I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 129 Summer Vacation: Dobby's Observation Diary

"It doesn't matter, Dumbledore." Vanda's expression, which had been gradually calming, returned to its coldness.

"He will talk to you about your problem in person when the time is right."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly. He could keenly sense that Grindelwald must have some kind of plan, and with his abilities, he was willing to believe that the so-called plan could end the modern wizarding world.

Because it really is possible.

Now, with Voldemort still lurking in the shadows, ready to make his move, and his "old friend" stirring up trouble outside, Dumbledore felt genuinely weary.

"I heard Hogwarts is hiring a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" The air in the office seemed to grow even colder.

She finally revealed the purpose of her trip.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore remained silent, only glancing at Wenda indifferently.

He understood the true purpose of her trip.

A test.

Whose orders allowed her to stay at Hogwarts with such patience are obvious.

"I can refuse," the old headmaster said calmly, the taste of his black tea inexplicably bitter. "I already have someone in mind."

Wenda maintained her aloof expression, her elegant demeanor carrying a strong sense of resistance. "Of course, I'm not asking you!"

Clearly, she would never have appeared here if it weren't for someone's request.

Having said that, her tall figure suddenly stood up and looked down at him, saying, "Since you disagree, that's all I have to say."

"As for Voldemort's Horcruxes in Hogwarts, you can deal with them yourself!" With that, Wenda turned to leave. "Before I go, I want to give you a word of advice, Dumbledore."

She turned her head and said indifferently, "Some things are far beyond your expectations."

"You don't know everything. Mr. Grindelwald couldn't turn that monster around, and neither can you."

"Judging by the time, he should be that age by now!"

After saying that, Wenda turned and walked away. Her tall and slender back revealed an indescribable aloofness and determination.

Watching her departing figure, the old principal remained silent for a long time.

She's right. I don't know everything.

In that case—just as Wenda pushed open the oak door.

A dignified voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.

"Perhaps I have a better position for you." Dumbledore stood up.

His purple magic robe was adorned with golden stars, and he exuded a powerful and confident aura that Wenda had only ever seen in Grindelwald.

As one of the world's top wizards.

Dumbledore even dared to lure Voldemort into Hogwarts Castle.

He was even willing to risk his life for Hogwarts.

How could a principal who is not even afraid of death be influenced by some superstitious things?

Moreover, he was absolutely confident that Vanda would not be able to uncover a single secret of Hogwarts.

Perhaps—a glint of light flashed quickly behind the old principal's crescent-shaped glasses.

Perhaps he can still extract some secrets about Grindelwald from Vanda.

Or perhaps it's Irving's secret.

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While Professor Dumbledore and his grandfather's little messenger were scheming against each other at Hogwarts.

Having returned from King's Cross Station, Irving was already lying comfortably in his big bed at home.

Dobby cleaned the room so thoroughly that describing it as spotless would be an insult.

The floor was spotless and shiny.

The wooden floor clearly reflected his image, suggesting that this couldn't have been achieved with simple cleaning.

What first caught Irving's attention about the floor was Dobby's cartoon shoes. No one knew where he got them from, but when he ran, the shoes would light up with red and blue flashing lights, which was really eye-catching.

The floor shimmered with light, making it impossible not to notice.

"Hehe, those shoes are really nice!" Irving said insincerely upon first meeting him.

"Dobby thinks so too, it even glows!" Dobby said, turning around on the spot and jumping happily in his little shoes.

Then, Irving rushed to his study with great enthusiasm. He needed to make good plans for his two-month summer vacation.

Half an hour later, a grand summer vacation plan was born, including practicing ancient magic, studying magical creatures (how to awaken the hidden abilities in the bloodlines of those two good-for-nothings), and finally mastering the profound spells left to him by his grandfather.

This schedule meticulously divides his day into eleven tasks, from waking up in the morning to washing up, eating, sleeping, and so on.

Kyrie Irving believes that if he works hard for two months, he will definitely become a better version of himself!

Then--

Dobby's Observation Diary

— June 26th, the first day of summer vacation: My husband is sleeping.

— June 27th, the second day of summer vacation: My husband is sleeping.

June 28th, the third day of summer vacation: sleeping.

—On June 29th, a voice came from the master's room: Owen! Owen, how could you be so degenerate? Have you forgotten the study plan you set before? May said: "The day's success depends on Arthur." This can't go on.

— June 30th, the fifth day of summer vacation: Sleeping.

—July 1st, the sixth day of summer vacation: It rained all night and it's still raining this morning. I've been lying in bed for five days. My butt hurts so much.

