I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 109 Methods to Shift Public Opinion

"No need to answer yet, little witch."

The witch rose gracefully, leaving behind wisps of blue light.

"You are qualified to pry into Ravenclaw's secrets. Because you are smart enough."

"Exceptional wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

"Go to the eighth floor! When you understand the true meaning of Ravenclaw, the doors of Ravenclaw will naturally open for you." With that, the witch waved her hand.

As if lifted by a gust of wind, Hermione was led out of the office.

Then, the oak door slowly closed.

It was as if it had never been turned on.

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.

"Phew~"

"I almost gave myself away."

The witch sat back down in her chair, one hand supporting her cheek, the other hand flipping through the magic book beside her.

Before my eyes, an obscure and incomprehensible spell was clearly pulsating.

"Psychedelic Spell"

The spell immerses the recipient in their own beautiful dream, allowing them to see corresponding scenery based on their innermost desires.

A powerful soul-capturing magic.

"Hiss~ Isn't this Tsukuyomi?" The witch clicked her tongue.

She admired her grandfather's powerful talent in dark magic.

In the development of dark magic, his grandfather was second to none.

Even Dumbledore wouldn't do.

In this world, the only person who could possibly surpass him in the study of dark magic was a young Tom.

However, ever since Voldemort discovered the secret of the Horcruxes, that kid thought he had found an invincible cheat code and abandoned his research into dark magic, turning instead to the path of using his strength to fly bricks.

A more powerful wand, a body capable of accumulating greater magical power—for this he didn't hesitate to transform himself into that inhuman, ghostly form.

The psychedelic spell may not have been invented by his grandfather, but it became incredibly powerful under his modifications. Judging from the fact that she had just secretly cast the spell on Hermione, the little witch did not resist at all.

Silently.

However, Hermione's face was burning red after being cursed, and it was unclear what she had seen.

"Perhaps only Occlumency can resist this magic!" she thought wistfully, her eyes drifting downwards.

Meanwhile, a brand new magic has drawn her attention.

Flashback to the illusion.

Armor counterattack.

Fire shield protects you.

Exorcism field.

Her hands flipped the paper very quickly.

Because she wanted to see just how many original spells were recorded in this book.

"Wait—that was just now..." It seemed they had seen something extraordinary.

Lani rushed over.

Exorcism field – can deviate from the trajectory of any spell to a certain extent, but the timing is crucial.

???

Tops force field?

Her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the description of the magic.

Thoughts gradually surfaced.

That was many years ago.

It was a warm afternoon, before his maternal grandfather had passed away.

Every autumn, they would go hunting in the forests of Scotland.

Once, after her grandfather finished eating a regular deer, Owen jokingly said, "If we could invent a spell to deflect a death curse, wouldn't that be a way to break it?"

I never expected that my casual remark would be taken so seriously by my grandfather!

She has truly dedicated herself to researching and has devised a spell that allows mortals to bend the will of death!

Owen, still in Lani's form, felt her heart pounding as she carefully studied the instructions for using the magic.

Just one glance made him dizzy—it was too complicated.

It's not embarrassing to admit, but as a former dark magic master, the second-in-command of the Death Eaters in the first playthrough, and hailed as the youngest Dark Lord, there are actually many parts of this magic that she doesn't quite understand.

fine!

"Bang!" She closed the book, jumped off the chair, and ran out barefoot, kicking open the door.

She has her grandfather's, why should she speculate on it herself!

Where's the principal? Where are the professors?

Professor Dumbledore!!

Professor, you're here!

oops~

bia~ji.

The witch stepped on a robe made of unicorn fur, and because of a certain creature under her feet, she couldn't avoid it and fell straight to the ground.

"Meow~"

On the ground, Sirocco stretched out its fleshy paw and patted the witch's nose.

Why did her owner become stupid?

"Little thing." Lani, who had rolled over, grabbed Sirocco's spine with one hand.

After casually removing the illusion spell from his body, Owen glared at the little guy who was still baring his teeth and claws at him with an unfriendly expression.

Hey! There aren't any squid tentacles today!

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.

Meanwhile, Hermione, who had escaped back to the common room in Gryffindor, was extremely excited.

The shock lingering in his eyes has not yet faded.

Hogwarts is closing.

Ravenclaw's successor.

The secret room on the eighth floor.

Replace the principal.

One incident after another kept surging through her mind.

She was overwhelmed with emotion and wanted to confide in this person, but unfortunately, something had happened to Harry and Ron, and they still hadn't returned.

I sat in an armchair in the lounge.

The moon outside the window is getting higher and higher.

Just like this Christmas night, it's gradually fading away.

Gradually, a strange drowsiness crept in, accompanied by endless worries about tomorrow.

