I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 161 Medal of Honor and Potions

"Wenda Sanchez? Wow! Owen, is she related to you?" Justin turned to look at Owen from the podium.

His face was beaming with excitement, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Meanwhile, in Gryffindor, Harry Ron craned his neck, scrutinizing him and Wenda.

Especially Harry's green eyes.

A strange feeling welled up inside me, as if something was stuck in my throat.

He exuded a strong sense of alienation.

Mingming—Mingming just said that you and I are both orphans!

How come a relative suddenly appeared?

Kyrie Irving—don't you want me anymore?

All of the above are just little scenarios in Hannah's mind.

Her eyes darted back and forth between Owen and Wenda, and she remarked, "I think you two look quite alike."

"Hehe o(*￣︶￣*)o"

Owen looked at his two suddenly interested friends, his expression changed, and then he nodded happily, saying, "Ah! Yes, yes, she is the daughter of the grandmother next door to my third aunt's niece's cousin's aunt."

"I'm planning to visit my relatives in a few days," he said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

This almost made Hannah burst out laughing.

"They don't even know you, how can they visit relatives?" she said irritably.

Sometimes she cares more about Irving's image than Irving himself does.

This is a new professor, a rare and valuable new face.

Anyway, Owen has already earned the title of Hogwarts' most troublesome little wizard from the old professor.

It's best to maintain a proper image in front of the new professor.

At least hold on for a few months (crossed out) a month.

"Visiting relatives! You'll probably end up meeting them while you're there," Owen said nonchalantly. "Besides, don't you know what I'm capable of?"

"Two weeks from now, regardless of whether we're related or not, she'll have to call me her beloved grandson!"

"Did you see the three Heads of the House angrily rebuking the Ministry of Magic officials that day? Even though I don't say it, I'm a big deal to them. And Professor Flitwick, I'm his best student! And Professor Spratly, she's even planning to make me her Head of the House!"

"???"

"But wasn't Professor Snape there that day? Professor Sprout was still at the castle then." Hannah squinted, looking at her as if she had amnesia.

"Snape?" Owen stared wide-eyed, his expression one of surprise.

He reached out and touched Hannah's forehead, then said suspiciously, "Are you running a fever? What Snape? There's no Snape, it's Professor Sprout, okay? She used a lot of biting cabbage to protect the train, and Justin even got bitten!"

After saying that, he looked past Hannah and at Justin.

"Right?" he said with a smile.

Then, with a worried expression, she asked with concern, "Is the wound still there?"

"Yes," Justin blurted out on a whim.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Irving nodded happily.

"You can stay with the Hufflepuff trio for one more night!"

He said kindly.

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"Well, I think I've said what's important." Dumbledore spread his arms wide. "Let's begin our meal!"

The next moment, the empty table was suddenly filled with food and drinks on the gold plates and wine glasses.

A sumptuous meal thus began.

In the days that followed.

As if overnight, Irving became a celebrity like Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

After the morning spells class.

As noon approached, owls were flying all over the auditorium.

The letters fell from the sky like rain.

The letter writers came from all over the world, including Irving's admirers and his critics.

Of course, there were also some who clamored to have babies and send him private photos, but Hannah intercepted them all.

Anyway, he didn't see a single one.

I only noticed that the fireplace in the common room was lit for a while in the evening.

In addition, reports about him were published in major newspapers one after another.

The Daily Prophet devoted its front page and four pages to a vivid description of the battle.

It was as if their reporters were standing right there.

The front page even featured a huge photograph of Colin taking his picture.

The dark sky was filled with lightning and thunder.

The rain poured down, and the Dementors hidden within it seemed to collapse like a crumbling sky.

And in that apocalyptic moment, as the sky collapsed, at the edge of the earth, a boy with a well-proportioned figure, an excited expression, and a strong sense of mockery in his eyes raised his magic wand to the sky.

The next moment, a dazzling white light suddenly rose from the earth.

A phoenix spreads its wings and soars high, supporting the sky.

And that's the end of the photo shoot.

Honestly, just looking at this kind of photo, Irving's charm is simply off the charts.

This was a moment worthy of a Pulis Journalism Award, and Irving's charisma in it—that disdainful, arrogant, and mocking air about darkness—was practically a love potion.

Any girl would blush slightly after seeing this photo.

This wasn't just idle talk; starting the next day, he received an unprecedented number of pink love letters from unknown individuals within the college.

Unfortunately, he still didn't see a single letter.

The fire burned longer today than it did yesterday.

