I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 194 I regret that I didn't get to watch you grow up.

Irving was lying face up.

Listening to the noise around me.

He is a completely different person.

There was no one else around except him.

But there was a woman's voice constantly ringing in my ears, sometimes pleading, sometimes fiercely resisting.

In the end, all those restless voices turned into a song.

Like a nursery rhyme: "The sixth shamanic song I sing for you:

If you encounter danger while sailing at sea,

The storm was even more terrifying than that one.

You remain calm in the face of raging storms.

Silently tell yourself that your boat is no problem.

You will surely overcome the difficulties and have a safe journey.

The seventh shamanic song I sang for you:

If you are trapped in the wild by bad weather,

People were on a high mountain when they encountered heavy snow.

A series of bone-chilling gusts of north wind blew fiercely.

Hopefully, your body won't get cold.

You must wrap your limbs tightly with clothes.

"To avoid getting gangrene from frostbite on hands and feet."

Suddenly, a strange sense of familiarity crept into Irving's mind.

He seemed to vaguely remember that this was a song his mother often sang to him.

"Mother?"

A word that was very, very distant to him.

It seems that apart from a voice, there has never been a physical figure in my memory.

At this moment, his mind was extremely relaxed, so he was lost in thought amidst his suffering.

It wasn't until a very long time had passed, or perhaps no time at all, that he realized he seemed to be trapped somewhere.

Wild fields and high-altitude grasslands.

The breathtaking scenery of the sun shining on the golden mountains is truly awe-inspiring.

Even the wind carries a warm feeling.

Irving slowly crawled out of a bush, his body covered in green sap from the plant, and his face and hands were covered in mud.

He looked around curiously.

This place is a mountain forest, and he seems to be at the foot of the Alps.

The distant mountain peaks were clearly covered in white snow. Among the mountain ranges of this altitude in Europe, the only one he could name was the Alps.

"Huh, how did I shrink?"

I was just focused on the scenery around me.

When Irving looked away, he noticed how tall the bushes were! They were almost up to his upper body.

He quickly realized that it wasn't the bushes that had grown taller, but rather that he had shrunk, transforming from a fourteen-year-old boy into a four or five-year-old child.

"What a pity." A voice came from behind him.

"I didn't get to see you grow up."

Irving turned his head away.

He saw a pair of emerald green eyes.

It wasn't Harry's eyes; they were brighter than his, almost glowing.

The woman gazed at his face with ravenous longing, as if she could never get enough of looking at him.

"I...I don't know." Owen suddenly became speechless.

This is unprecedented.

A chatterbox like him, who could talk fluently even in front of Voldemort, was speechless when he saw a beautiful woman today.

Yes, she was a beautiful woman.

He is very young, and doesn't look even 25 years old.

She had silver hair that shimmered like unicorn fur.

It cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

She was very tall; Irving estimated she was at least 5.7 feet tall.

Of course, what he cared about most was that face—it was just too similar.

"Could you tell me about your relationship with Professor Wenda?" Owen asked cautiously, unaware that his tone was unusually gentle. His usual hostility and chilling sarcasm had completely vanished.

"My mother."

"Your maternal grandmother."

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"I was just suspicious before, but the moment I saw you, I knew it," Owen said.

His mother quickly stepped forward and embraced him.

A powerful warmth emanated from the plains, the forests, and the high mountains. It was so gentle it almost brought tears to my eyes.

"I have many questions." Owen stood before his mother's silver hair.

His eyes were filled with love, making it hard for him to open them.

"Yes, you have many questions," the woman whispered, then hugged Owen tighter.

"But before that, I hope you can promise me one thing," she said earnestly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I promise you."

"." The woman was taken aback, then gently stroked Owen's black hair.

"Some things only become clear in hindsight. I hope that after knowing the truth, I won't blame her."

"Her?" Owen looked up at her and said, "Grandma?"

"Yes, she helped me a lot, but I didn't realize it at the time. I was a bit rebellious—perhaps even she herself didn't realize that what she was doing was actually helping me." The woman smiled, as if saying goodbye to her naive self.

He then added, "Someone will explain the next issue to you."

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Irving was taken aback. "There's someone else here?"

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled without saying a word and took his hand.

Then suddenly a lot of fog appeared around them.

The surrounding fog, like clouds in the sky, vanished without a trace in an instant.

After regaining his senses, Irving realized that he seemed to be on a ferry.

The sound of a ship's horn reached my ears.

You can even smell the salty, damp scent of the sea.

"Isn't that amazing?"

Suddenly a voice came.

"Few people have such a rich inner world."

Irving turned around abruptly and saw a stranger suddenly appear on the ferry.

No—it was a strange centaur.

It was a centaur dressed in ancient Greek armor, with rough brown hair, green eyes, a crown of victory woven from olive leaves, and a white robe.

