I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 167 This is Gryffindor, this is Hufflepuff, this is Hogwarts.

They were huddled under a large umbrella on the sidelines of the stadium.

Harry landed from the sky, took off his glasses, and quickly wiped them on his robes.

He asked eagerly, "What's the score?"

"We're leading by fifty points," Wood said, "but unless we get the Golden Snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."

"I just can't do anything with my glasses on," Harry said dejectedly, waving his glasses around.

Hermione, who was in the stands, seemed to have noticed Harry's unusual behavior on the field long ago, and she had been waiting for him in the stands for a while.

Seeing that Harry had landed, she held her wand and ran up to him through the wind and rain. The next second, a series of protective charms fell on him.

On the other side, the Hufflepuff players were also gathered together.

"We have to keep this going!" These were Cedric's first words after landing.

"They are very strong; we can only wait for an opportunity."

"Keep dragging this out; I'm confident I can catch the Golden Snitch before Harry!"

Upon hearing this, the other team members all nodded.

Although the match lasted only a short time, they had already realized that in terms of raw skill, they were no match for Gryffindor.

Their only hope is to defend and buy Cedric time.

Hopefully, he can catch the Golden Snitch before Harry does. Only then will they have a chance of winning.

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"The game has been paused!" Hannah craned her neck to look down from the stands.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Owen replied impatiently, his eyes closed, since it didn't matter whether his eyes were open or closed.

Perhaps his imagined 4K high-definition is even more spectacular!

Of course, no one knew the complaints he was thinking, not even the wind.

A few minutes later, the game resumed.

Harry once again soared into the sky.

He brushed his soaking wet hair away from his eyes and plunged into the layers of dark clouds.

Thanks to the water-repelling spell Hermione cast on his goggles, his vision was finally able to penetrate the heavy rain and see a little further.

Wood certainly wouldn't place all his hopes on Harry, especially with the rain so heavy, he knew how difficult it would be to find the Golden Snitch.

So he devised an almost insane offensive strategy.

Relying on their own strength, as long as they can pull the score above 150, even if Cedric catches the Golden Snitch, they still can't win.

Cedric, of course, also saw through Wood's incredibly simple strategy.

A sense of panic rose in his heart.

He kept reminding his teammates to plug the gaps in their defenses and not let Gryffindor break through their defenses.

The competition gradually intensified.

Throughout the sky, the red light relentlessly attacked the yellow light, and the intensity of the attack increased over time.

Although the score is rising slowly, the gap is indeed widening gradually.

"Gryffindor scores again!"

"Angelette, my God, what a brilliant bait! She's scored another one!"

"The score is now 140:30, Gryffindor is in a commanding lead."

The heavy rain couldn't completely drown out the cheers of the Gryffindors.

On the field, Cedric became increasingly anxious.

The rain severely impaired his vision, and he couldn't see very far at all.

Just as he was feeling panicked and confused.

Suddenly, a golden shadow, like a bass leaping out of the water, flashed past him.

Cedric followed almost reflexively.

Harry, who had been keeping a close eye on Cedric, also noticed his unusual behavior.

Did he see the golden thief?

Harry felt a surge of urgency. Without thinking twice, he flew directly towards Cedric's direction.

"There it is—Harry, there it is! The Golden Snitch!"

A golden streak of light flashed by in the distance, and the Gemini, who were batters, happened to see that shadow.

In an instant, Harry and Cedric accelerated at the same time.

The wind howled and lashed against the two of them.

The raindrops, like a sudden storm, beat against my life with pain!

The wind and rain poured into Harry's body through the gaps in his clothes around his neck.

He was already soaked through.

But the wind and rain didn't make him feel cold; on the contrary, he felt hot all over, and his eyes were fixed on the golden thief in front of him as if they could shoot fire.

Cedric was not to be outdone. Although his Comet series broom was not as fast as Harry's Nimbus 2000, it still kept up relentlessly behind him, only a few steps behind Harry.

In the distance, the golden thief soared higher and higher.

Gradually, it disappeared into the sky, into the dark clouds flashing with lightning.

"Snap!"

Lei Ming frowned, let out a roar, and tried to drive away the strange creature.

A dazzling blue and white flash instantly lit up!

"Harry, danger!!!" Cedric yelled.

Kind-hearted as he was, he didn't want to see Harry get injured for the sake of the game.

The dark clouds ahead were spewing lightning.

It would be too dangerous to crawl in at this time.

He didn't want to take risks.

But Harry didn't slow down; he even accelerated.

That Nimbus 2000 has reached its theoretical speed limit.

"Harry, don't go there!!" Cedric screamed, using his hands to shield himself from the wind and rain rushing into his throat.

