I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 177 Crisis, Taking a Sudden Turn

Suddenly, the girl swerved sharply, skimming close to the ground, and performed a difficult maneuver amidst gasps from the crowd.

Lansky's feint.

This is a classic tactic for the Quidditch Seeker.

The Seeker pretends to see the Snitch far below and rushes towards the ground, but stops just before hitting it. This move is intended to provoke the opposing Seeker to imitate him and crash into the ground.

And those dark clouds were the ones being toyed with.

The moment it touched the ground.

The witch stomped her feet hard on the broom, pulled the front of the broom upwards with both hands, and exerted all her strength, her body taut like a bow drawn backwards!

She finally managed to adjust herself when she was only a few feet above the ground.

The fierce wind blew away the snow.

The dark brown earth was exposed.

The falling snowflakes were like a curtain enveloping the witch.

The next second, she was like a sharp sword, slicing through the curtain and breaking through.

Sparrows that fly close to the ground are faster than eagles.

Behind them, the menacing black clouds were completely outmaneuvered by Ginny.

Gathered together, they charged forward one after another. Even if they saw danger ahead and stopped, their 'companions' behind them couldn't see what was ahead and crashed straight into it.

Then the young wizards on the hilltop saw a large group of Dementors in the distance, probably over a hundred.

They fell comically to the ground, rolling around like a pile of overturned potatoes.

Hahaha~~~

A burst of hearty laughter came from the young wizard in the open space. The sound was high-pitched and sharp, like a dagger plunged into a pile of Dementors.

Because Irving quickly discovered that every time their emotions rose a little higher, the Dementors would take a small step back.

Although they quickly turned away, becoming even angrier!

But in that very instant, these creatures, who instilled fear in others, also felt fear.

"Alright, get ready!" Percy suddenly shouted from the hilltop.

He raised his wand.

Ginny was flying towards them.

Meanwhile, the Dementors behind them rallied and became even more frenzied.

"three!"

His heart was burning with passion.

It's like water poured into oil, pulsating wildly!

"two!"

The little wizards around me are all ready.

They all raised their wands in unison.

His eyes burned as he gazed intently at the flying witch so close to him.

"one!"

Percy read it aloud.

Then he waved his wand dramatically.

The incantation was uttered almost simultaneously by the other young wizards.

"Prayer of God! Protect!"

"Protect the Gods!"

"Protector of God!!"

In an instant, the entire world seemed to be bathed in a blue and white light, and countless positive emotions, along with beams of light, spread across the open space.

Resolute, brave, and united, their numbers are fewer than in the last Quidditch game, but their glow is just as strong, if not stronger!

The sky was filled with the light of guardian deities, which flickered and seemed to leap with joy. Then, many creatures, some clear and some blurry, emerged from the light.

Just then, Ginny flew over their heads.

The little witch and her guardian spirit passed each other.

Irving could even see her excited face.

An unyielding smile.

In that instant of fusion, she seemed like a Valkyrie draped in magnificent robes.

Absolutely stunning!

"Bang!!!" Then, a huge, muffled sound came.

Hundreds of Dementors crashed into their converging Guardian Light.

"Oh my God!"

Hermione was so surprised she couldn't speak.

Hannah and Susan Justin also stared wide-eyed.

Harry and Ron, on the other hand, wore arrogant smiles.

Haha—look at their faces!

This is exactly the result they wanted to see!

"Let's go help them!" Harry and Ron said, and they ran quickly toward the open space.

As he ran, he waved his wand and shouted spells.

Then, a stag and a hound leaped through the air and flew into the fray.

This captivating scene made Irving's lips twitch.

Haha—I strongly suggest that Hogwarts change its name!

From now on, let's call ourselves Gryffindor!

Anyway, this lousy school is going to be taken over by Gryffindor!

Damn it—why did Cedric get mixed up in Gryffindor too?!

What does that excited look in your eyes and that arrogant attitude mean?

Where is your Hufflepuff charm?

ate!

And you—Luna!

I thought you, the heir to Ravenclaw, would surely restore the glory of Ravenclaw! But alas! How could you have stooped so low as to associate with this bunch of brute Gryffindors whose combined IQ is less than sixty?!

This was enough to bring tears to Rowena's eyes and make Godric ecstatic!

It seems that the legitimate order of the four Hogwarts houses still needs to be balanced by Salazar's descendants!

Slytherin! Forever God!

Then Hermione and the others joined in!

They were all chanting incantations.

It evokes a sense of déjà vu: "I'll form the head! I'll form the tonsils! I'll form the trigeminal nerve!"

