I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 111 Hermione: My speculation is absolutely based on sound reasoning.

Perhaps she should teach these two audacious little witches a lesson, like a final boss.

Or, amidst repeated congratulations, they might be given some precious gifts.

The witch quickly glanced down at the Ravenclaw tiara placed in front of her.

This might become a treasure for clearing the game, a legendary magical item.

But first, she has to remove Tom's disgusting residue.

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Continue listening as Luna recounts the little idea that had just popped into her head.

The witch sighed at her extraordinary wisdom while marveling at her enviable good fortune.

This is enough to break down the door of the Room of Requirement.

Absolutely amazing.

Could Luna really be Ravenclaw's successor?

Ultimately, the witch will reveal the correct way to open the Room of Requirement.

It told the little Ravenclaw witch who had stumbled upon it the whole story—consider it a reward for her.

"Wow! Is this house really that amazing?" Luna exclaimed in amazement, her silver eyes wide.

But—she didn't seem to be interested in that.

She seemed to prefer talking to the strange witch in front of her, constantly asking her strange questions such as: "How to quickly catch the hooked nymphs, how to harass the horseflies, how to take a picture of the horned snoring beast, and so on."

Luna's enthusiastic expression made her reluctant to interrupt.

So the witch could only smile and answer her question in an ethereal voice.

In contrast to Luna, Hermione displayed a completely different expression, keeping her wand raised and watching the witch warily.

And her question wasn't so friendly.

The sharp voice immediately questioned the witch about her purpose.

Purpose—Lani's otherwise unremarkable eyes now held a hint of disdain.

Then go ask Dumbledore and see how he answers you.

I'm just a wage earner, I don't even get paid yet. I'd only get entangled with you guys if I had some serious illness.

No way—let's execute the plan tonight!

This is the princess's last dance.

I should be wrapping up filming soon.

The witch, with her many inner monologues, completely ignored Hermione's questions.

In comparison, Luna is much cuter; one relies purely on imagination, while the other also needs to consider logic.

Logic, logic? Where does all that logic come from in this world? Wasn't that just something the old principal decided on a whim?

Why overthink it when it's not like we're digging a hole for Voldemort?

"Everything will be revealed tonight, when the moon rises," the witch said, completely oblivious to the heavy snow that had fallen all day outside.

She pulled out the finger that Sirocco had been using as a toy, intending to cast a spell to drive away the two lucky little wizards.

"No—I will never let you continue to harm the school." Seeing that the witch in front of him was trying to drive him away again.

Perhaps it was the strong sense of responsibility churning within her, perhaps it was the desire to prove that she wasn't as cowardly as before, or perhaps she was simply misled by Dumbledore.

In a fit of extreme excitement, Hermione raised her hand and threw a series of spells at the witch.

Petrification—dizziness—disorder.

Control the triple attack.

The angle was unconventional, and it was clear that Professor Flitwick's dueling lessons had greatly benefited her.

Unfortunately, she encountered the witch Lani, not Owen.

Kyrie Irving may be defeated, but the witch will never be.

In an instant, all the curses ceased, and the woven golden net bound all the spells that had plagued her.

Then, black mist, like strands of hair, rose from beneath her feet.

The black mist expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it had become something that obscured everyone's vision.

Hermione kept dodging and weaving with Luna, but it was difficult for them to launch an attack.

She could no longer see the witch.

Then—taking this opportunity, the witch holding the cat quickly disappeared from the House of Requirement.

If I can't get you to come, can't I just run away?

"Cockroach push."

This time, she didn't dwell on which version of the plan to implement.

Instead, he went straight into the principal's office.

The eagle-beast staircase slowly opened, and the witch leaped up, then rushed through without paying any attention to what Dumbledore was doing in his office, smashing open the door and bursting inside.

"Professor! I want to wrap up filming!"

"Hmm?" Professor Dumbledore stopped writing with his quill and looked at the little girl who had suddenly barged in and was sitting sulking in the chair, a look of bewilderment in his eyes.

Hiss—he didn't recall having any blue-skinned students.

For a moment, he wondered who this old man Deng was and was about to ask.

It wasn't until she saw Sirocco in her arms that she realized—wasn't that little Owen?

Hmm—this look suits him quite well, with his puffed-up face, arms crossed, and legs crossed, he's incredibly cute.

At this moment, the witch also noticed the old headmaster's ambiguous smile.

He immediately realized that he had forgotten to take off his skirt again.

Knock—this illusion spell is troublesome; it's not Animagus or Compound Elixir.

He himself was unaware of the illusion he had created.

