I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 179 The Fire Horse Tribe in the Wilderness

The question of "time" is one of the twelve unsolved mysteries being studied by the Ministry of Magic.

At the Ministry of Magic, those who study these questions are called "Silent Men".

The nature of their work is classified, so no one knows exactly what they are researching.

Professor Crocker of the Department of Mysteries (a degree-granting position, not a Hogwarts faculty member).

He spent his entire life studying the magic of time.

If it weren't for the fact that his papers appeared in important magical academic journals every now and then, people would never have known that such a person existed.

His paper shows that, according to current research, the longest "time travel" should be limited to 5 hours to avoid causing serious harm to the traveler and time itself.

Researchers have created a way to make it easier for wizards to carry an hourglass for "time travel" by encasing a "time reversal spell" in a small hourglass-shaped container.

Professor Crocker also mentioned that all attempts at "time travel" beyond the time limit are dangerous. Wizards who did so suffered a backlash from time itself.

Long ago, people conducted related experiments, but they gradually discovered that many long-distance time travelers could not survive the journey.

According to information Owen received, the Ministry of Magic ceased its research into time travel in 1899.

Because in a previous experiment, a witch was trapped in 1402 for five days.

When she returned to the modern world, her body had aged by approximately five centuries, and the journey had caused irreparable damage.

The time she spent traveling took a toll on her health.

Fortunately, wizards have a relatively long lifespan; if it were a Muggle, they might turn to dust the moment they returned.

But even considering a wizard's lifespan, five hundred years is far too long.

She eventually died in the spell damage ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing.

Even more terrifying things are yet to come.

Because people discovered that the life trajectories of everyone she encountered during her "time travel" were all altered.

Of those people, at least twenty-five had descendants who disappeared in modern times.

Because they "were never born".

In addition, time itself is severely disrupted by this behavior that violates the "laws of time".

The witch returned to the modern world on a Tuesday, and that day lasted for two and a half days. Then, on Thursday, it ended in just four hours.

The Ministry of Magic encountered great trouble in covering up the incident, and since then, laws and punishments against time travelers have been strengthened.

Hundreds of laws have been enacted to restrict the use of "time converters".

Moreover, only the Ministry of Magic possesses a limited number of "Time-Turners," making them difficult for ordinary people to obtain.

Because all the spells about time vanished in that experiment.

It's as if someone deliberately erased a piece of history.

In the first playthrough, Owen led a team to attack the Ministry of Magic, aiming to obtain the Time-Turner located there.

Although they can only travel back five days, even just one hour will give them an unparalleled advantage.

Unfortunately, a dark-skinned girl saw through his plan and acted even faster than him!

When he arrived at the Secret Affairs Department with his men, all the magical items had been taken away. Not to mention the Time Converter, not even a single hair was left for him!

Damn Granger!!!

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.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the grandfather paradox does not exist in this world.

If a person travels back in time and kills their immediate family member, then in this world, he, his relatives, and the entire family will disappear into the annals of time, leaving no trace of their existence in history.

Aside from the Department of Mysteries and some of Nick's legendary magical artifacts, which allow observation of this history, for most wizards, that history is like the wind, easily blown away.

"However, there are still some dangers!"

After all, according to a certain fan fiction, the unfortunate Potter children seem to be able to rewrite history in a crazy way.

It's possible that the future version of himself who walks alongside him might encounter unexpected situations while filling in the gaps in history.

After all, that's a matter of time!

The greatest magic besides the magic of love!

"Click, click!"

Strolling deep into the forbidden forest.

Suddenly, Irving heard a few strange noises.

It sounded like some sharp object piercing something.

"Ultimate Fluorescent Flash!"

He threw a ball of fireflies toward the direction from which the sound came.

A faint, pale glow tore a corner of the darkness, allowing Owen to glimpse the terrifying abyss so close at hand.

They were a group of huge, terrifying monsters.

At first, Irving thought it was just a lost eight-eyed giant spider.

After all, the Forbidden Forest is teeming with these dark creatures.

He hadn't seen the giant eight-eyed spiders for a long time since he wiped them out last year!

According to the Weasley twins, who are frequent visitors to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's most troublesome students, and who were despised by the Gryffindors for failing to transfer schools.

After Christmas last year, they didn't encounter any more giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest until summer vacation.

That kind of creature seems to have disappeared!

"Damn it~"

We've stumbled upon a hornet's nest!

Without the slightest hesitation, Irving made a swift and easy escape!