I decided to get up this morning and listen to the rain.

Damn, the air in London smells awful. Even the rain smells like coal smoke. I need to go back and take a shower.

—July 2nd, the seventh day of summer vacation: Early in the morning, a roar came from the room: Damn it, this is so annoying. It's one thing that the air smells weird, but it's also windy. What's with the wind blowing? It's all going to get you!

—July 3rd, the eighth day of summer vacation: I made an appointment with Draco to go to the National Quidditch Stadium in Ireland to watch a game. I heard that there was a French women's Quidditch team playing an exhibition match, so I went to watch it. However, I was very disappointed to find that none of the French women's Quidditch players were white. I only took one look and then went home with Dobby.

—On July 4th, I went to Diagon Alley for tea and ran into a student from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He said he was in Ireland to watch the games. We argued for an entire afternoon about which magic school in the world was the greatest. I got so thirsty that I punched him, and the effect was immediate.

—On July 5th, Mr. Owen discovered Dobby's diary. The words were so intense that Dobby thought Mr. Owen was going to fire him. But in the end, Mr. Owen only deducted a month's salary and left. Hmm—Mr. Owen is indeed the kindest little wizard in the world.

—July 6th, Mr. Owen, I got up very early this morning. An owl came and delivered a howling letter. It was sent by the student from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the day before yesterday. The other party wants to challenge me to a fight in a park in London.

Upon hearing this, the gentleman gladly went to the place.

He fought against several opponents single-handedly, displaying remarkable skill and spirit. Afterwards, officials from the Ministry of Magic arrived and invited him for tea.

—On July 7th, the Ministry of Magic convened a trial committee to publicly try Mr. Owen for abusing magic. In court, Mr. Owen was filled with righteous indignation, vehemently criticizing the International Wizarding Secrecy Act as the most foolish law in the wizarding world, and launching into a passionate speech to the Minister of Magic. He then delivered an important speech, presenting "Four Pieces of Evidence that Fudge is Cerebral Palsy."

These words immediately stirred up a fervor in the tenth courtroom.

Amidst warm greetings of "Motherfucker," Mr. Irwin exchanged views with the justices.

Fudge was furious and, taking advantage of Professor Dumbledore's absence, imprisoned Mr. Owen in Azkaban.

Before leaving, the gentleman took Dobby's diary, saying: "This is the enlightenment from Longchang. The wisdom of the little elves is beyond comprehension."

Hmm—Dobby thought Mr. Owen was right. They were going to Azkaban, but there wasn't a trace of worry on his face. Dobby's wisdom was indeed hard to understand.

Mr. Dumbledore forbade Dobby from telling Mr. Dumbledore that he had been imprisoned in Azkaban, which Dobby found even more incomprehensible.

Dementors, what terrifying creatures! How come you're not afraid at all, sir?

—July 8th, the diary has a new author!

Cough cough?

Knock—Diary, what the hell does a decent person keep a diary?

Do you keep a diary?

I won't write! Who can write their innermost thoughts in a diary?

Can what you write down be considered your true feelings?

Scumbag!

Normal people write web novels, okay?

My first day in Azkaban.

I ran into a lot of familiar faces today: Mulce, Rodolfos Lestrange, Labastan Lestrange, and the Caro siblings.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Wow! Aunt Bei's manic gaze is so captivating. It reminds me of that yandere girl in my first playthrough who ambushed me because he was getting too close to Tom, only to be killed and left hanging from a tree counting stars.

Ah! That was a youthful memory. It records my wild and unrestrained youth!

—July 9th, the second day of Azkaban.

Although I was sent to Azkaban, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic obviously wouldn't dare to do anything to me.

I stayed in that room that also contained the Ministry of Magic's key—the Death statue—and idly counted the Dementors outside the window.

One Dementor, two Dementors, three Dementors.

July 10th. The third day in Azkaban.

Wow, I can even fall asleep while counting Dementors, I must be the first person to ever do that before!

Mr. Ober Benny came to see me today.

He said he had informed Dumbledore and secretly slipped my wand to him.

I don't know how he brought that wand in, but it's clear that the old headmaster's influence in the Ministry of Magic is very deep-rooted!

With the magic wand, my range of movement has suddenly expanded considerably.

After sneaking out of the room, I made my way to the deepest part of Azkaban.

On the way, I killed several Dementors. My Phoenix Guardian is really powerful; it seems to have a damage bonus against these creatures.

—The Adventures of Azkaban

(End of this chapter)