Harry remained unmoved, as if the wind had completely drowned out Cedric's voice.

He didn't hear it.

High in the sky, Harry continued to accelerate, his fiery red cape billowing like a firework, soaring straight into the clouds.

"Snap!"

Another dangerous rumble of thunder came from ahead.

Harry gritted his teeth and gripped the broom tightly with both hands, which was trembling incessantly in the wind and rain.

At this moment, he seemed to be taming a wild horse!

Harry did not fail to see the thunder before him.

But he knew that this might be his only chance to win today.

The match must end as soon as possible; he needs to conserve the team's strength!

In preparation for the upcoming Slytherin!

Having made up his mind, Harry drew his wand from his waist, gripped the broom tightly with his left hand, and held the wand straight up with his right.

Then, the phoenix feather wand emitted a substantial blue light.

"Armor for protection!!!"

The deep blue armor is reserved for heroes.

It shone with a light that was not dazzling, yet eye-catching, breaking through the thunder!

"Snap!"

Lightning was like a whip falling from the sky, striking Harry hard.

For a moment, his speed faltered, but the next second, he picked up speed again.

"Harry!!!"

Cedric had slowed down and was flying in the other direction.

The sky above suddenly became as bright as day, and he subconsciously looked up.

The heavy rain blurred his vision, but Cedric could still see the figure through the raindrops.

In an instant, a tremendous sense of awe arose spontaneously.

He stared blankly at the sky, watching Harry's figure soar higher and higher.

If you ask yourself honestly, how could Cedric, as the best Hufflepuff besides Owen, not know the Armor Charm, Ultimate Protection Charm, or any other protective spell?

but--

Looking at the eerie blue light soaring overhead, he suddenly felt a strong sense of frustration.

He lacks the courage to forge ahead.

"Oh my god, where's Harry? Did he run into that thundercloud?!"

Whether it was the stands or the other team members present.

They had only seen two figures soar into the sky, but now only Cedric was falling.

Where is Harry?

That goes without saying!

"Good heavens! This is too dangerous." On the high platform of Gryffindor, Hagrid held up his huge telescope, staring at the sky, and kept exclaiming in amazement.

He seemed to be able to clearly see the true situation above the dark clouds.

"This is Harry! This is Gryffindor! We fear nothing!!!" Ron roared excitedly!

He excitedly raised the Gryffindor flag that he and Neville had prepared long ago from behind.

Isn't this the perfect time to swing it?

Shouting, he, Seamus, and Thomas began to roar in support of Harry.

"Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!"

"Harijo!!!"

The chaotic cheers gradually merged into a unified whole.

From the Gryffindor stands, a unified chant resounded: "We are brave and fearless, we are fearless and courageous, we are Gryffindor!"

"Long live Gryffindor! Long live Gryffindor!!"

"Hello, Harry!!"

The roar rose high, carrying with it unwavering courage and burning passion. It sent their hopes soaring into the heavens!

At this moment, the Hufflepuffs paled in comparison.

In the professors' stands, Professor McGonagall's eyes were filled with excitement. She had already stood up and was gripping the wooden handrails of the stands tightly with both hands.

The other professors were also cheering Harry on.

"All curses have ended!!!"

The golden light once again dispelled a bolt of lightning.

Harry's gaze grew increasingly resolute.

He was now less than a few dozen feet away from the Golden Snitch!

We'll catch it soon!

Faster! Faster! Faster!!

Harry's blood was boiling, his soul was burning, like a dazzling firework, and no one could stop it from blooming high in the sky!

"All curses have ended!!!"

Jin Guang once again triumphed over the lightning, his mind completely focused. He didn't even notice the raindrops around him gradually turning into tiny hailstones.

"Snap!"

Just then, it was as if fate was whispering.

A thick bolt of lightning struck the golden thief directly.

It suddenly stopped abruptly, its flapping wings seeming to sink into a swamp.

Chance!!!

The broom was moving too fast; he didn't have time to stop.

It's about to fly over!

In less than a second, Harry's mind instantly chose the Gryffindor option.

Suddenly, he abruptly released his right hand.

Despite the immense wind resistance ahead, which blew him off the broom.

Then, during freefall, the figure pierced through the dark clouds, flipped over, and grabbed the little golden thing tightly.

"I won!"

At this moment, Harry couldn't contain his excitement.

The whistling wind in my ears seemed to have lost its sound.

Harry was jolted awake when a cold, sharp pain, like an ice blade cutting through his skin, swept across his back.

When!

He managed to turn around in mid-air with difficulty.

In an instant, the Dementors, as if attending a grand feast, covered up the sky.

