I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 150 Fate is like a woven tapestry, yet it is as solid as a rock.

"To be honest, I was worried, especially about Hagrid, well—he's the custodian of Hogwarts, a giant, just like your headmaster." Hermione rested her head on the edge of the hot spring, looking up at the ceiling that shimmered with the Milky Way.

"He once told us some stories about the growth of the mysterious Voldemort."

He said that Irving is very much like Voldemort back in the day.

"I'm worried he'll be next." He turned his head, his eyes revealing a sincerity he'd never shown before.

"But after he refused to abandon us and run away alone when he was threatened with death, I completely abandoned that idea."

In her mind, she recalled the scene when she faced Voldemort in first grade.

If it weren't for Grindelwald that time.

Then they would all definitely die there.

If any of the young wizards present were to survive, it would undoubtedly be Owen.

But when he chose to stay and deal with Voldemort, he essentially gave up his escape route.

This marked the beginning of her complete belief that Owen would not become a dark wizard!

"Although, he can be quite wicked." Recalling the time when Owen used illusions to create an eight-eyed giant spider to frighten the young wizard.

"But—" But afterwards she had to admit that under Owen's coercion and intimidation, the young wizards made rapid progress, including herself.

"Under his 'encouragement,' we have indeed made a lot of progress."

"Really?" Hibiscus asked again, sounding doubtful.

Steam rises from the water's surface.

But her face didn't flush, as if she wasn't soaking in a hot spring at all.

"Especially after I heard your story." Hermione's bright brown eyes had never been so clear.

In the afternoon, in that empty classroom, Furong told some of her stories.

She was a clever witch.

It's easy to hear the hardships behind those stories.

"You've taken a completely different path from Irving!" she said.

"No one dares to speak ill of him!"

"Courage is more precious than stone! It is more valuable than anything else. You should fight back against them. Those who slander you, if it were me, I would beat them all up!" The little witch showed her teeth.

The little tiger tooth flashed with a bright light.

That must be a reflection of the water mist.

No one dares to underestimate Hermione.

After all, once she had beaten up every single pure-blood wizard who dared to call her "Mudblood," that word disappeared from Hogwarts!

Do not doubt the recklessness of the Gryffindor heirs.

I'll beat you until you see stars and your teeth are chattering away!

"Courage?" Furong paused for a moment, then murmured to herself.

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin," Hermione read out the four houses of Hogwarts, one by one, enunciating each word clearly.

"Courage, gentleness, wisdom, shrewdness."

"That's what Irving told me."

"Courage is the greatest hymn to mankind!"

"Gentleness is an indescribable personality trait, a powerful force."

"Wisdom is humanity's most precious treasure."

"Shrewdness is the oar that allows us to navigate a chaotic world."

"That's just how Hogwarts is. We fight each other, slander each other, and stand shoulder to shoulder. The tragedy that happened to you, every Gryffindor may have experienced in Slytherin, and every Ravenclaw may have experienced in the other three houses. But that doesn't stop us from being family. Although I have doubts about the stance of some Slytherins and pure-blood wizards, I believe that most young wizards would stand on Hogwarts' side when the school faces a crisis."

Perhaps this is why she has been able to be passed down for 1,500 years!

Hermione used words to paint a sweet dream.

A dream belonging to the greatest magic school.

Fleur, though reserved in demeanor, remained loyal to Beauxbatons.

But his eyes inevitably revealed a deep longing.

A young girl's dream may one day become an eternal light in a woman's heart.

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Owen was unaware that Hermione was making empty promises to Fleur.

He had no idea what efforts she had made to salvage her already dwindling image.

All he knew was that Miss Granger hadn't been coming to compete with him lately.

knock!

Is there anything more upsetting than someone else engaging in a frenzied competition within yourself?

The answer is, of course, yes!

That's when the person who's been driving you crazy suddenly stops, goes on vacation, and slaps photos of them sunbathing on the beach with coconuts all over your face!

I wonder what will happen in the morning a few days from now!

The aroma of cake, fresh milk, and bread filled the auditorium.

At this moment, the few young wizards of Beauxbatons were gathered together eating breakfast.

Kyrie Irving was naturally among them.

In the southeast corner of the auditorium, in the only spot where the morning sun could shine, sat two beautiful young women.

Hibiscus's silver hair was piled high, and her emerald eyes, shimmering with a silvery light, were full of gentleness.

With a few stray strands of hair tucked behind her ear, Furong snapped her fingers lightly, and the next second, many plates floated out of a wooden box on the table.

Soon, the table was covered with plates.

"What's wrong?" He seemed to notice Hermione's gaze.

Sister Furong smiled slightly.

Hermione snapped out of her reverie and said sheepishly, "It's nothing, I just remembered you can cook."

