I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 190 No!! Professor.

On the desolate land, a cold wind blew from the sea, from the east of Hogwarts.

The wind carries a heavy, moist atmosphere.

It's as if a terrifying curse has been cast upon it in the depths of winter.

It's cold no matter where you hide.

The air was damp, sticky, and omnipresent.

The cold seems to have eyes, specifically targeting young wizards, creeping in through their sleeves or covering their faces and hands, making you truly feel what a Scottish winter is like!

Irving shuddered.

The sound of the wind whistling through the layers of trees came from the depths of the forbidden forest.

It was a terrifying howling sound.

Along with the clapping sounds that sounded like millions of hands were clapping.

What are you doing here?

"Hurry back to the castle, it's dangerous outside."

The person who came had a face covered with wrinkles and scars.

His hair was gray, and he was wearing a brown robe.

The robe was clearly cleansed by magic multiple times.

And it's a Muggle product.

Because the cuffs and collar have already turned white.

Magical clothing is available at a wide variety of establishments, from the mass-market Madam Malkin's Robes boutique to the luxury boutique, Elegance, a popular European fashion brand specializing in wizarding attire. Even the secondhand robe shop frequented by Mrs. Weasley is a place of interest.

Any clothing made by a wizard will be imbued with a permanent spell.

Although it is said to be permanent, it is actually limited in time, but its resistance to the wear and tear of time may last for hundreds of years.

It will never turn white.

Unless it has been corrupted by magic.

"Professor Lupin?"

The two looked at the professor, who was highly regarded in the junior wizarding community, with considerable surprise.

He wasn't injured just a few hours ago.

That means Professor Lupin must have been attacked shortly afterward.

—The professor arrived, travel-worn, on the hillside path.

Owen noticed that he was gripping his wand tightly.

His once honest face was now covered with frost and anger.

"It's dangerous here," he emphasized as he approached.

"What happened, Professor?" Luna asked cautiously.

The professor glanced at Luna, then his pale blue eyes fell on Owen.

Just now, he noticed something strange about the Dementors outside the castle.

We are preparing to go and find out what happened.

But just as he stepped out of the gates of Hogwarts, where the observatory was located, onto the wooden bridge leading to Hagrid's Hut in the Forbidden Forest, he saw the dark wizard he so deeply loathed.

No—it's a werewolf.

Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf.

That changed his life.

The culprit who turned him into a monster.

Greyback the werewolf also noticed Professor Lupin, and his grey-blue eyes immediately revealed a hint of doubt, followed by anger.

He noticed that Lupin, who was also a werewolf, seemed to be working at Hogwarts.

This ignited the anger of Greyback, who believed that "blood is what werewolves deserve and that werewolves should take revenge on normal people."

However, Professor Lupin was even angrier than he was.

Enraged, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately charged madly at the bastard.

What followed was a major battle.

Professor Lupin, who had spent years avoiding human society and never ate meat, was no match for Greyback, who was proud of his werewolf identity. Greyback had thick skin and could withstand several spells without any problems.

But in wizard duels, Professor Lupin is far superior to Graybury.

After a few rounds of fighting, Graybury was clearly at a disadvantage.

Perhaps he was afraid that Dumbledore was in the castle, or perhaps he was afraid that he would be defeated and captured by Professor Lupin.

Fenrir Graybuck did not dare to linger.

After uttering a few sarcastic and mocking remarks, he slipped into the forbidden forest.

"Traces of a dark wizard have been found around the castle," Lupin said worriedly, his hesitant gaze darting back and forth between the child in front of him.

He knew Fenrir Graybuck too well.

That's a monster who's gone mad.

Although Fenrir Greyback was also attacked by werewolves in his early years and became one himself.

But he embarked on a path completely contrary to himself. His twisted soul directly accepted the fact that he was a monster, and making the creation of more monsters his only remaining creed.

His presence near Hogwarts likely had only one purpose: to tear apart those poor children and turn them into werewolves as well.

Become a monster like him!

Thinking about all this only intensified Lupin's anger.

"A dark wizard?" Owen raised an eyebrow.

Which one are you referring to?

"That's right," Professor Lupin was about to reply.

But suddenly, his tone froze.

Then, looking at Irving with a puzzled expression, she asked, "Which one?"

"Who else did you find?"

The next second, a scrutinizing gaze fell on Irving's face.