They wore tattered, dark gray cloaks and drifted in the air. Two rotten hands, oozing pus, trembled slowly outside the hoods, and the air was filled with the stench of decaying flesh.

Harry's entire world turned black and white in an instant. The wind in his ears was still as strong as before, but it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the sound.

"Protect the Gods!" He quickly raised his wand and barely managed to utter the incantation in a voice he could barely hear himself.

A ray of silver light emanated from his wand, flickering like a flame in the wind and rain, bringing a moment of color to this black and white world ruled by monsters and spirits.

But it was only for a moment; the ray of light vanished instantly, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

"Call upon God! Protect!!" he chanted the incantation again.

But this time it was even worse than before, with only a few strands of silver light remaining.

It didn't even stop the Dementors in the slightest.

The next moment, all that remained in his mind was pain, and he heard women screaming.

Do not!

The Dementors are sucking his happiness!

Harry knew. He had studied with Professor Lupin for a month.

He must hurry—

Although he was extremely anxious, the shadow cast by hundreds of Dementors made Harry's eyelids feel heavy as mountains.

Dementors from all directions repeatedly ripped his soul away.

Finally, Harry's mind began to relax a little.

The result was that he loosened his grip on his right hand.

The wand was instantly blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

"It's over!"

Harry's mind sank; a profound sense of exhaustion and pain instantly overwhelmed his brain.

The figure falling from the sky completely lost consciousness the next second.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The thunder disappeared.

Endless darkness completely enveloped the Quidditch field, and the young wizards finally saw the Dementors in the sky that were obscuring the clouds. Instantly, their enthusiasm was doused with cold water, and all sorts of terrifying things began to flash through their minds.

They felt frustrated, powerless, and terrified, as if the world was ending.

"Owen!" Hannah screamed, looking at him.

In an instant, countless intertwined gazes fell upon the boy in the Hufflepuff stands, who wore a look of disgust on his face.

Hope, pleading, helplessness, and bewilderment!

A complex mix of emotions piled up, like all living beings crowning a deity.

"I saw it, I saw it!" Owen lazily pulled his wand out of his raincoat, tilting his head back.

His right hand was clenched tightly, then he shook it rapidly.

The next second, the phoenix, which had been flying close to the ground, took off.

She spun proudly in the air, then soared unstoppably into the sky.

"Call upon God!"

The gale overturned him, the torrential rain drowned him, but the proud young man always challenged himself again and again, then tore through the dark clouds, broke through the darkness, and with brilliant silver light, dyed the sky his color!

Just like two months ago.

"Guards!!"

Even better than before.

This time, the divine fire appeared almost immediately along with the phoenix, its blue-white soul flames symbolizing his most ardent soul.

"Wow~"

Irving let out a loud laugh.

Then, waving his wand, he roared, "For Hufflepuff!!!"

Perhaps feeling embarrassed by Gryffindor's earlier display of power, he channeled his voice into the Patronus Charm this time.

Let the name of Hufflepuff resound throughout the entire sky!

But he wasn't the only one who successfully summoned a guardian deity.

In the distance, on the Gryffindor stands, several trembling voices, filled with the same conviction, echoed as wands were raised and spells were uttered.

Streaks of silver light rose from the earth like the dark moon.

Weak, slow, and lacking luster, yet tenacious, resilient, and unyielding.

From the professor's vantage point, Dumbledore watched with surprise and satisfaction as the silver lights that illuminated the stands appeared.

I gaze with even greater satisfaction at the phoenix soaring high in the sky.

He knew that Owen's guardian spirit, like his own, was a phoenix.

The guardian spirit represents a person's hidden, unknown, yet inevitable personality traits; it is a mysterious self that only awakens from its dormancy at the necessary moment.

Just like he once was, obsessed with the quagmire of dark forces and great interests, but in the end, when he saw through it all and realized that it was just a means for Gellert to pursue power, he was reborn and became the greatest force protecting this world.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and in his eyes, time and space seem to intertwine.

Dumbledore always thought that Owen was more like Gellert, with the same arrogance, intelligence, and cunning.

But now, at this moment, as Dumbledore looked at the Phoenix Flame, the surrounding stands, with stars and the Dark Moon all appearing, made him suddenly realize that Owen was actually more like him, or rather, him without family troubles.

He's practically a carbon copy of him!

If he didn't have siblings and the tragic family ties, perhaps he would be more like Kyrie Irving now.

"Damp the shock! Stop the speed!"

The old headmaster stretched out his right hand, casting a spell without a staff. The powerful magic acted like a tray, tightly holding back the figure falling from the sky.

"Protector of God!!!"

