I was supposed to come a long time ago, but I was delayed by some things. Kid, you've been too comfortable here. This kind of environment will make you lose your vigilance. So, there's something I need you to do."

"I just got back; I only got back last night."

The old demon king smiled slightly: "No rush, it's the same if you rest for a few days before going."

Why are there so many things happening in the magical world?

When the old demon king said it would be a few days, it really was just a few days. During those few days, Owen first discussed the series of dragon potions with Professor Snape, and then used the extra medicinal materials, namely dragon blood, dragon teeth, dragon meat, etc., which, in addition to being used to make dragon potions, were also auxiliary materials for many high-level magical materials.

Snape was pleased, but he still said coldly, "Becoming a Potions Master is just the first step. Don't be too happy yet."

If it were someone unfamiliar with him, they would have taken this as sarcasm. But Irving was different; he knew this person too well, so he naturally knew how to answer: "Of course, Professor, I still have a long way to go, so I think the classes every Saturday afternoon cannot be stopped."

Snape's lips twitched. "No need for that. You can make the potion on your own. But if you run into any problems, you can come to me. And you don't need to wait until Saturday."

Three years!

Since Owen finally got his wand, he hadn't had a weekend in three years. Although training a Potions Master greatly satisfied him, it was also incredibly tiring. Snape thought it was time for him to relax and have a drink on the weekend.

"That's wonderful—" Owen started pulling notebooks out of his pocket, one by one. "Professor, I really have a lot of questions I'd like to ask you. I—wait, where is he?"

Teleportation is prohibited inside the castle, but other spells are permitted, such as sprinting at top speed.

Owen clicked his tongue, then put his notebook away. Potions weren't an option for now, so he'd switch to spells.

As a result, Professor Flitwick didn't even give him a chance to take out his notebook, and Owen didn't even have the heart to disturb Professor McGonagall.

When the students are fully engaged in learning, the teachers are the busiest. The learning atmosphere at Hogwarts right now is incredibly strong!

Previously, Owen only reigned supreme with his strength and knowledge, but this time, after he suddenly became an internationally renowned potions master, the students went a little crazy!

Yes, we can't match their magical talent, nor can we match their spell accumulation, but potions, a subject that doesn't require any magic or spells, Owen can do it, so why can we?

Of course, not everyone was interested in potions, so the students started to work hard, and the teachers became busy, especially with assignments. As the students' papers became more and more professional, the professors had to be even more attentive. If they were to inadvertently lead the students astray, the consequences would be dire.

And then there's the old devil, who now goes by the alias Grimm and has become the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.

Irving reasonably suspects that Dumbledore did it on purpose, making the old devil teach Muggle classes, not the students, but the old devil himself!

You know, the last time I went to see the old devil, he didn't even understand how television worked, but now he's teaching students Muggle lessons?

Irving took some time to attend a class and then discovered that the old devil was indeed quite impressive. He couldn't understand it, but he had money!

The Muggle items in the school were all too outdated, so the old devil paid out of his own pocket to replace them with a whole new batch of Muggle items. There was no need for explanation; he just gave some to whoever came to class and let them play with them on their own. They were all young people, so they could figure it out quickly after a while.

So, looking at the flashlights he was given, Irving felt he still preferred the large ship model over there—at least that thing was more pleasing to the eye.

"How was my class?"

Irving thought for a moment and replied, "I saw Galleons dancing."

The old devil laughed heartily, and after a while, he placed his hand on Owen's head: "Everything I have is there. Go and take it, take as much as you can. I won't help, nor will I stop you. It's all up to you!"

The old devil walked away with his back straight and hands behind his back, while Owen stood there, completely bewildered.

What is that? It's all still there. Where is "there"? Gringotts?

I don't understand.

It was only after meeting Dumbledore that he realized that what the old devil had asked him to retrieve was not wealth, treasure, or anything extraordinary, but rather his former power—that is, people!

If a madman like Voldemort can have a large following, then wouldn't the old devil who truly plays on ideology have fewer supporters?

No, there are many more, and these staunch followers have now formed their own circle. Even their descendants do not attend magic schools; instead, they are taught by themselves.

This is a force not to be underestimated. Why did the Dark Lord delay his arrival at Hogwarts for two years? It was for these people, and also to test Owen, allowing him to demonstrate his strength and abilities so that he could gain access to this force and become their new leader.

As for the headmaster of Hogwarts—the old devil really didn't think much of him. A bunch of student kids, even with the family power behind them, they're nothing special!

Okay, to put it more plainly, the old devil simply didn't think much of the British wizarding world.

"What if I don't go?"

Dumbledore's expression turned serious: "I'm afraid it's no use. These people have already been gathered together and are all in Nurmengard now. If you don't go soon, it will be difficult to calm their emotions."

Take a deep breath!

Take another deep breath!

In fact, Irving was mentally prepared. When he regarded the old devil and the old wizards as his elders, he knew that he would have to take on a lot of trouble. But he didn't expect to take on them so soon. It's only been a few years, how old am I? Can't I wait a little longer?

At the very least, I should have a happy, carefree childhood.

Okay, enough of the nonsense. After resting for two days, Owen set off again. This time, he used magic to get directly to Nurmengard. It was the same room and the same bed. He immediately collapsed onto the bed.

I don't want to move.

This teleportation spell over such a long distance is making me a little dizzy.

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