"There are many." Owen held out his left hand, then counted on his fingers, saying each word carefully, "There's Bella, Avery, Moorseber, Labastan, oh! And a guy named Tils, anyway, a lot!"

Are you sure?

Professor Lu Ping asked in disbelief.

Are there really that many people?

He felt that these names were something the most mischievous child at Hogwarts had seen in the newspaper, and that the child was playing a joke on her.

Irving Sanchez.

The troubled youth who is known to everyone at Hogwarts.

The child who gave the four hospital directors the biggest headache.

Even Professor McGonagall, the most composed, fair, and stern professor in Lupin's mind, would frown upon seeing this child, then turn away and pretend not to see him.

"Of course, I never lie!" Irving patted his chest and said confidently.

"In that case!" Professor Lupin still didn't believe Irving.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore wouldn't have noticed if so many Death Eaters were near Hogwarts.

However—since the child spoke with such certainty, he felt it was still necessary to report to Dumbledore.

"Come with me," he said.

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Owen glanced at Luna and found that she was looking at him too.

A hint of determination shone through his silver eyes.

Immediately, the three of them returned to the castle along the mountain path.

They didn't encounter many people along the way.

This is normal.

Hogwarts doesn't have heating, and the only warm place in the castle is the common rooms of the various houses. And today is Christmas.

If it's not a holiday, there won't be a single person in the castle's corridors.

"Owen~" Luna said timidly.

She followed behind him, her face full of caution.

"Should we avoid everyone else and hide in the shadows?"

"No, no need," Irving replied in a low voice as well.

"Everything we did in the past has already happened. As long as we don't intersect with our past selves, time will fill in any gaps. Don't worry!"

"How amazing!" Her eyes sparkled, and with her silver hair (a magical bunny ear gadget that turns hair silver when worn; Owen gave it to Luna as a Christmas present last year), she looked exactly like a fairy who had descended to earth.

"While that's true, don't go too far."

"Mmm~"

Professor Lu Ping listened to the fragmented sounds behind him.

He didn't hear it very clearly.

Because this is not a quality a professor should have; he never bothers to pry into other people's secrets.

This may be related to the fact that he himself is carrying a huge secret.

The three of them walked up the spiral staircase and arrived at the third floor.

The corridor was now deserted, dark and quiet.

The cold marble gleamed with an unusual, chilling luster.

There was a pool of water on the floor.

I don't know who poured the water here.

The cold weather froze it into ice.

Irving almost fell.

Fortunately, he instinctively grabbed Luna's wrist. The little fairy pulled him back, preventing him from losing face.

"Whose prank was this?"

Kyrie Irving's first thought was Gemini.

However, at this time, the Gemini should be watching Ginny walk the Dementors in an open space.

But—sprinkling water here, at a corner of a corridor, is clearly intentional.

It must be that little wizard's prank, or a trap.

Perhaps that wretched fellow who secretly set up the trap is hiding in some dark corner of the corridor, laughing at him.

Professor Lu Ping shook his head.

A child's mindset.

Using ice as a trap? How childish!

With that thought in mind, he walked around the corner, and then—"Shh!"

The professor abruptly pulled back, pressed himself against the wall, pulled his wand from his robes with his right hand, turned his head, and gestured for Owen and Luna to be quiet.

Then he leaned out himself.

Looking around the corner.

"What happened?"

Luna was startled.

She nervously gripped Owen's hand, took out her own wand, and watched Owen's equally nervous reaction with bated breath.

—That should be around this time.

Irving gripped his wand tightly.

He thought it was some kind of prank.

But now that I think about it, and considering the timing, Professor Lu Ping must have had his accident around that time.

"Who's there!" Professor Lupin shouted.

Then he stepped out from behind the wall at the corner, and a bright glow flew out of his wand, illuminating the dark corridor.

Irving followed him out.

Then, he saw a scene unlike any he had ever witnessed in his life.

All that could be seen on the pale white floor was a stark white.

There was a monster lying on the ground, its limbs wriggling, as if it were gnawing on something.

His footprints left a pool of blood.

Even without seeing what was beneath him, one could tell what the monster was doing.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

Irving and Professor Lupin cast their spells almost simultaneously.

The red curse and the invisible sword struck the monster directly.

With a loud "boom".

The monster was knocked away.

It crashed into the wall with a loud bang.

Falling rocks and blood stained the corridor.

It looks extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"That's right!"

