I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 135 The Adventures of Bubbaston

July 11th, cloudy.

A deep, lingering sorrow hung over London.

It looked like she was about to cry at the last minute.

I still don't know what Professor McGonagall felt when she saw Owen return to Hogwarts with Professor Dumbledore, less than two weeks into summer vacation.

In short, Teacher Miao's joyful expression as she went out to greet Dumbledore plummeted from the clouds to the bottom in less than a second.

The moment she saw Owen, she turned and walked back to the castle, as if she hadn't even seen Professor Dumbledore.

Old Deng seemed to know his old best friend very well. He patted Owen's head, a mischievous, sweet smile playing on his lips.

The days that followed felt like going back to my school days.

Old Dumbledore led him back to Hogwarts and stayed by his side every step of the way.

Irving also began a life of frequent solitary confinement in the principal's office.

This led Irving to believe that Dumbledore had figured something out.

It wasn't until several days later, after he hadn't said anything, that Owen became certain that the principal had simply enrolled him in a summer tutoring program.

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.

After the children left, Hogwarts Castle became much emptier, much like the weather in July, where sunny days were rare.

More often than not, it is an inescapable gloom.

However, Owen was quite happy. When Professor Sprout learned that he had returned to the castle, he happily came to find him and then entrusted him with the care of a batch of new varieties transplanted from the Far East.

He was also asked to write an observation diary every two days.

Gan!

What's with this weird graduate student vibe?!

Does he also have to go to Snape's place to wash bottles—and crucibles?

Is there any compensation? They're just making me work for free!

With his perpetually grimacing face, Irving is busier than when he was in school.

One day, Professor McGonagall approached him with a serious expression and asked him to help Hagrid deal with the remnants of the eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

Having lost a large number of its swarm, the eight-eyed giant spider had gone completely mad, rendering Aragog's commands meaningless. Moreover, it was old, and its offspring did not all obey it.

After six months of rest and recuperation, the spider swarms have begun to appear frequently on the outer edges of the Forbidden Forest. This poses a serious threat to the young wizard's life.

But—why should I do this?

Whoever started this mess should clean it up!

Why should I do all the work?

He immediately wrote to Harry Potter, telling him to get the hell back to the castle!

However, life in the castle was not so boring.

On his second day back at Hogwarts, Owen met a new friend.

A snake, a snake that is 12 feet long.

Nagini?

Owen recognized the giant python at a glance; he was all too familiar with it. No one would be unfamiliar with the snake that often followed Voldemort.

Where did Dumbledore find Nagini?

Could it also be an Albanian forest?

Damn it, the forests of Albania are the graveyard of Merlin, how come the feng shui is so good that you can find everything there?

However, with experience in raising Shiloh and Bakkar snakes, raising a snake is still quite easy.

Raising one is just raising it, raising three is just chasing after it, they're pretty much the same.

Mmm--Let's leave all this fun to Dobby.

Time flies, and it's already mid-July.

One morning, Professor Dumbledore appeared mysteriously in his dormitory and told him that they were going on a trip.

"Um?"

Still in a daze, Irving was pulled up by the old principal, dressed, and herded like a duck to the door of the responsive room on the eighth floor without even having breakfast.

"Professor, where are we going?"

Inside the room, Owen stared at the enormous, resplendent gold door key before him, its surface engraved with many ancient legends and floating in the air like a prayer wheel.

He looked quite excited.

With the old headmaster's magical powers, he wouldn't need to catch the door key if he were just traveling in England.

If they're using something like this, they can only be going to other countries.

"Seeing an old friend?"

"An old friend?" Owen looked up at Dumbledore with an unsurprised expression and said, "I guess it's Nicolas Flamel?"

"Hmm? You're very smart." Principal Deng looked at Owen with surprise.

"Um—guessing this is totally stress-free!"

Do you really need to guess about your few old friends?

In Dumbledore's life, Nick was the only one who could be called an "old" friend.

The others are not qualified; who dares to compare their age with the over 600-year-old Golden Condensate?

However—in Paris, France.

Are they going to Paris?

Owen was slightly taken aback. Since he came to England, he had never been back. Sometimes he even felt that life in Paris was like a dream.

Oh right—what was the name of the orphanage he stayed at again?

Irving frowned, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have never known the name of that place.

But—that's impossible! I've lived here for so many years, there's no way I wouldn't know the name of the orphanage.

I still remember the little brat who lived in the bunk below me. He was a useless little thing who just couldn't learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within ten no matter how I taught him.

Oh right, what was his name again?

Justin Finley?

Uh—no, damn it, how did I get it wrong?

Owen was still struggling with his decision, but Professor Dumbledore had already turned his gaze away.

