I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 1: What a perfectly accurate Harry Potter world! (Please continue reading!)

Grandpa said: Life is like a box of flavored beans, you never know what you're gonna get.

As a child, Irving didn't think much of it.

It's just flavored beans, no matter how strange it is, what kind of flavor can it have?

Until one day he ate a multi-flavored bean that tasted like stinky feet.

From then on, Irving refused all snacks from Zonko's Magic Joke Shop.

As for the multi-flavored beans of life, the taste he experienced was quite different from that of ordinary people.

For example, during the period immediately after he traveled to the Harry Potter world, he had nightmares every night.

He dreamt that he had traveled to a perfectly "correct" magical world.

First of all, he had no gender in his dream—he could only barely tell that he was a boy based on his voice.

The second one was the one I met on the Hogwarts Express, the Latino Harry with a lightning bolt scar on his head.

And from Hermione, who has an excellent matching system.

Of the trio, only Ron seemed normal. Apart from having long, fiery red hair, speaking in a soft voice, and always following behind the Latino Harry like Ginny, the rest of them were quite normal.

Hmm—that's normal.

It's a normal ghost!

Owen, who suspected he might have been transported to some strange Harry Potter world, felt utterly hopeless.

After all, his only advantage is his foresight, and who knows if the original story he knows will still happen in such a world.

Therefore, Irving decided to stay close to the academy professors, avoiding trouble and not joining the main characters.

Good good study day day up.

The first-year students don't have many days left until the OWL exam.

It took a total of over 1,300 days.

Excluding sleeping, eating, holidays, and potential disasters, his study time at school will not exceed four hundred days at most!

Four hundred days!

Rounded up or down, that's tomorrow!

Do you feel the urgency?

Then hurry up and go study! (Funny)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

But when Owen actually stepped through the gates of Hogwarts, what he saw and heard thereafter shattered his last hopes with a single blow.

When did Hogwarts start allowing students to choose their own male or female dormitories?

That's not all; the school's little wizards are a kaleidoscope of colors, from black to red.

Appearances ranged from ancient gods to elves;

Her identity changed from vampire to Veela; (ps: this is a possibility.)

Gender is not distinguished by male or female, but is marked by letters from A to Ω.

The enormous Hogwarts Castle is like a museum of humanoid creatures.

This was hard for Kyrie Irving, a mere mortal, to accept.

In such a 'correct' world, he didn't hesitate at all, and almost begged the Sorting Hat to sort him into Slytherin.

Because Slytherin is the only school in Hogwarts that is full of 'discrimination' and 'prejudice'.

Their ancestors all followed William the Conqueror into the Central Plains; they were all noble old Londoners, born under the Union Jack.

If you dare to wander into the toilet, Snape will beat you to death!

And so, Irving finally found a clean and peaceful haven.

Unfortunately, being in such a world, the tree may wish to remain still, but the wind will not cease. No matter how he tried to escape, he was inevitably drawn into the "right" war that swept across the wizarding world of Britain and even Europe.

Initially, Owen used his precognitive advantage to frantically increase the power of the Slytherins.

The "Anti-Correct Alliance" organization he led—the Death Eaters—swept across almost the entire UK and parts of Europe.

At its peak, it could influence the political situation of European wizards with a single thought.

However, the setbacks snowballed and grew larger and larger.

Ultimately, they were defeated by the "despicable transgender organization" Order of the Phoenix.

The mighty Dark Lord was defeated by the Latino Harry Potter, while Owen also died heroically in the Battle of Hogwarts, shedding his blood for his erroneous cause.

Then he woke up.

wake up.

It's also possible that I've traveled through time again.

Irving couldn't be sure.

Even though the five-year-old begged his grandfather to drive him to 4 Privet Road in London overnight, he was still scared after confirming with his own eyes that Harry was not Latino, and even developed PTSD.

There was nothing I could do; that dream was just too real.

It seems he really did live a lifetime in that world.

The spell in my memory has never been so clear, as if I could cast it with a wave of my hand.

And then he actually succeeded in casting the spell—an incredibly skillful petrification spell.

He used his grandfather's magic wand.

The magic wand that was left behind—when Irving was eight years old, his grandfather contracted varicella, an infectious disease similar to chickenpox, but much riskier, and potentially fatal if the condition was severe.

Because of its contagiousness, Irving didn't even get to see his grandfather one last time.

Only a cold, impersonal notice from the St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injury and Wounds announced the quiet departure of his only remaining family member in this world.

Upon learning the news, Irving did only one thing.

He took his own shovel and ran to Grandpa Rick's burial site late at night, where he dug up his coffin.

Will his maternal grandfather die?

You must be joking!

Do you even know my last name? Sanchez!

Sanchez~

Irving Sanchez.

Rick definitely abandoned him and went on an adventure with Morty from another universe.

Irving was convinced of this when he opened the coffin but found no remains.

Unfortunately, he didn't find the teleportation gun in the coffin.

Otherwise, this would not be a simple Harry Potter story; it would have to be a story spanning countless worlds.

However, Irving had to face the fact that the old man with spotless white hair, who often wore a black trench coat and dressed himself like an English gentleman, had indeed completely disappeared from his life.

Three years passed before he left.

Kyrie Irving is eleven years old this year.

It was a Tuesday in August 1991.

Heavy rain has blanketed the British Isles for a week.

A cold vortex from the Scottish Highlands continues to attack warm, moist air from the Atlantic Ocean.

A cold, biting wind swept across the entire city of London.

The streets were less crowded than usual.

Young Irving dragged his luggage from his suburban estate by taxi, and after more than an hour's journey, he arrived at King's Cross Station.

The station was unusually lively today, with many people wearing cloaks and strange costumes appearing out of nowhere.

Owen followed behind them and easily found Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, which connected the train station to the magical world.

"Oh! Don't worry about the child." Suddenly, a robust red-haired woman caught Owen's attention.

"Just keep walking straight towards the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, just rush in. If you're nervous, just jog. Go ahead. You go first, Ron will follow you."

"Okay!" Standing next to her was a thin, sallow-skinned little boy who looked like he had been malnourished for a long time.

He was staring timidly at the wall not far away.

Harry Potter!

Good heavens!

What a mistake! What a white Harry Potter!

Having been tormented in his dreams for so long, Owen found it somewhat strange to see Harry like this now.

Hmm! And then there's Ron—short hair, looks silly, his clothes are old, and the cuffs aren't trimmed.

This is completely different from the guy Owen remembers who would just follow Harry around shouting "geigei".

The new book is launched.

(End of this chapter)