The bushes were stained with blood, and the ground was littered with the corpses of countless wizards, Muggles, and centaurs.

Some creature with the body of a monkey and the head of various animals was extending long tentacles from its mouthparts, which pierced directly into the heads of the corpses.

It was unclear whether the "food" was dead or alive; it tilted its head back, its eyes glazing white. It looked like a savory tofu pudding being sucked away by a monster.

Some kind of black liquid was 'squeezed' out of his eye sockets.

This horrifying scene looks remarkably like a creature called the Alien.

The horrifying scene of facehuggers covering his face triggered one of Irving's few childhood traumas.

So please, never open your uncle's CDs!

"Collapse, retreat, and sell off"

Kyrie Irving made a decisive run!

"Click!"

All around, the sounds of gently prying open your skull and slowly sipping your tofu pudding rise and fall.

"Holy crap!"

We can't just give away his brilliant mind like this!

If you're going to eat, eat Justin's brain.

Brand new, never used!

Absolutely sweet!

"Damn it!" Owen, who was brainstorming, didn't even need to turn around to realize that the number of monsters in the surrounding woods was terrifying.

He was discovered the instant he threw out the glowing light.

In an instant!

Several monsters, whose mouthparts were still intact, charged at him frantically!

"Hey~ You idiot from the future! What kind of crappy road did you bring?!"

When Kyrie Irving gets really angry, he even curses himself.

As he ran, he turned sideways and extended his wand.

A red light emanated from the tip of the wand, and the monster behind him was instantly blasted away.

But without the slightest pause, the monster got up almost immediately after falling.

"Damn it!"

The woods on both sides were filled with many noisy figures.

Although he couldn't see very clearly in the dark, he could tell with his toes that the situation was absolutely terrible.

"Whoosh~"

A whooshing sound came from behind.

Owen instinctively looked down and saw a frog-like mouthpart made up of chunks of flesh rushing past him. Startled, he instinctively threw out several cutting spells, chopping the thing into several pieces.

However, this seemed to be of little use, because the thing healed itself in an instant.

"Avada Kedavra~~~"

A dazzling green light appeared.

Then Death descended, but this time, what puzzled Death was where the soul he was about to harvest was.

Yes, like the one born from death, although it took the Killing Curse head-on, the monster that seemed to be possessed by an alien did indeed fall to the ground.

But soon, it was as if broken building blocks were repaired by a healing spell.

He hadn't run far when the creature revived and caught up with him.

"I hate monsters that can resurrect!!!"

A chase was about to end before it even began.

Faced with this immortal monster, Owen couldn't think of any good solutions.

At that moment, Kakuzu, Hidan, and all sorts of immortal beings popped into his mind.

If it's just one or two, he'll be easy to deal with.

But—just by casually turning his head and glancing around, he saw more than a dozen of them.

He can cast spells to split the earth and bind several animals.

Even if you don't die, it's not easy to crawl out of the ground.

But the reality is that if he is even slightly distracted, countless mouthparts will attack him.

There's no escaping it.

"Bang!"

He raised his hand again and threw out a petrification spell.

The effect was minimal; they were merely knocked away, and the spell did little damage to them.

Danger was closing in; the zombies that were about to devour its brains were now only a few feet away from it.

"I'm going to cast some illegal spells!"

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Irving simply gave up.

He slammed on the brakes, then raised his wand high and circled around the car once.

He shouted arrogantly, "Try this!"

"Fierce Fire—A Wildfire!"

"Fire Shield - Protect You!!!"

Two curses.

Crimson and azure flames suddenly erupted from the tip of his wand.

It was like a bursting balloon; the flames expanded instantly, growing larger and larger in the wind! It spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a raging cloud of fire.

"Chase! Do you fucking like chasing?!"

Irving suddenly turned around amidst the flames.

Upon seeing the monsters still relentlessly pursuing him, an overwhelming rage surged within him. He brandished his wand and pointed it directly at them.

Holy crap, it's an alien!!

Die, you bastard!!!

A red dragon suddenly emerged from the fiery clouds. With a wave of its arm, it roared and charged toward the countless brain-eating monsters.

Along the way, the surrounding bushes were instantly ignited, and countless monsters were reduced to ashes in an instant.

At extremely high temperatures, they didn't even have time to struggle before turning into dust.

"Haha! See that? You really do need fire to deal with wild beasts!"

"slow fire!!!"

Irving was able to look directly up at the screen.

The firelight illuminated his face brilliantly. He was bathed in light.

This is his most prized magic so far.

The two flames fuel each other.

