I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 170 I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush.

A new day!

It's Halloween!

Everyone was very happy!

Everyone was laughing and joking at the party!

Aside from Harry and Owen.

This battle, in which the enemy suffers a thousand casualties while both sides lose eight hundred, has no winner!

In the end, all he did was pitifully huddle in the library, writing his book.

Another miserable student stayed in their dorm room all day, secretly wiping away tears, deeply mired in pain.

The two of them seemed to be isolated from the entire Hogwarts.

Laughter filled the air that day.

The young wizards were all overjoyed at their great victory over the Dementors, and although several weeks had passed, the topic remained a hot one in the castle.

And as they had been hoping, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class returned to normal.

Professor Lupin would seek out strange and mysterious dark creatures every week to broaden their horizons.

Last week it was a Hinkpunk.

This is a one-legged creature that looks like it's made of wisps of smoke. It's very fragile and doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone.

But in reality, it often lures travelers into swamps.

It leaps through foggy swamps, using lights hanging from its legs to guide its way. People follow the light, then sink into the swamp and suffocate. Hinkpunk feeds on the rotting flesh of these dead.

Looking at it through the water tank, you'd never know how terrifying this creature could be.

The pleasant atmosphere brought about by Professor Lupin's return lasted only a short time, until some annoying person shouted the "Patron Saint Charm".

That relaxed atmosphere vanished instantly!

In an instant, all the young wizards entered a state of intense competition!

They all wished they could shove that talkative little thing into the toilet.

But that's how competition works! As long as no one is willing to stop, it won't end!

Halloween is their time to relax.

The Weasley twins invented a rather peculiar magical smoke, shaped like a kettle. If you aimed it at the spout, a cloud of black smoke would float out.

Then it transformed into several Dementors.

Afterwards, the user only needs to shout "Guardian Angel" and a nimble phoenix emitting a ghostly light will fly out and defeat the Dementors!

It must be said that they do have a good business sense.

This toy sold out very quickly after it came out, and the Gemini made a fortune!

Throughout the banquet, you could see little wizards everywhere holding magical toys made by Weasley!

Irving even asked the two guys for royalties, since Phoenix is ​​his!

But these two shameless guys immediately claimed that the phoenix they made for Dumbledore wasn't his. Owen was so angry he almost punched them!

However, if he still has time to cause trouble for Gemini.

Therefore, in the foreseeable future, he will not have much free time for at least six months.

Of course, Harry was the one who suffered the most.

According to the Hufflepuff ghost, the nearly headless Nick stumbled upon Harry hiding in an empty observatory, secretly crying.

Harry, as expected, did not appear at the dinner party. The students gathered around the long table in the dining hall, enjoying the food and laughter. The moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a silvery glow on everyone's faces.

"He needs to be alone." Nick said this as they bumped into each other in the corridor. Nick was dressed in 15th-century knight's attire, his head bobbing as he hurriedly drifted away from the Gryffindor tower, as if heading somewhere.

Even his eyes conveyed a sense of urgency.

He was immediately stopped by Irving.

It's urgent, but there's no need to rush!

"Hey! What are you doing, kid!" Nick didn't like this impetuous kid, especially that fat monk who kept mentioning Owen's name in his ear all day long, which made Nick, a Gryffindor, dislike him even more.

"Something's going to happen tonight, didn't you know?" Owen grinned.

Since ancient times, something bad has always happened at Hogwarts on Halloween!

This year, he remembered that it was Sirius Black who broke in.

However—unlike the original story, Peter is no longer at Hogwarts at this point. Whether Sirius Black is still around the castle is also a question!

"You—" Nick's transparent body suddenly flickered, then he looked at Owen suspiciously, "Nothing will happen tonight!"

He suddenly became serious.

He muttered to himself, his expression a clear attempt to cover his tracks, "Nothing will happen today!"

"Yes, it won't happen!"

Irving stared at him, amused.

Suddenly, the corridor was filled with students. Professor McGonagall hurried past him, whispering as she walked alongside him, "Keep up!"

Then I walked up the spiral staircase.

"Uh—no way! Something really happened! The Halloween rule?" Owen was completely dumbfounded.

Just kidding!

Are you serious?

Without time to think it through, he ran upstairs with Hannah and the others.

A large crowd had gathered in front of the Gryffindor doorway!

