I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 101 Owen's Underpants Are Seen Through

Harry and Ron naturally knew who Hermione was referring to.

But they didn't know how to respond. It's hard to believe that Kyrie Irving wasn't involved.

After all, everyone at Hogwarts knew that he was someone who liked to join in the fun.

"It's okay, don't worry, I won't get involved. Privilege, you know? Privilege!" Hermione's words had barely faded when the Hufflepuff trio arrived at the same time.

Irving walked past her with his hands behind his head, looking completely relaxed.

Even if you participate, I will take care of you.

"I won't let you lose badly."

"I don't need you to go easy on me!" The little witch's anger flared up instantly.

Even her drowsy mind cleared up.

"Unfortunately, I really can't join the young wizards' table this time," Owen said casually. "Professor Flitwick invited me to be his teaching assistant."

"I'm very busy!"

With that, he walked into the auditorium without looking back.

Hermione, left behind, gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with rage. That wretched fellow.

I need to work even harder!

Go to sleep at 2:30 tonight!

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The morning hours pass quickly.

During breakfast, Harry even asked Owen for several tips on how to quickly cast simple attack spells, just in case he messed up.

Although with his current strength, it would be difficult for him to make a mistake.

The trio at this point in time are already far more powerful than their counterparts in the original story.

Especially under his dedicated tutelage.

However, Harry was still worried that he would embarrass himself in front of Malfoy, so it was always good to be prepared.

Just after lunch, the professors removed the long dining tables representing the four colleges and replaced them with a gilded stage that appeared along one wall, illuminated by thousands of candles.

The ceiling was dyed a deep purple, and a solemn yet mysterious atmosphere permeated the auditorium.

A group of young wizards gathered around early on, standing close together below the stage, their faces full of excitement.

Then----

"Oh my god!"

"It's Kyrie Irving!"

"How come he's on stage?"

At this moment, Owen, wearing a brown bow tie and a bright smile, stepped onto the dueling stage amidst the cheers of Hufflepuff and the others.

Look how enthusiastic my friends are!

Owen's gaze swept over Hannah and the others, then took in all the Hufflepuff children.

Hmm—although he had beaten most of them up, the kind-hearted Hufflepuff still gave him a huge round of applause.

The scattered applause continued.

Until another figure stepped onto the dueling stage.

Instantly, Ravenclaw's voice resounded throughout the Great Hall!

"Professor Flitwick beat him up!"

Someone shouted something.

Irving immediately looked over—hmm, it was one of his students.

Tsk tsk—it seems this student needs to intensify his spell training.

"Professor Flitwick is so handsome!"

"Down with Hufflepuff oppression! Long live Ravenclaw!"

The nonsensical slogans gradually turned Professor Flitwick's initially cheerful face cold.

"Alright, quiet little wizards!" he said softly, holding up his wand.

His gaze swept over the young wizards in his academy.

Ugh—how embarrassing!

He had also heard about Irving's tutoring classes, and that many students from his college had signed up and then gotten badly beaten up!

Of course, his choice of Irving as his dueling assistant was the only one that was completely free from personal considerations.

There will absolutely be no retaliation or anything like that!!!

The young wizards quickly quieted down.

"Okay, let's start the lesson now."

In a solemn and quiet atmosphere, Professor Flitwick slowly began to speak: "Wizard dueling is a long-standing tradition that has existed for thousands of years. As we all know, Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House, was a master duelist."

As soon as Professor Flitwick finished speaking, a cheer erupted from the Gryffindor assembly area.

"Ahem!" The professor reached out to suppress the surging crowd, and then said, "In modern times, all kinds of dueling tournaments have emerged one after another, the most famous of which is the European Wizarding Duel Tournament held every five years."

"Oh! I know, Professor, you were a champion!" Ravenclaw Prefect Penelope Crivart suddenly interjected.

This time, however, it was met with cheers from the Ravenclaws.

"Thank you, Penelope, but we're more interested in discussing dueling techniques today than my honor," Professor Flitwick said, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"Regarding books on dueling tournaments and dueling history, I think you can keep an eye on the annual publications of the World Wizarding Tournament when you have time in the future."

"However, dueling is ultimately a subject that requires practical experience. Only when a wizard actually holds a wand can he experience the true difficulty of dueling, while books can only serve as a reference."

"Then first, I will have a duel demonstration with Mr. Sanchez."

Professor Flitwick's wand touched Owen's figure.

Then, like a seasoned veteran, he bowed slightly to Irving.

Irving responded by bending down.

"Ah—your weapon!"

"Armor for protection!"

Irving and Professor Flitwick unleashed their spells almost simultaneously.

The red light struck the blue armor.

In the instant the light flashed, Professor Flitwick made his move, launching three spells at Owen almost simultaneously from left to right.

Faced with multiple spells, it is impractical to defend with a single spell.

Because there will always be oversights.

So Owen's choice was to quickly wave his wand, transforming the carpet beneath his feet into a wall.

"boom!"

The moment the stone wall crumbled, the other professors immediately waved their wands to protect the young wizards.

Owen continued forward, the tip of his wand emitting a soft blue light, and several stone fragments were transformed back into magical creatures.

Several giant eight-eyed spiders bared their fangs and claws, lunging at Professor Flitwick.

The 'click' sound from the giant claw awakened the psychological trauma of countless young wizards.

"Stop the spell instantly." The professor's wand was used by the conductor of the Muggle world's orchestra.

As specks of golden light fell, the giant spiders turned back into shredded cloth.

Then he manipulated the rags and began to speak of how they had become enormous.

"When the strength is released and relaxed, it quickly grows larger."

Several pieces of cloth swayed in front of Irving's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Occasionally, some attack spells would also pass by.

"Blazing Flames!" Faced with the tattered cloth in front of him, Owen instinctively used a fire spell.

The raging fire burned the rag to ashes.

"They'll all be petrified!"

But the flames also blinded him, and a silent red spell, reflecting the firelight, struck him directly.

Irving froze instantly.

Then he fell straight down.

We've fallen for their trap!

He suddenly realized that Professor Flitwick was deliberately waiting for him to use the Fire Charm.

He anticipated his own thoughts!

(End of this chapter)