In an instant, the raging fire can be unleashed to the greatest extent.

Of course, he can't control the flames yet, but they're perfect for clearing out areas.

Irving is feeling smug.

His gaze swept over the oil painting depicting the raging flames and starry sky around him.

His smile vanished in an instant at just one glance.

"No way! Bro! Locked in health?"

Amidst the flames, the struggling corpse suddenly came back to life.

Many gray spots emerged from the golden-blue radiance.

Although they are small and will be consumed by the flames in an instant, it is undeniable that those gray spots will reappear in just a moment.

"Dumbledore's crooked nose!"

"Are they really immortal?"

Although Irving knew perfectly well that the spell that could kill these monsters was the Ancient Flame.

The eternal fire can burn forever, keeping these creatures in an eternal cycle of life and death.

Until their unknown resurrection ability is exhausted.

The problem is—he doesn't know how to use the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire!

Lost~

With a fire shield protecting him and a fierce fire spell, he thought he was no weaker than the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire, but even this combination couldn't completely kill them.

and--

The fire dragon in the sky was about to escape his control.

After obtaining the fuel for the fire shield.

The raging fire surged several times over in a frenzy.

Maintaining this level of magic is beyond human capability.

I have to find a way to escape, otherwise, even if the zombies don't eat my brains, I'll be burned to death by their rampage!

How about trying teleportation?

Although Irving cannot guarantee that he will be able to move in all four limbs after the teleportation, there is really no other way now.

"Meow~"

Perhaps the scorching heat caused the temperature in Irving's arms to rise sharply, and the hot environment woke up the lazy cat that was lying on his chest.

Then it poked its head out.

Then she stared at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Meow? Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow?"

Although Irving couldn't understand the cat's language.

But he was certain that Sirocco had just said, "Hey buddy! Why aren't you asleep so late?"

"Meow meow meow meow? (Do something to help!)" Owen tried to contact Sirocco by listening to its cries.

"Meow?" Sirocco leaped onto his shoulder, then stretched out its limbs, its tail held high.

Then it sat upright, licked its paws, and started talking in cat language: "Meow meow (you) meow meow meow meow (with a really heavy accent) meow meow meow meow meow meow (and the grammar is all wrong)."

"Stop meowing, little princess. If you meow any longer, we'll both have to report to Avalon!"

Owen roared, gripping his wand tightly with both hands.

Despite this, the wand in his hand continued to tremble wildly.

He's about to lose his grip.

"Meow~ (Weak!)"

Sirocco cried out.

Then he leaped forward.

The next second, Owen felt the world change color. He felt as if he had entered outer space, where the cylindrical passageway shimmered with the light of stars, and countless golden lines supported this strange and wondrous world like pillars supporting the heavens.

"Sirocco?!?"

"Owen shouted, staring at the white cat's golden striped neck, speechless with shock."

You really do have Zouwu blood!

So which Zouwu made a mistake?!

A sudden reversal of time and space.

"Turning the world upside down" is not enough to describe what Irving perceived.

He prefers to call it passing through a stargate.

They arrived on another planet.

They returned to the dark forest.

Feeling like he'd escaped a disaster, Owen twisted his neck and trembled as he retracted his wand.

My magic has run out!

so tired!

Just as he was about to investigate where in the Forbidden Forest he was, preparing to return to the castle to call for help and get revenge!

An arrow flew through the air and 'bang'ed right over his head, embedding itself in a tree behind him.

The sound was chilling.

"ha?"

It wouldn't be so bad as to say it was frightening—but it was just too dark in front of me.

So the stubborn Irving refused to admit that he was actually panicking.

He raised his hand and threw an "Avada Kedavra" spell over.

This time, Death acted as the third wheel.

A ghastly green death ray.

It illuminated the darkness.

Irving finally got a clear look at the person who attacked him.

Hmm—the upper part is human, with red hair and beard, but the lower part is a shiny brown-red horse body, with a long red tail trailing behind.

A human body with a ponytail.

It turns out this was a centaur.

The person opposite them was still in the posture of drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, but their pupils were not focused.

The Death Curse brushed past him and crashed into the tree trunk behind him.

With a snap, the tree trunk broke off, and the loud thud that hit the ground startled the poor centaur awake.

"Hey (#`O′), didn't your mother tell you not to shoot randomly in the woods?" Irving preemptively accused the villain.

He was carrying Sirocco, wand in hand.

Always be prepared: If something happens, don't rush; just call the cat to run away.

