I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 122 Owen's Verbal Battle with the Minister of Magic

"Hogwarts is under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and besides—" he said, casting a spell that enveloped the golden tiara, but nothing happened.

It remains suspended in the air.

Ok?

"What?" Fudge frowned and looked at the Aurors on either side.

His subordinates immediately understood and reached out to grab the golden crown.

But it was as if there was an invisible glass barrier in front of them; no matter how hard they tried, they could not reach the golden crown.

"Dumbledore!" Fudge didn't even hesitate before concluding that this was definitely the old headmaster's little trick.

His unfriendly gaze fell upon Hermione and the other young wizards.

Although the witch who was suspected to be Rowena said before she left that they were all Ravenclaws, which made him somewhat wary, that was just wariness. The fact that the young wizard had taken over his life was undeniable, and even if the Aurors took him away and imprisoned him in Azkaban now, it would be in accordance with the law.

I didn't do anything wrong.

"I think it was just an accident." Dumbledore's lips twitched, and a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

Even with the headmaster's profound wisdom, he couldn't understand why Hermione would attack the Minister for Magic.

"An accident?" Fudge scoffed at the idea.

The so-called accident was three against one, and a shameless sneak attack!

Although it wasn't exactly honorable for him—after all, it was quite shameful for an adult wizard to be defeated by three junior wizards—it was still a fact.

"I don't think there's such a thing as an accident in the law." Fudge's meaning was clear: it was embarrassing to be defeated by the little wizard, and he could let it go, but the golden crown had to be taken away.

Otherwise, we'll have to send these rascals to Azkaban for jail time.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Hermione lowered her head, seemingly resigned to her fate.

It turns out that Dumbledore was with the Minister of Magic, and the dark wizards around him were actually Aurors.

The news made her dizzy and somewhat unable to accept it, and—it was so embarrassing!

She would rather the other person be a vicious dark wizard!

If this gets out, she... Hogwarts... Waaaaah ┭┮﹏┭┮, is it too late for me to transfer schools now?

Or, will I still be able to go to school?

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Just then, a boy with long black hair suddenly ran up from halfway up the mountain.

He was draped in a blanket made of unicorn hair, and was holding another person's hand with one hand.

"Owen?" Hannah exclaimed in surprise, then frowned. "You—you're in the castle?"

"Yes! Professor Sprout invited me for tea, you know what I mean!" Owen, who had pulled Malfoy over from halfway up the mountain, smiled shyly.

"Want some tea?"

Hannah, who was already familiar with Owen's slang, immediately understood what he meant.

He was once again put in solitary confinement by Professor Sprout.

I thought

"What did you think?"

"Shut up. This isn't your student gathering!" the Minister of Magic shouted, brandishing his authority.

His sharp gaze swept across Owen's face. Then, with a accusatory tone, he turned to Professor Dumbledore and asked, "This is the student you taught?"

"Um?"

"You talk as if you're not Dumbledore's student. Oh, you want to change your mind?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" He held the wand in his hand, his fist clenched tightly.

Yes, the fire in his heart was almost burning away his remaining rationality.

Today is the most humiliating day of his life. He must rebuild his prestige as Minister for Magic at Hogwarts!

He no longer wanted to spend his days sending letters to Dumbledore asking what would happen if he were in power.

"What an imposing presence, Minister!" Owen waved his hand gently, and the golden crown that was floating in the air seemed to be summoned by something, and floated directly to the tip of his hair.

"You—" Fudge's eyelids twitched slightly.

I just tried everything, no matter how hard I tried, neither magic nor physical force could shake the Ravenclaw tiara that was floating in the air.

"Ah, this!" Owen tapped the jewel on his golden tiara with his wand. He replied with a smile, "You need its approval first. The heir of Ravenclaw, understand?"

Hmm—Professor Dumbledore's little tricks are really useful.

"Ravenclaw's heir? What can that do?" Fudge squinted and suddenly remembered that Hogwarts had once had an heir.

However, that is Slytherin's heir.

Could it be?

The souls of the four founders have always lurked in the castle, waiting for the right moment to choose the perfect successor in their hearts.

— Rumors circulate that the mysterious figure who wreaked havoc in the British wizarding world back then seemed to have an inexplicable relationship with Salazar Slytherin.

If he is indeed the legendary heir to Slytherin.

Then—I believe in the heights he will reach!

If Hogwarts still has a way to make wizards extraordinary, then whatever it is must be under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

Regardless, he must take this golden crown with him today.

"I suggest you don't interfere." Owen held out his bare right hand, which was completely unadorned, glanced at it, and said, "It's getting late; you should go back to sleep!"

"Kid!" Fudge's lips curled into a slight smile, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Perhaps you've all forgotten. I am the Minister for Magic! With a single word, I can kick you out of Hogwarts, or even England!"

"Wow~ You're so brave~" Owen tapped his left hand with his wand in his right.

His eyes were squinting, and a strange smile played on his lips.

He's Irving now, not the witch Lani.

The young lady never gets angry, nor does she use such flippant language or unforgivable curses, but he will~

Because he doesn't care.

So what if we meet again in Azkaban!

It's no big deal. Anyway, everyone there is an acquaintance, and they are all talented people. I love it there.

"Too bad I'm only fit to smell my grandpa's farts!"

"What did you say?"

"What did I say? Are you deaf? You don't look that old, how come your hearing isn't working? Why don't you go to St. Elizabeth Hospital for some treatment?"

With that, Owen pointed his wand at Fudge's head and said, "Are you cerebellum underdeveloped or is your cerebrum completely underdeveloped? Is promotion in the Ministry of Magic based on brainpower?"

"Don't you have any self-awareness about how you got this ministerial position?"

A mocking smile played on his lips: "That's all the old principal's pity, it's charity. You're lucky you found it. Instead of getting lost, you're always causing trouble for the principal. Do you think you're out of your mind?"

"You!" Upon hearing this, Fujiqi's eyes widened in anger, as if they could spit fire.

The expressions on the faces of the Aurors around them were even more fascinating than the last.

It turns red one minute and black the next.

But everyone was shocked by what the little wizard who suddenly appeared said.

When I received the quantity test paper, I was stunned at first. Damn. It was so easy. I felt like any junior high school student could take it, but I didn't know how.

(End of this chapter)