The Daily Prophet's praise for Irving is so extensive it's practically exhaustive in English.

They called Owen the most promising wizard in the wizarding world after Dumbledore, and a rising star of Britain's future.

The legendary wizard set sail on a ship and headed out to sea.

However, Owen's focus was elsewhere, well—as expected, Barnabas Guffey, the editor of the Daily Prophet, did not use Luna's press release.

They made up a story themselves.

"The Quibbler" was a magazine with a larger circulation than "The Daily Prophet".

Its praise for Irving was even more exaggerated; almost every piece of content in the entire issue was related to Irving.

Irving can see Luna's name at the bottom of almost every article.

She contributed at least 70% of the content for this episode, while the remaining 25% was Colin's.

His entire photo album was printed in it.

The cover is the front page photo of the Daily Prophet.

With more substantial content than the Daily Prophet and a biographical introduction to Owen, it's easy to imagine that this issue of "The Quibbler" will be a huge hit, far surpassing the Daily Prophet's portrayal of him as a great hero who thwarted Fudge's schemes and a staunch protector of Hogwarts.

In addition, even some academic journals have reported on Irving.

Metamorphosis Today

Front page: The unparalleled guardian spell.

They demonstrated just how terrifying Owen's ability to unleash such powerful physical protection was by dismantling the Patronus Charm.

Of course, his influence is currently limited to Britain, and reports about him on the European continent have not caused much of a stir.

Most foreign wizards categorize these reports as fairy tales or Lord of the Rings stories.

However, whether it's criticism or praise, it doesn't matter what Irving is like right now.

Nothing beats giving out bonuses directly.

—Don't ask, the answer is that I, the Dark Lord, don't care about that little bit of honor.

"I'm determined to change the magical world, and those petty honors aren't worth me bowing down for."

Old Deng truly understood his heart, and overnight he applied to the Ministry of Magic to award him a Second Class Merlin Medal.

Ahem—the main reason is that the Order of Merlin, Second Class, comes with a prize of one thousand Galleons!

The day after receiving the medal, Irving hung it on his chest. Whenever he passed by a young wizard, he would open his robe to reveal the medal on his chest, practically writing the words "I am indifferent to fame and fortune" on his face.

(The medals include: two College Special Contribution Medals, one Order of Merlin, Second Class, and one Student Council President Medal.)

Professor Sprout was so happy upon learning that his student had received the Order of Merlin that he almost fainted.

That evening, in the common room of Hufflepuff, the professor held a lively award ceremony for him!

All the Hufflepuff wizards were present.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, the professor pinned the purple-gold sash and metal medal on Irving's shoulders and chest.

"Bang!"

Susan lit the fireworks she bought from the Weasley twins.

Tiny blue wisps of mist slowly emerged, and sparks of light, like exploding stars, suddenly illuminated the area, followed by other colored stars that followed.

A strange magical light illuminated the entire Hufflepuff common room, and an overwhelmed Professor Spratly embraced him, sobbing with tears in his eyes.

The young wizards present all had tears in their eyes.

周四、

Early in the morning was Owen's much-anticipated Potions class.

He arrived at the classroom early.

then

It was 8:60 in the morning.

As the clock ticked from eight to nine, Batman, familiar to countless young wizards, burst through the door and walked into the classroom.

As we all know, Professor Snape was a virtuous and talented teacher. He was approachable and often mingled with his students.

He was fair in rewarding and punishing, and the students all praised him for being impartial and incorruptible.

He was kind and approachable, and the other professors liked him very much.

Wherever Professor Snape was, the classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. (Lupin thought, Neville, you did a fantastic job!)

However, it is undeniable that even saints have some minor flaws.

For example, a tiny, insignificant feeling of jealousy.

The story begins with the gleaming Merlin medal on Irving's chest.

"Clearance sale! Clearance sale! Merlin medals on clearance! Not 998, not 558, let's be friends, give me face, a second-class Merlin medal is only—thump, thump, thump—one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!"

This was the second day of Irving's badge sale.

Unfortunately, even after he lowered the price from 5,999 to 1,999, no one still bought it.

This piece of metal is going to end up in his hands!

"Bang!"

The sound of a huge foot kissing the wooden door sent shivers down the spine of the entire potions classroom.

The young wizards seemed to have their backs pressed against their waists with an M1917 American-made Smith & Wesson rifle, and they immediately straightened up and sat up straight.

"Hufflepuff deduct five points." A familiar yet somber voice rang out.

(End of this chapter)