I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 18 is, of course, about making money by selling courses! (You know that without me saying it.)

At this moment, in the open space outside Hogwarts Castle.

A flat area near the Quidditch pitch.

Irving had been waiting for a long time.

In the distance, one after another, panting young wizards arrived.

Seeing the group of people hunched over, sweating profusely, Irving, who had prepared his words, blurted out: "Terrible!"

"I get out of breath after running just a few steps."

"You are the worst class of wizards I have ever taught."

???

Along with Hannah and Justin—all the young wizards present had many questions on their minds.

What happened?

What did he say?

"In light of Mr. Harry Potter's repeated requests."

Actually, it only happened once.

"I'm going to give you a special training session."

"Special training?" Harry's heart leaped with joy. "Are you going to teach us new spells?"

"No—it's not a curse!"

"It's about principles, you know what principles are, right?" Owen, who could speak without thinking, continued with empty promises: "Learning magic at Hogwarts is just for fun. To really learn magic, you have to go to Azkaban."

Do you know why?

"I—" Hermione was about to speak when Owen's voice forcefully silenced her.

"I knew you guys didn't understand anything."

"Hogwarts has changed so many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, year after year, but has it made any difference? It's just the same old wine in new bottles!"

"Even Voldemort had something to say: Who are my opponents? Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and at the very least, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic."

"And look at us now: what Quirrell? Can he be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He's not capable of that, you know that!" Owen continued his rambling with deep sorrow and heartache, "If this continues, what will become of Harry Potter? Neville Longbottom? That kid's ruined."

"You've already lost at the starting line, do you even realize that?"

"Let's be practical and first understand the concept of this magic. I think Snape would be a good fit as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Why wouldn't Professor Dumbledore allow it?"

"If this continues, Hogwarts will lose to Durmstrang, then to Beauxbatons, and finally to Ilvermorny. Then they'll have nothing left to lose to, and they'll lose all face."

Owen stopped and turned to look at the bewildered young wizards with a meaningful expression.

After all that nonsense he spouted...

Whether Harry and the others understood or not is unknown.

But a sense of urgency that they were about to fall behind others arose spontaneously.

Of course, this is the effect Irving wanted.

As for how he did it—simply put it: if you stomp, you'll feel numb too.

If you were also 11 years old and got fooled by Kyrie Irving like that, you'd be anxious too.

"Therefore, our most urgent task right now is not to learn any spells, but to establish a magical philosophy that belongs to Hogwarts!"

"Do you all agree with what I said?"

Irving opened his arms wide, eagerly awaiting praise!

But what responded to him were the blank expressions on Harry's and the others' faces.

Hmph! It's obvious at a glance that she completely failed to appreciate his good intentions.

"Okay, it seems everyone was really touched by what I said!"

"Ahem." He coughed a few times, feigning concern, then changed the subject, saying, "What I'm about to talk about are all internal documents! The most crucial information."

"Hannah and the others are one thing. But Harry—"

"what?"

"I'll give you three a discount, but it'll cost you two Galleons."

"Why?" The moment money was mentioned, Ron's dizzy little head immediately cleared up.

Immediately, he looked up and questioned.

"Why? Because I'm a Hufflepuff. Teaching Hannah and the others is promoting internal exchange within the academy, while teaching you is aiding the enemy!" Owen touched his few remaining, false consciences and said, "Besides, I need to eat too. Are you going to watch me starve to death on the streets?"

"???"

As soon as Owen finished speaking, all the young wizards rolled their eyes at him!

That's such a ridiculous lie—it's so unimaginative!

Hermione thought to herself, "Even if you said it was to save up for hospital fees so you'd get beaten up by Aurors someday, I'd believe you to some extent."

starve?

How dare you, a Hufflepuff, say such a thing!

But—only at this moment. Only when Irving himself said it.

Hermione then realized that the rascal in front of her was actually from Hufflepuff House, not Slytherin! (crossed out) — Azkaban!

"Harry, stop—" Hermione quickly raised her hand to stop Harry when he actually pulled two Galleons out of his pocket.

You actually gave it to me?! Are you crazy?!

"Forget it, Hermione, it's just two Galleons." The rich man, Ha, casually interrupted Hermione's outstretched hand that was trying to stop him.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed two Galleons to Irving.

Hermione was stunned by what she saw.

Goodness, I forgot this guy is a millionaire!

In an instant, the profound emotions of not forgetting the suffering of the class system and remembering the blood and tears of hatred made Hermione immediately throw the sympathy that had just arisen to the back of her mind.

As a Muggle, she has to be very careful with every Galleon she owns.

Moreover, she enjoys buying all sorts of books.

That amount of money is definitely not enough.

Look at Harry again!

snort!

A seemingly insurmountable chasm has formed between us!

"Ahem." Owen, with a fawning smile, accepted the protection money from Harry Potter. "The boss is generous, but I'm charging two Galleons per class, don't mistake it for a buyout."

"."

Upon hearing this, Harry's face darkened instantly.

Two Galleons at a time—even if he had a lot of money, he couldn't afford such an expense.

But then I thought, since I've already paid, I'll just listen to one lesson first and then we'll see what happens.

Seeing that Harry didn't say anything, Owen immediately began the formal lesson.

"Alright then! Little Sunflower Mom's Class is now in session."

"First, we need to understand what the most important skill a wizard must master is!" He then turned to Hermione, "Granger, please answer."

"Me?" Hermione pointed to herself, looking disgusted. "Spells? Magic? Duel techniques?"

"That's a good answer, Gryffindor gets two points. But Ravenclaw despises you. Because knowledge is the most important thing," Owen said confidently. "However, since most wizards are wand-wielding baboons, expecting them to have any fighting ability is harder than Harry getting an 'O' on his Potions exam."

"so--"

"What's most important to a wizard!" Hermione couldn't help but complain. She'd paid for this, not to listen to you padding your word count—ah—no,—gossiping! (Seems to be the same idea!)

"roll!"

"roll?"

"That's right, it's rolling!" Owen declared confidently. "A wizard who can't roll, what's the difference between him and someone who only knows how to commit suicide? Do you really think you're Dumbledore? That you can just stand there and fight anyone?"

"A true wizard fights like an assassin! Sneaking into the village—slitting his throat. Killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles! Nothing is true, everything is permitted! Do you understand?!"

As he spoke, Owen pulled his new wand out of his pocket!

Nothing much to do today, so I'll continue slacking off and writing. When will I get a holiday?!

(End of this chapter)