I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 108 Those who frequently steal other people's accounts will one day have their own accounts stolen in person.

"plan?"

A glint flashed in Hermione's eyes. What did Headmaster Dumbledore mean?

Did he orchestrate all the attacks at Hogwarts?

"The first edition? Hmm—I also think the first edition was pretty good, Professor," Hermione said lazily, mimicking Owen's tone.

I must say, it does have a certain charm.

"I see!" Dumbledore looked away and raised his head again.

"However, you must find Ravenclaw's secret chamber as soon as possible; I can't keep that mysterious guy under control for long." The old headmaster automatically switched to an editor's perspective.

The moment the upper lip touches the lower lip, an image of someone working tirelessly is instantly created.

"The Minister of Magic has written warning letters several times. Right now, I can still keep them in check thanks to my prestige, but—" the old man's tone turned bitter, "if the attacks don't end soon, perhaps..."

"Perhaps what? Professor?" Hermione asked hastily.

Old Deng, whose smile was almost impossible to suppress, sighed softly, "Perhaps Hogwarts is about to close down."

"You—may be deported to Beauxbatons, or Ilvermorny."

"No—Professor!" Hermione's palms were sweating. She had never imagined that the seemingly relaxed professor was under such immense pressure.

The millennium-old Hogwarts is going to be closed.

She would never let that happen!

As for the other magic schools...

Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world.

"Yes! No way." The old headmaster continued in a drawn-out tone, which made the listener think he was exhausted.

"You need to be faster, even faster."

"I will, Professor, I swear!" Hermione shouted, her head spinning with a strong sense of responsibility.

"Yes, you are the best student I have ever taught, child. I believe in you." Dumbledore handed the sherry back to Hermione, then waved his hand.

The little witch understood immediately, picked up Sirocco, and turned to leave.

At this moment, she felt as if her soul had been purified, and she felt a continuous stream of energy welling up inside her.

She will thwart that mysterious guy's plot, she definitely will!

Watching Hermione's departing figure, Dumbledore was quite certain that the child had misunderstood. What he actually wanted to say was, "Child, your hair is changing color."

"A compound decoction, huh?" the old headmaster murmured. "A second-year student can brew a compound decoction."

"You are indeed the best student I have ever taught, Miss Granger."

As for Irving—wasn't that taught by Gellert?

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After getting out of Dumbledore's sight, Hermione ran wildly down the corridor like a lion.

She had to hurry back to the girls' restroom on the third floor.

Her heart ached at the sight of the exhausted old principal!

As a member of the school, she sincerely believed that she should take on the responsibility!

This time!

She will be the one to protect Hogwarts!

"Damn it—" Hermione, who was running down the spiral staircase, noticed a figure in the distance that looked exactly like her.

Is it Kyrie Irving?

Or Harry or Ron?

She didn't dare to gamble.

Hermione stopped abruptly and turned to disappear into the fourth-floor corridor.

After a series of twists and turns, she hid in the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

This room has been empty since Lockhart was petrified.

No one knows why Lockhart hasn't appeared for so long. Both of them were petrified, but the little wizard was healed quickly while the others have been missing for two whole months.

She had asked Professor McGonagall about this, but the professor told her that Professor Lockhart was very ill and needed long-term treatment.

Hermione, who has never met him in person, still doesn't know what those great adventurers she admires are like.

"Huff huff~" Hermione gasped for breath as she slumped to the floor, leaning against the wooden door of the office.

At this point, although she still looked like Irving, her hair had begun to turn brown.

Her hands gradually became longer and more slender.

Hermione, who had gradually calmed down, took out her wand.

He silently prayed that Harry or Ron could get some useful information from the professor, and muttered to himself: "Fluorescent light."

Then—then she discovered that she wasn't the only one in the room.

In the empty office, there was a table and a chair.

Dozens or even hundreds of books are casually placed in any corner of the room.

Hermione stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the girl sitting in the chair before her, a girl with blue hair, two faces—one illusory and one solid—and four arms.

"A doll?"

That was the first thing she thought of, because apart from her face, the girl's other body parts showed signs of damage.

It's like a piece of ceramic that's been broken off!

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The witch Lani was also quite surprised to see another version of herself appear here.

This is her office, which she uses specifically to come up with wicked ideas.

Just now, as she was hiding here studying the magic books her grandfather had sent, her office door was suddenly pushed open.

She immediately extinguished the faint firefly on the table, then sat down in the chair with a smug look on her face, sizing up the newcomer.

then

The man raised his wand, and a ghastly white light illuminated the office.

