I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 189: The Shifting Stars and the Completion of History.

"after?"

Hermione was speechless for a moment.

Because Draco's image involuntarily popped into her mind.

Don't get me wrong, she had no feelings for that idiot who kept calling her a Mudblood (he doesn't dare call her that now, but he used to) and was starting to go bald.

She was just thinking, how could people like the Malfoy family, who always considered themselves superior, possibly admit to being backward or give up their superior status as wizards?

A thought flashed through her mind.

Hermione finally understood what Owen meant.

The more advanced and developed Muggles become, the more intense the conflict between them and wizards will become.

Because of the long-standing discrimination against Muggles, wizards would never admit that they might be lagging behind, not even that possibility.

"Sooner or later, there will be a bigger war, either the wizards will fall completely, or Muggles will return to the Middle Ages. The conflict between them can never be resolved," Owen said quietly. "Unless—"

"Unless what?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Unless...when are you running for Minister of Magic?" Owen changed the subject and asked Hermione with a serious expression.

"ha?"

"There's only one way to save the British wizarding world! Hermione becomes Hermione soup—cough cough—Hermione becomes Minister for Magic."

"Me?" Hermione was taken aback. Looking at Owen's burning gaze (it was just her imagination), her fair neck turned slightly red and her cheeks felt a little hot.

He lowered his head involuntarily.

"Yes! At this time, with Fudge dead and the world in chaos, if Gongtai raises the banner of righteousness, Gryffindor will surely respond, and other like-minded people should also lend their support."

"In my opinion, the Ministry of Magic must be empty. Such a golden opportunity, let's storm in. We'll avoid that pathetic position, you become Minister, and we'll become high-ranking officials. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Owen spread his hands, a hint of mockery in his serious expression.

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"Forehead"

Hermione's flushed cheeks instantly cooled, then her face visibly darkened. She glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She heard a whole bunch of things, and although she didn't hear everything, she understood the general meaning.

These are all lines that speak of a fatherless, disloyal, and treacherous wolf in sheep's clothing.

If she rushed into the Ministry of Magic at this moment, how would she be any different from Voldemort?

Even if she were to become Minister for Magic, she would choose to defeat all other candidates in the most honorable way, and then walk into that position amidst the support and cheers of the crowd.

How could you use such despicable means?

"I think Owen, you would be a great candidate to be Minister of Magic. You're so strong and know so much, you're definitely much better than Fudge!" Hannah interjected.

She glanced at Hermione.

His expression was somewhat displeased.

You still want to be Minister of Magic? Dream on!

If anyone's going to be in charge, it should be Kyrie Irving!

"I also think Owen would be a good fit!" Harry and Ron said in unison.

They weren't impressed by Irving's long speech.

I mainly didn't understand it very well, but I thought it was all very impressive.

"Yes, I think so too." Then another young wizard agreed.

It's Luna.

She was wearing the bunny ears that Owen had given her last summer.

Its silver eyes sparkled, and its round, chubby cheeks were plump and bulging.

If Irving wasn't mistaken, she must have just been sneaking a bite of candy from the counter.

candy

His gaze passed over Luna and landed on the two red-haired boys.

Stop! Weasley, stop taking things from the store!!!

He wanted to scold him.

But George, or perhaps Fred, seemed to sense his gaze and immediately raised his hand, silently holding up one finger.

Seeing this, Irving immediately swallowed back the words that had just come out.

very good!

What they mean is that after returning to Hogwarts, they sell the property, keep 10% of the proceeds, and keep 90% for themselves, right?

Row!

As the student council president, I knew nothing and saw nothing.

Oh! Right, where's that cloth bag in my pocket that's been enchanted with an infinite stretching spell?

Why can't I find it?

Oh dear! How could I be so careless!

Gemini, who was secretly and frantically stuffing things into his pockets, was hit on the head by a cloth bag.

He picked up the things that had smashed him.

It was a brown cloth bag with no discernible features.

The two then looked at Owen with a puzzled expression.

Seeing his lowered gaze, she gestured for herself to use the bag.

George, understanding immediately, had a bright idea. He reached into the bag, and his smile became even more exaggerated.

Hehe—this new student council president really knows how to get people's attention.

If I become the Minister of Magic in the future—wow, that would be like heaven!

"I have no interest in being Minister of Magic." Owen's words drew the young wizard's attention back to him, which was about to drift away due to the rustling sounds made by the twins.

"I yearn for freedom!"

