I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 191 Departure, another visit to the centaur tribe.

He and Luna got up and hid in a corner.

Neville, who had slowly woken up, shouted and ran towards the stairwell.

Clearly, this place will be packed with little wizards in no time!

"How could this happen!"

In a corridor on the first floor.

After listening to Owen's explanation, Luna let out a gasp of surprise.

Her silver eyes were filled with regret and admiration for Professor Lu Ping.

This was the second "adult" she had admired in just a few hours.

The first one is Kingsley.

"Can't we change the past?"

"No!" Irving clenched his fists.

He could never understand the concept of time through other people's oral accounts, or through texts and films. Only when he actually went back to the past did he understand what it meant to complete history.

The world of Harry Potter is not the Marvel universe. Here, time is like a machine so precise that it has no deviation whatsoever. They can only witness it and become a part of history itself.

Do what you've already done before.

There's nothing else we can do.

Unless he wants to erase his own existence.

For example, right now, as Neville sees it, he will be with Professor Lupin in the future.

He is simply filling in the gaps in this history.

"It's precisely because I don't understand it that it's infuriating," Owen said bitterly.

Even after the ghosts were attacked, the young wizards were spreading rumors that they might be the next to be attacked.

The prophecy has now come true.

Lavender was attacked.

Professor Lupin was also attacked.

Who's next?

There are countless undead beings in the forest!

What if they all rush to Hogwarts?

Does Dumbledore intend to burn the entire school down?

If he doesn't do that, what other options are there?

And what about Professor Lupin, who is already in a coma?

He had never heard of the soul being able to be repaired.

If the absorbed soul can never be repaired, then Professor Lupin may become a vegetable!

Anger and repression spread through the corridor.

Luna noticed the boy's resentment.

His resentment was written all over his face.

She had never seen Irving so angry before.

In the corridor, she suddenly reached out, stood on tiptoe, and patted Owen's head as if coaxing a child, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

She gazed at him with her misty silver eyes, "What we lose will eventually come back to us, though sometimes unexpectedly."

"We try our best."

A breeze is blowing.

The wind stirred up the restless mood of the muddy corridor.

Irving looked at her.

My agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Then he smiled and said, "Thank you!"

"Yes, I can feel it!" she replied with a smile.

During their conversation.

Outside the castle, they, living in the past, are returning to the castle via a path on the hill.

Then they ran head-on into the fleeing Blood Ancestor.

He and Luna watched the scene again from a distance.

To be honest, I'm pretty handsome.

Owen gazed at himself raising his wand and threw a spell at the Blood Ancestor.

"Take it with you."

A green light flashed over there.

Over here, Owen seemed to remember something, took a still-sleeping kitten out of his arms, and handed it to Luna.

He—he was starting to regret bringing her along.

"Sirocco?" The little elf carefully took the little guy from Owen's arms.

"It will protect you." He also patted Luna's head.

A moment later, Owen grabbed her wrist, and they dodged the approaching figures from the past.

"Where should we go now?"

After the large group of Dementors that had been leading the way escaped.

Hiding behind the wall in the corridor, Luna asked in a low voice.

"To the Forbidden Forest." Owen's gaze pierced through the dark clouds and landed on the desolate forest.

"Follow my past self!"

"good!"

Luna readily agreed.

Then, they started moving back and forth in the corridor, avoiding everyone.

Irving even spotted Fudge.

Still alive, he entered the castle. Judging from his worried and hurried appearance, he must have gone to seek Dumbledore's support.

Unfortunately, who could have imagined that he would lose his life just a few hours later?

Rather than losing the position of Minister of Magic.

Life is indeed more important.

Originally, Irving intended to save him.

At least Fudge was obedient; he actually brought out the Time-Turner.

Irving is willing to lend a helping hand if it can save him.

But then he realized he couldn't.

Because in the timeline, Fudge really did die.

There was a large group of Aurors, and Kingsley was also a witness.

He was struck by a killing curse and was beyond dead.

do you remember?

He is not changing history, but rather completing it.

He cannot rashly change something that is set in stone like this.

Who knows what impact this might have on the future?

—There are more and more little wizards around.

Everyone came out of their respective lounges and gathered together in front of the medical room on the second floor.

All the little wizards are on the second floor.

The auditorium on the first floor was nearly empty. So the two of them were inside the auditorium.

"It's almost time." Owen pulled a silver pocket watch inlaid with various gemstones from his pocket.

This is also a magical item.

It was written by Nick.

