I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 145 I love watching girls fight.

Irving leaped onto the table, put his hands behind his back, and arrogantly tilted his head back.

"Is this Beauxbatons?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think this was some kind of dark wizard gathering place! You're all useless. You have to use dark magic to deal with a weak, pitiful, and helpless third-year wizard like me? You've completely disgraced Nicolas Flamel!"

"What did you say?!" The group of young wizards around them stood up angrily, their eyes wide with fury!

They looked at Irving as if they wanted to bite him to death.

"What? You're not convinced? Come out and fight me one-on-one!" Irving arrogantly raised a friendly gesture towards him.

"In the end, it's because you guys are too weak! Really too weak! I don't even have the desire to make a move. How did you become so useless?" Owen shook his head with disdain.

"If I were you, I would have already smashed my head against a block of tofu and died."

"What did you say! Say it again and see!"

"Try it!!!" Irving glanced at him sideways. "So what if I said that!"

"Enough!" At this moment, Furong, unable to bear it any longer, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

She slowly rose, her face, which resembled that of God—ah—no, Merlin—well—no, that's not right either—none other than Nicholas Flamel's meticulously sculpted features, now covered in frost.

"Vianni may have made a mistake, but you shouldn't have insulted Beauxbatons."

She directed several boys to carry the disgraceful guy out of the auditorium.

Then, staring intently at Irving, he stated sternly, "You have insulted Beauxbatons time and again; today you must pay the price!"

"The price? Can you beat me?" Irving chuckled.

They didn't care at all.

"Can't beat me?" A resolute glint flashed in the witch's eyes. "So what? I will make you pay the price. I will!" Fleur, gripping the wand whose core was made from her grandmother's hair, almost roared these words.

"So you still can't beat me! Do you think you can just yell, cast a love spell, and use a disarming charm to kill me instantly? I am the head of Hogwarts, and you think you can kill me instantly? I, Ta-meow, will eat this table right now."

Owen pointed to the table beneath his feet and jumped down. Then, with a flick of his wand, he burned the table to ashes. Flags, of course, are unacceptable.

If the opponent suddenly unleashes their power and kills him instantly, that would be awkward.

"But I have a good idea."

Owen suddenly smiled mysteriously, grabbed the still bewildered Hermione, and strode out of the Great Hall.

"Come on, let's have a one-on-one fight outside!"

He gave Sister Furong a provocative look, then his lips curled up slightly. His demeanor and smile were like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of the young Beauxbatons wizards. Enraged, they didn't think twice and followed him out in a group.

Outside the courtyard, in the flowerbed, Owen and Hermione confronted the others.

Before Furong could speak, he said first, "Don't say I'm bullying you. I, Owen, never fight with women."

"This lady beside me is Hermione Granger, head of Gryffindor, one of the four houses of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall's prized student, and Professor Flitwick's most promising student. Gryffindor is known as the House of Courage, the strongest in the entire house in terms of fighting power." Owen started spouting off, going on and on about Gryffindor, regardless of whether she believed him or not, he believed her!

"And Miss Granger is the spiritual successor of Godric Gryffindor. She's no less impressive than Sister Fleur or Chief Beauxbatons!"

"What do you mean!" A serious look appeared in Hibiscus Moon's eyes. Although the little witch looked flustered, since this devil had such a high opinion of her, she must be no simple character!

"If you beat her, I'll apologize to Beauxbatons in front of all of you right now," Owen said, arms crossed. "But if you lose, well—"

"I won't lose!" Fleur raised her wand and pointed it at Hermione from a distance.

"Don't be so confident! Miss Granger is very strong, you know." Owen said lazily, opening his arms behind his back and slapping Hermione's hand away.

"You're very strong, you believe me," Irving said, turning around and giving him a look.

Seeing this, Hermione looked completely bewildered.

What are you saying?! I don't understand a word you're saying!

Is the hard isolation room at Spike a cause for concern?

"So, do you dare to accept?"

"What wouldn't I dare to do?"

"Alright, I like straightforward girls like you!" With that, Owen lifted his foot to step aside from the dueling arena, but even as he stepped back, Hermione's hand remained tightly gripping the hem of his clothes.

At first, he thought the young girl was just shy.

Owen, somewhat puzzled, frowned as he looked at Hermione. This shouldn't be happening!

She led the charge when the three houses besieged Ravenclaw Tower.

In the ensuing battle between the four houses, Hermione overpowered all the senior wizards with her swift and tricky spells, single-handedly dominating the entire community.

Otherwise, why would he let Hermione fight Fleur one-on-one?