I don't know why, but the Forbidden Forest looks a bit scary tonight.

There are too many enemies.

"Who are you?"

Immediately afterwards, many centaurs gathered from the dark jungle, some holding torches to dispel the surrounding darkness.

"I?"

Irving pointed to his robes. "Are you blind?! Can't you see this outfit?!"

"Hogwarts?"

"No junior wizard could venture so deep into the forest." The centaur seemed quite distrustful of his identity.

"It must be an outsider in disguise!"

"That's right, the spell he just used was a killing spell, a kind of magic only the most evil wizards would use!"

"Hey!" Owen interrupted the centaur who called him evil.

"I am the Dark Knight, OK? Darkness is not the same as evil! An Auror uses the Killing Curse, is he evil?"

Kyrie Irving launched into a tirade of criticism.

In his mind, however, he was browsing through knowledge about centaurs.

The book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" clearly records this.

Centaurs are magical creatures whose upper bodies are humanoid, while their lower bodies are like those of horses.

They are a separate species, namely centaurs.

Instead of being hybrids, centaurs, despite possessing intelligence similar to humans, were classified as "beasts" by the British Ministry of Magic because they did not want to share human identity with creatures such as she-demons and vampires.

Generally speaking, centaurs are very proud of their race and become extremely irritable when they feel that a human might want to "use" them, regardless of whether that person is doing so intentionally or not.

Furthermore, I am very grateful for the Ministry of Magic's "unwavering efforts" in recent years.

Nowadays, the relationship between centaurs and humans is not exactly one of hostility, but it can be described as one of complete estrangement.

The wizard had no idea what centaur tribal society was really like.

And our senior, Newt.

He seemed uninterested in any creature with a normal human body.

It's true that he's not interested in people!

Hmm—After summarizing his knowledge about centaurs, Owen suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have much room for deception!

The other party doesn't need anything.

How can I fool myself then?

"Who are you?"

At that moment, a handsome man with shimmering platinum-gold hair, a silver body, and a silver ponytail emerged from among the centaurs and walked over.

The platinum horseman sized Irving up before cautiously asking, "Irving Sanchez?"

"Why?"

Irving was startled by the sound?

Has this guy become that famous?

"You recognize me?"

"Of course." The centaur with platinum hair walked over. "My name is Ferenze."

"I saw you and Dumbledore clearing the growing number of dark creatures from the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore spoke to me about you."

Ok?

Owen instantly understood that the centaur named Frenzer was referring to the incident last year when he and Dumbledore used Fiendfire to burn a large number of eight-eyed spiders to death.

The problem is—he was using a female account at the time!

How did this centaur know that Lani was him?

"This way," Ferenczek invited him. "The Forbidden Forest won't be peaceful tonight."

Yes, tonight's Forbidden Forest will not be peaceful.

Irving knew this, so he did not refuse Ferencze's invitation.

He needs time to clear his head and figure out what's going on.

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.

And it's not just the Forbidden Forest that's causing unrest.

Tonight, Malfoy Manor is also filled with unease.

Lucius paced back and forth in the living room.

He was waiting.

We are waiting for people, and we are also waiting for things to happen.

Many things are about to happen.

Given that Fudge was bound to step down, the two men he supported, Barty Crouch and Rufus Scrimgeour, were both considered top contenders for the championship.

He needs to know who will be sitting in that seat after tomorrow!

Of course, besides that, he was also waiting for another group of people.

"Master, they're here." With a bang, a timid house-elf appeared in the room.

"Alright, you can go now!"

"Yes, Master." Phoebe kept her head down, never daring to look up at Lucius even once.

After the little elf pushed it away.

Lucius slowly sat down, his gaze towards the door gradually calming down.

Suddenly, the candle in the living room flickered.

Then he thought he must be seeing things.

Because in front of him, it was as if space itself had suddenly been cleaved open.

A gap appeared.

Then it gradually expanded.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's voice rang out, "Hey! Be careful! Don't let others get in your way!"

"Don't worry, it's in the living room, so probably no one will be that unlucky." The speaker was a boy.

"What nonsense are you talking about! The living room? Don't people eat there?"

A slapping sound came, followed by the sound of the space in front of them being suddenly torn apart.

Many people gradually emerged from among them.

"Looks like this went smoothly!"

These people have different skin tones, different appearances, and different clothes.

Even the English accents they speak vary.

The only thing they had in common was their age.

They are all quite young.

Lucius guessed that none of the people in the group were over thirty years old.

"Hello, may I ask who you are? Um."

(End of this chapter)