I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 164 This is my plan.

—Thanks for the invitation, I had a dreamless night!

When Irving woke up, his head still fuzzy, it was already afternoon.

Catching up on sleep didn't feel good; I was still sleepy after waking up.

After taking a sip of the energy drink I usually keep on the bedside table, the dizziness slowly subsided.

A stimulant!

This is a really good product.

Kyrie Irving practically drinks this stuff like milk tea.

He also developed many new flavors, such as jasmine tea, cloud green tea, refreshing grape, and sunny orange.

I'm sure Hermione and Percy, who stay up all night, would be willing to pay a silver dollar to buy a bottle.

I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast as soon as I got up.

I woke up from hunger.

He was taking a stroll outside the castle to digest his food.

After passing through the courtyard outside the clock tower, on the downhill road that leads to Hagrid's cottage.

A large, black dog with coarse fur was hiding in a clump of grass, its eyes fixed on him.

Irving froze on the spot.

?

Are you really that bold?

They're not even trying to hide it from people anymore!

He wasn't alone on this road; many young wizards were traveling in twos and threes. Some had even just finished their Magical Creatures Conservation class and were returning to the castle.

They all saw the big dog and Irving.

However, thanks to Irving's reputation, they didn't have much courage to go up and say hello.

"So arrogant?" Owen raised an eyebrow, looking at Sirius.

Aren't you afraid that Professor Lu Ping will pass by and expose you?

Sure enough, he, a Hufflepuff, couldn't understand Gryffindor's thought process.

Just as Irving was wondering who gave this guy the courage.

The big dog suddenly emerged from the bushes and swaggered across the meadow in front of the group of young wizards, heading towards the Whomping Willow in the distance.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he stopped and looked back at Owen, as if afraid that he hadn't caught up.

Hehe o(*￣︶￣*)o

Irving just glanced at it silently. Then—

Then he turned around and started walking towards the castle.

Mama said, don't talk to strangers, and definitely don't wander around with strangers.

"Woof!" The big dog stood on a rock somewhat impatiently, looking back at Owen.

Seeing that he had no intention of going over, she could only bark her teeth and bark to attract his attention.

"What are you yelling about? I'll stew you up and make dog meat hot pot!"

Although he said that, his body language betrayed him by changing his mind.

The grass was soft, and soon Irving followed Sirius to the vicinity of the Whomping Willow.

There are rarely any young wizards around here, after all, getting beaten up by a big tree is no pleasant experience.

"What's wrong, Chief Gordon?"

"I didn't turn on the Bat-Signal!" Irving continued to tease.

Sirius looked around and deactivated the Animagus transformation.

As his body returned to its original form, he also pulled the magic wand from his waist with his right hand.

Then he stared fiercely at Owen, his eyes flashing with a mad light from time to time. Owen saw him staring intently at him, his muscles tense, his sharp teeth bared, and he was in an attack stance, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"What's wrong with Dog Godfather? Why is he staring at me like that?" Owen spread his hands and plopped down on a bare rock near a big tree. "You know I can't eat Buckbeak's flesh, so you've come to offer yourself up as a sacrifice?"

"Shut up!" Sirius Black, in a frenzy, stared at him with his wand raised like a madman. "Tell me, are you that person, Voldemort's lackey?"

???

Your idea.

Some of these challenges push the limits of my imagination!

"I'm his father!" Owen rolled his eyes at Black. What right did little Voldemort have to deserve this!

She's not Miss Riddle, why should I continue to work for her?

However, looking at Sirius's deranged state, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

It's likely that Peter Pettigrew escaped from him or rescued Bella right in front of him, making him think that the guy was acting on his orders.

"Heh—I really didn't expect that after ten years, there would still be a young wizard who would be willing to become Voldemort's lackey and supporter at such a young age." Sirius laughed sinisterly as he raised his wand and approached Owen step by step.

His eyes were filled with an unprecedented anger and hatred.

"Did you lose your memory because of the Dementors?" Owen narrowed his eyes, his tone gradually turning from teasing to icy. "I am a true Grindelwald. What trash like Voldemort dares to compare himself to my grandfather?"

"You can insult my abilities, but you can't insult my aesthetic sense! Who would recognize an ugly guy without a nose as their boss!"

"Did you let that traitor go and allow him to rescue those Death Eaters from Azkaban?" Sirius was rebuked by Owen, and then recalled his performance in Azkaban.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

The madness in his eyes lessened somewhat, but he still didn't put down his wand.

