I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 156 gives the young wizards a shock from a top-tier wizard.

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"Hehe—" Harry, Ron, the twins, and Neville came out of another compartment.

Ron was just complaining to Harry and the others about Percy.

Just as I was about to speak, I heard that familiar chattering voice from the corridor.

"Hey, you've come at the perfect time!" Ron seemed to have a million things to say. He squeezed into Owen's cubicle without even saying hello and started pouring out his grievances.

"Percy wasn't appointed president of the boys' council. I don't know where he got the idea that the school gave it to a lower-year student."

"You have no idea what he's been like at home this week!" Ron's face was full of frustration. He was more angry than anyone else for being wronged. "The girls' student council president hasn't been appointed or dismissed. In short, none of the positions at the school have been changed this year."

"Percy is giving the silent treatment at home. He's locked himself in, ignoring even his girlfriend Penelope's letters, and just keeps sending letters to the professors!"

"He made a complete mess of the house. As a result, I made a small mistake and my mother, who happened to be the target of my anger, gave me a severe scolding!"

Harry, who had come along, wanted to persuade Ron.

But Fred and George were delighted, nodding as they joined Ron in condemning Percy.

Because of Percy, their research into magical traps also came under the brunt of Mrs. Weasley's wrath.

George and Fred were hoping their latest invention would make them a fortune!

And those who were forced to stop naturally wouldn't have any goodwill towards Percy!

"Student council president?" Owen said lazily.

This reminded him of the student council president at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a complete sycophant.

Percy being student council president is a good thing!

At least he won't become a seasoned simp.

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— Owen repeatedly emphasized that magic is a craft, and learning is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. How could a young wizard who truly takes exploring the mysteries of magic have time to help the school manage Hogwarts?

All those class monitors and student council presidents are idiots.

You might as well sleep in!

He would absolutely never be interested in that kind of position!

More and more young wizards gathered around.

People like Colin, Neville, and Seamus were all gathered around.

It's as if Irving is some kind of magical creature.

Well, actually, everyone was just worried about him because of what happened during the summer vacation when he went to Azkaban.

However, after Irving rambled on and on for more than ten minutes about his wonderful experiences in Paris and Beauxbatons in the south, they left the cubicle, bored out of their minds.

They each returned to their seats.

—Heh, a bunch of unromantic British idiots.

Irving chewed on his tongue, feeling sorry for the group of young wizards who had absolutely no interest in his Paris travelogue.

Hmph—you've rejected romance, you've rejected being a proper gentleman!

With a roar, the train slowly started moving.

Irving, Justin, Hannah, and Luna were in the same cubicle.

Once the car started moving, Justin, now relaxed, began excitedly recounting his experiences in the United States during the summer vacation.

Hannah also mentioned her witch relatives in South America.

The special train steadily headed north, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly wild and dark.

As Luna recounted the ancient wizarding ruins she and her father discovered while searching for the Curved-Horned Snork in Ireland, it suddenly began to rain.

It wasn't sudden; it's quite normal for British weather.

The rain grew heavier, and the outlines of the rolling hills outside the window gradually became blurred.

At that moment, the carriage door was opened, and Harry entered.

He asked, somewhat puzzled, "Where's Hermione? Why didn't I see her with me?"

Good heavens—you only remembered her now!

Owen rolled his eyes at Harry.

"You think I'm joking? You said I'd be back in a week after school starts?" he then said in his characteristically lazy, drawn-out tone.

Why do you all always think I like to lie?

"Haven't you all noticed? I never lie!"

"Uh..." Harry scratched his head, looking at Owen somewhat awkwardly. He genuinely thought it was just a joke.

Is Hermione really going to spend a week copying books at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

"Alright then~" He nodded, greeted the others in the cubicle, and prepared to leave.

Just then, the entire train jolted violently.

Then it stopped.

Forced by inertia, Harry stumbled and fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

The carriage suddenly went dark, and in the distance, there were repeated thuds, indicating that someone's suitcase had fallen from the rack.

And along with this came the screams of the little wizard from ahead.

Haha—I'm so unlucky, I got hit by my own suitcase again.

Harry slowly got up from the ground, rubbing his head as he repeated, "What happened?"

"The train is broken down," Justin said first.

Coming from a Muggle family, the first possible reason he could think of was that the train had broken down.

Or something more serious—has it gone off track?

No way! Can trains in the magical world really derail?

Gradually, the compartment doors of the train were opened by the young wizards, who peeked out and stared into the corridor.