In Irving's mind, he is still himself, which leads to him forgetting that he has his skin active every day.

This can't go on any longer.

The little black-haired boy trembled inwardly! He sensed that something strange was about to awaken.

He gets used to wearing this dress more and more; if he continues like this, he'll really become like her.

"I'm wrapping up filming, Professor."

"Alright~" Dumbledore smiled broadly. In fact, he didn't want it to end like this. If possible, he hoped that Owen could keep the pressure going until the seventh year. He believed that if this were the case, this group of young wizards would definitely become the backbone of the wizarding world.

"When are you planning to?"

"Tonight!" Irving said decisively, having already removed his skin.

"Okay. So I won't be at school tonight?"

"Go wherever you want, go wherever you want." Owen jumped off the chair. Then he held out his hand, "Give me back Grandpa's notebook."

"I think it's too dangerous for you to be involved in this kind of dark magic right now." The old headmaster glanced at Grindelwald's magical research materials on his desk and sighed inwardly. He was still so outstanding. Some of these incredible spells even required him time to study.

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think!" Irving said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The old headmaster shook his head helplessly, then handed the thick stack of books in his hand to Irving.

"Who else is taking their final bow tonight?" he asked.

"Felius, perhaps! He's the head of Ravenclaw, let him put on another show for you." Dumbledore spoke leisurely, and Owen could clearly detect a hint of mockery in his calm emphasis.

Didn't he get beaten up badly enough last time?

Hey~ you old Deng, how could you be so wicked?

Am I not your favorite kid?

What? You've fallen for someone else again?

Eek! Sure enough, even though she's already gotten her marriage certificate with Grandpa, she's still flirting with Newt, that mistress.

Pah! Principal, you scumbag!

"Fine!" Irving said angrily, gritting his teeth.

Then he quickly pulled a golden tiara from his pocket and casually tossed it to Dumbledore.

"I found another one! Hey, isn't that amazing? It's in the Room of Requirement!" He turned briskly and skipped towards the office door, only uttering his final, melodious words as he neared the entrance: "Don't break it, Professor! Ravenclaw's tiara is an important Hogwarts treasure, school property. If you damage it, you'll have to pay for it!"

After saying that, he completely disappeared from the old principal's sight.

All that remained was the old principal, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

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In the afternoon, Hogwarts was quiet.

It was already the weekend, plus the heavy snow outside the castle.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense wouldn't wander around the castle.

Even the Gryffindors were hiding in the common room, peacefully warming themselves by the fire.

Hermione, after leaving the Room of Requirement, went to find Professor McGonagall without hesitation.

But the professor told her some shocking news.

Professor Dumbledore is not at the castle today because of Lockhart's matter.

Not in the castle

Suddenly, a huge sense of crisis surged into Hermione's heart.

"You mean, that witch is going to attack Hogwarts tonight?"

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry looked surprised after hearing Hermione's story.

He neither confirmed nor denied it. Harry thought Hermione's words were too fantastical. No matter how strong that witch was, could she beat so many professors at the school?

You have to understand that Professor McGonagall and her colleagues are not like Lockhart, all talk and no action.

"But..." Hermione stood anxiously by the fireplace in the lounge, wanting to refute him.

But the words just wouldn't come out.

Yes!

That witch never said she was going to attack Hogwarts.

she.

Suddenly, like a shooting star streaking across the night, Hermione remembered a quote from someone who had once said, "The era of Dumbledore should come to an end."

Could it be

"Could she be planning to attack Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione thought to herself, then found the idea absurd.

That's Dumbledore!

Does a wizard capable of defeating Dumbledore exist in the magical world?

But once this thought popped into her head, the fear in her heart could not be stopped.

The seeds quickly took root and sprouted, and in no time they had grown into towering trees.

"How could that be? That's Dumbledore!" Ron exclaimed.

He dismissed Hermione's speculation with disdain.

Having grown up hearing legends about the old headmaster, these young wizards born into the magical world considered Dumbledore invincible, and no one ever thought about what might cause his death.

"If she attacks halfway, set a trap, and Professor Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts, then he'll be all alone."

Hermione continued to ponder, but her bad premonition grew stronger.

"Well—" Harry and Ron exchanged a glance. Although they didn't believe Hermione's speculation, seeing how anxious she was made them feel as if they had caught it too.

"Hermione, do you know where Professor Dumbledore will come from?"

"Professor McGonagall said he's going to Hogsmeade tonight to meet someone important, apparently an official from the Ministry of Magic," Hermione replied confidently.

The three of them then exchanged a glance.

They already had a plan in mind.

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It's over, it's over, it's about to end.

(End of this chapter)