I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 10 Harry Potter's Little Troubles (You all know what I mean.)

"Forehead"

He makes a very good point.

I couldn't refute it!

After a moment of silence, Truman's sense of honor as a prefect compelled him to pull himself together.

He began to teach earnestly, "There's a reason why those curses are unforgivable."

"The blood of wizards and Muggles flows behind them."

His deep voice echoed in the lounge.

Although the young wizards were still confused, they could glean some insights from the conversation between Owen and Truman.

Owen must be talking about some kind of evil magic.

"I know—" Owen said, unusually without a joking tone.

He looked Truman in the eye and said solemnly, "But I believe that all wizards should learn about the Unforgivable Curse or at least understand it, even if it brings questions and debates."

"Because this is preparation for resisting aggression."

"Having no sword in hand and having a sword but not using it are not the same thing."

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this--

For the first time, Truman looked at Irving with unwavering seriousness.

Look at him carefully.

Look at it from head to toe.

What he said makes so much sense!

But—that's an unforgivable curse!

When will the unforgivable be able to appear openly in a young wizard's class, just like the Levitation Charm?

He would absolutely think the world has gone completely mad.

"I can't argue with you, Owen." After a long silence, Truman looked directly into Owen's eyes and said, "But this is definitely not how a wizard should fight, at least not the way a true Hufflepuff would fight."

"I will relay your words to the dean."

Truman still harbored resentment towards Owen's dark wizard grandfather, believing that the eleven-year-old wizard's shocking ideas must have been influenced by that evil wizard.

"Hmm—it's definitely not suitable for Hufflepuff." Owen nodded, stroking his chin with feigned maturity. "The Badgerhouse's fighting style."

A mental search.

Suddenly, a piece of music etched into his DNA began to play in his head.

——Hunterman! Conquered the Pokémon!

——たとえ火の中水の中草の中山の中. Whether in fire, water, grass or forest

—— 土の中云の中あのコのスカートの中(キャ~!). In the skirt of the girl in the clouds in the earth (click~!)

Ha! I choose you—Niffler!

My goal is to become the Master Trainer of Fantastic Beasts!

Hmm—this is the right way to experience Hufflepuff!

Without the magical little devils, the badger yard always feels like something's missing.

As expected—Hufflepuff is going to follow the nurturing model.

Irving nodded, clearly agreeing.

So, does that mean I should pick a magical little animal first?

"Alright, that concludes today's gathering." Truman stood up, nodded solemnly to the young wizards, and said softly, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask the upperclassmen."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the lounge by himself.

It disappeared at the end of the round wooden barrel.

The group of young wizards looked at each other, and soon scattered like birds and beasts.

Today is their first day off at Hogwarts.

The new students were full of enthusiasm, and Justin and his friends made plans to explore the castle together.

Owen didn't go with them. Putting everything else aside, during his first playthrough, he researched almost all of the school's secrets in order to conquer Hogwarts.

He knew of several secret passages that allowed outsiders to sneak into Hogwarts.

There's even one thing that very few people know about.

At the bottom of the Black Lake, there is a narrow underground drain leading to the castle's sewer system.

So let's skip exploring the castle and all that.

He planned to wander around the Forbidden Forest, hoping to encounter some rare and magical animals.

And—that letter.

He's going to Hagrid's place.

Having made up his mind, Irving quickly and easily walked out of the locker room.

"Potter!"

A loud shout of anger echoed through the spacious corridor.

The other young wizards in the Owen Passage instinctively shrank their necks.

That voice—they knew it all too well.

It was Snape.

"Professor—I didn't mean to, I just spaced out."

"Shut up, Potter." Snape said in his distinctive, deep, slow, and heavily sarcastic tone, "Is this how your idiot aunt taught you? To talk back to a professor?"

Upon hearing the sound, Owen ignored the horrified looks of the other young wizards and crouched down to the corner of the corridor. Peeking out, he saw the three unlucky guys.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

And of course, there's Snape, whose greasy hair could make a whole dish.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Harry apologized hastily. A large pile of books lay scattered at his feet, clearly from the impact of Snape's fall.

Upon hearing this, Snape reacted as if he had heard something disgusting and despicable. His usually indifferent face contorted with reverie. "Absolutely disgusting—"

Before he could finish speaking, the little witch interrupted, "We were just studying a spell, Harry, wasn't he—"

"Shut up!" Snape roared, his voice echoing through the ceiling.

By this time, apart from Owen who was hiding around the corner watching the show, the other Hufflepuff wizards had already fled back to the common room.

"Miss Granger, did I give you permission to speak?"

"Gryffindor -5 points deducted!"

Snape glared at Hermione, then turned his gaze to Harry after half a second: "I thought Gryffindors were all a bunch of brainless baboons, like wand-wielding trolls."

He glanced at the few books lying on the floor.

Standard Defense Against the Dark Arts

Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense

Practical Defense Against Black Magic

Ten commonly used dueling spells

"Hmph? What? Do you want to fight someone? Bullying the weak, just like your brainless father!" Snape's expression darkened even further.

If it was sarcastic just now, it's now really threatening.

"I didn't, I was just protecting myself," Harry shouted in protest.

But it was clear that Snape wouldn't listen to a single word he said.

"Enough! I think you've told enough lies. Deduct ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. Also, I'll tell your headmistress that one of her famous students is planning to attack the rest of the school." Snape flicked his sleeve, his cloak billowing in the wind, and strode toward the spiral staircase like an old bat spreading its wings.

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Interesting~

Owen, hiding around the corner, watched Snape walk away with a knowing smile.

He and James are like the positive and negative poles of a magnet; they will always attract each other and become entangled.

That's how it is in the original story.

The same thing happened on my first playthrough.

At the time, Irving really couldn't understand how Miss Snape and James had developed a grudge.

Until he did a little investigation, he discovered a shocking revelation.

What, best friends turning against each other and becoming enemies?

The entanglement between the tsundere, arrogant Slytherin heiress and the unruly, dissolute Gryphon young master almost made Owen's jaw drop.

After learning about that period of history.

He couldn't help but lament that if the tsundere trait hadn't been phased out, Harry Potter wouldn't have existed at all in the first playthrough.

There may be a child with such a name, but he will definitely not be the savior in the prophecy.

In the first playthrough, his name will be directly changed to: Neville Longbottom.

Hey!

Look at this ill-fated relationship; no matter how the world changes, some people will still clash.

The first playthrough was more interesting than the second, lol.

(End of this chapter)