I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 124 begins with Ravenclaw, who committed the sin of arrogance (4,000).

The moon rises above the treetops—sorry, there are no treetops, they've all been burned off.

The moon's shadow was sparse, obscured by dark clouds.

The heavy snowfall did not stop there; it continued to fall, and gradually the Black Lake froze over again.

The forest that had been burned was now completely covered by snow, leaving no trace of the fire.

It seems that nothing has changed.

Everything seems to have changed.

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In the early morning, a cold wind blew, constantly slapping against the window.

The sound alone is enough to make one tremble.

The school has been extremely slow in responding to the outcome of this incident.

There was no announcement regarding the identity of the witch Lani; the professors neither confirmed nor attempted to disprove it, as if it had never happened.

Even Professor Flitwick didn't ask Professor Dumbledore to keep his promise and clarify everything after the matter was over; instead, he tacitly remained silent.

However, the punishment for the young wizards was quite swift.

Except for Hermione, all the little wizards who sneaked out of the castle lost 100 points.

Furthermore, they will be confined to their quarters every week for the remainder of the semester.

In other words, they would have to be locked up for six months!

Hermione.

All of the above penalties x2.

Furthermore, the school retains evidence of her crimes, and if she commits another offense, even Professor McGonagall will not be able to protect her; she will be expelled.

—Expulsion from school with probation is appropriate.

The little witch was completely taken aback by this punishment!

In her words, she was already ready to pack her bags and go home.

Even if she wasn't imprisoned in Azkaban, she felt she would at least be unable to attend school.

In the end—aside from demerit points and solitary confinement—it seems there were no more serious, substantial punishments that posed a real threat to her.

However, after being ordered by Snape to collect materials for the eight-eyed giant spider in the Fiendfire-ravaged clearing for a whole week, the little witch, exhausted to the point of collapse, finally used up her last bit of primal strength.

For several days in a row, Irving did not see her again.

The only time he encountered Hermione was on a Sunday after the incident, when he bumped into a Black girl in the doorway that afternoon.

Hmm—she looks so much like Hermione! Owen almost thought that the wicked girl from the first playthrough had traveled back in time to continue chasing him.

Upon closer inspection, oh! It's actually Hermione from the TV series! (laughs)

In fact, after glancing at him, the witch ran away at the speed of Usain Bolt in a 100-meter sprint.

Later, he learned that after a large number of giant spiders were killed, their bodies were carbonized. Unlike ordinary creatures, the bodies of magical creatures also contained magic, which was difficult to remove with a cleansing spell. At first, the naive Hermione did not know this and did not pay attention until she discovered that the spell could not remove those traces, at which point she panicked.

She had been hungry since noon and didn't return to the castle until dusk—only to run into Owen again.

—On the other side, in the intricate corridors of Hogwarts, a familiar evil creature.

A maggot wriggling in a cesspool.

Lowly, repulsive creatures that can only live in the sewers.

Peter Pettigrew

It's back again.

In a short period of time, this cowardly fellow was once again preparing to switch sides, or rather, to gain leverage in negotiations.

After discovering that the souls of the four founders of Hogwarts still existed there, he immediately abandoned his plan to escape.

Nothing is more tempting than the prospect of discovering a way to become a wizard as terrifying as Mystic. Especially someone like Peter Pettigrew, who might have even daydreamed about finding the Slytherin legacy himself.

Even if he can't use it, selling it to other people or the mysterious person would be a good deal.

So he came back, shamelessly came back.

Ron, overjoyed to have found his pet again, instantly forgot all about the 400 points he had lost in his college (Granger alone received 200) and the extra semester of detention.

I wonder what his expression would be if one day he found out that his mouse was actually a bald old man, and one of the culprits who killed his best friend's parents.

night--

Irving strolled into the school library.

The time is now—he glanced at the watch on his arm, which was suspended in mid-air, 11 p.m.

"Oh! My little swans! Aren't you asleep yet?"

With just a casual glance, Owen saw Granger, the student who had been expelled and placed on probation, engrossed in his work on the seat closest to the restricted section.

