I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 106 A Bold Plan

The Australian White-eyed Dragon is a type of dragon native to New Zealand. It is considered one of the most beautiful dragons, with pearly scales displaying iridescent colors and shimmering, multicolored eyes without pupils.

The eggs of the Australian white-eyed dragon are grayish-white, leading some Muggles to mistake them for fossils. This dragon can breathe a very bright red flame.

Australian white-eyed dragons live in valleys rather than mountains, which is unusual among fire dragons.

"It really is!" Following Newt's gaze, Owen also noticed that although the dragon in front of him had rainbow-colored scales like the Australian white-eyed dragon, they were actually fish scales.

And it has pupils, which are golden.

"Mixed-race".

"A hybrid?"

"That's right, a new species created by wizards. I guess it has at least bird-snake blood, and perhaps some other Asian magical animal blood or abilities."

"These are things we do not yet know. Further observation and research are needed."

Newt carefully examined the little dragon from head to toe.

"Can't you tell from appearance?" Owen stroked the little guy's head, the slightly distant little head staring affectionately into his palm like a cat.

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"If they are the offspring of two different magical creatures, they will most likely inherit the appearance of their parents. However, if the bloodline is mixed, it is impossible to tell how many different bloodlines it has just by looking at its appearance."

"This can only be inferred from its demonstrated capabilities."

"For example, if one day he suddenly becomes invisible, then he might have the blood of an invisible beast." Newt said with difficulty. When talking about his favorite magical creatures, he seemed to be able to let down his guard and communicate properly with people.

"Wow! As expected, the Magical Creatures Protection class is a profound subject!" Owen said, taking the lazy cat from Hannah's arms.

The experts are here, so there's no need to make an appointment.

Hurry up and bring the child over so we can take a look.

Sirocco, he's raised it for a year and it's still only the size of a palm. There's definitely something wrong with this little thing!

"Oh! It's a hybrid too."

Newt brushed aside his gray hair that was covering his eyes, his eyes shining, and said, "Hmm, Zouwu, avian snake, unicorn."

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! Its creator must have known a great deal about magical creatures."

Newt exclaimed in amazement, and then, seeing Owen's puzzled look, he explained, "In the general sense, hybrid breeding usually produces animals that are brutal in nature."

"Some may even be born and die simultaneously."

"Because this uncontrollable magical technology is too evil, the Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from conducting research on it."

"Really?" Owen stroked Sirocco's neck, and the little guy tilted his head back comfortably, letting out an affectionate meow.

Only then did he notice that the hair on Sirocco's neck, which resembled a lion's mane, was faintly glowing with a golden light.

Quite miraculous.

"it?"

"It seems it has awakened its own power," Newt continued. "Although it's an innate ability, magical creatures also need practice and stimulation. Perhaps it's when its life is in danger, or perhaps at some other time; in short, it needs a trigger for its power to erupt."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up. "A brilliant idea! Hide the abilities of hybrids and wait for a specific opportunity to activate them. This will effectively avoid the rejection and conflict caused by the mixing of various bloodlines."

"Genius!" he exclaimed again.

"You really like it?" Owen joked with a smile, "Why don't you ask my grandpa for another one?"

"Your grandfather?" Newt looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression, then looked down at the hybrid magical creature in Owen's hand.

???

Did Grindelwald come up with this?

This is impossible! Absolutely impossible.

Given Grindelwald's personality, why would he spend time studying magical creatures?

After thinking it over, he glanced at Irving again.

Difficult—could it be! (ΩДΩ)

Newt's eyes widened; he felt as if he had discovered a truth that could shatter his worldview.

This—Hogwarts is too dangerous to stay here any longer, it's too dirty and dangerous.

"Now that the things have been delivered, then—"

He turned to leave.

"Aren't we going to leave any grudges behind? Newt, I have something I want to discuss with you." Dumbledore called out to him, a kind smile on his face.

"What is it?" Newt looked at Dumbledore warily. He had made up his mind that he would move house as soon as he got home.

He would rather take Tina to live in the rainforest of Brazil than have anything to do with Dumbledore again.

They knew that Grindelwald had knocked on their door that night.

How much psychological pressure did he endure?

Newt was genuinely worried that Grindelwald would seek revenge on him because he had stolen his marriage certificate with Dumbledore.

He still clearly remembered the pain of the five consecutive lightning lashes.

"Regarding the school, the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts," Dumbledore began.

Then, Newt suddenly lifted his trench coat.

Suddenly, the distinctive gray trench coat became enormous.