It's not that I, the Dementor, didn't try hard enough, but the young wizards at Hogwarts are piloting Gundams!

Gradually, the group of Dementors found themselves at a disadvantage.

Finally, Harry's charge drove them away in one fell swoop!

"Hahaha~~~ We won again!"

Harry and the group of young wizards sat on the open ground, somewhat exhausted, laughing foolishly.

This was truly the happiest Christmas he'd ever had! He suddenly had a godfather, and they even beat Slytherin in the Quidditch match.

He even beat up Malfoy himself.

Most importantly, he received the best gift: the world's fastest flying broom!

Harry felt that today was definitely his lucky day!

Seeing Ginny, her cheeks flushed and a stark contrast to her previous valiant Valkyrie persona, return to the open space, Harry happily got up, jogged over, and took the broom from her. "Hey! You fly really well! I think you're good enough to join the team!"

"That's right!" Wood immediately stood up again when the team was mentioned.

An invisible force surged from his limbs.

I, the Quidditch pawn, am back!

"You flew brilliantly! Especially that Lonski feint, I bet there aren't more than ten wizards in the castle who can do that!" Wood greeted him. "I'll go tell Professor McGonagall that you're an excellent Seeker."

"You can be Harry's backup for now. That guy always gets injured for no reason and then misses the game. With two of us, we have an extra layer of insurance!"

"Hey! I haven't been injured this year, and I've participated in every single competition!" Harry muttered, sounding a little unhappy!

After all, if Ginny joins the team, he will be considered a veteran of the team.

In front of the new team members, we have to give this old guy some face!

"Can I...?" Second-grader Ginny still retained a touch of shyness (pretending), not yet the mobile anti-aircraft gun that was exploding and slamming everywhere!

The girl's fiery red hair made her cheeks glow red, and her beautiful bright brown eyes were full of longing.

Influenced by her brothers over the years, she was also a Quidditch fanatic.

He was so happy to be able to jump for joy at being able to join the Gryffindor team.

"No problem!" At this moment, the twins and Percy also came over, and they surrounded Ginny.

They immediately started hypnotizing him—"You're the best Seeker! Little Harry—you'll take his starting position sooner or later—Weasley is invincible," and so on.

Right in front of Harry!

However, Harry still had a joyful look on his face.

He knew this was his older brothers' way of spoiling their youngest sister, and of course he wouldn't get angry about it.

This scene naturally caught Irving's eye as well.

Ginny, the future Quidditch star; Luna, the future macabre conservationist; and Hermione, the future Minister of Magic.

Compared to what Harry and his friends have achieved, these girls are really amazing!

They have far surpassed their parents.

And now, these girls are even more accomplished than ever before—it's truly something to look forward to.

—A young girl's dream will eventually become a beacon of light for women.

"Hey! Owen." Wood went to talk to the Weasleys about Ginny joining the team.

Harry then turned his gaze back to one side of the open space.

He ran to Irving, grabbed his arm tightly, and with his other hand holding a broom, pulled him into the crowd.

"With you here, I suddenly feel much more at ease."

He said with a smile.

He glanced at the group of Dementors gathered in the sky, waiting for their chance to retaliate.

"That's right!" Ron chimed in, "Your phoenix can kill those dark creatures outright!"

"It's a pity my guardian spirit is a hound. Ah~~~ I also want a powerful magical creature as my guardian spirit!" Ron sighed.

"I think Cerberus would be great!"

"Hehe—we think the eight-eyed spider is pretty good too!" The twins came over, both of them putting their arms around Ron's neck and saying with a grin.

"Get away!" Ron rolled his eyes at his two heartless brothers. He hated them the most—the ones who used to scare him with spider pranks when they were kids, almost getting beaten to death by their mother!

Why is he afraid of spiders?

It's all their fault!

"Can the guardian spirit change?" He glanced sideways, looking at Owen with expectant eyes.

"Of course, you can!" Owen spread his hands and cracked his neck. "A guardian spirit is a reflection of a wizard's inner world. As long as your spirit suffers a major blow and your inner world is turned upside down, your guardian spirit will change."

"Like a professor's guardian deity, the doe."

"A complete upheaval?" Ron asked.

"A reflection of the inner world?" Harry asked.

"Yes, the inner world. For example, Harry is a doe, and the mischievous Luna is a hare. The Patronus reflects a wizard's personality and true inner self. Language can lie, and memories can be altered, but the Patronus will never lie. Don't expect a guy whose Patronus is a hound to become a dark wizard; that's absolutely impossible."