Hmm—she's practically a social outcast, and lately she's been avoiding crowds.

Of course, Hermione!

Not surprising.

This isn't the first or second time she's stayed up all night studying.

Strangely enough, all the seats in Ta-Miao's library were occupied.

He just followed the crowd in—in the middle of the night, a young man who had gotten up late and was about to relieve himself suddenly found his dorm room empty.

There was no one in the common room either. Only after he left the oak barrel did he see a large group of young wizards heading upstairs in twos and threes.

At first, Irving had no intention of studying at all.

This is a young wizard from Hogwarts, after all! Studying? Study my ass!

He assumed these people were having some kind of party and hadn't invited him! Damn! This is disrespectful! He needs to be severely criticized.

So I followed them.

and then?

Then what did he see?

11 o'clock! Hogwarts Library! It's packed with people!

What does this mean?

This has probably never happened before, not even in the history of the school, which was founded more than 1,600 years ago!

This reminded Irving of the massive army of people taking the postgraduate entrance exam he had seen in his previous life.

Some libraries, where students study late into the night, have been packed for weeks on end.

Of course, when it comes to competition, these junior wizards are clearly no match for the students from the Ming Dynasty.

"Do you know what time it is now?" he asked, looking at the crowd.

Irving's gaze swept over everyone present.

Ok?

Why are you two both here?

Seeing the Weasley twins engrossed in studying a spellbook, Owen almost thought he had been hit by a Confusion Charm.

George looked up, staring at his heavily dark-circled eyes, and said in a condescending tone, "There are some things you wouldn't believe even if I told you."

"You wouldn't understand even if you believed me," Fred said.

"Understanding it won't do you any good," George said.

"They'll be jealous of us," they both said in unison.

"We're preparing to apply to Professor McGonagall," Fred suddenly changed the subject, adding, "Perhaps we're not suited for Gryffindor!"

"That's right, George," George chimed in. "Smart little wizards like us should definitely be sorted into Ravenclaw!"

"The Sorting Hat is getting senile."

Seeing the two brothers getting increasingly excited, Owen's face darkened. "Damn it! I shouldn't have used Lani's identity to cooperate with them."

These two have clearly misunderstood something.

But—isn't that interesting?

"I completely agree with your point of view. The Sorting Hat is indeed getting senile. Hmm—you could try applying to Professor McGonagall and see what happens," someone said with a smile.

His eyes gleamed with a desire to see some fun.

I really want to see what kind of expression Professor McGonagall will have when she receives the twins' transfer application.

I bet they'll burst out laughing!

Double happiness is here!

However, the fact that even a student like Gemini, who has difficulty studying, is willing to come to the library to study books shows that his plan was successful.

Although there may be some problems, it is good overall.

I just don't know how long their enthusiasm will last.

The night passed in a flash.

The biting wind and snow outside the window drifted away with the snowflakes into the distance.

The earth began to heat up rapidly.

Time, like a runaway horse, began to flow by at a speed unimaginable to the young wizards.

In the blink of an eye, early spring is just around the corner.

At the end of March, Dumbledore officially announced the school's return to normal.

Quidditch matches resumed as normal.

Of course, with the semester coming to an end, the number of matches and the schedule present varying degrees of challenges.

Starting in April, Quidditch matches will be held every Saturday and Sunday.

Each team must adjust their form as soon as possible to cope with this complex competition.

This was tough on Harry—he had to abandon his plans to explore Godric's Treasure and devote all his time to intensive training.

Wood, the wooden man, is back.

Regardless of wind or rain, the training session every afternoon is conducted without fail.

Even the clearings created by the fire became training grounds that various teams fought over one after another.

After all, there is only one Quidditch pitch, but Hogwarts has four Quidditch teams, so not having a place to train is a problem.

Harry was the first to realize that they could use the clearing created by the Fiendfire to turn it into their own training ground.

Although the barren land had almost recovered by March, the seeds from the forest took root and soon greenery spread and covered the land. If it weren't for the flames etched into their memories that instilled fear in the young wizards, someone might have already set their sights on this clearing.