"Free men! (Senna Golan people) cannot bear the shackles!"

Irving turned around with a flourish, revealing a confident smile.

Forget about the Minister of Magic, to hell with him!

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Um—it seems he really did go to see a ghost.

"Cough cough!!!"

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, speculating about the position of Minister of Magic,

A cough suddenly came from outside the store.

The young wizards were startled.

The next second, four or five spells flew out.

"Wait a minute!" the man exclaimed.

But it didn't work.

However, as a veteran Auror, although somewhat disheveled, he managed to evade the non-lethal curses by quickly crawling down.

"Phew~~~" Kingsley wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then he slowly got up and made a gesture behind him.

"It's me! Kingsley Shackle." He quickly explained.

Then he stepped into the store.

Is Hogwarts now breeding monsters?

His heart was screaming!

Although Kingsley served as an assistant professor at Hogwarts for a few weeks, he still felt a headache whenever he faced the young wizards’ amazing and astonishing magical abilities!

He had personally witnessed the unruly behavior of those young wizards at Hogwarts. Fights seemed to break out in some corner at any moment.

Although I heard that the student council president, Owen Sanchez, forcefully suppressed most of the brawls, they were still the kind of fights that involved only two or three people in small corners.

It is impossible to completely eliminate it.

After all, it's impossible for Owen to monitor every little wizard.

This is only third grade!

Kingsley glanced at most of the young wizards in the shop.

He saw a hint of fear on their youthful faces.

The magical abilities of these children will undoubtedly far surpass the combined capabilities of the Ministry of Magic's current violent institutions, but for now, they have inevitably slid into a rather dangerous abyss.

They spend all their time fighting and scheming to defeat wizards from other academies. If this continues, most of them will eventually fall into the embrace of dark magic.

Because compared to white magic, and compared to those non-lethal defensive spells, the power of black magic is obvious.

He was worried, worried that some of the children might become dark wizards.

Especially that little wizard named Owen Sanchez!

They also formed teams together.

This was even more of a headache for him than the Death Eaters!

"Kingsley?" Owen turned sideways, wand raised, his expression serious. "You say you're Kingsley, so you really are Kingsley? How can I be sure you're not a Death Eater in disguise?"

The tip of his wand emitted a faint red glow.

Be ready to fire a shot at the imposter in front of you at any moment.

Upon hearing Owen's words, the young wizards, who had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again!

Yes! Irving is right.

He says he's Kingsley, but is he really him?

Voldemort was just impersonating Barty Crouch!

With that thought in mind, they raised their wands again.

"Please briefly prove that you are yourself!" Irving said.

"???"

Kingsley's dark face was covered with black lines.

I prove that I am myself.

Do you want to hear what kind of nonsense you're spouting?

"I am Kingsley, and I also know that you are Owen Sanchez. Harry Potter, one of the Weasleys' three children, or Hermione Granger and Abbott's daughter," he said curtly.

Justin: ? ? ?

Why am I not included?

"Tch~~~ Anyone who reads books and newspapers knows me, so what's the big deal?"

"I have something Fudge has to give you," he continued.

"and--"

His expression suddenly became somewhat unnatural; it was a complex, indescribable, and strange expression.

There was a hint of laughter mixed in with sadness, and a touch of coldness mixed in with grief.

In short, a fan-shaped pattern appeared on his face, roughly two-quarters sad, one-fifth indifferent, one-sixth comical, and finally, barely suppressed.

"Fudge died here."

"Huh?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

"To be precise," he pointed to the twins, who were sneaking around in a recess in what looked like a blown-up cabinet, frantically collecting the surrounding merchandise.

He died there.

Quiet!

"Bang!"

Not just George, but one of them, holding the prank product "Nose-Biting Teacup," suddenly let go.

Then came the crisp sound of a teacup shattering.

However, it didn't break, since it wasn't a real teapot.

But this activated it.

The teapot lid suddenly opened its mouth.

Then, with a leap, it bit Ron, who was closest to the twins.

"Ouch! Ugh~" Poor Ron let out a scream.

Finally, the eerie silence was broken.

"Hiss hiss hiss~~~" Owen gasped.

"This is truly like looking for a ghost while carrying a lantern on a grave!"

His face was embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He just went on and on about how he belittled the Minister of Magic.

And Gemini.

Their reaction was even stronger.

Realizing what had happened, the two brothers let out a wail and lunged at Irving.

Like a startled rabbit.