Then, like a blanket, it enveloped him and made him stand up.

Then, the surrounding space distorted, and the trench coat rapidly shrank.

In the blink of an eye, Newt vanished from the spot.

???

The sudden maneuver almost strained Irving's back.

They all confuse people.

What kind of person is this?! Who wears their house key on their body?!

Is he really that afraid of his maternal grandfather?

I think you look kind!

Dumbledore was also somewhat surprised by Newt's sudden departure.

After a spatial distortion, only a letter remained in the original location.

I've retired, and—I'm moving.

Please don't come looking for me again—Newt Artemis Fedor Scamander.

In just a few words, Newt clearly and unambiguously expressed his attitude.

Professor Dumbledore put away the letter, both amused and exasperated.

He just wanted Newt to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for a few days, just a few days, and after Christmas he would trick—no—find someone else to take over.

Moreover, bringing Newt back to Hogwarts was also a way to protect him.

Did he really think that by moving, Gellert would be unable to find him?

Innocent!

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Professor Dumbledore was deeply saddened by the sudden departure of Nate, realizing that people's hearts had grown cold and indifferent. In the past, a Hogwarts appointment letter was a highly prestigious thing.

Many renowned wizards applied for positions with him, but he refused them all.

Now, everyone avoids Hogwarts like the plague.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

What has become of the British magical world?!

The somewhat dejected former principal returned to the podium.

However, his melancholy mood didn't last long before he was swept away into a sea of ​​joy by the professors around him.

After drinking a few glasses of butterbeer, his face slightly tipsy, he led a group of young wizards in singing several of his favorite Christmas carols.

Meanwhile, Owen and Justin Hannah were studying the dragon; both of them had stayed at Hogwarts because their parents were on vacation.

After discussing it for a long time, Owen finally made the decision: the dragon would be named Bakal.

On the other side, on the Gryffindor bench.

On the Gryffindor bench?

Huh? Where are the Harry trio?

Meanwhile, in a toilet stall in the Myrtle's Washroom on the third floor, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were huddled together, secretly brewing something.

"Are we really going to do this?" Ron asked worriedly, staring at Hermione, whose eyes were flashing with an iron-like hardness, with lingering fear.

"It could lead to a big mistake." Harry also disagreed with the plan.

This would especially provoke Irving.

"We discussed this last month, so why are you backing out now? Don't you want to know the truth?" She said in one breath, ignoring the conflicted expressions on the two pendants' faces.

"But—" Harry still didn't think the plan had any chance of success. After all, Owen was just a twelve-year-old wizard. What could he possibly know?

"No buts, Harry, the die is cast." Hermione continued stirring the potion in front of her.

"It's just a very simple little plan," Hermione said, then nervously flipped to a stained page in the book of powerful potions that Harry had brought back from the restricted section while wearing his invisibility cloak. "The potion looks just like it's described in the book."

"First of all—" she looked up, "Ron said that Owen can change his appearance. Although we have never seen the mysterious person who appeared in the castle, some people have. What we can be sure of is that if it is not a wizard from outside who sneaked into the castle, then it must be a wizard from inside the castle who is in disguise."

She spoke while looking at Ron.

Ron, on the other hand, had a face full of dissatisfaction.

"As a friend, you have to keep this a secret for me."

"Then why did you tell me?" Hermione retorted.

Didn't I just let it slip?

"Hmph! I despise you for casually revealing your friend's secrets!" Hermione retorted, making Ron's face turn red with anger.

That day—the first time a petrification attack occurred at Hogwarts, when the walls were covered in writing.

That's when he noticed the red dye on Owen's body. Furthermore, many of the young wizards who had seen the mysterious figure in the castle later said she was an exceptionally beautiful witch.

This further fueled Ron's suspicions.

Because only he knew that Owen was actually a girl, and her outward arrogance was just a facade.

On Halloween night, he accidentally let it slip while chatting with Harry.

Hermione overheard this.

Ignoring Ron's constantly changing expression, Hermione continued, "So many strange things have happened in the castle, yet the professors have remained remarkably calm, especially Professor Dumbledore. If our previous guess was correct, then Hagrid was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets last time, so he shouldn't be acting so calmly."

"And—a Ministry of Magic employee died at the school!!!"

"So much time has passed, why haven't they even sent anyone to investigate?"

"So?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"So?" Hermione continued, dividing the potion in the cauldron into three equal cups, "We'll transform into Owen and then go sound out the professors!"

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(End of this chapter)