I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 148 Heart-to-heart talks between girls

In the afternoon at Beauxbatons, Irving strolled through the courtyards between the estates.

The sunlight shone on the boy, making him look exceptionally warm and gentle.

Today he was wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, shorts with Superman printed on them, and fire dragon shoes—well, he was definitely a non-mainstream type.

The fact that he didn't dye the thing on the top of his head green was already a gesture of respect to Professor Dumbledore.

He felt that he would get beaten up by the old principal if he did that.

However, even with such an unconventional outfit, his handsome face could not be concealed.

—As everyone knows, Kyrie Irving has a delicate, small face.

It's safe to say that anyone who can cross-dress is at least reasonably good-looking. Not to mention, this is a heavyweight who can fool the entire academy.

He was even prettier than some girls.

It's a pity, though, that the handsome young man wasn't mute; otherwise, his charm would have been even greater.

A gentleman like jade on the road, a youth unparalleled in the world.

It's a pity it has a mouth!

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The sun in the south of France wasn't too harsh, even though it was already August.

Beauxbatons is, after all, located deep in the mountains. The temperature is unlikely to be like that of a city.

At that moment, Owen, who was having a friendly conversation with the sun, suddenly smelled a wonderful fragrance. He glanced over and saw a familiar face at the other end of the corridor.

The stunningly beautiful young lady, Furong

The next second, the corners of Irving's mouth turned up, and a faint smile appeared on his cheeks.

oh~~~

Honey, what did you discover?

My gut feeling tells me there's a big, fat sheep around here.

Oh! That can't be me, and it's certainly not you reading the book. So—who could it be?

Oh, it's her! Our beautiful Miss Furong.

Good heavens, I can smell the heavy Galleons in her pockets.

Gold! Gold!! Gold!!

Oh~ Hohohoho!

Then, like a petal drifting in the wind, Owen floated lightly toward Hibiscus.

"Oh! My dear Sister Furong, you're frowning. It seems you've encountered some trouble. Do you need my help?"

Owen stood beside Fleur and asked with a grin.

Looking at the boy who flew over like a butterfly, and his nonchalant expression, Furong was speechless—and furious.

But she knew that the anger had no reason.

If she could, she really wanted to ask the boy in front of her for tips on wizard dueling techniques.

But—they are still enemies, and they represent two schools.

"I'm fine," Furong said coldly, then turned and left.

Her back view was still so beautiful and moving, but it gave people a strong sense of alienation and indifference.

"Oh my god, you really can't lie, my dear fat sheep—ah—no—client—that—Sister Furong." Owen caught up with her, his smile still bright.

"Their faces were practically screaming, 'Why is Owen so strong? Why is that Hogwarts girl so strong?! Why?! Why is this happening?!'"

"Sister, your little schemes are so easy to guess."

"Hey~" he continued with a half-smile, "Don't rush to deny it, and don't refuse it either."

"Do you know why Miss Granger can cast spells without a staff at such a young age?" Owen said, raising an eyebrow in a seductive tone.

"Don't you find it strange that a fourteen-year-old witch can master advanced spellcasting techniques?"

Upon hearing the sound, Furong's body stiffened slightly. She stopped and slowly turned around.

In that instant, Irving felt as if he could hear her heart pounding.

Oh! Haha! Well, as long as there's demand, that's good, so he can charge exorbitant prices~

"A complete set of Hogwarts' secret manuals, twenty-four lessons, each lesson only costs twenty-five Galleons!"

Owen stared at Hibiscus with a grin.

The moment he announced the price, the beautiful young lady merely frowned slightly.

There were no other reactions besides that, so it seems she could definitely afford it, and I might even be paying less.

As for the secret he mentioned...

How do you think Hermione learned to cast spells without a wand?

Of course he was beaten up!

As the only wizard in the trio who could potentially harm him, he would give Hermione special attention during every lesson. At least seven out of ten training sessions, she was disarmed by herself right at the start.

I get beaten up more often without a wand than with one.

After being beaten up for so long, she started learning the techniques of wandless spellcasting on her own, without Owen's guidance.

Over time, it became perfectly normal for her to be able to use the levitation spell without a staff.

Irving called this method the "natural process".

This refers to the method of making students improve naturally through prolonged beatings.

"Hey~ what's wrong, still hesitating?" Then, Owen opened his mouth and started babbling away, painting a rosy picture for Hibiscus—no, I mean, telling her a story: "A long, long time ago, in a dynasty before the Ming Dynasty, there was a great thinker named Han Yu..."