Just as they rushed into his arms, someone's mischievous hand slipped the cloth bag into his pocket.

This gives fear a comical undertone.

However, apart from Gemini, everyone else's reaction was quite normal.

Hermione Hannah got up and headed towards the door.

Kingsley stopped him.

Justin then jumped onto the counter, making a complete fool of himself.

Luna, on the other hand, seemed the most relaxed during this process, her expression never changing.

The reason is that Luna truly believes Fudge has raised an army of fire spirits, constantly plotting to overthrow the magical world.

Perhaps for her, hearing that Fudge died here might actually be a good thing.

"If this is what you want, then take it!" Kingsley took a deep breath, calming the agitation in his heart, and then casually pulled a large magical object from his pocket and handed it to Owen.

Yes, it's huge!

Irving took the time converter, which looked like a miniature version of the Academy timer, from his hands.

It was so huge.

It looks like a small hourglass. It's a full foot tall (thirty centimeters).

Compared to the original time converter, this one is ridiculously large.

"How do I use it?" He fiddled with the magnificent, golden time converter, which looked like it was made of jade and encased in gold. Inside the transparent crystal vessel were tiny specks of sand-like substance.

huh~~

This is the time converter.

Great magical items in the Wizarding World.

That sand-like substance is actually a tangible form of a magic spell.

A time-based curse.

Unfortunately, with the passage of time, that spell has been lost to the past. All we can see now are the remnants, which have been made into magical artifacts resembling time-changing devices.

"The wand strikes its crystal surface, and each turn marks one hour," Kingsley explained.

"I'm warning you again, this is the most dangerous magical artifact in the world. If something goes wrong, it won't just affect you or the people around you; it will affect the entire world."

"I know." Owen tapped the surface of the hourglass in his hand with his wand.

Sure enough, a strange rhythm came from within.

The grains of sand within the crystal floated up like snowflakes.

Crystal clear and sparkling.

Owen had a sudden realization: if he turned the crystal now, time would reverse.

"No! You don't understand at all!" Kingsley looked at the child in front of him as if he had received a fun toy, and rarely showed an expression of anger.

He stared intently at Irving.

His dark cheeks were filled with vigilance and scrutiny.

"I really don't understand why Dumbledore trusts you so much?" he said.

"Owen Sanchez, a little wizard who's practically a dark wizard, if it weren't for his favoritism, I would have sent you to Azkaban. You deserve it."

"I know." Owen dispelled the strange temporal power emanating from the wand.

He then put the time converter into his pocket.

This is not the place to put it to use.

Then she looked at him with a smile.

"Shakel! Enemies are coming!"

Just as Kingsley continued to scrutinize Owen, seemingly about to leave a warning in his mouth, a shout suddenly came from behind him.

He was a young wizard wearing a brown suit.

"Mr. Ober Benny?" Hermione's eyes widened as she saw the Ministry of Magic official who was already 'dead' once again in disbelief.

"Oh! It's you guys!" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aubrey's cautious face.

However, he quickly restrained himself.

This is not the time to explain those troublesome things.

"The Pighead Bar can't hold out any longer. Mr. Aberforth wants you to go back immediately."

"I understand." Kingsley nodded, then gripped his wand tightly, leaned out, and slipped through the already destroyed doorway.

As he was leaving, he suddenly turned back and said to Owen in a serious tone, enunciating each word clearly: "I will lure away all the enemies around us, and you..."

"Remember this!" His brown eyes held a hint of sadness, a bitter fruit brewed from an unpleasant memory.

Then, a deep, slow voice said, "They are the ones you brought out. Look at your companions; they are with you, so it is your responsibility to bring them back. Back to the castle."

"I hope you never, ever forget this."

Having said that, he led his men into the darkness.

A moment later, a cluster of fireflies suddenly lit up the sky.

Then, the young wizards heard countless whooshing sounds flying overhead.

It could be a Death Eater, or just an ordinary dark wizard, or some dark creature, or a whole bunch of Dementors.

Harry and Hermione looked worried.

At this moment, even Luna, who disliked the Aurors, the violent institution of the Ministry of Magic, had to admit that Kingsley was a hero.

He deserves it.

"Alright, we should go now." Owen gripped his wand tightly and looked around at the young wizards.

No one will die in front of him.

Unless he falls down first.

They fled back to the castle in the opposite direction from Kingsley.

The process was not without its thrills.

However, they also encountered several surprise attacks.