"Most people's inner world is usually murky and chaotic."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, child."

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Although it's a bit inappropriate, Irving still wants to ask: Dude, what's up with you?

Why do you have a background when you appear?

"How should I address you?" the centaur asked calmly, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.

"Irving Sanchez," Irving replied, frowning.

Strangely enough, despite the centaur's sudden appearance, he didn't seem to harbor much hostility towards this intruder.

He seemed to possess a convincing aura and power, easily gaining people's trust.

Secondly—his name was something he made up himself.

That's right, Irving Sanchez is the name he gave himself.

Irving is a very traditional name; there are at least eight or ten children with that name in the orphanage. As for Sanchez—it's been said that after Grindelwald took him away, Irving spent all his time with a white-bearded old man, and he became playful and kept calling him "Grandpa."

Then, the surname Sanchez naturally came to mind.

After calling him that for several years, he got used to it.

But now.

His own mother is right there! Why ask him what he wants?

“Owen!” he said. “Yes, Owen. ‘Young Warrior’ is a good name.” The centaur said with a smile.

"But this is definitely not your original name." The centaur smiled as he looked at the woman beside Owen.

"Well—Maccombe and I have named the child. It'll be Owen—Owen Undine. He can take my last name, Owen Undine Rozier, or his father's, Owen Undine Hunter."

"Maccowen Hunter?" Owen looked up at the woman; it was yet another unfamiliar name to him.

"He was a brave man. Although he wasn't a wizard, he was incredibly brave and the only ordinary person I knew who had ever defeated magic."

Although his mother's tone was gentle and mild, Owen could still hear the bitterness of her past.

Given the Rozier family's nature

Although he couldn't be sure if Wenda's grandmother had the same pure-blood mentality as the Black family, she would obviously not be happy if her child chose a Muggle, and might even try to stop it.

What does it mean to "defeat magic"?

This suggests that his father was once attacked by magic.

And—he still can't believe that Wenda Rozier could have a child?

Just as Irving was inwardly laughing,

In an instant, the ferry beneath their feet vanished, and a magnificent castle rose from the ground—the very image of Hogwarts.

"This..." Owen stared at the scene in astonishment, his expression one of unprecedented shock.

Why did you change the background again?

Don't scare people like that, okay?

It's flashing.

"This is the centaur's spiritual realm," the centaur explained softly. "It is connected to your spiritual world, and everything here will change according to your thoughts."

"The spiritual realm?"

Irving repeated the word several times.

It was another term he hadn't heard much about before.

However, this made him understand why the scene here had suddenly changed.

He died in a shipwreck.

Then came the world of Harry Potter.

So the scene just now was a ferry, and when the centaur asked for his name, he answered with his current name, not his old name, which means that he has accepted his current identity. So the scene suddenly changed to the most symbolic place in the Harry Potter world - Hogwarts Castle.

"The spiritual realm—" Owen looked at all of this, then sighed, "Am I...am I dead?"

In Harry Potter, the closest term to the spiritual realm is the mystical realm.

That was the place where Harry and Dumbledore had their last conversation.

It is also the place where Voldemort's soul was ultimately trapped.

It's practically the same as being dead.

"That is a problem," the centaur's smile widened. "Generally speaking, I don't think so. If you were really dead, we wouldn't meet again."

"Who are you?" Owen then asked.

"Me?" The centaur paused, then smiled and replied, "You can call me Chiron."

"???"

"Teacher Chiron?" Owen exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmm? Although I have indeed taught many people, but—well, never mind, I like this title." Chiron didn't dwell on Owen's way of addressing him.

Chiron!

That was a god born from Cronus, the father of Zeus, and the goddess Phileas in Greek mythology.

He was the foremost sage of the centaurs in Greek mythology and the mentor of many great heroes such as Heracles and Achilles.

The sudden appearance of such a real person in front of Irving left him feeling overwhelmed.

"There can't be any gods on this damn planet, can there?" Owen thought to himself, laughing inwardly.

"Uh—I forgot to tell you." Chiron suddenly looked at Owen with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "This world is part of your mental world, so it will reveal your inner thoughts without reservation. If you mutter something in your mind, this world will read it out like a narrator."

Knock—what a torturous hell.

Owen quickly regained his composure and began to drift into the mindless state he had been in during his history of magic class.

"Haha—you're really funny, no wonder you were chosen."

"What was chosen?" Irving asked immediately, snapping out of his daze.

"Hmm—you have quite a few questions, but we have plenty of time, and I will answer them one by one."

"First of all, I am not a god. Ancient Muggles saw wizards and thought they were gods, thus creating a mythological system. I am just an innocent centaur who was embedded in this story," he said, then winked and added, "But Zeus did exist."