"Ancient scholars always had teachers—there is a sequence to learning the Way, and each profession has its own expertise."

Irving talked on and on for a long time.

He watched as the light in Furong's eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if she had truly been moved by his words.

But at this crucial moment, a shout suddenly came from behind, shattering the atmosphere that Irving had painstakingly created.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked warily at the end of the corridor.

Especially when they get closer and closer together.

Her fluffy hair was almost standing on end; it was a warning signal from her sixth sense.

"An academic exchange, huh?" Owen glanced at Hermione, slightly annoyed.

Because he knew that Hermione was likely to ruin the deal.

Friendly reminder: The little witch is still throwing a tantrum at him.

Although a long time had passed, Miss Granger was still sulking.

He'd explained it a million times, but she just kept a straight face.

"Hmph! I know what you're doing, scamming other people's money again, aren't you?" Hermione walked over with an air of superiority, then shoved Owen aside, took Fleur's arm, and was about to leave. "She doesn't need you!"

Hermione glared at Owen, then angrily dragged Fleur away.

"???"

What do you mean, Granger?!

I can tolerate this insane competition, but why are they trying to steal my business?!

Who is this person?!

Watching the two walk further and further away, Irving couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. That was a huge sum of money, really—

On the other side, he pulled Furong into an empty classroom.

Hermione closed the door as soon as she went in.

Her mind was in turmoil, and sometimes she couldn't even understand why she did something.

For example, after the cool air in the room cooled her head, Hermione started to panic. She didn't know how to face this incredibly beautiful older sister.

"That guy is just trying to scam you out of your money. His wandless spellcasting and stuff is so easy." Unable to find any other topic, she could only start by putting down Owen.

Anyway, that jerk did such a terrible thing, so saying these things might resonate with Furong.

Of course, there could also be deeper reasons.

With her cheek pressed against her hair and a somewhat puzzled expression, Fleur didn't understand why Hermione was so flustered. However, if she really needed someone to guide her in wandless magic, then choosing Hermione would definitely be her preferred choice.

And so, the two girls sat on chairs in the empty classroom.

The warm summer breeze blew in through the latticed windows.

The sweet fragrance of flowers gently caressed two slightly awkward hearts.

As Hermione gradually relaxed, she began to tell Fleur all about her experience with wandless spellcasting without reservation.

Two hearts that were originally far apart gradually came together.

Hermione soon discovered that Fleur was actually much more capable and knowledgeable than her.

After she finished recounting her pitiful little insights, the rest of the time was spent with Furong introducing her to all sorts of spells.

She was particularly adept at using charm magic.

Hermione, quite puzzled by this, interrupted her and asked why she didn't use it during the duel!

To this, Fleur was somewhat embarrassed, then sighed and explained that because she had Veela blood, she was already prone to attracting some "flowers and grasses." If she added charm magic, then after each duel, she would have one more clingy "suitor."

She didn't want to cause trouble, and she didn't want to be a pretty face pursued by boys, which is why she developed the habit of not using charm magic during wizard duels.

Of course, she will still use it in dangerous situations and in battles against non-living things.

"Why do you think that?" Hermione asked, holding Fleur's hand with a determined look in her eyes. "You should stick to your strengths and not care about what others think."

“Like me.” She pointed to herself. “The wizards in Slytherin call me a Mudblood, but so what? Should I deceive myself, wallow in self-pity, and subconsciously accept that pure-blood wizards are superior to little wizards like me?”

"No!" She jerked her head up, sunlight streaming into her brown hair, making Hermione radiant.

An unprecedented, powerful self-confidence—one that Furong had never seen before—that was not the same as her arrogance, rushed towards her.

"I will work harder than them, whether it's spells, potions, or anything else. I want to prove that what they insist on is outdated, insignificant, and should be swept into the dustbin of history."

"Those who provoke me, I will face them squarely and fight back. Why should we care so much about what others think? We should fight for ourselves, for a greater cause." A dazzling light shone in the little witch's eyes, a light that Hibiscus had never shown before.

From a young age, because of her Veela bloodline, she received a lot of attention and was the center of attention wherever she went. Gradually, this attention turned into arrogance.

In addition, her magical talent is indeed outstanding, far surpassing that of other young wizards her age.

This further amplified her arrogance. (Hibiscus's personality transformation likely occurred after the Goblet of Fire; here, she is simply described as an arrogant, genius, and beautiful young woman.)

Until she met Owen, and then she met Hermione.

Especially the girl in front of her who had a completely different idea from her.

For the first time, Furong realized that someone was even more beautiful than her—a feeling of pure admiration and respect.

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