And the shouts of Harry and Ron in my ears.

She gradually closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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.

Time flies, and it's already the third day after Christmas.

Inside the Hogwarts school nurse's room.

Clearly, a ray of sunlight shines in.

He stroked Hermione's cheek on the bed.

"I"

Suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers twitched as if she were about to wake up.

"Granger?"

Irving, who was standing by, immediately spoke up.

He didn't know which hallucinogenic spell was so powerful.

Hermione suffered a huge mental shock after being infected, and Madam Pomfrey had no way to treat it.

It's like someone who's so tired they can fall asleep with their eyes open; the only cure is rest.

And this rest lasted for three days!

"What is this—" Hermione slowly opened her eyes, looking around in confusion.

The bed was deathly white and smelled strongly of herbs.

And the curtains by the window.

These things are telling the story of where she is right now.

"You were attacked by the mysterious man," Owen lied against his will. For this, Dumbledore gave him another severe scolding and confiscated the spellbook his grandfather had given him.

Okay~

Actually, Irving didn't really care whether the book was in his possession or not.

The magic there is too advanced. To put it bluntly, with his current level of skill, forcing his way to study it might cause trouble.

Asking the former principal for help is also a good option.

Besides, isn't what belongs to Dumbledore his?

They're all waiting to inherit the estate.

"The mysterious man?" Hermione said weakly.

Her thoughts slowly drifted back, and finally, from her fragmented memories, she found information about the witch Lani.

"Witch."

"I know, I went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, but she's no longer there," Owen replied.

"Really?" Hermione turned her head away, for some reason she was reluctant to tell Owen about the Ravenclaw Chamber hidden on the eighth floor.

"You have the right to pry into Ravenclaw's secrets." These words kept echoing in her ears.

perhaps

She should go and take a look first.

Or at least check if that so-called secret room actually exists!

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.

Hermione stayed in the hospital for four days.

She returned to Gryffindor the day after she woke up.

Then, Christmas seemed to fall into an eerie calm.

Especially after the young wizards returned to Hogwarts.

This calm only made things more strange.

the reason is simple.

The young wizards who left Hogwarts brought back the stories of what had happened inside the castle to the outside world.

The school has been attacked!

Why is the British magical community so calm about the death of a Ministry of Magic official?

Even the Daily Prophet didn't publish a single article.

This eerie atmosphere persisted until the start of the new semester.

Then an explosive piece of news made the front page of major newspapers—the fake adventure, the adventure of the fraudster Gilderoy Lockhart.

The Daily Prophet devoted three full pages to detailing how Lockhart erased the memories of several wizards and appropriated their experiences for himself.

The Ministry of Magic immediately stepped forward and stated that the Auror Office had dispatched Aurors to arrest Lockhart. It's conceivable that, given his crimes, he'll likely spend the rest of his life in prison in Azkaban.

The news quickly caused a huge uproar in the magical world, with countless wizards exclaiming that their idols had been ruined.

But the pressure on the Ministry of Magic doesn't stop there.

Gilderoy's attacks targeted wizards not only from Britain; the magic ministries of more than a dozen countries, including France, Germany, Bhutan, and Bangladesh, filed lawsuits against the Federation.

It's easy to imagine that Fudge won't have an easy time in the next few months; he's probably itching to dig up some juicy gossip about Lockhart right now.

The complaint letters from parents of Hogwarts students regarding the ongoing attacks at Hogwarts, naturally, did not cause any stir under Lockhart's influence.

After all, the so-called dead Ministry of Magic investigator, Mr. Ober, had just set off for Norway to deal with the Federation's inquiries.

"These are just a bunch of poor-performing wizards trying to skip the exam, they've conspired together to lie!" Fudge angrily threw all the warning letters into the trash can.

Then he sent an assistant to reply to the students' parents.

It also included a photo published in the Daily Prophet of Mr. Ober criticizing the Magic Publishing House for its lax censorship.

It's likely that the little wizards won't have an easy time during summer vacation once their parents learn the 'truth'.

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.

"My God! Lockhart... all those stories of his are other people's."

Lockhart's affair also caused a great uproar among the young wizards.

Lockhart's die-hard fans were initially stunned upon hearing the news, then they refuted it, and subsequently produced various false evidence to accuse their idol of being treated unfairly.

What political suppression?!

What kind of conflict of interest is this?

What? You've been framed!

Some even went so far as to say that those stories should have been written by Lockhart in the first place, that he publicized the experiences of wizards who might have remained unknown their entire lives, and that they should be thanking Lockhart instead.

I've edited and cut over two thousand times, but I'm still not satisfied. It's too drawn out. I need to speed things up and finish the secret room story within ten chapters.

(End of this chapter)