I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 12, let's devour this big piece of gossip! Simple and convenient. (Following up is very important, really.)

"Oh, right." Suddenly, as if remembering something, Hagrid turned to look at Owen, then reached into his pocket with his right hand, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out a small cloth bag.

"This is from Dumbledore who asked me to give it to you. But please wait a bit before buying the wand. I still need to feed the little ones at noon."

He took the cloth bag from Hagrid.

Irving bounced it around, and a metallic clanging sound rang out.

Hmm, that sounded like about twenty Galleons clashing together. (Funny)

That's right, the short letter on his bed curtains this morning was sent by Dumbledore.

The letter instructed him to go to Hagrid's place that afternoon, where he would take him to Diagon Alley to buy a new wand.

Tears!

It's rare that Grandma still remembers this! (Funny)

He thought this was just a pie in the sky offered by the boss!

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"Um, can I go take a look?" Owen looked up at Hagrid sincerely. "I'm really interested in those adorable creatures!"

Someone swallowed hard.

"Of course. I mean, if you'd like, I can introduce you to them; they're all beautiful kids." Hagrid nodded happily to Owen.

Few first-year students are interested in magical creatures.

After all, those little cuties would frighten most children, and even a Gryffindor brute would be intimidated.

This is why the Fantastic Beasts Protection course is only offered as an elective in the third year.

In order not to leave a huge psychological shadow on the young minds of some wizards, such as Ron in the second year.

Of course, Ron's fear of the eight-eyed spider was mainly the Weasley twins' fault.

The two brothers certainly didn't shy away from playing pranks on young Ron.

After saying that, Hagrid happily went to prepare food for the children.

"You—" Hermione stared at Owen in surprise. She was all too familiar with the voice from the bag; she had even studied it when she first saw a currency like Galleons.

Because she didn't believe that this currency could be made of gold.

After all, Muggle banks have so much gold stored that if wizards' currency were made of gold, it would be too easy to counterfeit.

Just like Muggle currency, which has no anti-counterfeiting measures, it can be counterfeited by any workshop.

The result was obvious: she and her father studied it for an afternoon and were finally convinced that Galleon did contain gold, but not much.

More often than not, it was another substance they had never seen before.

Perhaps this substance was the wizards' anti-counterfeiting mark.

"Why would Professor Dumbledore give you such a large sum of money?"

"Hmm—could this be a scholarship?" Owen's slyness surfaced almost instinctively. He stared smugly at Hermione, "A reward for an outstanding student!"

"You! Are excellent?"

"Of course—can you beat me?" Owen challenged. "The magical world isn't a Muggle kindergarten. Are you going to have a math competition?"

"You—" Hermione was so angry she almost vomited blood. She had always been the smartest and most outstanding one since childhood, and her pride was about to be destroyed by the guy in front of her!

"Hermione," Harry stepped forward to stop her, he didn't care about that little bit of money!

"What do you know about my parents?" the Savior asked sincerely.

"It's nothing, just a simple love triangle. It's not even a classic 'White Album' story."

"A love triangle?"

"Snape loves your mother, Harry!" Ron finally broke free from Tooth's bath package.

He discovered that the big dog only looked imposing and wouldn't bite him.

"A love rival?" Hermione looked incredulous. How could Professor Snape, who never liked to wash his hair and was known for his gloomy personality, fall in love with someone else?

"Oh, I see!" Harry exclaimed, realizing why Snape disliked him.

"Of course it's not just about rivals." Owen dropped another bombshell. "Back then, your dad's clique bullied Snape quite a bit. Although they were both right and wrong in this matter, it's clear that Snape suffered more."

"And these things have caused quite a stir; even the older generation of wizards know about them. Don't you think so, Hagrid?"

"Me?" Hagrid stopped what he was doing.

He then turned to look at Harry, somewhat embarrassed.

He grew up watching Snape's generation of wizards. Of course, he knew exactly what had happened during those years.

"Harry, actually—who hasn't made mistakes when they were young? Your father, well—though a bit flamboyant, was a good man."

"My dad—" Harry looked at Hagrid in utter shock.

His voice was choked with emotion.

The main problem is that he finds it hard to accept.

Was his father also a bad kid like Irving?

Did he also bully Snape in the same way Dudley bullied him?

In that instant, some of the beautiful illusions in Harry's heart shattered.

"But that was in the last generation. Harry didn't offend anyone." Seeing his best friend looking downcast, Ron was the first to jump in and loudly protest.

"Mainly because Harry looks too much like his dad," Owen said, taking a bite of the rock cake Hagrid had prepared.

"Boom~!"

"Hiss~"

My teeth~

Despite the pain, Irving quickly put the stone back on the table.

Even the most seasoned Hufflepuff couldn't swallow this rubbish!

"Muddy button one, silk threads bring the precious treasure to life~"

"Was the person disfigured by fire?"

"Gouge out my own eyes in retaliation!"

"Decisive cross-dressing awakening as a magical girl!"

"Why not just change your gender, and it would be best to change your name as well?"

"From now on, he will be called Harry Evans."

As Owen spoke, Harry's face darkened; they were almost in sync, with each sentence Owen uttered causing Harry's face to darken further.

"I don't like it!" Owen glanced at Harry's dark face and almost thought he was about to awaken the bloodline of a certain excellent matchmaking region.

Immediately, he said, "Actually, I have another way."

"A one-time solution, simple and efficient!"

He gave a mysterious smile, leaned closer to Harry, and said, "Let's eat some melon!"

"There's nothing that can't be solved by taking a big bite of melon; if there is, then take seven bites!"

"Even Voldemort will be reduced to dust!"

"Want to learn? I can teach you." With that, Owen drew his wand and actually raised his hand to make the gesture for the Killing Curse. "The incantation is—Ah."

"Stop!" Hagrid, standing nearby, was terrified! What had he just seen!

An eleven-year-old wizard is going to teach another eleven-year-old wizard the Killing Curse!

What kind of academic exchange activity is this in Azkaban?!

"Don't mention that name, and don't utter that spell!" Hagrid walked up to Owen with utmost seriousness.

Looking down at him from a height of three meters, he felt quite intimidated!

"That's the most evil spell, only the most wicked wizards would use it!" Hagrid warned.

But with little success.

A certain Class A war criminal continues to do as he pleases.

He then uttered the profound truth he had carved on the bed board!

"Some would call using a spell that completely destroys the soul and leaves only the body the most evil crime."

—I call it high efficiency!

It's another day of writing at the company. It's quiet all around, and there's not a single person in sight.

The sun outside the window is shining right on me, golden and warm, it feels so nice!

(End of this chapter)