"Those?" Irving was taken aback, then quickly realized what he meant.

"Azkaban is now completely empty, you know that?" Sirius roared!

After receiving guidance from Irving, he returned to Azkaban without delay!

As he expected, with a large number of Dementors being transferred out, Azkaban's defenses were extremely weak.

Of course, even though it was empty, it didn't mean the prisoners could escape at will.

This made things easier for him. After easily dodging a few Dementors, Sirius easily slipped back into Azkaban, and then—then he saw that the entire prison was empty! Empty!!!

Apart from the motionless corpses, there wasn't even a mouse in the cell!

This made Sirius feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

It's important to know that Azkaban imprisoned not only Death Eaters, but also some evil dark wizards at the bottom and deepest levels of the prison, some of whom were far more powerful than ordinary Death Eaters.

For them, killing is as simple as drinking water or brushing their teeth.

And now, those guys are all gone, all gone!

It's fair to say that all the criminals captured in the British Isles over the past few decades vanished overnight!

How could he not panic, not be angry, and not demand an explanation from Irving?

"Hmm—did he break free from the Imperius Curse?" Owen remained calm, sitting on a rock and playing with the tips of the grass beside him.

No matter how strong the wind and rain are outside, they can't blow into Hogwarts anyway.

The old headmaster could suppress those dark wizards with his hands and feet.

Who would be so tired of living as to come to Hogwarts?

"What do you mean?" Sirius heard Owen mutter to himself.

His heart tightened.

Because a terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind: that everything the traitor had done was part of the boy's plan.

"I mean, Peter broke free from my Imperius Curse. My order to him was to rescue your cousin. Now he's broken free of my control and used the Portkey to rescue all the dark wizards. Animagus, you're really useful!"

He did a pretty good job too!

"Very good, very good!" Owen patted his butt and then stood up and said, "If he had only rescued one person, it would have seemed strange, and Voldemort would not have trusted him. But now he has rescued all the dark wizards. At this level, even if Voldemort harbors resentment towards Peter, he will not say anything. After all, he has to take care of the feelings of his subordinates. They were all rescued by Peter, especially those non-Death Eater dark wizards."

Yes, he was a brilliant rescuer!

"What do you want to do? What exactly do you mean?" Sirius stared at Owen with a dark expression, his tone unfriendly.

"Use your brain. Voldemort has been hiding in the Albanian forest for so long, more than a year now! What is he doing? What conspiracy is he plotting? My plan is simple: Bella is both my magical material and a variable I've arranged, or a possible spy. It doesn't matter whether she betrays me or not. The important thing is to get Voldemort out of his safe house."

He's been hiding it all along, intending to hide it for ten or a hundred years, until Dumbledore is long dead.

Suddenly, Irving seemed to have discovered a new continent.

"Damn! Yeah, if I were Voldemort, I'd just endure for fifty or sixty years until Dumbledore dies of old age, then I'd be invincible, right?"

Damn it!

Why didn't I think of that on my first playthrough?

Is it a matter of habitual thinking?

Foolishly following the plot without realizing anything?

Damn, I should lie low for fifty or sixty years, or even seventy or eighty years. Wizards don't live more than two hundred years, but what about Dumbledore?

He is at least 130 years old.

Given his personality, he would never seek to extend his life by using a magic stone or anything like that.

After all, death is just the beginning of another great adventure!

Once Old Deng kicks his leg and jumps out again, damn it, he's completely invincible!

Damn it, I'm really stupid!

Upon suddenly realizing this, Irving immediately became flustered.

Because he's no longer a Death Eater, while Voldemort has gone into hiding due to the blow he suffered in his first year. It's hard to say he won't realize this method.

Keep in mind that he, who possesses Horcruxes, may outlive Nick Fury.

The Greek sorcerer who first invented Horcruxes, the despicable Herpo, may still be alive today.

They have lived for two thousand years.

If Voldemort had remained hidden, even a wisp of his soul would have been impossible for them to find!

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Sirius's expression shifted several times. His anger, which had just subsided, surged again, even more intensely. He spoke to Owen in an angry and incredulous tone: "Just for this? To lure Voldemort out? For this ridiculous reason, you actually controlled that traitor to release all the dark wizards of Azkaban?"

"Do you know how many innocent people might die tragically? Do you know that the entire British magical world, and even the European continent, could face unpredictable catastrophe!"