"Flash!" Ron stepped out, wand in hand.

The tip of his wand glowed faintly.

The light pierced the darkness, but brought no warmth; instead, it made people feel even colder.

"Phew~" Why is it so cold?

Justin, sitting by the window, crossed his arms and shivered.

"Oh my god, there's someone outside the carriage! No, something flew by."

Through the window, which was covered with floating ice, Justin suddenly saw something dark flash by.

Everyone immediately looked out the window.

But apart from the heavy rain and darkness, they saw nothing.

"Harry, come in quickly." As if realizing something, Hannah quickly pulled Harry, who was standing in the corridor, into the cubicle and then sat down next to Owen.

Feeling the warmth of the boy beside her, she felt a little more at ease.

Suddenly, the train jolted violently.

Everyone realized that something had entered the Hogwarts Express.

Just as everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the sliding door of the carriage.

Irving suddenly stood up.

He waved his wand rapidly, quickly transforming the pumpkin ornament Luna had placed on her lap. Then, a python lunged out from the air, its fangs flashing.

But its target wasn't the carriage door.

It's the window!

"Bang!" A loud sound.

A dazzling dark green light exploded in the carriage.

The entire train shuddered.

"Get down!" he yelled.

The sky was overcast, and wind and rain blew in through the gap torn open by the curse.

Before Harry and the others could react, the previously closed cubicle door suddenly clicked.

Then a monster wearing a cloak and reaching the ceiling appeared in everyone's sight.

Its face was completely hidden under its headscarf, and a hand emerged from its cloak. The hand was gray, thin, and scabbed, as if something had died and was rotting in water.

The monster beneath the black cloak seemed to sense the young wizards' gaze.

The hand suddenly disappeared into the folds of the black cloak.

Then, whatever was under the headscarf took a long, slow, and trembling breath, trying to draw in something other than air from its surroundings.

"What is that!" Justin screamed.

But the sound waves seemed to be bound by gravity; after being emitted from his mouth, they began to fade not far away, as if they were coming from a very, very far place.

"Damn it!" Irving glanced back coldly.

Before he could even deal with the monster that had suddenly barged in, he was caught off guard.

In the distance, another red and green curse rushed toward him across the plain.

"Armor Counterattack." The blue armor in front of him barely managed to return the two spells to the hidden black wizard.

Of course, Irving wasn't expecting to hit him.

It's enough if it can cause some interference.

This way, he can free up his hands to deal with the Dementor.

The expected situation of the other party giving way did not occur.

That must have been a seasoned dark wizard. After realizing that his spell had suddenly returned, he was only slightly surprised, and once he was sure that the spell wouldn't hit him, he was fine.

He charged forward decisively, a dark green light flashing in his hand once more, and the Grim Reaper's scythe was raised high once more.

"trouble!"

Without a second thought, Irving immediately jumped off the train.

The group of junior wizards around him limited his ability to perform.

But the other people in the cubicle were unlucky.

Harry felt a chill run through his body, a chill that penetrated his skin and reached his chest and his heart.

Like a stream of icy water rushing downwards, it washed away all his happy emotions.

His face was pale, his body was trembling violently, and his expression was extremely terrified, as if he had seen something horrific.

Then, from a distance, he heard screams—terrible, frightened, pleading screams.

He wanted to help the screaming person, whoever he was, but he couldn't... A thick white fog surrounded him, inside his body...

Then, with a 'bang,' Harry's mind was pushed to its limit by negative emotions, causing him to suffocate. Finally, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the ground.

"Harry!" Hannah and the others stared in horror at Harry, who was blocking the floor.

She and Luna raised their wands, and the spell flew out.

However, neither the petrification spell nor the barrier spell could penetrate the floating corpse's body without causing it any damage.

"How could this be!" Hannah said in despair.

Looking sideways, on the plains in the rainy night, Owen was engaged in a fierce battle with a wizard dressed in black robes, completely powerless to help them.

I'm going to die—I'm going to die!

Despair gradually took hold of the young wizards present.

The Dementor seemed to be attracted to Harry.

It should have left after failing to find Sirius.

But it moved even closer, trying to absorb Harry's happiness.

"No!" The terrifying monster pressed closer and closer to them.

Hannah's heart was pounding in her throat.

Countless negative emotions and unpleasant memories surfaced in her mind.

Gradually, she began to feel powerless, and her body became increasingly heavy.

Just before she was about to faint.

A bright light, a blinding light.

