I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 152 Sometimes You Have to Act Like a Fool

—To Harry, who is destined for bloodshed this semester.

--Hello

—Great Redeemer, have you forgotten about me?

Oh! Sorry, maybe the romantic atmosphere and free flowers of Paris influenced me and made me a bit more straightforward.

I've been in France for three weeks now.

do you know?

Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France is much better than Hogwarts!

The people there are so nice-talking and good-looking, especially that student council president! Oh! I really like him. He challenged me seven times in one week, seven times!!!

I beat him up seven times with all my heart!

Every time I beat him up, I feel much better.

Parisians are indeed very enthusiastic!

However, something unexpected seems to have happened recently.

He's not challenging me anymore; he's probably been provoked by Miss Granger.

Or perhaps he discovered that his goddess actually likes girls?

That's truly tragic.

—I'm currently studying alchemy with Nicolas Flamel in Paris, France, and learning spells from Professor Dumbledore. Ah! Being a great student comes with so many troubles.

I really envy you in this respect—oh no, I mean Justin. His empty head must be worth a fortune.

Because it is brand new and has never been used.

Everything in Paris is great, except sometimes I suddenly miss the little wizards at Hogwarts.

Although Beauxbatons is much prettier than Hogwarts, their little wizards aren't persistent enough. I only gave them a beating, and they shut up immediately. They're so boring.

The young wizards at Hogwarts are the best; they're tough and can withstand the most beatings.

—Finally, about Sirius Black, oh! He's your dad!

Godfather is also father!

Hey! Surprised? Unexpected, right? You have a dad too!

We were old roommates. Back in Azkaban, my brother Blake and I were inseparable and chatted a lot.

do you know?

He once told me personally that if he had a son or something, he would definitely recognize me as his godfather.

Well—at first, I tried my best to refuse, but you, Godfather, my elder brother, insisted on this marriage. You know, I'm new to Azkaban, unfamiliar with the place, weak, helpless, and pitiful, desperately needing a big brother in prison on the list. Harry, you must understand! I couldn't argue with you, so I had to agree.

so.

Remember to change the salutation in the next letter!

Oh! One more thing, we—we (I am me, Granger is Granger) might (I definitely will, she might not) return to England during the last week of summer vacation, and we can meet at the Leaky Cauldron.

One more thing, Ron should be back in England by now. Have him keep an eye on his mice; he was a bit busy last semester and forgot to roast the mole.

Okay, that's all. Goodnight. I'm going to take a nap alone on that uncomfortable chair in the Beauxbatons library.

Oh! I almost forgot, there's one more thing.

Friendly reminder (this is free): You should hurry up and learn the Patronus Charm. Trust me, it will be extremely useful to you.

—I have books on learning the Guardian Charm. I'll mail them to you for ten Galleons right away. Don't worry, as always, I'll give you your money back if you don't learn it!

—Your fourth best friend.

Irving Sanchez.

Written in the library of Beauxbatons School of Magic in the south of France.

After reading the letter, Harry's first reaction was speechless.

He's never seen anyone so shameless except Kyrie Irving.

Then it dawned on me.

Putting aside all of Irving's boasting, Sirius Black was actually his godfather?

Good heavens!

He also has a godfather!

But my aunt never told me that.

Oh—that's true, she hates the magical world so much, of course she wouldn't tell him that she has a wizard godfather.

"Oh my god!" Harry jumped up from his chair in excitement.

He has a godfather who is also a wizard, so does that mean he can move out of the Dursleys' household?

Live like a true wizard.

but

Suddenly, he became pessimistic again because the newspaper clearly showed Sirius Black's picture; he was a prisoner, and possibly even a Death Eater!

His parents were killed by Voldemort, and his godfather was a Death Eater.

Harry instinctively sensed the smell of a conspiracy.

You should find someone to ask and find out the truth; you'll never get the answer by guessing.

But who can we turn to?

As he spoke, he glanced down and saw Irving's letter.

Alright, I'll send another letter!

Harry sat down again, took a quill from his trunk, filled it with ink, and wrote his first word on a brand new piece of parchment.

—To the Dark Lord of Hufflepuff.

I have received your letter.

I am very envious that you were able to go to the magic academy in France.

As you know, I live on the second floor of the Dursleys' house, and there's only one small window that gets sunlight.

I really envy your freedom to travel.

You must have made a lot of friends!

I hope you won't forget me, your old friend.

Oh! By the way, what else do you know about Sirius Black, and why he was imprisoned in Azkaban?

