I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 141 After angering Hermione, I felt much better.

Meanwhile, Owen, unaware of his fate, was still strolling around Notre Dame Cathedral with Sherlock in his arms.

Summer vacation is peak tourist season in Paris. The streets are filled with tourists from all over the world.

He followed behind a tour group and became a tourist himself.

Although Irving lived in Paris for three or four years, he spent most of his time in an orphanage. How could the old Muggle director possibly be taking a four or five-year-old child for a stroll around Paris?

He probably knows less about Paris than these tourists do!

"Look, everyone, this is the Sphinx Cathedral."

The tour guide led a group of people who had grown tired of living in their own places to places that others had grown tired of living in, and in just a few hours, they had seen all the major attractions in Paris.

I have no idea what these people are looking at.

Does taking a quick glance count as having seen it?

"The Sphinx Cathedral was started in 1688 and was not largely completed until 1753. After its completion, it was always a religious church." The bald male tour guide spoke eloquently, pointing to a magnificent cluster of Gothic buildings, as if he had endless things to say.

"This place was briefly converted into an orphanage over a period of 15 years, but then a fire broke out. Due to mismanagement, a large number of children and staff died, and the government was forced to close the orphanage. The place was later restored and is now a museum."

Owen was suddenly taken aback when he heard the tour guide speaking English with a hoarse voice and a thick French accent.

"Is it on fire?"

Did it rise up after he left?

Oh! I'm really lucky then!

Irving felt inexplicably smug, though he didn't know why. In his memory, he had no ill will toward the orphanage, but upon hearing that it was on fire, he felt absolutely delighted.

It's true that I dreamt my school was being pushed over while I was in school, and I was so happy about it.

Forehead.

Just as he was talking about luck, a family of three walking towards him in the distance caught Irving's eye.

That fluffy hair, those bright brown eyes, and that captivating figure...

Forehead.

Hey, are you kidding me?!

You bring a notebook with you when you go out to see a tourist attraction. What are you writing down? Are you going to write a "Granger's Paris Travelogue" when you get home?

"Meow~" Before Owen could do anything, Sirocco in his arms jumped down and ran off to find Hermione with cat-like steps.

"Hey, where did this kitten come from?" Miss Granger, who was writing something down, suddenly felt something grabbing at her trouser leg, and then the thing jumped onto her shoulder.

Hermione turned her head in a daze and happened to meet the cat's gaze. "Hmm, you look really familiar, like Shirok!"

"Meow~" Sirocco meowed softly upon hearing his own name.

The essence of green tea is perfectly displayed.

"Be careful, this might be a stray cat from the tourist area, and it might be carrying some kind of disease," Mr. Granger warned.

"Meow?" Sirocco looked up and stared at Father He, a hint of disdain showing in his blue eyes in a very human way.

Ignorant Muggles.

"It's okay, it's very well-behaved," Hermione said happily as she lifted Sirocco from her shoulder. She had wanted a pet for a long time, but had never found a suitable one.

Perhaps it was those two magical creatures of Irving that raised her standards.

She doesn't like ordinary pets, and she can't afford expensive ones.

So this matter has been delayed.

Not far away, Irving was quite unhappy watching his cat being petted.

I can only pet my cat myself, unless I don't want to.

You can only touch it if I give it to you; you can't steal it if I don't give it to you.

Thinking this to himself, he walked straight through the crowd. "Hey → Miss Granger, long time no see!"

Owen snatched Sirocco back from where she was enjoying a magical girl's fingertip massage.

You little rascal, you know how to enjoy life even better than I do!

I'm genuinely envious.

"Ah!" Hermione was startled by the loss of her beloved item. Looking up and seeing Owen's displeased face, she realized what was happening. "What are you doing here?"

"Me?" Owen stuffed Sirocco into his coat pocket, then said casually, "Summer trip! Headmaster Dumbledore took me, and he gave me special treatment! An outstanding student, you know what I mean."

The moment she said those words, Hermione's good mood for the whole day instantly vanished by half.

Travel with Dumbledore

so envious.

"Um—well," before she could finish speaking, Owen interrupted, "you mean who I'll be learning magic from? Hmm! You've come to the right person, you know Nicolas Flamel, right? The greatest alchemist in the world! I'm going to learn alchemy! Ah, the troubles of being a top student, you know."

"Crunch." Hearing the sound, Hermione gritted her teeth, her eyes changing from surprise to hatred.

This guy always manages to easily provoke her anger.

I was planning to ask him out for dinner, but now—eat, eat, eat! What are you talking about?! Go eat with your alchemy instead!