Hannah thought she saw a wolf, a silver wolf that rushed in from outside the carriage and knocked the Dementor flying backward.

Then a middle-aged man he didn't know came to his side.

That was a down-on-his-luck middle-aged male wizard.

He was wearing an extremely tattered wizard's robe, patched in several places.

He looked sickly and exhausted, with light brown hair mixed with white hair.

"This is Professor Lupin." Also arriving were a group of young wizards from the next cubicle: Ron, Neville, and the twins. "He's this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"What...what is that?" Hannah, having caught her breath, slumped into the carriage, leaning on the seat.

Her face was covered in cold sweat, and no one knew what kind of pressure she had just been under.

Luna, standing nearby, wasn't feeling much better either.

Her quirky face was etched with exhaustion.

His eyes trembled, and his body shook uncontrollably.

Having witnessed her mother's death, she has a much lower resistance to Dementors than the average person.

She also heard her mother's screams.

But fortunately, she still had her father. Mr. Xenophilius's love for his daughter allowed her to endure for so long.

However, she had reached her limit.

If Professor Lupin had arrived a second later, Luna might have fainted.

"Dementors from Azkaban!" Professor Lupin pulled a few chocolates from his pocket and handed them to Ron, indicating that he should share them with everyone.

"They are Azkaban's guards!"

"Azkaban?" After eating a piece of chocolate, a warm current flowed through her limbs, and Hannah felt much better.

"Then how did they end up here!"

"I don't think now is a good time to discuss this issue." Professor Lupin smiled slightly at Hannah, then looked out at the plains.

There, the Death Curse flickered, and red light rose up.

Huge craters were constantly being blasted into the earth.

On a rainy night, explosions echoed one after another.

Hi~

Irving shouted.

Then he plunged the wand into the ground.

The ground was already very soft after the heavy rain.

His shapeshifting ability was greatly enhanced; almost in the blink of an eye, the earth turned into a swamp.

The black wizard, who was carrying a hood, suddenly felt his feet sink and began to descend.

"Multiple freezes!"

Then he swung his wand violently, and the rain immediately turned into sharp blades that hurtled toward the black wizard's head.

The ice blades are extremely fast.

It appeared in front of the person almost in the blink of an eye.

Of course, his attack was not over yet.

After the ice blade, golden flames erupted from the tip of his wand. The intense heat instantly evaporated the surrounding moisture.

Then the flames roared past.

With a loud "boom!", like an earthquake, the entire ground and even the train in the distance felt a strong tremor.

The terrifying heat, even dozens of feet above the ground, tore through the chill brought by the torrential rain and struck Hannah and her companions directly.

"Hoo hoo~~~"

A little steam rose from the flat bottom.

The distant sky was dyed orange-red by the flames.

The passengers on the train stared at him in awe. Both his proud figure amidst the raging storm and the flames filling the sky deeply shocked them.

Many of the young wizards peering out the window even recalled the Fiendfyre magic used by the self-proclaimed witch Lani and Headmaster Dumbledore a few months earlier.

It burned into a fire bigger than the Quidditch pitch.

Today, it felt like it was happening all over again.

"Terrible, no wonder, you must die." The next second, a deep voice suddenly rang out in the heavy rain.

This seemed to be a signal; a strange black curtain suddenly appeared.

It quickly enveloped the flames.

Then it gradually shrank, until finally even the last trace of fire was extinguished.

If it weren't for the scorch marks still visible on the ground, no one would believe that the flames had just covered the sky.

Next, it's time for the opponent to retaliate.

The next moment, his body moved quickly, and the magic wand in his hand emitted several red beams of light.

Irving remained calm and composed, not giving way at all, but instead pressing forward relentlessly.

Sparks flew from the tip of his wand as well. He deflected all the wands, and even had time to retaliate.

Within ten seconds, the two sides had exchanged blows dozens of times.

This time, Owen began to display the combat skills of a top wizard without reservation.

The opponent's spells were strange and unusual, many of which were not commonly used by modern wizards, and some were even beyond the capabilities of human wizards.

Of course, a well-informed evil spirit wouldn't skip a meal just because the ingredients don't suit its taste.

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"Didn't you eat? You piece of trash, you dare call this magic!" He suddenly raised the spell high, causing the rain to tremble and a howl to be heard in the wind.

"I bet you don't have the Far East!"

The sweltering heat had already made the rain in the sky incredibly light.

A continuous rumbling sound came from within the clouds.

And he had calculated this from the very beginning.

Now all Irving needs to do is guide.