Ron was taken aback. Why did he hear a hint of sarcasm even though Owen was saying he was easy to live?

Then he pressed on, "And what about the phoenix? What does the phoenix represent?"

"A phoenix?" Owen raised a smirk. "It means—I am the only one worthy of respect in heaven and on earth!!!"

"Eek~~~" A chorus of boos rose from the surroundings.

"Hey! What do you mean! The last Phoenix Guardian was Dumbledore! When he was my age, he was definitely not as strong as me! After I develop for another ten or twenty years, I'll be invincible when I emerge from seclusion! Haha~~"

"I am the great river, flowing freely! I am both a calm sea and a raging storm."

"I can turn the world upside down with a flick of my wrist, and the entire magical world will surely bow down at my feet in the future, wahahaha~~"

"I'm going to establish a World Wizarding Government, and I'll be the boss. Harry, you'll be the captain of my International Auror Force! Ron, you'll be a squad leader! Hermione will be my assistant, Hannah my personal assistant, Justin will be in charge of liaison with the Muggle world, and Luna will be my secretary. Haha~~~ This kind of future is so exciting! Wahaha~~~"

A certain chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), hands on hips, let out a strange laugh.

Perhaps it was because his silly laughter was so bizarre that its strange infectiousness quickly spread throughout the open space.

At first, the other young wizards just grinned, their faces upturned, trying not to laugh.

But soon, after Harry couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, everyone in the open space started laughing.

His loud, booming laugh, which was like that of an excavator, made everyone burst into laughter.

It's still early, no need to rush back to school.

The group began to wander around the castle.

Ice skating on Black Lake, skiing on the meadows at the foot of the mountain.

They slowly returned to the castle as dusk approached.

"Hey, there seems to be someone over there."

As he entered the castle courtyard, Justin suddenly pointed to a strange figure on a patch of snow in the distance and said...

Irving looked over upon hearing the sound.

He noticed that the man had long limbs, was tall and thin, and had gray hair and a pale face.

His clothes were extremely dirty, as if they had been pulled from the ground, and exuded a putrid smell.

He looked extremely excited, and when Irving met his gaze, he tilted his head back and let out a hissing, piercing roar.

"Why are you here?"

The voice was strange; Irving had never heard it before.

In addition, he smelled a pungent, strange odor emanating from the other person, a mixture of earthy smell, rotten vegetable leaves, and... without a doubt, the smell of a decaying corpse!

"Get out of the way, Justin." Owen raised an eyebrow, drew his spell, and pointed it at the other man.

"What?" Justin was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

"That guy's acting a bit strange, everyone get your wands out." He shielded everyone behind him, and then—heh—it's always good to strike first. Whatever, he'd just throw out a spell; it never hurts. "Soul Torrent~"

In an instant, a thick, azure, water-like beam of light shot out from his wand. The other man's face remained contorted with rage, as if he had anticipated Owen's sudden attack.

The next second, he opened his mouth wide, and then countless, twisted, liquid-like, living red wisps of smoke spread from his mouth, completely devouring Owen's magic to his astonishment.

Weird~

The young wizards standing nearby were stunned.

This is definitely not human.

I've never heard of a wizard being able to absorb a 'spell'!

Only Owen knew that the ancient magic he had just cast was a spell that directly affected the soul, and that the target could not actually absorb magic power.

Instead, he can devour soul energy.

The moment he opened his mouth, Irving also noticed the sharp teeth inside!

In an instant, he realized that the person in front of him was the culprit who attacked the castle ghost.

Since they've decided he's a bad person, there's nothing more to say.

"Avada~"

A dark green light instantly enveloped the tip of his staff, as if Death were whispering and the underworld were cheering.

The screams of countless people echoed in the ears of the young wizards.

In an instant, their faces turned pale.

Listen carefully, and you will hear your own voice in those screams.

"Take my life!"

The evil green light of the Killing Curse was faster than any other spell, almost instantly devouring the 'soul vampire'.

He didn't struggle at all, as if he didn't know how to dodge.

This allowed Irving's curse to strike him without any hindrance.

The next second, the tall, thin body crashed to the ground and lay directly on the snow!

"Ah~~~"

Hannah gasped.

The Geminis and Percy were also terrified, their faces turning pale as they retreated in fear.

Apart from the three saviors, everyone else looked quite grim.

That's a killing curse!

A mere wizard knows the Killing Curse!

He really would, not just jokingly scare them.

Furthermore, he killed someone right in front of them.

"Look!" Harry was the first young wizard to notice the unusual movement on the snow.