"Get out of the way!" Irving shouted as he arrived.

The young wizards immediately made way for them.

Several professors were standing in front of a portrait.

The fat lady has disappeared from the portrait; it has been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas scattered all over the ground and large sections of the canvas completely torn from the frame.

At this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore was also present. He glanced at the damaged painting and then said, "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady in every painting in the castle."

"No need for the headmaster!" Suddenly, a portrait hanging at the top of the stairs on the other side of the wall spoke up.

"She hid in the landscape painting on the fifth floor, among the trees, crying and saying something terrible."

开口的是，安妮·博林的肖像画。英格兰国王亨利八世的王后（1532年11月14日-1536年5月19日在位），彭布罗克女侯爵，也是英国历史上最着名的王后之一。

Mother of Queen Elizabeth I.

Historically, she was accused of adultery, imprisoned in the Tower of London, and later beheaded.

But in the history of witches, she never died.

She used a clever illusion spell to fool everyone at the execution ground, and eventually died peacefully in the wizarding world.

"Thank you very much, madam." Dumbledore nodded toward the portrait, and the young wizards spontaneously began to look for the fat lady.

"Oh! By the way, could you tell me who tore up the portrait of the fat lady?"

"Of course, sir." Anne Boleyn smiled sweetly. The portrait seemed to depict her in her youth, with a fair neck, delicate features, and elegant and graceful earlobes and clothing.

She looked very kind and approachable, smiled slightly at Dumbledore, and then said in a casual and teasing tone, "That man has a terrible temper, Sirius Black!"

quiet--

In an instant, the expressions of the professors and young wizards present all turned serious.

"That executioner, the murderer, entered the castle?"

Headmaster Dumbledore immediately ordered all Gryffindor students to return to the Great Hall.

Soon after, the junior wizards from the other academies also arrived.

"They're going to conduct a thorough search of the castle!"

Hannah, Hermione, and Ron huddled together, their faces etched with anxiety and worry. The castle was about to be thoroughly searched, and Sirius Black had already infiltrated it, which made them extremely uneasy.

Hermione couldn't believe that Sirius Black was able to get into the castle with so many Dementors outside.

Her eyes scanned the Great Hall, but she couldn't spot Harry. Owen casually remarked, "There are plenty of ways to avoid Dementors."

Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice interrupted their discussion. "Owen, go and fetch Mr. Potter. It's too dangerous for him to be out there alone. Hmm—Mr. Weasley will be able to help you!" Dumbledore winked at the twins and turned to leave the Great Hall.

"Damn it! Now I have to do the job of finding people too!" Owen muttered to himself, then helplessly ran out of the auditorium with the twins.

Who told him to be the student council president!

This is—serving the students!

They ran towards the observatory. Nick told them that Harry was there wiping away tears, but they didn't know exactly where.

"What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and get the Marauder's Map out!" Owen snapped at the twins.

He's still angry that those two didn't pay him royalties!

"You—how did you know!" George's pupils constricted, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Fred's expression was almost identical to George's; the two truly were twins!

"Dumbledore doesn't know what's in the castle, huh? Kid, do you know that old Dumbledore has a huge peephole in his office? It's a magical alchemical tool given to him by Nicolas Flamel. It can see everywhere in the castle except for the bedrooms and toilets, maybe even the toilets. It all depends on whether Dumbledore is willing to."

Your little secrets!

"I dare say that while you were out at night, Dumbledore was wearing his robes, happily eating Beans of Flavor, and watching you all!" Owen rolled his eyes at George and Fred.

These two idiots are even trying to outsmart Dumbledore!

He was able to snag the heartthrob of Durmstrang Academy of Magic at just sixteen! Can you do that?

"Really!" Contrary to Owen's expectations, the Gemini, who knew that they had been seen through by someone with superhuman vision, were not afraid. Instead, they showed an excited look and instantly perked up!

They began to ask Owen in detail what the spyglass looked like, how it worked, what the password to the principal's office was today, and so on—truly befitting of Gryffindor!

This brain circuit!

They even dared to steal from Dumbledore.

"Shut up!" Owen roared, finally nipping the twins' wicked little ideas in the bud and saving the souls of two boys who were about to go astray.

"I solemnly swear that I have not done anything good!" The twins grinned and handed Owen a blank piece of parchment, then took out their wands, pointed them at the parchment, and recited the incantation.