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"Next is the question we've chosen." As he spoke, his expression suddenly froze, as if his joy and pleasure were from another dimension.

"I'm sorry, because of some unavoidable circumstances, we failed to defeat our enemy and instead left him to you."

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"Of course not a god." Chiron noticed the concern on Owen's face and calmly explained, "But it's more terrifying than what Muggles call gods."

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Almost speechless, Owen opened his mouth slightly, unable to bring himself to say anything, "An evil god? An Outer God? An Old One? Or Cthulhu? Perhaps you should choose someone else, teacher. I am too inexperienced to handle these crises."

"How about I recommend someone to you? Ah! Harry Potter! The savior of our time, the man destined to defeat Voldemort, he's very powerful. Why don't you talk to him?" Owen asked tentatively, but the response he received was Chiron's enigmatic smile.

In an instant, Irving knew it was all over; he had been taken advantage of!

"But why me? I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary wizard, with ordinary talent and an ordinary mind."

"You? Ordinary?" Chiron smiled. "You are anything but ordinary."

"The greatest magic in the world, becoming one with your skin. For thousands of years, there has been no wizard like this."

"What kind of magic? To become one with me?" Owen asked, puzzled.

Touching her own rosy cheeks, she then looked up at her mother beside her, just like a curious little child.

"Love, Owen, it's love." Chiron looked at the woman beside Owen with an indescribable admiration.

"Your mother caused this miracle with her own life; she is the reason you were born."

"The magic of love?" Owen looked at Chiron in surprise, then his gaze shifted to the beautiful woman beside him.

Chiron is right.

In the history of magic, there is only one instance of magic that records love, and that is Harry Potter.

The Love Protection Charm deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Previously, there were a few scattered records throughout history of magic that wizards called miracles appearing on certain people, but none of them were as clear as Harry's.

Of course, this is just the history of magic.

In addition, Owen also knew that the founder of the American Ilvermorny Magic Academy, whose daughter had once triggered a love spell.

The price was that the baby child became a Muggle.

Yes, love comes at a price.

The price of saving a life is the sacrifice of another.

The price of breaking a spell is losing one's own magic. (Those interested can look up the story of the founder of Iphamoni; in short, the girl's mother was cursed, and the baby girl used love magic to break the curse on her mother.)

At that moment, Irving gripped his mother's hand even tighter.

That kind of pure love only exists in this magical world.

The world of Muggles is too complicated.

Whether in his past life or this one, Owen is incredibly grateful to be a wizard.

"Your birth is of great value." Chiron strolled with the mother and son through Hogwarts Castle in the afternoon.

In Owen's memory, Hogwarts was always sunny.

sunny.

A group of playful little wizards ran wildly down the corridor.

If you look closely, you'll see that each child has their own face.

Some look like Luna, and some look like Hermione.

There's also Harry, Ron, Justin, George, Fred, and even Percy.

Cedric, Susan, and others.

Almost everyone he knew appeared at Hogwarts, a place that reflected his inner world.

The sky was filled with the cheerful chirping of birds, and the entire castle was immersed in happiness as always.

Chiron's face was also beaming with joy.

He was the most famous sage in Greek mythology. He found joy in teaching and educating people.

Being in a school naturally made him the happiest person.

"A school that imparts knowledge," Chiron said cheerfully, his voice almost singing. "It's simply the happiest place."

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Seeing the expression on this centaur ancestor's face, Owen found it difficult to open his mouth and tell him how closed-minded and superstitious the centaur tribe was today.

"I will leave them with a revelation," Chiron said lightly, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. "The centaurs should not remain isolated any longer."

"Let me tell you!"

"Your mother was not a complete human being. Someone foolishly delved into the forbidden art of human alchemy and used parts of their own traits, soul, and various magical bloodlines to create an artificial life."

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"Artificial life?"

It was another bombshell, and Irving's head was spinning.

Got it!

This has once again pushed the limits of his knowledge.

What the hell is human alchemy?!

While various forms of magic do exist in this world for creating physical bodies, the creation of life...

"The stars tell me about your mother, Gabriel Undine."

She had a Veela-like appearance.

It possesses the Zouwu's amazing ability to tear through space.

It possesses the wondrous self-healing bloodline of a unicorn.

It possesses the phoenix's rebirth from the ashes.

It possesses magical power as vast as that of a dragon.

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Aside from their short lifespan and inability to reproduce, such a life form is practically like a god in the eyes of Muggles.

A noble goddess.

"In the age of the gods, countless wizards researched this so-called ultimate life, or even immortality, but most of them failed."

"But there is one person."

One person succeeded.

And he, child, will be your destined enemy.

The setting guides and the like are the hardest to write because they concern the main storyline. They've been revised and deleted countless times. I still need to think about it some more.

(End of this chapter)