He grew angrier as he spoke, his hand gripping the wand trembling as if he were about to unleash a red spell to strike Owen down.

"That's how Dumbledore taught you? That's exactly what he taught you!!!"

"Heh heh—" Owen suddenly lowered his head and let out a short laugh with a gloomy look in his eyes, as if he had heard some great joke. "First of all, Commissioner Gordon, I did not control that dead rat to release all the dark wizards."

He broke free from my soul-stealing curse.

Secondly, I said, "Don't you have some unrealistic fantasies about the mighty White Demon King?"

Owen sneered. He continued, "If Dumbledore could lure Voldemort out and trick him into Hogwarts, why can't I let those dark wizards go?"

Look, I'm keeping up with the principal's pace!

How correct!

Of course, there are some differences between him and me. Professor Dumbledore has absolute confidence in protecting young wizards, and he is even willing to give up his own life in times of danger.

I am different.

I'm telling you, I don't care if someone dies. Live or die, just don't dirty my hands.

"You're a madman! You're a complete madman!" Sirius shouted maniacally.

His face was sunken and sallow, and his long black hair was covered in oil and mud.

The trench coat he was wearing, which had been stolen from some Muggle, was torn with a large hole in it.

The exposed skin was covered with various bruises.

It's clear that he's been through a lot these past few days.

Only that handsome face, etched with resentment, anger, and madness, still hinted at his former dashing charm.

"A madman." Owen nodded, as if being praised. "Sometimes, changing the world really does require a group of madmen."

He stood on the rock, his hands behind his back, looking down at the endless forest in the distance and the discordant black dots in the sky—the Dementors.

Then, with calmness.

His tone shifted abruptly from a gentle, enthusiastic murmur to a different topic.

"Do you know why there are more and more young wizards joining the Saints?"

His feet were on solid stone, and he was surrounded by a cool breeze from the mountains.

The free wind blew through his somewhat messy hair.

But this did not diminish his arrogant spirit in the slightest.

"After so many years in Azkaban, you've been isolated from the world and can no longer see it clearly."

Believe me, you can't see it.

As dusk approached, the sun left only a streak of blood in the sky.

That day, it was burning red.

He spilled a pool of hot blood on the earth!

"Why do so many people still follow Grindelwald even though he's been out of the public eye for over forty years?"

"Why has the Death Eaters' resolve become stronger and more fanatical over time? And why are the purebloods even more steadfast?"

Why does a mad dark wizard appear in the magical world every now and then?

"From that Hogwarts alumnus in the 18th century, to that fifth-year transfer student in the 19th century, then Grindelwald, and then Voldemort."

"Since the International Law of Secrecy on Wizardry came into effect in 1692, in less than three hundred years, why have wizards who shatter people's imagination of the limits of dark wizardry appeared one after another?"

Irving lowered his head and stared calmly at Sirius.

"Have you ever considered that even if you kill one Voldemort, a Voldemort Heaven or a Voldemort Sea will appear decades later?"

"Have you ever considered that this isn't due to human factors? Not even bloodline, wealth, or region?"

"What are you trying to say?" Sirius Black continued to wave his wand, pointing it at him.

His expression remained disdainful.

He's not one of those fools who can be easily manipulated by Voldemort or Grindelwald.

"I want to say," Owen slowly stopped, then raised his proud head, his eyes shining with a clear light, "have you ever considered that Grindelwald's philosophy is correct?"

"Right?" Sirius Black grinned menacingly, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke. "You mean, he personally killed at least dozens of Aurors from various countries, or he tried to overthrow the entire wizarding world, exposing wizards to Muggles?"

"Ignorance!" Irving uttered the word lightly.

Truth will not change because of the cruelty of the means used.

Open your eyes wide and look at the sky!

Two hundred years ago, that belonged only to wizards.

And today, at this very moment, at least hundreds of thousands of Muggles are soaring through the skies around the world.

Then I would like to ask, what about two hundred years from now?

The decline of wizards is astonishing.

Ultimately, this is all due to the incompetence of the International Federation of Wizards.

The world ruled by the Federation is a plague.

It's like castrating a pig, emasculating the wizard's mind!

Using an unseen, cruel method called "peaceful evolution," they slowly sever the last vestiges of resistance within the wizard.

Do you think dark wizards are just a bunch of mindless lunatics?

Your narrow vision is confined to the bottom of this remote well, right under this tree, in that cave! What you don't know is that whether it's Voldemort or any dark wizard, their essence is to rebel against this suffocating and rigid social system.

