I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 104 Christmas - My Demonic and Unruly Persona

"Also, did you leave your glasses in the dorm? I'm really curious, how did you manage to miss your spells from just a few feet away?"

"Ahem! Professor Snape!" Professor Flitwick quickly coughed a few times, pulling Snape back from the escalating sarcasm.

"The two young wizards do have various problems with spellcasting, but their mastery of spells is quite good. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, add five points each."

After saying that, Professor Flitwick stepped forward and began to correct the two men's spellcasting movements: "Davis, your right hand is moving too much. The smaller the spell you cast, the better. This will make it more concealed and prevent your enemies from knowing what spell you are about to cast."

"And, Wood, well, I can tell you've practiced this spell diligently, but you're using too much force. The release of a spell should have its own rhythm, and every swing should be purposeful, not just blindly standing still and casting a spell."

Professor Flitwick then corrected a few minor issues between the two sides, from their gestures to the range of their forearms; a simple disarming spell was analyzed incisively by the professor.

He can rattle off all sorts of spellcasting tips and tricks off the top of his head.

Professor Flitwick even stated that powerful wizards can discern the spells their opponents are about to cast from their spellcasting gestures, and that any wizard with real power will choose to develop their own spells.

Speaking of this—his gaze involuntarily drifted to Snape beside him.

Although Snape had a terrible reputation at school, it is undeniable that his talent for developing spells surpassed his own.

"Next, we'll start in groups. Let's begin the practice."

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the carpet in the Great Hall was divided into four equal parts by four different colors.

Those are the colors of the four major academies.

"The young wizards will be grouped according to their respective houses," Professor Flitwick announced loudly.

The students in the auditorium were noisy and crowded together until the prefects began to organize the wizards of their respective houses, at which point things became much more orderly.

"Gryffindor, over here!"

"Ravenclaw, over here!"

A few minutes later, everyone lined up in an orderly fashion.

And then—and then, the deans were too ashamed to stay in the auditorium any longer.

So embarrassing.

A chaotic battle of spells ensued, with all sorts of red orbs of light flying everywhere.

Every now and then, a young wizard would be knocked away and crash into a large group of people.

Compared to the epic duel between Owen and Professor Flitwick, the other young wizards' dueling skills were, as Snape said, like wand-wielding baboons.

This is where Professor Sprout's moment of glory begins.

She stood up straight, her posture impeccable.

His face was full of pride.

Although her magical abilities are the worst among the four deans, her students are amazing!

Owen could take on an entire grade by himself. It's unlikely that any genius wizard will surpass him for many years to come.

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.

the other side.

The students were so chaotic that the professors, with limited energy, were at a loss as to what to do about the mess.

"Nawi, don't be shy, pronounce the spell clearly."

"Also, Susan, make your arm movements a little smaller. Dean! Aim carefully before you swing your wand!" A red ball of light flew past, passing between Seamus's legs and striking Ron's calf.

Professor McGonagall quickly raised her wand and cast a spell to counteract the effect.

Then he announced it in a loud voice.

Professor Flitwick was doing the same thing beside him.

The deans were struggling to maintain order in the auditorium.

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.

The Duel Club was not a great success, but it wasn't a failure either.

But everyone could sense that yesterday afternoon was too chaotic.

After the young wizards began practicing freely, the chaos doubled on the spot.

The entire auditorium was filled with little wizards bending over and fumbling around.

They were all searching for their wands at the feet of the chaotic crowd.

Every now and then, there are amazing scenes of people bowling.

A young wizard was knocked away, and then knocked down several unfortunate people behind him along the way.

In short, the seemingly farcical duel club has finally come to an end.

And this is the last peaceful holiday for the young wizards.

Christmas is just around the corner.

After an unbearable potions class.

Finally—finally, the semester is over.

A heavy silence, like the snow on the ground, enveloped the entire castle.

The young wizards, whose energy has been completely released, need a thorough rest.

Christmas dawn quietly arrived.

The weather was cold, and the surroundings were covered in snow. Early in the morning, Owen got up and, after feeding his cat dad, he began to unpack the Christmas presents by the bedside.

He received more gifts this year than last year.

Harry and Ron, being well-off, also sent things.

Ron, a Quidditch fanatic, gave him a poster of the Chadli Cannons.

Harry gave him a brand new hand-knitted sweater—from its bright red color and the huge O on the chest, he knew it was definitely Mrs. Weasley's work.

Harry asked Mrs. Weasley to knit him a sweater?

Hmm—very good.

After folding the sweater and placing it on the bed, Irving moved on to the next thing.

Hannah gave him a tie, and Justin gave him a Muggle trench coat.

It's a very high-end fabric; it's probably worth a lot of money.

Hermione then gave him a magnificent eagle quill pen, along with a handwritten copy of the Hogwarts school rules.

To Owen's surprise, Luna also sent a gift: a small wooden doll, clearly carved by her own hand, depicting him in the majestic pose of his duel with Professor Flitwick.

There was another item—well—that Draco sent him: a magic book made of dragon skin, containing many precious ancient spells.

As for the Christmas gifts Irving gave them—all ten Galleons, picking them out one by one was such a hassle.

It's better to cash it out.

Besides Malfoy, he also gave him the Far East magical gadgets he bought during the summer vacation.

Another gift Luna received was a rabbit ear headdress made from unicorn tail hair.

Wearing it will make you grow two rabbit ears, and your hair will become long, silver, and shimmer with the glow of a unicorn.

This is the only magical item he made himself.

To this end, Owen even went to the Weasley twins to ask for their experience in making magical items—of course, the price was that he spent fifty Galleons to support their subsequent research.

The rest were sent by the professors.

Professor Sprout gave him "How to Grow Your Own Magical Plants"; Professor Flitwick gave him "A Thousand Duel Techniques"; Professor McGonagall gave him "The Advanced Transformation Guide"; Snape—hmm?

Snape?

Looking at the gift box, which was no bigger than his palm, Irving's expression froze, his face completely dumbfounded.

Snape was replaced in the first playthrough?

Sycamore (Flatlandia) Wand. The ideal owner of a sycamore wand should be curious, energetic, and adventurous.

People say that words can reflect the author's thoughts, but I'm afraid the protagonist isn't myself.

Waaah, I'm not a bad person at all.

(End of this chapter)