Several dark creatures and a foolish black wizard who attacked them for Galleons.

However, none of these matters.

Let alone Owen, even Harry and his friends could easily defeat those guys right now.

Finally, after crossing a mountain pass, they heard the figures of several professors in the distance.

It was dark and visibility was poor.

However, Owen could vaguely tell from the frequency of the spells and what kind of spells they were that the person in front of them should be Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw.

"That's enough!"

Irving stopped in his tracks.

The young wizards around him paused, knowing he had more important things to do.

"Irving!"

"Don't follow me," he said.

"Don't follow me silently anymore. It's dangerous."

He smiled, waved, and gestured for them to leave.

Harry paused, as if he had a lot to say.

But in the end, he held back.

After nodding to Owen, he, Ron, and the reluctant Hermione and the twins turned and headed towards the mountaintop.

"You should go back too! Go see how Professor Sprout is doing," he said softly to Hannah.

Then he glared at Justin.

That kid is pretty clever.

He responded immediately, and pulled Hannah along as they headed up the mountain.

The little witch was very reluctant to leave, but she didn't force her to stay. She simply turned around, her golden braids leaving a trail of light in the snow.

She did not speak.

He seemed to realize that he could never catch up with Irving's pace.

The expression on his face as he turned away revealed a sense of sorrow.

"You're the only one left."

"I think I can help you!" Luna blinked and said in a singing tone.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know why," she said. "Maybe it's fate!"

"Fate?" Owen smiled, then his gaze passed over the darkness halfway up the mountain, as if he could see through the forest not far away, where someone existed deep in the depths.

"Everything was predetermined."

"Give me your hand!" he said.

Hearing this, Luna smiled. Then she skipped over to him and extended her fair hand.

Irving held her hand tightly.

They stood side by side on a mound.

The time converter in his arms flew out of his pocket, lifted by a magic spell.

Then it hovered in front of Irving.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course, this will be a great adventure!" she said with anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Owen smiled without saying a word, and gently tapped the crystal with his other hand, which was holding the spell.

Then, slowly controlling the crystal, it began to reverse.

"call!"

Suddenly, it was as if the world had been put on pause.

The snowflakes, crystal clear, floated in the air.

Then it began to rise rapidly.

On the earth, the accumulated snow melted back into snowflakes, like returning to a mother's embrace, reaching towards the sky.

Dark clouds surged like waves.

At a certain moment.

A huge gap appeared in the dark clouds.

Through that gap, countless stars twinkled in the sky.

The purple light pierced through the earth, stretching from one end of the sky to the other.

On the earth, at the mountainside.

The brilliant starry sky accompanied a certain rhythm in Irving's hands.

It flowed backwards like a shooting star.

At that moment, he seemed to be the master of the world.

Wholeheartedly dedicated, capable of anything.

Until the western part of the earth, a sliver of the setting sun rose from beneath the mountain peaks.

It then rose higher and higher, eventually hanging high in the sky.

The sunlight and the disc player scattered the stars.

It also dispelled the darkness.

"Huff~ Huff~" I don't know why.

He hadn't exerted much effort, but he was still panting heavily.

Luna was also panting.

Such a magnificent scene overwhelmed them; besides shock, they felt a profound sense of powerlessness, realizing their own insignificance only after witnessing the world's grandeur.

Fortunately, that feeling came and went quickly.

After calming down, Irving quickly put the time-tamper back into his pocket.

It is currently around 5 p.m.

Although it was already bright, it was beginning to get dark.

At that moment, he and Harry were walking around with the Dementors in the open space in front of Quidditch.

Strangely enough, the professor didn't even notice the commotion caused by walking the Dementor.

"This is~" Luna lacked the most basic psychological expectation that the sky would suddenly brighten in the blink of an eye.

It's not her fault; no one would speak like that.

"Time-Turner." Owen looked around.

In the freezing weather, few young wizards besides Harry and his friends were willing to leave the castle. All they had around them were the dry grass, the bare earth, and the cold wind.

He then explained the function of the time converter to Luna.

Amidst the little elf's exclamations, she finally understood that time could indeed be reversed.

What are you doing here?

"Go back now!"

A voice came from afar.

That was Professor Lupin.

Tomorrow is the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao)!

Regardless, let's all give it our all. It really was a very important exam, and I've come to realize that many years later.

Here, I sincerely hope that everyone will achieve top scores in the exams and get into the schools they desire.

(End of this chapter)