Of course—Harry's happiness didn't last long.

Because a few days later, Ravenclaw's Quidditch team came knocking on their door.

Ravenclaw captain Roger Davis claims that Wood's Gryffindor team has taken over their ancestral Ravenclaw vacant lot.

???

This guy, is he on the wrong medicine?!

Upon hearing this, the hot-tempered Wood nearly shoved Davis's head into his neck.

I've seen people who lie through their teeth, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

The grass has only grown two inches, when did it become your ancestral vacant lot?

Davis spoke with absolute certainty, spouting obscure terms like Rowena, Ravenclaw, and heirs, while the Ravenclaw students stood tall and proud, as if they were the most outstanding house at Hogwarts.

The other three hospitals are not a concern.

How could a group of mortals understand the wisdom of Ravenclaw!

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Judging from their smug expressions, Wood truly didn't understand anything about intelligence. But he was about to burst out laughing at the idea of ​​physical intelligence!

Of course, they didn't fight.

Just as the two sides were arguing, another team arrived.

The leader was a tall, handsome boy.

His brown bow tie proclaimed his academy affiliation.

Hufflepuff.

Yes, the visitor was Cedric Diggory, the new captain of Hufflepuff.

As for why he was here, it was entirely because Justin was muttering to himself about not having a place to practice Quidditch at the academy, and Owen overheard him. Then someone suddenly remembered that there was a large clearing in the forest that had been burned out!

He then contacted Cedric and asked him to train there.

"Oh! Another shameless team stealing from other academies." Davis glanced up and barely even tapped Cedric before launching into a sarcastic remark.

Wood, who was listening, was already preparing to hit him with a stick.

"Hmm?" Cedric walked over from a distance. When he saw the other two teams, he wasn't too surprised. After all, Slytherin had Snape, so they could occupy the Quidditch training ground forever. Unless the heads of the other houses had to swallow their pride and go to Snape, that biased guy could reserve all the Quidditch training ground time for Slytherin next year.

So he wasn't surprised to see the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams.

"What a coincidence?" He smiled and walked over, extending his hand to greet Davis.

Unfortunately, that guy didn't even glance at him, and when Cedric extended his friendly hand, he didn't even bother to raise it.

Cedric just gave an awkward laugh, which displeased Justin, who had come to observe the training. The little guy glared at Davis, then took a step back and ran back to the castle.

"This place is huge!" Since Davis wasn't willing to shake hands with him, Cedric immediately walked over to Wood, and the two shook hands. Then, he looked around and exclaimed, "This is even bigger than that Quidditch training ground over there!"

"We can definitely set aside two venues. If we buy a few more sets of competition equipment, our three colleges can take turns training. That way, each college can train for two days and rest for one day. I think—"

Before he could finish speaking, Davis couldn't help but arrogantly interrupt, "Separate? Why should we separate? This is all Ravenclaw's property. Please, you irrelevant people, get out of here—"

"Shut up, Davis! Is Hogwarts just for you Ravenclaws? The forest belongs to everyone! It's been like this for thousands of years, what right do you have to kick us out!" Wood, holding a baseball bat, pushed his way through, looking up at Davis with a furious expression.

"Why?" Davis, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke, looked even more disdainful, completely unfazed by Wood's murderous glare. He pointed to the Ravenclaw badge on his chest. "See that? That's what it means to be qualified!"

"If you're so capable, why don't you go ask Gryffindor to carve out a territory for you too!"

"Oh! I've heard for a long time that your house's troublesome second-year witch is the heir to Gryffindor. How come—didn't she receive the inheritance?"

"Or perhaps—oh!" Davis suddenly gave a mocking laugh, then looked at Cedric, "Legend has it that the giant octopus in the Black Lake is an Animagus from Gryffindor. You'll have to find that little wizard Hufflepuff; he's almost finished eating the octopus's tentacles."

"That's probably why Godric Gryffindor won't help you," he said, then looked at Wood. "Because they're incompetent, not good enough!"

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