I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 127 Gryffindor Outcast - Goodbye, Second Year!

Undeniably, Kyrie Irving possesses an unwavering, impartial, and ingenious ability when it comes to making money.

After beating up the talkative Ron.

The next day, three statues appeared in front of Hogwarts.

Even a fool would know that those are statues of the founders of the other three colleges.

Oh dear! When it comes to making money, of course you have to share it all. Ravenclaw has been almost drained dry by him, while the Slytherins are much richer. Most of them are pure-blood wizards, and their families have at least tens of thousands of Galleons.

Except for a certain Gaunt family.

Those days during exam week were some of the happiest days of Irving's life.

Every day after class, he would run to the steps outside the gate and sit there, listening to the crisp sound of the gold galleons falling into the box.

A feeling of exhilaration, even more refreshing than drinking an energy drink.

The weather on the highlands where Hogwarts is located is as capricious as the mountains themselves, changing as freely as a child. On rainy days, Owen would choose to sit in front of the Hogwarts gate, having brought a chair with him.

Listening to the sound of wind and rain, I also watched the group of bewildered little wizards.

As he watched them, filled with all sorts of emotions, buy from the Gemini's stall incense—the incense they had gathered from the ashes of the eight-eyed giant spider—and stand in long lines in front of several statues, braving wind and rain, he would reveal a meaningful smile.

He truly loves every devout young wizard who kneels in worship equally!

Especially those two who worked for him for free.

Haha, those silly twins actually suggested to Professor McGonagall that they wanted to transfer to another hospital.

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall was first taken aback, and then became unusually angry.

Since Ms. Meow became the Head of Gryffindor, not a single young wizard has ever left Gryffindor for another house. This is an insult to her!

Then her mood turned somber. Was there something she hadn't done well enough?

Professor McGonagall had heard about the complaints the young Gryffindor wizards had about her, mostly about why she couldn't treat Slytherin students like Snape did.

After feeling lost and disappointed, Teacher Miao suddenly had an epiphany.

This is a good thing!

Professor McGonagall was instantly overjoyed.

Their applications were approved that same day.

Professor Cat assigned several senior wizards (to supervise) and elves (to do the work) to throw all of the twins' belongings out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Then the Gryffindor password was changed.

It wasn't until the cold, icy rain lashed haphazardly against George and Fred's thin bodies late at night that the two clowns realized they had done something stupid.

They don't seem to be transferring hospitals.

It's more like being fired.

Merlin's beard!!!

Having understood everything, George and Fred immediately rushed to Professor McGonagall's office, crying and shouting so loudly that they almost broke the office door.

"Professor, we're wrong!"

"Professor, we've been cursed with an Imperius Curse!"

"Professor, we truly love you, we love Gryffindor!"

"Professor~~~" The heart-wrenching cry echoed all night.

Unfortunately, it seems that Teacher Miao is serious this time.

Or perhaps we should thoroughly teach these two lawless individuals a lesson, so that even if they shout themselves hoarse, they remain unmoved.

The spell blocked out all sounds from the room, and Professor McGonagall slept exceptionally well that night.

And so, poor George and Fred spent two weeks camping in the House of Requirement.

In the end, Hannah couldn't bear to watch any longer. Her kind Hufflepuff soul couldn't stand seeing someone suffer, and then—Owen, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, ended up with two new roommates.

Professor Sprout's consistent compassion prevented her from objecting to the two Gryffindor outcasts moving into Hufflepuff.

But once they started staying, it lasted for more than a month.

Professor McGonagall's tone only softened slightly after Gryffindor's decisive victory over Slytherin in the first Quidditch match.

Of course, the traditional online novel trope of fortunes changing every thirty years didn't happen, because from the moment George and Fred moved into Irving's bedroom, one after another, there were shouting letters from Mrs. Weasley.

In summary, it can be summed up in one sentence.

Mrs. Weasley suggested, rather tactfully, that if George and Fred did not return to Gryffindor by the end of the semester, their summer vacation might affect their height.

—Because she'll break those two's legs.

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.

Hmm—it seems that both of their legs have been saved so far.

After 41 days (in a Quidditch match where Gryffindor narrowly defeated Ravenclaw), the twins, who had betrayed Gryffindor, finally returned to their loyal Gryffindor.

After being thoroughly beaten up by society, the two guys finally became obedient and never mentioned transferring to another hospital again.

And that's how their friendship (employment) was established.

However, rather than working for someone else, they should really be called partners.

After all, they can get a share of the profits from every scrap of magical artifact they sell.

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 passed slowly, and although everyone was reluctant, the exam still arrived.

The first week of June marks the start of the comprehensive exams.

For Owen, the only subjects that could stump him in the second-year exams were Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

One reason is that Snape didn't want to be shameless.

Another reason is that Snape is shameless.

