I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 13: A Little Fat Sheep is Discovered (Please Read On)

"What!" Hagrid's eyes widened in anger, looking like a Vajra descended to earth.

"It's nothing, I just mean, we should go see those cute little magical animals."

"No!" Hagrid refused him outright upon hearing this.

He sternly warned Owen, "I will relay these words to Professor Dumbledore without missing a single one!"

"Now, you stay right here and don't go anywhere. I'll come back, buy you a wand, and then immediately return to the castle!"

Ok!

Hagrid was really angry.

Perhaps it was his deep-seated hatred for a certain bald mage that made him so extreme in his disagreement with Irving's words.

He even thought that this eleven-year-old kid was already the next generation of Death Eaters.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also startled.

They stood there, stunned, watching Hagrid disappear through the doorway carrying two enormous iron buckets.

"Good heavens, a three-meter-tall giant is enraged!"

"I thought I was going to lose my hearing forever!" Ron said, his expression uneasy after surviving the ordeal.

"Owen Sanchez!" Hermione immediately found the culprit. "How could you say such a thing!"

"What's wrong with me?" Owen shrugged, looking at Hermione's angry glare with confusion, and said, "The 'big melon' stuff is really effective; everyone who's used it says it's bad. Besides, you haven't even tried it, how do you know I'm wrong?"

"Young people should be bold in trying new things; that's what Professor Dumbledore said."

----"ha?"

Is this even human language?

Harry looked like he had something stuck in his throat, and after a long while, he rolled his eyes and glared at Owen.

He is no longer the naive and ignorant little wizard he was a week ago.

Instead, he was a clueless little wizard who had been learning magic for a week.

These past few days, Hermione has been dragging them to the library almost every day to "recharge" their knowledge.

I didn't learn the spell.

But I've certainly broadened my horizons a bit.

For example, the three unforgivable curses.

As the most infamous curse in the wizarding world, Hogwarts Library does not have textbooks to teach students how to cast spells, but it does have books that introduce the subject.

Killing Curse!

Soul-Stealing Curse!

The Cruciatus Curse!

Just hearing the name evokes an overwhelming sense of evil!

"Are you trying to get Harry to kill Snape? Are you crazy?" Ron yelled.

Only an evil tyrant like Owen would come up with the idea of ​​having a minor wizard kill his professor.

"Uh—where do you get your confidence? Are you crazy?" Owen rolled his eyes at the group. "I mean, let Snape eat Harry! Then he'll be locked up in Azkaban too. You all die together, everyone's happy!"

"Or do you think you can beat Snape?" He turned to Harry.

"Uh—" Okay! Harry looked a little embarrassed.

He had just thought—

Wait a minute—this guy actually wants him dead.

Harry, grasping the key point, immediately changed his embarrassed expression, straightened his back, and said, "What kind of crazy methods are these?"

"You're bad at this and you're blaming others?" Owen retorted. "If you had Voldemort's strength, you'd be lucky if Snape didn't piss off!"

Hearing Irving's vulgar words, the three boys' faces turned pale and then purple.

However, the point is valid. In the end, they were just a group of eleven-year-old wizards, and they really didn't have much strength left to fight against Snape, the leader of the school bullies.

"Alright! Stop complaining." He shrugged, his gaze deep, and said, "The grudges between our fathers are meaningless now, but Snape is that kind of person. If you want him to treat all the young wizards in the houses equally, you'll have to put up with it unless Harry's mother comes back to life."

"Besides, Harry's dad stole someone else's sweetheart, what kind of deep-seated grudge is that?"

"What's wrong with people venting their frustrations on him?"

"Are you so cruel as to not even allow this simple request?"

"What if someone steals your wife in the future? What will you do?" Owen looked at Harry and Ron. "Are you just going to watch with a grin, clap your hands and say 'Ome detou'?"

Forehead--

Harry and Ron were completely dumbfounded. What was all this about?!

Kyrie Irving's logic is so strange.

But—undeniably, there is some truth to it. If Snape's story happened to him, Harry couldn't guarantee he would treat his rival's child with equanimity.

"Is there any way to quickly learn spells?" After a moment of silence, Harry suddenly stood up and asked Owen sincerely, "You're so amazing, you must have some special methods!"

Well, after all that talk, he still felt he needed to learn more spells first.

As Irving said, if you are strong enough, some things won't happen.

"Hey!" Owen's eyes lit up, then he looked at me with a "you're a promising kid" expression and said, "Young man, do you crave power?"

"Come, come, I have a copy of 'The Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic' here, only 300 Galleons."

"The three-part 'Into Ancient Magic' will only cost 997 Galleons."

"The four volumes of 'Shiki, Your Perfect Home Guardian' will be yours for 1,000 Galleons."

Installment payments are supported, with a maximum payment period of 24 months!

"Interested? If you're not interested, then take action! If you don't move, I won't move either. You damn well better take action! Pay up!"

Harry was momentarily stunned. "I...I don't have that much money."

"No money?" Owen simply couldn't believe it. Could the wealth accumulated by the Potts over generations be small?

"I don't believe it. Didn't your parents leave you a large sum of money? Or—how about a mortgage loan? Fast approval, funds arrive in two hours, eliminating your worries. Click for details: wozaijieqianjiushishabi.com"

"Uh—" Harry was about to speak when he realized he had money, but not that much.

But as the words were about to come out, he suddenly paused, then looked up and asked, puzzled, "How did you know my parents left me a large sum of money?"

"I?"

"Of course it's a guess. The Potter family is very rich. Read more books, young man. Don't you even know anything about your own family?" Owen's eyes lit up.

Another big, fat sheep has been spotted.

And it's not the ordinary kind.

On the other hand, Harry was even richer than Draco, because no matter how much Lucius doted on his son, he wouldn't give him a pile of gold.

But Harry actually had that much money in his pocket.

"Harry, don't believe him, he just wants to scam you out of your money." Hermione saw through Owen's little scheme in an instant. She stood in front of Harry and stared directly at Owen.

"What happened?"

Just then, the door of the cabin opened.

Hagrid walked in carrying his empty metal bucket.

"Alright, you guys hurry back to the castle." He urged them on, herding Harry and the others like ducks, then stood in front of the wooden door, watching the three little ones walk along the mountain path and into the distance on the pier leading to the castle before turning his gaze away.

The contract has been filled out and the status will change in the next few days. Also, for those who are following the story, clicking on the page that says "To be continued" is required for it to count as a valid follow-up. Don't ask why, this is not the author's decision.

I'll share what I saw and heard today in the next chapter.

(End of this chapter)