After knocking the monster away, the three of them finally saw what was under them.

"No~no~no!" Professor Lu Ping rushed over.

The wand in his hand continuously unleashed all sorts of powerful spells.

Enraged, he forgot to hold back; all he wanted now was to kill the monster completely.

"That looks like—Lavender Brown of Gryffindor!!!"

Owen's pupils constricted as he immediately recognized the girl lying on the ground, her face deathly pale, with a huge gash torn from her neck.

As Hermione's roommate.

He had met Lavender a few times.

She was a passionate girl with a head of fluffy hair.

To be fair, she's even quite pretty.

She's just not very good at dressing herself.

She often wears pink, sparkly pendants, which makes her look somewhat frivolous.

But in reality, she was a good girl and hadn't done anything particularly heinous. The only thing she did that went too far in the original story was forcibly kissing Ron.

That's just how conservative Britain is.

In the United States, this wouldn't be considered anything special.

The little girl even sent him a few pink letters.

However, he didn't see any of those letters; Hannah burned them all as firewood.

And now, that lively, enthusiastic Hermione who often made her teeth chatter (sarcastically remarking on Hermione's lack of style and tomboyishness) may be lying forever in a pool of blood.

"Ah!" Luna exclaimed.

She also discovered the girl lying in a pool of blood.

A little wizard!!!

Her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, her limbs were paralyzed, and blood was gushing from her neck.

It's hard to believe she's still alive.

"Recover quickly! Recover quickly!!!" Professor Lupin knelt down on Lavender as if he were flying, then took out his wand, aimed it at the wound on her neck, and kept chanting the recovery spell.

"Go find Mrs. Pomfrey quickly," he shouted, turning to Irving.

hoarse voice.

Luna, who had been panicking, finally came to her senses.

After Irving nodded, she immediately ran off, sprinting towards the school hospital on the second floor.

"How is she!" Owen walked over as well, his attention completely drawn to Lavender.

"This is very bad!" Professor Lupin said, trembling.

A faint green light shone from the tip of the wand.

The surrounding blood seemed to be summoned, flowing backward and returning to Lavender's body.

"He is still breathing, but very weakly, and his body temperature is very low, as if he had been picked up from the snow."

"Will she die?" Owen asked directly.

The main problem is that the girl lost too much blood.

Such a mess; in the Muggle world, even if someone collapsed at the door of the emergency room, they wouldn't be able to be saved from such a wound.

"No!" Professor Lu Ping said emphatically.

"Absolutely not!"

Irving could hear the determination in his tone.

He then fell silent.

Instead, he looked at the murderer in the ruins in the corner.

That executioner!

A vampire has somehow infiltrated the castle!

Where's Dumbledore?

Doesn't he have a spyglass that can see everywhere in the castle?

How come you didn't notice?

Vampire? Owen was immediately taken aback.

Could it be—he had just realized something? A roar came from the pile of rocks. "Delicious!"

Then all the stones were shaken apart.

"Armor for protection!"

Irving raised a dark blue suit of armor, protecting himself, Professor Lupin, and Lavender on the ground.

Then, with a look of astonishment, he stared at the monster that had stood up again.

"It's you!"

"Damn it, it's like a persistent ghost!"

It's that Blood Ancestor again!

That blood progenitor who became a Deathborn One!

Wait a minute—when I returned from the open space, I happened to run into the Blood Ancestor, who was wandering outside Hogwarts Castle. If he had escaped from the castle at that time...

So—the perpetrator who attacked Professor Lupin was...

Depend on!

"Professor, watch out!"

Before Irving could warn him, the man suddenly transformed into a pool of flowing blood, which then rushed towards them like a madman.

"Praying God~"

Before Owen could even finish his incantation, the monster's attack was already upon him.

"not good!"

Too fast, and too close!

During the Battle of the Forbidden Forest, the distance between them was far enough that he had enough time to cast a spell or even escape. But this is Hogwarts, a corridor.

He was like a lamb forced to the edge of a cliff, facing a starving wolf, thin as a rake.

There was simply no room to cast a spell.

"Get out of the way!"

At the critical moment, Professor Lupin did not stop casting the resurrection spell.

Instead, the leader pushed Irving away.

Then prepare to withstand the monster's attack.

Lavender's neck wound was healing rapidly, leaving him unable to free his hands.

Moreover, he is a werewolf.

That's what Professor Lu Ping thought.

His physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, so he can withstand several spells without any problems.

Then, his blood surged like a storm, carrying him straight out of the corridor.

"Professor Lupin!"

Owen, who had been slumped on the ground, quickly got up, grabbed his wand, and hurriedly chased after them.

"Protector of God!!!"

A glittering silver light flashed.

A phoenix flying close to the ground, spreading its wings.

Finally, at the very moment of turning the corner, the blood was struck!

"Hiss~~ Hiss hiss~~"

A sound like flames burning skin rang out.

The blood stung, and then he suddenly vomited out Professor Lu Ping.

Then it rushed out of the spiral staircase, leaving behind a stench of decay and rot, and sped straight out of the castle.

"professor!"

"professor!!"

He rushed over.

Professor Lu Ping lay on the ground, his face pale, though he appeared to have no wounds whatsoever.

But he fell into a coma.

No matter how I called him, he didn't respond.

"What happened?"

Irving felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Because he knew what might be the cause.

Soul~

It's the soul!

The Dead Ones feed on souls, and Professor Lupin may have been drained of a large amount of his soul energy, just like the ghosts in the castle.

It's a miracle he's still alive, because once the soul leaves the body, it's equivalent to complete death.

"Damn it!! Damn it!!!"

What kind of historical record is this?!

This is clearly experiencing history firsthand.

I still couldn't save Professor Lu Ping.

"Damn it!" A strange sense of powerlessness washed over him. It made Owen feel incredibly irritated!

Then he waved his wand and summoned Lavender, who was lying on the floor on the other side.

Her body felt light and airy, like a marshmallow.

"Lavender! Hey! Are you alright?" He turned and called out to the girl again.

This time, he received a response.

Although Lavender's face was extremely pale, he summoned her using the Levitation Charm.

When the light from the wand shone into her pupils.

The girl exhibited a very typical pupillary response.

Moreover, his eyes unconsciously turned away, as if to avoid the sudden bright light.

"fine!"

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At least one survived.

At that moment, Owen suddenly remembered that during normal times, he had seen Madam Pomfrey carrying many blood-replenishing potions.

It turns out that it wasn't prepared for Professor Lupin, but for Lavender.

One of them had his blood sucked, and the other had his soul sucked.

Each one is more serious than the last.

"Ah~~~"

As Irving pondered what to do, a scream suddenly came from the spiral staircase.

He turned his head and saw—Navi?

He was slumped on the stairs, his hands gripping the handrail.

"This—" Owen was certain that he had witnessed the scene where the Blood Ancestor spat out Professor Lupin.

Even when the dead one fled, it attacked him.

Irving wasn't sure because Neville's face looked rather bad.

Her face was deathly pale, and her whole body was convulsing.

Just as Irving was about to go over to check the situation, his eyes suddenly rolled back and he fainted.

Could it be that my soul energy was also drained?

Owen stared in shock at Neville lying on the stairs, his anger burning away his reason.

Now he has a reason to kill that vampire!

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's Beard, what happened? Were you attacked?"

At that moment, Luna led Mrs. Pomfrey down the spiral staircase.

The medical room is on the second floor, very close to here.

Moreover, due to the ongoing Academy Wars, Madam Pomfrey's speed in getting to the rescue has become increasingly faster.

Irving even thinks he could compete in the 100-meter sprint at the Muggle Olympics.

You can win at least one medal.

"We've been attacked, or more precisely, by some kind of monster, the Unborn!" Owen helped Madam Pomfrey levitate Professor Lupin and Lavender with a spell.

"One of them had a large amount of blood drained from him, and the other had a part of his soul drained from him."

"A soul?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in surprise, her face turning deathly pale.

"Yes, and the one who attacked them was a vampire, a Blood Ancestor vampire. Be careful, could Ravenco turn into a vampire?"

As we all know, whether it's werewolves or vampires, the only ways they create their kind are through natural mating and attacking ordinary people.

Irving doesn't know if LaVine will turn into a vampire.

If it were a normal vampire bite, she would definitely turn into a vampire.

But that Blood Ancestor was clearly not normal.

He should have been transformed into a dead being.

Whether this could lead to blood infection, nobody knows.

"And Neville." He then pointed to Neville, who was being helped up by Luna.

"He encountered that monster. I don't know if he was attacked, but he passed out."

"He's alright!" Mrs. Pomfrey knew everything just from a glance at Neville.