The next second, the entire map seemed to come alive, with intricate lines outlining the castle's floor plan.

Then many names popped up, making it difficult to keep up with the list.

First, there was the auditorium, where a bunch of names were crowded together, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Next was the observatory, where Harry's name was behind a wall rarely visited by students.

Finally, Irving also spotted Sirius Black's name with keen eyes; he was hiding in the girls' restroom on the third floor.

Lost~~~~~~

What character spawn point?

It's said that Moghan is lonely and isolated!

Why are there so many people in her restroom?

Of course, in addition to this, Owen also discovered that a strange name had appeared in Wenda's room next to Professor McGonagall's office.

Felix Rozier

Irving had absolutely no recollection of the name.

However, judging from his surname Rozier, it is clear that he should be a member of that large family, but he does not know which branch he belongs to, whether it is British, French, or American.

Put this little incident behind you.

Irving suddenly blinked, looking somewhat puzzled, and then said shyly, "Actually, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you two!"

Because of the angle, Gemini didn't see Sirius's name on the map in his hand.

"What's wrong?" George and Fred, who were explaining to Owen how powerful the Marauder's Map was and how they had outmaneuvered Filch to obtain it, stopped boasting.

"You've had this Marauder's Map for five years now," Owen said, his tone growing increasingly serious.

"Yes, we stole it from Filch's office when we were freshmen," Fred said proudly, tilting his head back.

"Then I have a question. Haven't you two noticed that your little brother has always had someone else's name on his forehead?" He stared intently at the two of them.

Peter Pettigrew has been at Hogwarts for at least two years. Haven't his two carefree older brothers noticed that Ron's name has always been followed by another name?

"Peter Pettigrew! We know!" To everyone's surprise, George and Fred immediately admitted it.

"We've looked into the name. We heard it's the name of a hero who died fighting against Sirius Black," Fred said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

"We believe his ghost returned to the castle and has been following Ron ever since," George said.

"But we've been looking for a long time and haven't found the ghost!" Fred said.

"Perhaps this is the unsolved mystery of Hogwarts!" George said, feigning profundity. "You know, a castle that's a thousand-five-year-old must have some inexplicable aspects!"

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"Heh, you might as well just admit you don't care about your brother at all. That way your guilt might be lighter! Ignorance is no excuse. You found out and did nothing, heh—Lemon really has a big heart!" Owen rolled his eyes at the two unlucky Weasley brothers. He even suspected that if Percy had seen Ron with another name on his forehead for so long, he would have gone to talk to Dumbledore, especially after Sirius's escape this year.

These two just don't care about Ron at all.

So he never really thought about Peter Pettigrew's problem.

"Ron is really unlucky!" Owen muttered. The three of them stopped talking and quickly headed towards the observatory according to the map.

The Astronomy Tower is the tallest tower at Hogwarts and the place where students take astronomy classes and observe celestial phenomena.

Of course, it's still the place where Dumbledore died.

The tower was empty and dark, without any lights. To prevent light pollution, the astronomy tower was kept unlit except for the professors who used candles.

The young wizards who came to school in the middle of the night would each carry a candle, cross their arms, and run over to observe the stars.

On one side of the room, a huge telescope was supported by an iron bracket, pointing towards the sky outside.

Professor Aurora Sinister was their teacher for this class.

He was a wizard from a prominent, pure-blooded African wizarding family. He was the professor the young wizards were most unsure how to evaluate. On one hand, Professor Sinister only assigned them a lot of homework close to exams, but on the other hand, astronomy required observing planets, so classes often took place late at night.

Summer is alright.

winter

A group of young wizards, shivering like children, sat together in long robes, holding candles and textbooks, their teeth chattering.

The wind howled in from the balcony, making the entire observatory whistle.

They stayed there for several hours, from nine o'clock until after two o'clock in the morning.

Who would like this awful subject?

So the astronomy class also achieved a Hogwarts spectacle: the young wizards had no complaints about Professor Sinesta, and even liked her very much.

But I have a lot of complaints about this class!

Every time Irving crawled out of his warm bed to go to his astronomy class in the cold, he became more and more materialistic!

Dozens of students from the entire school were frantically praying for rain on the street, but not a single cloud appeared in the sky. None of the countless gods and Buddhas seemed to be reliable.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Footsteps made an unpleasant, heavy sound on the metal stairs.

