I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 17 What to do when you're short of money! (Start your day with reading!)

Speaking of which, the wands in the Harry Potter world are indeed unique.

First of all, they are all "living things".

It has its own thoughts, though they are very faint.

Secondly, there's the issue that many people have complained about: African wizards can cast spells using hand gestures, while European wizards have to rely on a stick.

In fact, their argument is the same as when some foreigners say that it's uncivilized for us to eat with chopsticks instead of knives and forks.

Because we've phased out knives and forks!

Similarly, hand gestures were also phased out by European wizards.

The reason is quite simple: hand gestures are too difficult to use, and the process is too complicated and energy-consuming. It is far less easy than an eleven-year-old wizard waving a wand to cast a spell.

Moreover, Hogwarts does teach wandless spellcasting; it's just that using a wand lowers the difficulty of spellcasting.

Moreover, in the Harry Potter world, wands are living beings with independent thought, and they also amplify the effects of spellcasting.

For example, Kyrie Irving's new wand.

The moment I held it.

The opportunist sensed its intense emotion.

This is a wand that was made and has not been used for nearly fifty years.

Its sharp edges have long been worn away by time.

Irving guessed that its inner thoughts were probably something like this:

"On the first day I was put in the box, anyone who dared to touch me, I'd kill them."

"During my first year in the box, I'll kill anyone who dares to use me."

"After being locked in this box for ten years, it's not impossible for someone to use me."

"Twentieth year, hey! Anyone there? I'm here! Ollivander! I'll f*** you! Let me out!"

"It's the fortieth year, Qiuqiu is here. Please save the child, someone help!"

"In my fiftieth year, perhaps I won't be a magic wand; I might be a stone, hmm! Hmm! Stones don't have their own thoughts!"

Cough!

That's roughly the idea.

Of course, the process was quite tortuous.

Perhaps, or maybe, some evil boy, with a sudden tremor, pinned the little magic wand down, rendering it immobile.

In the end, the little magic wand had no choice but to surrender in shame, bearing the mark of humiliation, and being at the mercy of others.

Cough!

Which of the two stories do you prefer?

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.

Furthermore, there's the existence of legendary magical items like the Elder Wand.

This led to a group of powerful wizards idolizing him.

The practice of casting spells with hand gestures naturally leads to decline and ruin.

Today, it has become an insignificant part of modern magic.

However, everything has two sides.

Just as the internet connects the world, it also blocks it.

The overuse of modern wands has indeed reduced wizards' magical abilities in another way.

This also means that most wizards are essentially no different from Muggles after losing their wands.

"So that's how it is!" Hannah exclaimed after hearing Owen's explanation.

As a pure-blood wizard, she knew nothing about this.

It had to be Owen, the little wizard living in the Muggle community, who explained it to her.

And Justin goes without saying.

Like Harry, he didn't even know the wizarding world existed two weeks ago, and he was completely in a state of bewilderment.

Their combination is quite interesting.

Pure-blood Hannah, half-blood Owen, and Muggle Justin.

This is definitely protagonist material!

Two men and one woman.

The Hufflepuff trio! This is...

"Professor Snape is indeed too strict with the young wizards of Gryffindor." Perhaps having heard that Neville was frightened to tears by Snape in his first Potions class, Hannah was very cold towards the Slytherin Headmaster.

"Thank goodness we're Hufflepuffs," Justin said with a sigh of relief, but then his expression turned sour. "Even so, he still deducted ten points from our score for the week."

"If it weren't for Irving scoring points everywhere, we would have only ranked third in the first week of the college rankings."

"You should say, why doesn't Professor Sprout treat Slytherins the way Snape treated us?" Owen picked up a meat floss pastry from the table beside him, took a bite, and mumbled, "The heads of the three houses are all turning a blind eye to Snape."

"His audacity is so extreme that the other deans are also suspected of appeasement."

"Professor Sprout?"

Although Owen's words made some sense, Hannah still couldn't imagine that the kind and amiable professor could turn into someone like Snape.

"Let's forget about it." Justin also grabbed a piece of pork floss pastry. "I think this is fine. Why do we have to compete with Professor Snape? Anyway, we won't come in last in the House Cup."

Indeed—if Dumbledore hadn't favored Gryffindor.

In the foreseeable future, with Harry Potter around, Gryffindor will have no chance of winning the House Cup for at least seven years.

This was also the consensus among most Hufflepuff wizards in the future.

only--

"How can someone so young be giving up like this!" Irving immediately couldn't sit still.

He straightened up and stood up.

"If this were Real Lucaña, the two of you would have been kicked around like a football long ago!"

He glanced out the window.

The sun was high in the sky; it was midday.

The best years of youth!

How can we waste it?

Moreover—this trip to buy a wand reminded him of something.

It seems he doesn't have much money left in his savings account.

It's all Malfoy's fault; he's been neglecting him lately.

Honestly, the zero-yuan purchase business is starting to struggle.

"Go find Hermione—and her two henchmen," Owen thought to himself. "They should be in the library by now."

"We'll meet on the lawn outside the school later!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the Hufflepuff common room.

They ran all the way out of the castle.

-

Meanwhile, Harry and his friends, who were charging their batteries in the library and feeling dizzy, were suddenly called to a stop by someone.

"Irving?"

Hermione looked up, puzzled, at Hannah with her smooth blonde hair.

The little witch glanced sideways at her small eyes, noticing the fluffy hair sticking up beside her neck.

A trace of resentment suddenly rose in my heart.

"Didn't that guy go to buy a wand? He's back?"

"Never mind that, Hermione, let's go!" Ron stood up first.

This is too torturous.

Staying in the library is too torture.

His left brain could no longer perceive the existence of his right brain.

He'd rather go see that evil boss Irving than stay here.

He watched as Ron got up and rushed outside.

Harry followed without a second thought.

Actually, he had already reached his breaking point.

That book was at least an inch thick. Hermione was the only one in the entire Hogwarts who could actually read it.

"etc!"

Hermione was somewhat at a loss when her two henchmen left. She hurriedly put the books she was carrying back on the shelf and then quickly followed them.

It's hard to imagine how badly those two idiots would have been fooled by that rascal Irving if it weren't for them.

Hermione was enveloped in maternal glow, and a strong sense of responsibility welled up within her.

Hermione couldn't help but quicken her pace.

With nothing much to do, I'm taking a break and writing. Today is another brand new day!

(End of this chapter)