Its function is somewhat similar to that of a modern smartphone, with features such as timer, alerts, and calendar.

Of course, its biggest purpose is actually to take photos!

Pressing the metal button on the pocket watch will save the surrounding scenery.

In the future, if you want to replay it.

Simply take out your magic wand and turn back the clock to that point to recreate the scene.

It's really amazing.

"It's time for me to leave the Hufflepuff common room."

After saying that, Owen took Luna and ran straight towards the Forbidden Forest.

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.

In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from Hagrid's hut.

Outside the room, in the pumpkin patch, several goblins were stealing pumpkins that had been tainted by decay.

The rain on the horizon continued to churn and sink, getting lower and lower.

The smoke and dust that disappeared into the clouds vanished instantly.

Running along the path on the hill.

In the distance, a silver figure quickly darted into the small house.

Then Irving heard a huge sound of surprise.

"Forehead--"

Without a second thought, Irving knew who was making that sound.

But thinking about it, it's understandable, since Hagrid loves dragons the most.

Bakal, on the other hand, was an Australian paisleyan, considered one of the most precious qualities among dragons.

His allure to Hagrid was no less than Galleon's allure to Irving.

Without the slightest hesitation, Owen grabbed Luna and rushed into Hagrid's cabin.

When he arrived at the house, he glanced at the pumpkin patch beside it, where signs of decay were spreading rapidly.

Hagrid piled the pumpkins too crowded.

Irving cast a fire spell, burning a barrier around the corruption, which barely stopped it from spreading further.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then he knocked on Hagrid's door.

"Ministry of Magic! Open the doors!"

Irving shouted.

Then I heard the sounds of pots and pans being smashed on the floor.

After waiting for a while, the door was finally opened.

Hagrid carefully opened the door a crack.

His guilty eyes darted nervously toward the door.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the person who came was Irving.

"It's you!" Hagrid said in an unfriendly tone.

"What! You messed with my dragon, can't I even come and see it?" He pushed open the door and led Luna inside.

He didn't seem to have found the dead one.

This is a good thing.

On the way here, Owen was worried that Hagrid would get into a fight with that guy.

If Hagrid finds out...

He'd definitely be foolish enough to rush in.

When that time comes, without anyone's help, he will surely have all his souls sucked away by the Dead One.

He didn't want to lose this big, dumb guy.

Although he was simple-minded and a bit silly, it was still—Hogwarts without Hagrid.

It wouldn't be Hogwarts then.

He was the one who opened the door to magic for countless children like Owen in their past lives.

He is a symbol of magic.

The goalkeeper should live no matter what.

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.

Hagrid's cabin has only one room, with ham and pheasants hanging from the ceiling.

There is a fireplace here, and most of the time, a copper kettle is placed here boiling water. In front of the fire are a huge wooden table and chairs, and in the corner of the room is a large bed with bedding patchwork made of scraps of cloth.

His pink umbrella, mole-skin coat, and crossbow were placed by the window.

Near the window was an old sofa, flanked by cabinets nailed to the wall, containing ingredients for cooking and items to be used in the Magical Creatures Protection class.

At this moment, a black and white iron pot, which looked like it had been scrubbed many times but was not clean, was placed on the red fireplace.

The lid and the rim of the pot collided and intertwined repeatedly.

It looks like there's some mischievous little creature dancing in the pot!

Irving, his face dark, walked over and yanked the lid off the pot.

There, the dragon, covered in pearl-like scales and with shimmering, multicolored blue eyes, was coiled in the pot in a rather unseemly manner, like a snake.

It had a sea fish-like creature in its mouth.

It glanced at Owen, then swallowed the fish whole, burped off the flame, and continued its battle with the other fish in the pot.

"???"

"That guy!" Owen glared at the escaped dragon.

A few fish and you've been won over!

What a spineless coward!

"The Australian White-eyed Dragon is a type of dragon native to New Zealand. In search of new territory, some dragons later migrated to Australia."

"Although they live in the valley, they prefer to eat sea fish, and of course they also like sheep."

Hagrid spoke leisurely, using a professor's tone, imparting valuable knowledge about magical creatures to Owen, a student who didn't pay attention in class.

"You're feeding him too much mutton. Even dragons get tired of eating the same food all the time," he said.

However, it is obvious that Irving would never admit that he didn't put much effort into taking care of these two magical creatures; they were mostly fed by Dobby.

So he stubbornly insisted, "I call it being a picky eater!"

"Just skip a meal!"