And she was able to see clearly that the person looked exactly like her.

Ok?

Wardfa?

knock!

Those who frequently steal other people's accounts will eventually have their own accounts stolen in front of them, right?

Who is this?! It's toxic! Why would someone transform into his appearance?!

Is he infatuated with his own handsome appearance?

Used for doing naughty things?

Wow!

You're such a pervert! Even I, a pervert, think you're perverted.

However! Well, if the other person is good-looking, she might not be unable to accept it.

The fake Irving on the ground was still in a daze.

The real Irving calmly began his cutscene.

"Nice to meet you, little wizard."

"I am the witch Lani." The aloof figure slowly rose, revealing six or seven books piled up beneath her.

"Irving?" the Irving called out.

It almost shattered his Dao heart.

"What do you mean, little wizard?" The witch Lani steadied herself and quietly approached.

"You—no, it's not—" Hermione on the ground took a few steps back in fear.

But after only two steps, she was stuck against the door while sitting on the ground, and finally had nowhere to retreat.

She was forced to confront that mysterious figure.

Under the moonlight, her cool face reflected a misty aura, making her other illusory blue face and her tightly closed right eye appear hazy and dreamlike.

Hermione was a little confused.

She absolutely refused to believe that the girl in front of her who claimed to be a witch was Owen in disguise.

Just like when she impersonated Irving, no matter how similar she looked, she would never have any of the boyish traits or mannerisms.

But the girl in front of him was different. She stood there, exuding a noble and aloof aura that was definitely not an act.

No boy can pretend to be a noble and aloof princess.

"I—I don't know, I was just saying." Her eyes, now brown, were filled with Lani's image.

"Say such pointless lies." The witch sighed softly.

"That's fine. Hogwarts is full of lies anyway. Not trusting others is actually beneficial."

"However," her ethereal voice suddenly stopped, as if the moon were obscured by dark clouds, "you disturbed the witch Lani's rest. I shouldn't have sent you an invitation, little wizard."

"I'm sorry." Sensing danger, Hermione gripped her wand tightly, unable to discern whether the girl harbored any hostility towards her.

She had just made a boast to Professor Dumbledore.

But when she actually encountered this mysterious person hiding in the academy, she just couldn't muster the courage to fight back.

I—I should stand up, and even if I am killed, I should die like a true Gryffindor, on the charge.

Hermione kept telling herself this, but she found that no matter what she did, her legs wouldn't obey her.

It felt like my nerves had been severed; I couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Don't be nervous—our meeting here is a matter of fate. Will you do something for me, witch?" Lani made a gesture with her four hands as if to cup Hermione's face.

However, the moment they touched, she stopped, then squatted down, her blue, glowing eyes staring at her with a cold yet inexplicably intimate gaze.

"Don't reject me," she said.

"What do you want to do?" Hermione held her nerve, forcing her head down defiantly.

She spoke tremulously, but a faint fragrance of orchids slipped into her nostrils.

Then, her thoughts became somewhat hazy.

Then—before her, there was that delicate, doll-like face, alluring eyes, a small nose, thin red lips, a delicate collarbone, and slightly protruding breasts.

She—she's so beautiful!

Hermione's cheeks burned uncontrollably.

She was standing too close.

"I once stole death, and now I am searching for the path to deeper magic. One day, I will betray all of this and abandon everything." The witch's cheek was almost touching hers.

But Hermione didn't feel a single bit of heat.

Is what's in front of me really just a doll?

"Dumbledore's reign has lasted too long; the Ravenclaw era is about to begin."

"Hogwarts will abide by the laws of the stars and moon, and begin its long journey."

The witch Lani gracefully crossed her arms; her petite frame was not much taller than Hermione's.

"Her students!"

"I will spend this long, cold night thinking."

What are fear, confusion, and loneliness?

"And what is magic?"

"All wizards will witness the ultimate realization of magic under Ravenclaw's guidance. Perhaps then, I will become the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

Her voice was soft, like the wind blowing across a still, dark lake.

It sounded like a declaration, yet also like a murmur.

That unique charm is like a bright moon in the dark night; no one can resist her, just as a fish cannot resist water, and a flame cannot resist firewood.

"I—" Hermione looked up, staring at her quietly, her brown eyes reflecting a cold, dark moon.

It seems like I'm writing something for girls!! But I have no experience Σ(⊙▽⊙"a

(End of this chapter)