"Is it possible, I mean, maybe, just maybe, that I don't understand French very well?" Hermione squinted, staring at Owen with an unfriendly expression.

Although she looked completely bewildered throughout, she could roughly deduce from their expressions and postures that this guy had definitely caused trouble again.

Hermione found this quite incomprehensible. Couldn't he just be a little bit calmer, even though he was in a completely unfamiliar place?

Do they not stop until they are hunted down by the entire academy?

"Oh! It's nothing. I just accepted a wizard duel for you. Relax. Just beat up Slytherins the way you usually do—well, it's not good to mess with Sister Furong because of her beauty, um... never mind—just be careful."

"???" Hermione was stunned when she heard the voice.

You accepted a duel on my behalf?

How come your face is so big!

If you're going to court death, go do it yourself, don't drag me along.

That way, I won't get dragged into Professor Dumbledore's beating up you when he comes along!

Moreover—what Flowery Face and Moon?

Hermione stepped aside to avoid Owen's figure, her eyes looking in that direction.

My God—she's so beautiful.

Under the moonlight, Furong, with her cool and aloof expression, seemed like a fairy descended to earth. She had a graceful figure, long and straight legs, and long, light silver hair that fell to her shoulders, making her look elegant and refined.

She was like a blooming white rose, captivating all who looked at her. Hermione's gaze froze instantly.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" Owen snapped his fingers several times in front of Hermione, finally pulling the girl out of her reverie.

"You and her, did you offend her?" Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly as she came to her senses, and she subconsciously began to speak well of her enemy.

There was no way around it; in her mind, Owen's image was already firmly associated with the words "arrogant and domineering," so Hermione subconsciously assumed that the boy in front of her had started it.

"She attacked me first, okay?" Owen rolled his eyes at the little witch, then waved for her to wait a moment.

The coaches are discussing tactics and observing!

Then, he explained the whole story (abridged version) to Hermione in this and that manner.

"So that's how it is!" Hermione finally understood the conflict that started with the Quidditch tournament in England and continued into France. In France, it was the young wizard Beauxbatons who first caused trouble for Owen, and his incredibly beautiful older sister even ambushed him.

But—"I didn't bring my wand!"

Hermione whispered.

"No big deal—wait, what did you say?" Owen thought he'd misheard and quickly leaned closer to confirm, "Seriously?! You didn't bring your wand? Are you even a wizard? What wizard doesn't carry a wand with them at all times?!"

"I just finished showering, okay? You suddenly barged in." Owen suddenly leaned in, making the little witch feel a little suffocated, and her cheeks continued to heat up.

"But I've already finished pretending."

"Why don't you use my wand?" Owen took out his 'Elegy'.

"Will this work?" Hermione took the wand. She had never used anyone else's wand before. Owen's wand was heavy and completely different from her own, which made her feel completely unsure.

"Hey! You didn't have this expression when you single-handedly took down seven or eight Slytherins!"

"That's all your fault," Hermione retorted angrily.

"Ha, I believe you. You were even more excited than me when you were beating people up. Tch~ You're a Gryffindor after all. No matter how much you pretend, deep down you still inherit the tyranny from Godric a thousand years ago."

"Our Hufflepuffs are still the kind ones."

"Tyranny? Kindness—do these words have anything to do with you?" The little witch rolled her eyes, looking at the annoying person in front of her with disgust.

I really want to punch you right now!

"Ha ha!"

Owen felt a chill run down his spine under Hermione's gloomy gaze, and he forced a smile as he backed away.

They seemed to be afraid of her, or perhaps they were making way for her.

Before leaving, Owen cast his final Transfiguration spell on Hermione!

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In an instant, magic transformed her attire once more. Her loose, purple dress suddenly tightened, and then two long silk ribbons were drawn from her waist, wrapping around her fair legs and transforming into a pair of fitted trousers.

The white veil around her neck suddenly grew larger, transforming into wings in the air.

The butterfly suddenly fluttered and fell onto her, transforming into a white robe.

The little boots on her feet also quickly changed their style, going from high heels to flats in the blink of an eye.

"Stop looking! No matter what, you're still a young wizard at Hogwarts! You can't let people look down on you. You're not fighting alone! Harry, Ron, Justin—well, never mind that, too much trouble! Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Dumbledore are with you!"

As Owen retreated while casting his spell, he uttered his last words outside the flowerbed.

"Go Granger! Go Granger!"

"Granger! Hooray L('ω')┘三└('ω')!"

Overjoyed, Owen was itching to raise a flag and shout his approval. He had long planned this showdown between the two schools' best witches.

Hey!

I love watching girls fight.

A real fight: I hate my older sister~~~

(End of this chapter)