Hagrid rolled his eyes, then calmly asked, "What are you doing here?"

"It's dangerous outside the castle, don't wander around lately."

Although Owen saved Harry's life several times because of Harry's situation, Hagrid wasn't as cold towards him as before, but he wasn't much better off.

However, Irving has indeed toned down his game this semester.

He may have already tried everything edible around him.

He hasn't hunted any magical creatures in a long time, except for those that are inedible.

"Wait for someone!" Irving said.

Then, with practiced ease, he extinguished the fire in the fireplace, closed the windows of the cabin, and drew the curtains.

"Waiting for whom?" Hagrid looked at Owen with some confusion.

He didn't look like he was waiting for someone; he looked more like he was hiding from someone.

"Wait for me!" He and Luna lay on the sofa, peeking out from under a corner of the bed curtains.

"You yourself?"

Hagrid thought Irving must be sick.

And he's quite ill!

He's already started talking nonsense.

However, he soon discovered that it seemed Irving wasn't the only one who was sick; he was sick too.

And it's very serious.

Ghosting has already started to appear.

Because just after Owen stretched out his wand and cast a spell towards the sky outside the window, creating a wisp of black silk that looked like smoke.

A short while later, he saw another Owen appear on the distant hill.

Irving looks exactly like him.

They even wore the same clothes.

"This...this..."

He really was waiting for me!?

Hagrid was so shocked he couldn't speak.

His attention was finally diverted from Bakal and focused entirely on Irving.

"What exactly happened!" he asked seriously.

Hagrid had a feeling that this little guy was definitely doing something extraordinary.

It might exceed his expectations!

Upon hearing this, Owen put down his wand and broke the black ribbon.

Pull up the bed curtains.

He sat upright on the sofa.

He looked at Hagrid with a mysterious smile: "Have you heard of time travel?"

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He then succinctly explained the time-twister to Hagrid.

It also introduced what time travel is and what it means to complete history.

His mouth was dry from talking, so he drank a big gulp of the pumpkin juice Hagrid had made.

They rested in the cabin for a while.

It's only natural to feel sleepy when you come from the cold outside world into the warm cabin.

Not to mention Luna, even Irving himself was feeling sleepy.

Moreover, according to their own time, it's already three or four in the morning.

This is not staying up late.

Let's just stay up all night!

Irving had originally planned to persevere.

After all, he's a master of staying up late, often not going to bed until one or two in the morning.

But now—well, Owen has to admit—fighting in the Forbidden Forest and doing homework in the castle feel completely different.

He closed his eyes almost seconds after Luna fell asleep.

The two of them leaned against the old sofa that served as a bed for them.

The little elf rested against his shoulder, her head bowed, her silver hair cascading down his arm like a waterfall.

The pineapple earrings on her earlobes and the butter beer bottle cork necklace around her neck were both hidden in the silver threads.

Her fingers were fair and rosy, and she wore a black spider ring on the middle finger of her right hand.

Her two hands were crossed together, and she rested quietly on her stomach along with her small bundle.

Up and down.

Her breathing was steady.

Every now and then, the corners of his mouth would slowly twitch, as if he were dreaming of something.

And Irving, influenced by him, slowly closed his eyes.

The scent of tulips constantly surrounded his nose, fresh and lingering.

It's like a comfortable breeze from the countryside in spring.

A gentle kiss on your cheek will calm your restless heart.

—This scene was witnessed by Hagrid.

He sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the rekindled flames in the fireplace.

Time travel—how amazing does that sound!

But when they actually appeared beside him, he felt somewhat out of place.

He wasn't very smart.

He lacked Dumbledore's profound wisdom.

But Hagrid also knew that Owen, who could time travel, must be carrying a very important mission.

Perhaps something irreversible happened in the future, forcing him to return to the past.

Thus—his gaze gradually hardened, and he looked at the two people sleeping on the sofa.

That child

This was the first time he had ever looked at Irving so closely and for such a long time.

Black short hair with some natural curls.

His thin cheeks were slightly sunken, which made his overall facial contours very three-dimensional.

With his high-bridged nose and those eyes—Hagrid was lost in memories. Owen's eyes weren't pure gray; there was a pale green ring around the edge of his pupils.

His upper lip is thin, while his lower lip is slightly thicker.

His face was fair and clean, and he looked quite like a professor in the castle.

If he were a girl, she would definitely be considered a direct blood relative of that professor.

Hagrid sighed.

His unshaven face was full of regret.