Regardless of their direction! Regardless of their methods! Regardless of the outcome!

As long as the prison stands, generation after generation of wizards will follow in their footsteps!

Owen, with a mocking yet cruel tone, tore open the true nature of this world, revealing it bit by bit to Sirius: "Even Dumbledore, he was the gatekeeper of this corrupt system—or, to use a more vulgar term!"

"You think you've escaped Azkaban?"

"Do you think that just because there aren't cold walls around, it's not a cage?"

"Do you think it's only Dementors that absorb happiness?"

"Haven't you always wanted to know my plans?"

"Okay, I'll tell you!" He opened his arms wide, like a fanatical believer, embracing his ideal that he was unwilling to let go of even if it meant drowning.

Then, in a seductive and passionate tone, he said, "This world needs a demon king! I will make Voldemort the most terrifying demon king in the world, far surpassing all previous demon kings, if he can!"

"Then, my grandfather, Grindelwald, will defeat him, kill him, and grind him to dust in the process of becoming a hero!"

At that time, his prestige will surpass Dumbledore's, surpass any wizard on this planet, and that will be the beginning of my plan!

"Reorganize! Unite! Unify! Open up!"

"A hundred years from now, while you are still mourning those weeping souls, we will already be building a colony on Europa!"

This is the difference between us, do you understand?!

The passionate words echoed across the open space.

At this moment, Irving seemed to overlap with that elegant figure who had once been in Paris, at Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Sirius's expression froze, and he stared at Irving with an indescribable look.

His gray eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and fear.

He listened to what Irving said.

He knew more about the dark side of the Ministry of Magic than Owen did.

He was thrown into Azkaban without any trial.

But—if what this boy in front of you is true, then his so-called plan will plunge countless people, countless families, and countless people who were living peaceful lives into crisis, or even death.

This is not what he wanted to see.

"Have you considered the consequences?" Sirius, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

He could no longer tell whether to raise or lower the wand in his hand.

"A person has only one true freedom in their life, and that is when they are fearless of losing it."

A truly free soul will be driven mad by even the slightest constraint.

We still have a choice.

"Now!" Irving said slowly.

He exuded a strange attraction, like a streetlamp at night drawing in an unnamed moth.

"We are declaring war not to protect ourselves from the black wizards, nor to fight for our own privileges."

This is a fucking war of the people against oppression.

Sacrifice, death—we were prepared for these long ago.

"You don't have to join us, but you must never be an obstacle."

Sirius seemed somewhat moved.

He slowly lowered his hand.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

This sudden burst of excitement shattered the atmosphere.

Blake's sharp eyes were deep as he gave Owen a complex look.

Then he immediately used Animagus, and the big dog leaped into the tree hole.

Irving stood still, and after a moment, the blinding light made him squint, and it took him a while to adjust before he could see that it was Professor Lupin who had come.

"Professor Lupin?!"

"It's you! I heard the noise when I was checking the owlhouse. Why are you outside the castle? Who were you talking to?" Lupin looked at Owen in surprise and said with concern, "It's dangerous here. Dumbledore has ordered all students to assemble in the Great Hall."

Although Professor Lupin hid it well, the shock in his eyes alerted Irving, who realized that Lupin must have arrived long ago and even listened to the entire "lecture".

"Okay, Professor!"

He should have even seen Sirius Black.

However, since the other party has chosen to conceal it, what's the point of him exposing it?

Perhaps, deep down, Lupin simply didn't believe that his close friend would commit those murders and arson.

The two walked one after the other.

From a distance, it looks like they are being escorted.

Back at the castle, as soon as they turned the corner of the entrance hall, they saw Dumbledore and Snape standing outside the Great Hall, talking about something.

"Someone in Hogsmeade claims to have seen Black," Snape whispered.

"Very good, it seems we're not far from capturing him," Dumbledore said calmly.

"However, I mean that person may have already entered Hogwarts Castle, after all, we have someone with connections in our teaching staff," Snape said, squinting. "I think we must be more vigilant in this regard."

"What are you trying to say, Severus?"

"Perhaps, it seems, almost impossible, that Blake wouldn't have gotten into this school without inside help. You know what I mean. I did express my concern, even after you resigned yourself to it."

"I don't believe anyone in this castle would help Black get in," Dumbledore said, his tone making it clear that the matter was best left unresolved, so Snape did not reply.

I don't know if everyone can accept writing it this way?

(End of this chapter)