I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 16 The Principal Really Loves Me (Keep Reading!)

"How could this be?" Mr. Ollivander rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"I think it suits you quite well." Owen raised his wand and pointed it at a teacup on the table.

The ingenious transformation magic forced it to change its own nature.

It changed from straight to curved.

From ceramics to plants.

Smooth, comfortable, and without any jerking, it's practically tailor-made for him.

"Okay, how much is this wand?"

"No—" Mr. Ollivander insisted.

"Oh! Okay then, if you're not going to sell it, I'll just have to ask my grandpa to come and pick it up tomorrow."

"You!" Mr. Ollivander was furious, his beard bristling and his eyes wide with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He was just an honest and law-abiding man, and he couldn't afford to offend that infamous dark wizard.

After a long silence, Mr. Ollivander finally gave in.

For his own safety, he decided to buy it—everyone's money is precious! What's wrong with a dark wizard? Don't dark wizards use wands? Don't they spend money to buy wands?

Um—there might actually be some that don't cost money.

"Fifty Galleons."

"???"

Irving thought he had misheard.

Fifty Galleons?

Damn it, you actually dared to open your mouth!

"Alright." He smoothly placed the wand back on the table. "I'll have my grandpa get it."

"You—these are all the best materials. Elderwood is the rarest wood, and there are also phoenix tail feathers."

Mr. Ollivander wanted to say something more, but Owen wouldn't give him the chance.

"No matter how rare the material, it wouldn't be this expensive. Harry's wand only cost seven Galleons, do you think I don't know that? And the phoenix tail feathers—Mr. Ollivander knows exactly where he got them for free. And he still has the nerve to say that."

You're the one who stripped Old Deng's bald phoenix head naked.

"That's at least twenty Galleons. This is the culmination of my decades of research."

"Bullshit—you just said that your father only started researching this after he was injured, how old were you then? Decades of research? Besides, no one else can use this wand, it's just a decoration for you. You dare to sell something worthless for such a high price? I'm going to report you to the Ministry of Magic for defrauding consumers!"

"Oh! By the way, the headquarters of the Daily Prophet seems to be right next door." Owen suddenly had a sly look on his face.

"Believe it or not, once I leave your door, I'll lie on the ground and won't get up. If anyone asks me, I'll say you're a damn old man who bullied a child and even cast a curse on me—an Unforgivable Curse, a Soul-Stealing Curse! I won't even lift my head without two or three thousand Galleons."

"You—" Mr. Ollivander had never seen such a shameless little wizard before. He clearly had no experience dealing with such a person. He staggered and fell onto the table, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He said with a weary expression, "Tell me, how much are you willing to give?"

"Eight! Eight means prosperity and good fortune."

As he spoke, Owen opened a small cloth bag that looked very familiar to Mr. Ollivander, took out eight Galleons, and laid them out on the table in a row.

Oh—Mr. Ollivander's breathing became rapid.

This money seems to be the money he paid Dumbledore a few days ago for purchasing phoenix tail feathers!

"Oh~"

One of the mad stick masters couldn't swallow his breath and fainted.

After the Sorting Hat was released, the first human wizard to be defeated by Owen's verbal sparring was born.

After taking down Mr. Ollivander, Hagrid and Owen rushed back to Hogwarts without stopping.

Hagrid was mainly worried that this evil boy would cause trouble again.

The green light of the FlooNet flashed again.

The two, one big and one small, returned to Hogsmeade Village.

As he walked along the path to the castle, Owen felt exceptionally refreshed.

Haha!

Grandpa Grindelwald!

Grandma Dumbledore!

Having two of the most powerful wizards serving me alone, how could I be anything less than blessed!

I'll roam the entire magical world like a leopard!

You can beat up whoever you want, and curse whoever you want.

—Harry Potter? The Savior?

Humph.

Watching Harry save the world is just for fun; the real world-saving hero is Hermione.

what!

As Irving's stride became increasingly unrestrained, he unconsciously hummed a popular children's song from his past life.

—The sun shines brightly in the sky~

I'm going to bomb the school!

If you want to pull the string, I'll run away!

It was discovered before it was even lit!

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The school wasn't blown up.

The professors all know this~

He was caught and taken down.

I thought I was going to be finished~

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The principal smiled at me.

Say I did a good job~

Pat your head, give me a couple of dates~

So they left me to go back alone~ Ah~~~~

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"Good heavens, Professor Dumbledore, you're just going to let that kid go like that?" Hagrid stared wide-eyed at Owen, who was skipping away from the headmaster's office with a new wand in hand.

That kid is definitely a dark wizard!

The Death Eaters of the future.

Why didn't Dumbledore discipline them more strictly?

"I know what you're worried about, Hagrid." Dumbledore's gaze was deep, holding the wand that belonged to Grindelwald (given to him by Owen). "That boy isn't a bad person."

"No?" Hagrid rarely lost his temper with Dumbledore. "He's going to teach Harry the Killing Curse! Isn't that a bad guy?"

"They're only first graders; they can't unleash the Killing Curse yet," the old headmaster said calmly. "But that child did say one thing right."

"What are you saying!" Hagrid asked dismissively.

"Having no sword in hand and having a sword but not using it are not the same thing."

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"Hey! My dear friends, look at my new wand!"

Like a proud hero returning to his loyal Hufflepuff.

The moment Owen crossed the large barrel and arrived at the common room, he raised his wand.

"Wow! It's so beautiful."

Justin, who was studying some kind of magical plant with Hannah, exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

To be fair, judging solely by its appearance, this wand could definitely rank among the top wands in the world.

Add to that its crimson color and the unrestrained, free-spirited aura it exudes, and I wouldn't trade it for the Old Man of the Magic Wand.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly change your wand?" Hannah, her face flushed and her hair styled in two golden braids, asked, puzzled.

Over the past week, she has had one of the few relatively good relationships with Irving.

The reason was that Owen had pointed out a mistake in her history of magic assignment.

His desire to get to know the future Gryffindor swordsman's wife early and maintain a friendly relationship with the swordsman has absolutely nothing to do with it.

"Oh! Is that so!" The scheming boy strolled in lazily and plopped down on the armrest.

He held the wand up to the two of them.

Then, he began to vividly recount what he had just witnessed.

This includes Snape bullying Harry at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's financial support for him, and his decision to leave Hogwarts to buy a wand.

Getting carried away, he even gave the two clueless young wizards a rundown of some basic facts about wands.

Today was another leisurely day, nothing much to see or do. I had a lot of fun writing this afternoon, I almost burst out singing (lol), oh dear! One hour and twenty-two minutes until I get off work, back to writing!!!

(End of this chapter)