"You spend so much time practicing spells every day."

She can brew potions to O, but she could never make a dish that is both visually appealing and delicious.

"If you also have a gluttonous younger sister, well, I only know how to cook a few dishes. These are all things my mother taught me when I was little, and later..." Her eyes dimmed.

Later, she became obsessed with proving herself and devoted all her energy to studying, so she never learned any other dishes again.

"This is French fish offal soup." Her expression changed swiftly. "Want to try some?"

Hibiscus served Hermione a bowl.

The little witch nodded, stuck out her tongue and licked the soup slightly, a delicious sensation instantly blooming in her mouth.

Then take a small sip.

The French-style mixed fish soup melts in your mouth, with a delicious broth infused with the aroma of mashed potatoes and the subtle tartness of strawberries.

It's quite delicious.

"Try it, this beef is pretty good." Furong scooped up a piece of beef.

Hermione stared intently at the bowl of meat, which looked like jelly—round, glossy, and elastic—before taking it.

A sense of admiration arose in my heart.

As expected of France!

Although it's hard to admit, compared to the British, who consider stargazing pie a delicacy...

They're not even fit to carry someone's shoes.

Sitting on the other side of the auditorium, Irving's eyes were blazing with fury!

Why didn't you invite me to dinner?!

Why are you eating alone?

Hermione Granger! I'm cutting ties with you!!!

Suddenly, a wisp of resentment began to spread from a corner of the auditorium.

It swept through the entire auditorium in an instant.

The young wizards from Bubbuston, caught in the crossfire, all changed their expressions drastically, then silently got up and fled the Great Hall as if their lives depended on it.

That's too dangerous—look at that ruthless guy's face, he looks like he's about to eat someone alive!

Hermione naturally noticed the strange resentment coming toward her.

"W-what's wrong?" She looked up blankly, staring at Owen's murderous gaze, and for a moment she didn't know where to put her hands.

Could it be that Owen disliked him because he had gotten along well with Fleur—Beauxbatons' student?

He wouldn't be that petty, would he?

However, considering that those little wizards had attacked him before, it's understandable that Owen disliked them.

But Hermione's bewildered look took on a different meaning in Owen's eyes.

Especially when he saw that Hermione had a sapphire necklace around her neck, earrings with tear-like pendants, and an exquisite silver bracelet on her wrist.

Her pale red lips were painted with lip gloss, her eyes were adorned with eyeshadow, and her nails were painted silver.

His resentment only intensified!

Good heavens!

Good guy!

You, Hermione Granger, have pocketed all the Galleons that I should have fought for!

Unexpectedly!

did not expect!

You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually resorted to such despicable means!

How shameful! Absolutely shameful!!!

Irving's resentment intensified.

Hermione genuinely believed that Owen was complaining about her getting too close to Fleur.

Immediately, he moved slightly to the other side of the table and chairs.

"Hermione Granger, give me back my Galleons!!!"

"Crunch!" Owen snapped his spoon in half, then stood up angrily and yelled.

"Huh?" Hermione looked at him blankly. "What Galleons?! What are you talking about?"

"What did you say?!"

He walked over quickly.

"Look at you, all dressed up in gold and silver, and all of this is my money!!!"

"??? This is clearly—"

"Look at how far you've been corrupted by this Beauxbatons! Lip gloss, eyeshadow, nail polish! Are you still Miss Granger? Are you sure it's not Lavender Brown, who secretly drank the Polyjuice Potion?"

"What's wrong with that? Why can't I touch it!"

"No! I didn't say you wouldn't touch, but—that's not fair! Granger, let's make money together! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for hogging it all?"

"???" Hermione was even more confused upon hearing this!

What do you mean by eating alone!

What is he saying?

Furong, who was standing to the side, had some guesses in mind. She tentatively pointed to the dishes in front of her and then said, "Why don't we share?"

"I'll get you a set of chopsticks and a bowl." She stood up and was about to take a new plate from another table when the resentful boy suddenly raised his hand to stop her.

"No need," he said.

Then he quickly stuffed both hands into his pockets, "I brought it!"

He took out a new plate and fork, his eyes gleaming green, and began sweeping across the entire table with astonishing speed.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, leaned back slightly upon seeing this, feeling incredibly embarrassed!

I really want to pretend I don't know him!

But there was nothing she could do; everyone in Beauxbatons knew that she and Owen were friends from Hogwarts.

So she could only endure the torment, glancing sideways at Furong's expression from time to time.

Hermione felt a little relieved after realizing that although the other person was somewhat surprised, they didn't show any expression that would embarrass her.

After a while.

Irving slammed his plate on the table with a bang, then exclaimed, "Smell~ That smells delicious!"

"Please have another plate!" he said sincerely, looking at Furong.

"Paying is fine too!"

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