"Crack!" A barrage of lightning descended from the sky.

"Lightning Storm!"

Countless thick, blinding bolts of lightning swept across the sky, engulfing the scum who dared to attack him.

"Die! Die!" came the whisper of a demon from hell. Owen's handsome face was contorted with rage—"Your magic is futile; today, you will surely die here!"

He watched coldly as the man danced amidst the thunder.

With one hand, he continuously manipulated the lightning to fall more densely.

As she watched him, golden light shone from the tip of her wand.

Each time, the thin golden shield blocked a bolt of lightning.

"Not bad, interesting." Owen suddenly laughed, without pausing his incantation.

With a flick of the wand, another unique kind of magic suddenly appeared.

The lightning merely compelled him to move in the direction he intended.

Next—Owen began to mobilize all his magical power.

Beneath their feet, the entire earth seemed to suddenly sink as if gravity had increased.

Then countless pebbles and weeds floated up as if attracted by something.

On Irving's left hand, a small, irregular circular storm of purplish-blue magic condensed.

Then he forcefully pushed the storm out.

"Soul Torrent!"

The dazzling light, like intertwined aurora borealis, swept past, destroying everything in its path.

"boom!"

A small mushroom cloud rose from the flat ground.

The surrounding rain trembled, and it was visible to the naked eye that the water droplets were evaporated for several seconds before falling again.

The purplish-blue light illuminated Irving's face.

The wind howled, whipping his trench coat and tossing his hair wildly.

The stray hairs danced wildly before his eyes, and amidst the dappled patterns, a cruel gaze erupted like a volcano.

He waved his wand again, casually throwing out several cutting spells.

It also dispersed the surrounding smoke and dust.

In an instant, the earth in the distance revealed its true form. It had been torn open with a crack more than twenty feet long.

That's at least a dozen feet deep.

"snort!"

Inside the tunnel, a pool of blood remained, being washed away by the rain.

"Consider it a little bit of ancient magic to shock the new students~"

Their battle drew the attention of countless young wizards on the train.

Many people stared at him intently.

I gazed at that small figure in the rainy night.

He stands here, and even the storm cannot make him bow his head!

But the shock that Irving brought to them was far from over!

Suddenly, countless black dots appeared in the sky.

A layer of white, thick smoke, like rain, slowly enveloped the earth.

"Oh no!" Professor Lu Ping's face darkened, and he jumped off the train in a swift motion.

Those Dementors have all gone mad!

Hundreds of black dots ripped through the air, screaming as they swept in.

"Tch~" Irving let out a mocking sneer.

"Have you spotted me?"

"Looks like I went too easy on you in Azkaban! You insects are so forgetful!" Owen knew perfectly well why the Dementors had gone berserk.

That's his fault.

Yes, it's his fault!

Because last time, he didn't wipe out those bastards outright, he just gave them a simple beating!

That's why we've ended up with this terrible outcome!

"It won't happen again!" he whispered.

Immediately, the magic wand sliced ​​through the raindrops and pointed high into the sky!

Irving's eyes were clear; this time he was determined to wipe out the insects in one fell swoop—all of them!

In an instant, he began to search through the few happy memories he had left.

It's a miracle that a dark lord like him could have a guardian deity, and happy memories are even rarer.

But for an ordinary person who has dreamt of Hogwarts countless times, casting a spell in this world is a joyful experience!

"Prayer of God!!!"

With a 'whoosh,' the tip of Owen's staff suddenly shone with a dazzling silver light.

The light converged into waves, roaring with overwhelming force as they surged towards the group of Dementors.

"Guards!!!"

Then a dazzling phoenix emerged from the tip of the wand, raised its head, spread its wings, which were over ten feet long, and swooped down.

Shocked!

Absolutely shocking!!!

The young wizards on the train were speechless.

They seemed to have collectively lost their voices, and even Professor Lu Ping staggered to a stop in the muddy puddle!

Merlin's beard!

What is that?

Dumbledore?

He couldn't believe that this was the power of a mere wizard!

A complete guardian deity in the flesh!

Moreover, it's a phoenix!

As is widely known, only the Dumbledore family has a connection with the phoenix, and the headmaster's patron saint is a phoenix.

Could this child be a descendant of Dumbledore's family?

Even with such excellent bloodline, at this age, to be able to exert the Guardian Spell to this extent!

Not to mention his duel with that strange wizard.

This is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The plot is so coherent that it can't be separated and has to be placed together.

(End of this chapter)