"Heh—then I'll continue my tour of the cathedral," Hermione said stiffly, pulling her parents' hands to leave.

Just then, Owen's voice came from behind, "Oh! Speaking of visits! I just visited the French magic academy, Bübstein, yesterday! Wow! It's so beautiful, with a whole field of flowers. Their headmaster personally received us and even had the school's best wizard show me around. Ah, Bübstein is wonderful! The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers. This is what a great student's summer vacation is like!"

"Crunch!" Hermione gritted her teeth and broke them.

It's tightened, it's tightened.

The fist clenched.

I really want to smash that smug guy's head with a hammer, what should I do!

I can't hold back any longer!!!

"Hmm? Miss Granger, why is your face so red? Is it too hot in Paris? Sigh! I spent the summer at Hogwarts Castle, studying all sorts of spells and magical plants with many professors. I have a good understanding of the temperatures in both places. Burbuston is indeed warmer than Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall should come here to relax during the summer. After all, being the head of Gryffindor is the most mentally taxing job!" Owen said casually, his tone full of barely concealed pride.

Bathed in the Parisian sunlight, he resembled a young prince just beginning his career.

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It's breached! It's breached!

Hermione stumbled, but thankfully her parents caught her so she didn't fall.

"How dare you say that! Professor McGonagall has been angry for at least half the year because of you!" Hermione released her parents' hands and pointed at Owen's nose, saying, "Don't try to pin everything on Gryffindor!"

"I really don't know why Professor Sprout spoils you so much! He doesn't care about anything, and he doesn't say anything!"

"Hey! If you can consistently win the College Cup for the College every year, Professor McGonagall will turn a blind eye to your behavior."

"Really? Which house is hosting this year's House Cup? Oh! Sorry, I think I forgot, it's probably, maybe, perhaps not Hufflepuff!" Hermione said in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Owen's usual sarcastic tone.

"That's just those Ravenclaws' foul mouths! They'll never know why flowers are so red if I don't teach them a lesson! Besides, I didn't cause any serious consequences, and I don't know why Professor McGonagall deducted two hundred points from me. Humph! It must be her long-standing prejudice against me!"

"Discrimination? Consequences?" Hermione stared, trying to laugh. "You mean by 'not serious consequences' you mean sending seven students to the school hospital and injuring eleven?"

The little witch recounted the glorious exploits of a certain black-haired boy, then suddenly realized something and asked, "You spent your summer vacation at Hogwarts? With the professors? You went to Hogwarts after you left Azkaban?"

"Yeah, right!" Irving said with a smug smile.

"you"

I've sent so many letters, why haven't you replied to any of them!

Hermione looked at Owen's smug expression, and a strange, indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

When she learned that Owen had been imprisoned in Azkaban, she wrote countless letters to everyone she knew.

Professors, principals, and so on. She was worried all day long during those days.

She worried that Irving would be fired and would be imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

She was even more afraid of never seeing him again.

This is why her trip to France was postponed until mid-July.

At school, she had discussed with Harry and the others that if Owen continued to act so recklessly, he might be arrested and sent to Azkaban.

But when it actually happened, she felt sad.

She didn't know why she felt this way about this annoying guy.

For some reason, Hermione suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, as if tears were welling up. She quickly turned her head away, burying all the worries and grievances of the past week behind her mother's back.

Mrs. Granger immediately realized that her daughter had an inexplicable relationship with this seemingly frivolous boy.

Although she didn't understand those complicated magical terms, like Azkaban and Bubbuston, her daughter's eyes didn't lie.

Mr. Granger's expression turned even uglier.

His face was ashen, as if he'd been bullied by a pig.

Of course, due to the existence of magic, they couldn't do anything to Owen. In fact, Mr. Granger was quite happy to see his daughter integrate into that world; otherwise, they wouldn't have had such a lively conversation with the Weasleys last summer.

But this doesn't mean he doesn't interfere with his daughter's social circle.

That boy, Nan Ge, is clearly not a good person. He's cunning, pretentious, and most importantly, he doesn't care about his daughter at all. You could tell just by the tone he used.

The Grangers glanced warily at Owen, then quickly grabbed Hermione's hand and hurriedly left.

The two men sandwiched Hermione between them, each holding one of her hands, and would occasionally whisper something to her. Although Owen didn't hear it, he could tell from their lip movements that it was something like: "Stay away from that boy."

The boy didn't follow; after venting his anger on Hermione, he felt much better.

(End of this chapter)