The most modern astronomical telescope in the entire castle is located to their side.

That telescope was frequently updated; Dumbledore had it replaced at least once in the early 1990s.

This is to ensure that Hogwarts' telescopes are always the best in Britain.

"Harry!" George and Fred called his name, and they saw Harry sitting on the balcony of the tower in the distance. He sat there quietly, gazing into the deep darkness, his face expressionless, as if his thoughts were churning inside.

As they approached him, Harry's expression suddenly contorted, his eyes flashing with rage. The muscles in his cheeks twitched, as if he were about to explode.

"Quick, Harry! Sirius has broken into the castle!" George's voice was tense. He wanted to get Harry away as soon as possible to prevent him from going to fight the executioner who was chasing him.

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Damn, that's a really fast mouth!

Irving glanced at the red-haired troublemakers on either side of him and silently complained to himself.

Then he clearly saw a change in Harry's expression.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly, and his eyes changed from numbness to anger.

Then he turned around and roared in a sharp tone, "Where is he?!"

"Harry," Fred said, a look of confusion crossing his face, "Why did you go and fight that executioner? Are you crazy!"

"Where is he?" Harry continued to shout, unmoved!

"It's in the girls' restroom on the third floor! Go ahead! Remember Avada yo!" Owen kicked George, who was about to speak, then raised an eyebrow and said arrogantly.

"Thank you!" he said coldly.

Then, like a mad lion, it pulled a wand from its robes, its eyes red, and charged down angrily.

"Wait! What are you doing? Are you trying to kill your godfather?" Owen quickly grabbed Harry. In his current state, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't rush over and give his godfather a green light.

It might not be fatal, but it could be!

This isn't the Harry from the original books!

Harry, who has been trained by him for two and a half years, is now so good that even the original Harry, let alone the first time around, could easily beat the pirated version of the same grade so badly that Dumbledore wouldn't recognize him.

It should be said that the strength of all the young wizards at Hogwarts is expanding rapidly!

Even Neville, in his third year, could only manage a half-baked Patronus Charm, which only had a few wisps of silver light. One can only imagine how incompetent the others were.

For example, at least two-thirds of the junior wizards in the entire school, above the third grade, can successfully cast spells like the Voldemort Charm and the Disarming Charm.

What does that even mean!

In the original story, there were plenty of sixth-graders who didn't know the Disarming Charm!

Those were still with the main group, while the marginal wizards who were far away from the main group had, as you can imagine, terrible individual abilities!

"I can beat him! I have to beat him! Owen, let go!" Harry screamed, his anger like a burning powder keg.

He thought Irving was worried about his life.

Actually, Little Blackie was worried about the life of the dog godfather.

"I know you're in a hurry, but hold on! I still have something to tell you!" Owen decided to stop beating around the bush and just get straight to the point.

He had initially approached it with a "just for fun" attitude.

Now that Peter isn't here, what's the point of watching this?

"No!" he roared.

"I could hear my mother screaming, I could hear her pleading with Voldemort. If you heard my mother scream like that, the scream she made before she was about to be killed, you would understand!"

Harry's eyes were red. "That traitor! He betrayed his friendship with my father! I don't know what powerful spell Voldemort gave him, but I know I can kill him! Yes! I'm going to kill him!"

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"You're comparing your mom to mine, aren't you! You're comparing your mom to mine again, aren't you!" Owen continued to hold onto Harry, refusing to let go!

"That Blake killed my parents! He killed my parents, I will avenge them, I will—" His eyes were still filled with hatred and grief.

Tears, like kites with broken strings, slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

Harry's eyes blazed with fury, his fists clenched tightly as if he were about to strike.

Owen looked at him, sighing inwardly. He knew how much pain Harry was in. Because he—well—okay, he had no parents.

Then he gently patted Harry on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Blake is not the murderer who killed your parents!" Owen's voice was gentler than ever before.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes radiating a strange charm that quickly convinced people: "Back then, Sirius felt that becoming the Secret Keeper was too ostentatious, so he suggested to your father that Peter Pettigrew, another 'friend' of theirs, be appointed as the Secret Keeper."

"?" The twins were taken aback. Hey, we know Peter Pettigrew!

(End of this chapter)