The other professors also summoned their guardian spirits, and together with their students, they launched an attack towards the heavens.

At this moment, even the heavy rain seemed to stop because of this overwhelming positive emotion.

The wind and rain have subsided.

In the dimly lit stands, like stars in the night sky, one after another silvery-white light rose from the stands.

Soon, Owen discovered that Hogwarts was fucking stinky!

Because regardless of whether the guardian spirits could be summoned in the physical body, including the light, there were approximately hundreds, or even more, of silver lights flickering simultaneously across the entire stands!

The dense cloud of light emitted by everyone merged into one, instantly dispelling the fear and cold.

The two were filled with awe and fear at the sight!

You're kidding me!

Look at these junior wizards who are always plotting to kill the other houses. You're all twisted up like a pretzel over a spell!

Owen sighed, wondering what the junior wizards from the other houses would think when they saw this group of fierce guys in next year's Triwizard Tournament.

Actually, Irving was probably wrong about this.

Or rather, he had no idea how excited the little wizard felt when he saw that handsome man on the train that rainy night!

Professor Lu Ping is the most qualified to speak on this point!

After the start of the semester, in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupin, who was originally just going to teach the college students about some dark creatures, was immediately surrounded by a group of young wizards who cried and begged to learn the Patronus Charm before he could even open his mouth!

Professor Lupin had never seen that kind of burning gaze in the eyes of any other age, or even in the eyes of the young wizards he had met in school.

Do you think the 'funny' approach is used to deal with the Boggart wizard in class?

Do not!

They simply raise their hand and shout, "Protect the Gods!"

Even though Professor Lupin advised that this magic was very difficult to master and that they should start learning from the simpler ones, such as "Hilarious Hilarious"?

But instead of saying anything, Professor Lu Ping's advice had the opposite effect.

Because to the young wizards, these words seemed to mean—"Are you even capable, Greyhound? You can't even learn this? Look at the young wizards from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, they learn it so easily."

"Hilarious, hilarious. Only losers would use such low-level magic."

All the other awesome wizards have already used "Art of Protection," but you're still stuck here? Seriously? You really want to learn this silly spell?!

That's really ridiculous.

Most young wizards share this intensely competitive mindset.

Nobody wants to be the one to admit they can't do something, especially not the first one!

Even Neville gritted his teeth, and apart from the first time he dealt with the Boggarts and dressed Snape in women's clothing, he was trembling and calling out to God on the other occasions!

To be honest, most of the young wizards are forced into this competitive environment. If there were only one house, then it wouldn't matter if someone was laid off, but Hogwarts has four houses!

If you lie down, it means your college is one point weaker than the other colleges!

Trust me, the other young wizards in the same courtyard can eat you!

Especially as the war between academies intensifies, everyone is caught up in the battlefield between the academies, and no one is willing to admit that their academy is weaker than the others.

Even the usually reserved Hufflepuff was unwilling.

They're even the most arrogant. Don't ask, just know that they've won the College Cup twice in a row. Little Gryffindor and Ravenclaw probably haven't touched the College Cup in eight years!

Waaah, you guys are so unlucky!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

On the Quidditch pitch.

The Dementors had never encountered this situation before.

In previous years, we would all rush to suck up the air, but why are we getting punched and punched this time?

Faced with such a large number of guardian deities and a vast amount of light mist composed of joyful emotions, they retreated in terror.

The monsters, who had previously brought despair and fear to others, experienced fear itself for the first time, and instinctively wanted to run away.

The next second, another melodious chirping sound came from the highest point of the castle.

That sounded like Fox's voice. Irving knew it—Dumbledore's legendary pet!

A huge, silvery-white phoenix flapped its wings and rose up from the ground.

It carried a halo more dazzling than any guardian deity, and wherever it passed, all dark creatures were instantly burned into wisps of smoke.

Two phoenixes, one large and one small, one older and one weak.

Then, under the influence of Dumbledore's powerful positive emotions, Owen's phoenix, which carried a strong aura of death, seemed to show slight signs of rebirth. It was very faint, but it was real.

Then the phoenix cried out, and she seemed to feel a little better.

His body size was also larger than usual.

It's like an elderly person supporting their grandchild, gradually sharing their decades of life experience in casual conversation, subtly weaving it into the child's life trajectory.

It is about companionship, and also about passing on traditions.

That's just how humans are!

The flame of civilization is passed on to future generations without ceasing. The elders pass it on to their grandsons, and the grandsons pass it on to their descendants, generation after generation, endlessly. As a result, the flame of civilization shines ever brighter, eventually illuminating the path of humankind and its future!

(End of this chapter)