Judging by appearances alone, Kyrie Irving seems like a good kid (people who are handsome are always good people, but ps: it's all fake, please don't apply this to reality!).

But my mind is a bit crazy.

If he could change and rein in his dark thoughts, he would definitely become a rising star in the magic world.

About an hour later.

Owen slowly woke up.

This is his estimated time.

He probably wandered around in the woods for more than an hour.

It's time to set off.

The location is the settlement of the centaur tribe.

Looking at his location in the Forbidden Forest, this is the only place that is fixed; at other times, he himself doesn't know where he is.

"What are you doing?" Owen, who was slowly waking up, saw Hagrid, who was now wearing a hunter's outfit, at first glance.

He led Tooth, carrying a huge crossbow in his hand. Inside his enormous robe was his pink umbrella. Although he was now allowed to use a wand, Hagrid still habitually carried his umbrella.

"I am a professor!" Hagrid said solemnly.

His face was filled with fearlessness.

"I won't just stand by and watch that little wizard run rampant in the forest!"

"Uh—that's dangerous. Never mind, you'll still follow anyway." Owen sighed. He hadn't even planned to bring Luna with him.

However, Luna was awakened during her conversation with Hagrid, and once she was awake, she immediately grabbed the hem of her clothes.

His silver eyes were full of vigilance.

He was afraid that he would leave her behind and go to the Forbidden Forest alone.

"Okay~"

They both looked more determined than the other.

He then stopped saying anything.

As he turned around, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Then he took the small animal that had also woken up from Luna's hands.

"Oh! I almost forgot!"

Owen, who had just heard something, quickly crossed Hagrid's bed, went to the fireplace, lifted the lid of his pot, and fished Bakal out of it.

Good heavens, flames are burning, and the dragon is boiling in the pot.

You're really heat-resistant!

Irving's lips twitched slightly, then he hugged it to his chest as well.

Then he went to the living room.

He grabbed Luna with one hand, then gestured for Hagrid to grab her other hand.

Hagrid didn't understand why, but he didn't refuse. He held Tooth in one arm and Luna in the other.

"Ready for an adventure?"

Irving smiled slightly.

His eyes swept across the two people's faces.

Then he shouted, "Let's go!"

With that, he tossed Sirocco high into the air, "Centipede settlement, thanks to the cat for showing us the way."

Say it!

The kitten turned its head and nodded at him, and then the fur on its neck shone with a golden light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, eventually enveloping them all.

Countless golden threads sliced ​​through time and space, and Luna and Hagrid felt a lightness beneath their feet.

They seemed to have escaped the pull of gravity and floated in mid-air.

Then a dazzling starry sky appeared around them.

They vanished from Hagrid's cabin as they tore through space.

The next moment, as they landed again, their feet sinking into the soft snow, a cold wind rushed in.

Looking up, I was surrounded by a forest.

"This is—a Zouwu!!!" Hagrid stared at Sirocco, his eyes wide with shock.

He couldn't believe that the kitten that often hid in Owen's or Hannah and Hermione's arms was actually a Zouwu.

This—this is impossible!

The Zouwu's size couldn't possibly be only this much.

Even a newborn Zouwu is a foot long.

And this one in front of us—is probably only a few inches long.

"A creation of magical experiments," Owen explained simply. "If you're interested, you can write to Newt; he's been researching these lately."

"Or maybe Nicholas Lemay, who is an expert in alchemy, and it seems that this bloodline fusion technique is actually a kind of alchemy."

"Anyway, I don't really understand it either."

As Irving explained, he led them out of the forest.

"That's amazing." A hint of excitement flashed in Hagrid's eyes.

A kind of fervent excitement, as if a new world had been opened up, was visibly spreading across his face.

In the foreseeable future, this giant will definitely devote himself to the research of magical creatures with close bloodline fusion.

I'm afraid she'll become another headache for Newt!

They hadn't walked more than a few steps.

Suddenly, everything became clear before their eyes.

In the distance, a high wall appeared.

Several centaurs were training on the city wall, holding torches like guiding lights, and Owen and his men easily spotted the flames.

"Merlin's beard! The centaurs have a castle in the forest!" Hagrid exclaimed again.

"I thought their gathering place would be nothing more than some simple tents or some outhouses."

He has expressed his feelings about this many times.

In less than two hours.

"You don't know?" Owen pulled Luna along, returned the Sirocco to her, and then they hid together behind a thick oak tree.

"I thought you had a good relationship with the centaurs."

(End of this chapter)