He grabbed Owen's hand and walked toward the door key. Then, after a spatial distortion, they, along with the suitcase Owen was carrying, disappeared from the spot.

The feeling of moving around in space was very unpleasant, like being squeezed into some kind of pipe.

Unlike the wizard's apparition, the portal key's pipe is much thicker.

This may be why the Portkey can ignore the limitations of the Anti-Apparition Charm.

After a dazzling display of magical effects, Owen suddenly felt a heavy weight beneath his feet.

When I looked up again, there wasn't a single cloud in the distance; the sky was like a pure sapphire.

A magnificent manor came into view ahead.

This place must be located atop a mountain, where Irving can see the vast lawns and beautiful mountains surrounding the school, with French-style buildings nestled among them, exuding a unique charm.

He and Professor Dumbledore walked along a marble-paved road lined with huge windmills on both sides.

Flowerbeds stretch to the horizon along the roadside, with vibrant flowers from all over the world.

Among them, roses are the most numerous. Delicate and varied in color, they are eye-catching.

After crossing a covered bridge woven from roses, they felt as if they had stepped into the ultimate romantic sanctuary in Shakespeare's works.

To Owen's left appeared a Quidditch arena, with flags fluttering around it bearing the Beauxbatons school crest and two golden wands crossed in a cross shape, each wand adorned with three stars.

In French, Beauspatton means "beautiful walking stick".

A shimmering river meanders along the edge of the Quidditch field like a silver ribbon, with a dense primeval forest on the other side.

Three fiery red eyes, golden and silver manes, and a Pegasus that looks almost like an elephant are leisurely lying on the riverbank. They are all very rare divine horses.

"Is this—Bubasterton?"

Looking at the garden and the huge fountain in front of him, as well as the vast lawns and rolling mountains surrounding the school, Owen temporarily put aside the chaotic memories in his mind.

"It's so beautiful! It feels so much better than Hogwarts. Ah! If I hadn't gone to England back then, would I be studying at Bübstein right now?"

"Hmm?" The old headmaster glanced at Owen with his blue eyes, his expression strange.

If that brat hadn't annoyed him that day, he probably would have felt uneasy.

Hmm—it seems I need to make his summer vacation more fulfilling.

A new batch of spellbooks is about to be delivered to the library, and a spellbook scribe is needed.

Unaware of his tragic fate, Irving was admiring the scenery of Burbuston.

Compared to the natural grandeur of Hogwarts, Burbuston is much softer, with traces of artificial decoration everywhere. But it must be said that the old Parisians had a high level of artistic taste; the gardens and such were quite beautifully designed.

"Wow! Look, it's Dumbledore!"

"Yes, yes! A living Dumbledore!"

"A white beard, a grey robe, and look at those eyes—he's clearly a top-tier wizard."

Who is that boy next to him?

"I don't know, maybe they're students from Hogwarts."

After crossing the covered bridge, I suddenly saw many students dressed in gorgeous silk.

It's already mid-July, why haven't the schools in the old revolutionary base area started their holidays yet? Are they really exploiting us like this?

Irving didn't understand, but that didn't stop the many girls around him from continuing to comment on him, saying things like, "He looks so handsome!"

"It's just that he's a bit young; if he were a few years older..."

"I just love cute little boys like this—"

"Hey, little boy over there, do you have a girlfriend?" A shout suddenly came from the midst of the silvery laughter.

Hiss—as expected of the children of the City of Romance, they are much bolder than the students of Hogwarts.

However, a quiet, reserved, and socially awkward boy like him would definitely be overwhelmed by such enthusiasm, so Owen shouted back, "No! Sister, are you going to marry me?"

Upon hearing the sound, the girl was startled, and then a clear laugh burst out from among the girls.

After regaining her composure, she wasn't shy at all, and continued, "Okay! I'll be waiting for you, when you're a few years older!"

"Hey! It's a deal, right? I—Harry Potter! I'm the most honest person, I believe whatever people say!" Owen continued spouting nonsense with his eyes wide open, "A promise from our youth!"

"Wow! Is that Harry Potter?" The young wizards around suddenly burst into a heated discussion.

"Harry Potter? Who's that?"

"My God, the boy who survived the killing curse, the only one to survive it, and you didn't know that?"

"My parents are Muggles, and I've never been exposed to the magical world, so of course I don't know."

"Harry Potter, he's Harry Potter!"

"Dumbledore and Harry Potter are the two most famous people in Britain."

Holy crap, I've never seen such a ridiculous purchasing process. The store opens tomorrow, and he's only doing the purchasing today. Over two hundred items need to be entered into the cashier system! Good grief, insane overtime. I'm exhausted.

(End of this chapter)