(As for the new spell—the Patronus Charm—I'm certainly very willing to learn it.)

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After sending the letter, all Harry had to do was wait.

Days passed by.

In Diagon Alley, many Hogwarts students began to appear one after another, many of whom were acquaintances of Harry.

For example, there was Simon Finigan, who shared a dorm room with his friend Dean Thomas.

They met at the Quidditch boutique.

Although Harry lacked nothing after receiving the generous gift of supplies that second-year Owen had squeezed out of Malfoy, he still had plenty of other things.

He has all sorts of Quidditch supplies!

But—those are fire crossbow bolts!

Fire crossbow bolts!

What boy could resist the temptation of a fire bolt?

For this reason, Harry, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom spent several days peering out the window at the magnificent work of art.

Until their window-cleaning team had a few more people.

"It's so beautiful!"

Ron pressed his head against the glass display case, his eyes fixed on the broom that exuded a deadly allure!

"that is--"

The fire bolts were not priced.

Its display case says "Price Negotiable".

But even someone with the shortest toe could tell that the price of a single fire crossbow bolt would bankrupt their entire family—and wouldn't even be enough to buy a tenth of it.

"Maybe~" Suddenly another idea popped into Ron's head.

Last summer, they ruthlessly swindled Malfoy out of a fortune.

Is this year also—

"Forget about it, this thing is ridiculously expensive, and it'd be completely useless anyway!"

"Merlin's beard!" Owen's sudden appearance startled Ron.

"Where did you come from?"

"Anywhere Door!" Owen rolled his eyes at Ron and said arrogantly.

Fools don't understand what Miracle Alchemy is.

Nick really coveted that door.

As for Nick having an anchor point in Diagon Alley, he wasn't surprised. After all, Nick had lived for over six hundred years, and the roads he'd walked were probably saltier than the salt he'd eaten.

Ron was completely confused. "What Anywhere Door?"

"It's a door that can take you anywhere in the world. Sigh! You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. Your rusty brain can't comprehend something so profound. Basically, it's a bunch of door keys gathered together, hmm—just think of it that way!" Owen mocked in a variety of ways.

Harry, who was standing nearby, twitched his lips slightly upon hearing this!

Yes! That's the taste!

This is definitely Owen himself, not that imposter who drank the compound decoction.

"Where's Hermione? Isn't she with you in Beauxbatons?" Harry looked around and saw a lot of students and parents coming and going, but he couldn't find Hermione anywhere.

"Heh—copy the book again." As he spoke, a cruel smile gradually appeared on Owen's lips.

Harry, Ron, and a group of young wizards present felt a chill run down their spines.

"There are probably still a few dozen books left. She should finish copying them about a week after school starts."

hehe--

Irving shrugged, his expression unchanged, a mocking smile on his face.

"Phew~"

The humidity in the air is very high; it looks like it's going to rain.

Or it may have already started raining, but the rain belts haven't reached London yet.

That's just how the weather is in Britain: sunny days are rare, and the rainy season is very long.

However, Irving really likes rainy days because the rain washes away the surface traces of certain things.

The trip to Paris was very rewarding for Owen. Nick trusted him greatly, telling him many hidden magical secrets and giving him some alchemical items.

He may not need those things, knowledge, or information right now, but keeping them is a form of wealth.

As for what happened in Beauxbatons...

What does this have to do with him?

Was Hermione slacking off while he was working?

Or perhaps, it was Fleur who stole Hermione, which made him very angry?

Hehe—stop fooling around, darling.

He could use Legilimency to separate the person Bella loved most deeply from her emotional attachment, so how could he be affected by those trivial lustful tricks?

The only thing about Hibiscus that made him uneasy.

Her allure seems to have the potential to graft onto the branches and vines she has cultivated.

Just as Voldemort was furious when he realized he had stripped Bella away from his feelings for him.

In his first playthrough, he experienced betrayal. In his second playthrough, from the moment he boarded the Hogwarts Express and saw Harry and his friends for the first time, Owen began to secretly weave a web.

Driven by self-interest, it is always foolish. People will fight tooth and nail for what they believe in.

So sometimes, you have to act a little silly or a little frivolous.

Because this makes people feel that you have flaws, and therefore are approachable.

Perfection inspires awe, but only imperfections can create bonds.

Come to think of it, he could weave hibiscus into this web of human relationships. But, well, there's no need for that now.

A thunderclap boomed across the gloomy sky. The people in Diagon Alley quickened their pace.

"Hey hey—it's going to rain."

(End of this chapter)