Because of Lockhart's situation, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the second half of the year was taught by all the professors taking turns filling in for him.

This means that all professors participate in the exams, and they will use their spare time to give each year's young wizards questions on defense against the dark magic.

In other words, some unlucky souls did encounter Snape setting the exams and proctoring the test.

That would be pure bad luck.

That's what Irving fears most; he's never had much luck since he was a child.

If he's lucky, there won't be a second playthrough. He'd already be sitting in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, reigning supreme.

On Thursday, with a heavy heart, he walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. To be honest, after seeing so many people worshipping the Great God, he had also considered doing the same. He really didn't want to see the old bat's face.

After that, it's unclear which powerful figure intervened, but the professor in charge of dark magic for Owen's year was Teacher Meow.

Okay, even if it's not Professor Sprout, but—Miao-laoshi will do! We're not picky.

And Friday's Potions exam will inevitably involve dealing with Snape.

As soon as you step into the Potions Professor's office, the temperature drops by eight degrees.

The only test content was that the old bat first had each of the young wizards purify one gallon of octopus venom, then they had to peel off their fangs, bristles, and bones, and finally, the test was on a potion that required octopus venom.

From 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM

Snape's point is that free labor is always available, so why not use it?

After everyone treated the exam like a funeral, that tedious week finally came to an end.

The time that followed was the young wizards' final, frenzied moment.

After a week of both peace and tension, the exam results were finally released.

As expected, Owen easily secured first place in his grade with perfect scores in all subjects (excluding Potions).

Hermione followed closely behind.

Next up was a young Ravenclaw wizard.

Harry, Ron, and Hannah are also on the list, firmly holding their positions in the top ten of their grade.

Justin was the worst among them, ranking only sixteenth in the entire grade.

It sounds impressive, but there are fewer than forty students in the second year at Hogwarts.

As a member of the Hufflepuff trio, Owen felt extremely ashamed about it.

However, not everything ended perfectly – because Hermione, Harry, Ron, Hannah, Justin, and Luna all lost points.

Slytherin effortlessly snatched the House Cup title this year.

This greatly displeased Harry, who had won consecutive Quidditch championships.

Finally, after a thoroughly enjoyable dinner.

The second year has finally come to an end.

"Beep beep~"

Huge plumes of steam rose from the horizon at dawn.

The young wizards trod down the mountain, their feet crunching on the tender green grass.

The tenacious branches covering the mountains adorn the vast land.

The greenery spread into the distance.

The river water, drawn from Black Lake, flows lazily by, and the piled-up river pebbles bask contentedly in the sun.

Looking around, the mountains and fields here seem to be a great canyon, with the sharp peaks on both sides covered by greenery, and a waterfall cascading down the cliff like silk.

Looking further into the distance, one can vaguely see the outline of the towering mountain peak. A majestic peak, towering into the clouds, stands upright in the sky like a pillar supporting the heavens.

This is Scotland, where Hogwarts is located, rugged yet magnificent.

The Hogwarts Express raced across the plains of Scotland.

The morning sunlight shone through the window onto the faces of seven or eight people in the private room.

So many people were crammed into one cubicle.

The temperature inside the exhaled breath rises rapidly.

But nobody is bothered by this.

Everyone chatted and laughed.

Ron also lit the Weasleys' newly developed Supreme Magic Incense, which, in addition to emitting a pleasant rose scent, produced blue smoke that conjured up the image of Lady Ravenclaw.

That elegant smile and graceful posture seemed to be an annotation of an era.

What are your plans for summer vacation?

This is the topic that the young wizards talk about the most.

The answers they received were all different. Hermione said that her whole family was going to France for the summer vacation.

Luna said she and her father would be going to Ireland during the summer vacation to search for a magical animal that had never been discovered before.

Ron said that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he would spend his summer vacation in the Burrow.

Hannah said that her family would be spending some time with relatives in America during the summer vacation.

Needless to say, Justin was the only one who looked miserable as he said he was going to Eton College for summer tutoring—and then visit a company in the United States for a learning experience.

Harry, on the other hand, will still go back to the Dursleys, though he is extremely reluctant, but he has no other choice.

As for Irving, well! He'll just have to spend two boring and tedious months of his summer vacation in a dull 400-square-meter villa, under Dobby's care.

He did want to run away, to the Far East—to America—to Russia.

Unfortunately, it's especially troublesome for a young wizard to travel abroad, particularly one like him without a guardian. Although he can board a plane and leave the country as a Muggle, he will be noticed by the local Aurors as soon as he lands.

In short, it's quite troublesome, and he won't go out unless absolutely necessary.

Sigh—I once dreamed of wandering the world with a sword, but then I realized how comfortable a bed is!

The storms in my dreams can't touch me; many girls still live there.

(End of this chapter)