Honestly, he's almost gotten used to Owen using the Killing Curse in front of him several times.

From initial resistance, to subsequent numbness, and now...

He had come to agree with what Owen said: there are no evil spells, only evil wizards.

While dark magic can corrupt a wizard's soul, it depends on what he uses it for. Aurors can also use the Unforgivable Curse.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Owen used the Killing Curse several times to protect them.

The time in the Forbidden Forest in first grade, and the time we broke through the castle.

Therefore, he had no intention of criticizing Irving, or even that thought.

In Harry's mind, it seemed perfectly normal for Owen to use the Killing Curse, nothing special. Just like his Disarming Curse.

"My God! How is this possible!"

Everyone gasped in surprise.

Then, subconsciously, everyone looked at Harry.

Because the man who had been lying down for less than three seconds actually stood up again.

He actually—he actually wasn't killed by the Killing Curse?

In the entire wizarding world, the only one who survived the Killing Curse was Harry Potter, the so-called savior standing right next to them!

Today they actually saw a second one!!!

Three seconds passed, enough time for Irving to pull out the Marauder's Map and glance at the guy's name.

We're quite close to the castle now.

It's right outside the gate.

We've reached the edge of the map.

Logically, his name should be clearly displayed on the map, but in reality...

The Marauder's Map had nothing on it except for marking their names and the little wizard's name.

There was nothing in front of them.

"Watch out! That guy is the legendary—Deadborn One!"

Irving frowned and threw out a few more spells.

This time, he replaced all the spells with magic that could cause physical damage.

Unlike Soul Torrent or Killing Curse, which directly affect the soul.

Sure enough, his guess was correct; this time, the man began to dodge. He didn't try to take the hit head-on.

His seemingly decaying body moved with surprising agility across the snow, dodging all of Owen's spells.

"Back to the castle!" The group of young wizards around them knew this was definitely not a good time for a duel.

Especially when he had absolutely no idea what methods the other party had.

If I rush in headfirst, what if a junior wizard gets hurt?

Everyone heard the sound.

They all nodded to each other in secret. Irving stayed behind to cover their retreat, and he slowly backed away.

The other young wizards followed his example and slowly backed away.

"That monster doesn't seem to have any intention of catching up." George swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the hideous figure.

"I don't know. Maybe he's testing us, or maybe he's afraid that fighting us here will attract Dumbledore's attention," Owen said in a deep voice.

Then, taking two steps at a time, after retreating a certain distance, they turned around, surrounded the little wizards, and rushed into the castle.

They walked through the gate, past the statues of the four founders, past the entrance under the clock, and ran to the front of the auditorium before stopping.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~"

The few people, whose hearts were practically leaping out of their throats, sat rather undignifiedly on the auditorium benches, breathing heavily.

"I swear, today is an absolute disaster!" Cedric suddenly exclaimed.

His previous cheerfulness vanished, and he looked dejected, as if all his joy had been drained from him.

"Heh—your resistance is too weak! A mere 'dark wizard' might be a dead one, and it's scared you like this!" Owen immediately mocked, trying to undermine you.

"Back in the day, I faced Voldemort and fought him for more than ten rounds!" Then, he was about to show off his glorious achievements from his first year.

"Stop!" Hermione shouted, pointing at him. She glared at Owen, annoyed. "First year, how exactly did you fight Voldemort downstairs on the third floor? Did we think we didn't see it?"

You almost defected.

"Let's hurry and find the professors!"

"Hmm—strange, why is there no one in the auditorium!" Suddenly, she noticed the abnormality around her.

Today is Christmas!

It's almost time for the dinner party.

Why is the auditorium completely empty?

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere around them instantly became strange.

Irving stood up and pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket.

After reciting the command.

The castle revealed its secrets to him.

He immediately noticed that a group of students were gathered at the entrance of the school clinic.

A large group of people.

He even saw the name of the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who had appeared in Dumbledore's office.

"Something's happened!" Owen keenly sensed that something had changed at the castle.

Then he quickly took a step and rushed straight to the school clinic on the second floor.

He arrived at the door in less than a minute.

Sure enough, a large number of people had gathered outside the school clinic.

Everyone looked anxious, their faces filled with unease.

"What happened?" he asked, grabbing an acquaintance.

Yes, Neville, his eyes were glazed over, and his face showed disbelief.

He only changed his mind after hearing Irving's voice.

He replied curtly, "Yes, Professor Lupin!"

"He was attacked?"

"Attacked?"

"Professor Lupin?"

"It's Snape's!"

Owen, Harry, and Ron spoke at the same time.

(End of this chapter)