I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 195 Don't talk about grand principles, just give me money. Give me money and I'll make the sky fall into your lap.

"Fated enemies".

"Darkness riots, the dead rise, the master of the illusion will mark his enemies. Corruption and fire can only coexist!" Chiron said to the (petite) Owen with a stern face, in Professor Trelawney's characteristic drawn-out tone.

His appearance was exactly the same as that of ordinary wizard parents when they frighten their children by saying there is a Voldemort in the forest.

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"Tone it down, teacher! You're too evil!" Owen, whose mental world was somehow only that of a four or five-year-old child, said disdainfully in a childish voice.

She also rolled her eyes.

"Okay, tell me, who are you going to beat up? Are you going to follow the procedures or not? If not, pay the remaining balance. If you are going to follow the procedures, could you please give me a quote?"

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Upon hearing this, the great sage Chiron's expression suddenly stiffened. It was really too much of a blow to his image that such an adorable little child was speaking of worldly matters.

Instantly, the adorable child's appeal to him diminished considerably.

Hmm—it's a child who's already broken!

"He has already marked you, just like that child." With that, Professor Chiron pointed to Harry, who was flying through the sky on a firebolt in the courtyard. "A part of his soul is the foundation of your soul. Fighting him is fighting against your own destiny of being devoured by him."

"Mmm-hmm—and then!"

"You bear the deep, indelible marks left by your mother—love, an indescribable love. Our enemy, who now calls himself the Lord of the Enchanted Realm, the God of Death and Corruption, cannot bring himself to kill you. He can only use another method: to lure you, to lead you into the abyss, until your soul is devoured by the monsters he created, returning you to the beginning."

Teacher Chiron's expression gradually became less composed, because he realized that no matter how much he exaggerated the dangers of the future, the brat hiding in his mother's arms remained indifferent and aloof.

It looks so painful to look at.

Fortunately, Chiron was gentle throughout his life and had the highest level of self-cultivation. He was able to maintain his integrity in the world of Greek mythology, which was rife with lust, and was widely known among Muggles. Chiron truly deserves the title of a sage.

"Hmm—you're right, but my mom and I both think you just don't want to pay people and want them to work for free."

In the castle courtyard corridor, Owen nestled timidly in his mother Gabrielle's arms.

The mother and son seemed to have a spiritual connection beyond what the wizard could imagine; they could know each other's thoughts simply by looking at each other.

Then, the two, one big and one small and looking seven or eight times similar, raised their heads at the same time with a tacit understanding, and looked at Chiron Sai Sai with a half-smile.

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"You are redeeming yourself!" Teacher Chiron shook his head and said helplessly.

"Mom, look, that old man with the white beard wearing gaudy socks is our principal. He's strong, intelligent, and brave, but he's also petty. He's always stealing my candy, and every time he finishes it, he uses magic to conjure up a fake one. Several times, I almost swallowed the candy that was actually Little Stone. He's so mean!"

"That girl over there with her hair up and a serious expression is Professor McGonagall. I really like her. I get so happy whenever I see her gritting her teeth at me but looking helpless, hehe."

"And then there's our headmistress, Professor Pomona Sprout. She's a good person, gentle, and always protects me. The only bad thing is she loves assigning homework—lots and lots of homework! I haven't even finished my observation notes for this semester yet—good heavens! Christmas, the holidays, and I still have to catch up on homework! It's outrageous! When will this little wizard ever be able to stand up again?!"

"Oh~~~ As for that one." He pointed to a gloomy man who was still wrapped in a thick robe even in the middle of summer and said, "He is our Potions Professor. He is a bad guy who seems bad but is not really a good guy. But in the end, you will find that he is a bad guy who is a good guy. He never washes his hair. Severus Potter Must Die Snape."

"He doesn't like me. I think he's just jealous of my talent," someone muttered, completely ignoring the sighs of Chiron, the most famous teacher in ancient Greece. His students were scattered throughout the Balkans, and among them were some exceptionally talented young wizards.

But someone like Irving was someone he had never seen before.

Your mother gave you life.

Before Chiron could finish speaking, Irving interrupted him, "What joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying? Some deaths are heavier than the Alps, some lighter than the feathers of a hippogriff." (The feathers on a hippogriff's body fall out naturally, and new fur grows back.)

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"Haven't you noticed that you've become different since you acquired that thing? More cruel, more bloody, and less inclined to act as a living being." Teacher Chiron still held a glimmer of hope for Owen, hoping that the boy could broaden his horizons and view these things from a more comprehensive perspective.

The Outer God who created the dead feeds on the souls of all living beings, and practically regards this world as his pasture.

Everyone is a lamb to the slaughter.

—From the stars, he saw many things, even the original plan of that person.

As an evil figure once banished by the "gods" in the eyes of the Muggles, he has always been trying to return to the main world.

Back then, the life created by that person who delved into human alchemy was like a candle flame in the dark night—too dazzling and alluring.

He originally planned to use the child's body as a springboard to return, but an accident happened.

He failed, but he did not completely fail.

Some of the qualities of the Outer God also tempted the child.

It tempts them, leading them to depravity.

Ultimately, his soul returned to the void, helping him open a door to the main world.

"What is it?" Irving replied, still seemingly unconcerned.

Not just him, but even his mother had the same expression.

Her emerald green eyes gazed tenderly at her child.

She would occasionally reach out and rub his chubby cheeks.

Only when looking at Teacher Chiron would a fleeting, almost imperceptible cunning flash in his eyes.

As one of the most famous sages in Greek history, Gabriel Undine's fleeting glance naturally caught his eye.

Teacher Chiron immediately understood, and a knowing expression appeared on his face.

Ok!

He now knows whose genes this child inherited for his terrible personality!

He never expected this—or rather, who could have expected it?

A woman who voluntarily gives up her life will unleash the greatest magic in the world—the magic of love—and will be a quirky, even somewhat cunning person.

Normally, people wouldn't assume someone like that. She should be a gentle and tender woman.

She must have figured something out.

Teacher Chiron murmured to himself.

Her soul has always protected her child, just like that child with a scar on his head who is flying happily in the sky in the distance.

Having spent so much time together, she must have discovered something.

That's why she's so fearless now. As a mother, she reacted too calmly when she learned that her child had been secretly watched by some evil force.

No normal person would sit here so calmly.

"Phew~" Teacher Chiron took a deep breath, composed himself, and explained, "It's a magic wand."

"The Phoenix Wand you are currently using is tainted with the aura of death and contains dark power."

"This is a very strange combination."

"Don't you find it strange? How could a phoenix, capable of rebirth, be tainted with the aura of death, or contain the power of darkness?"

"A wand?" Owen reached out, trying to pull his wand from his robes.

However, after touching it for a while, he realized that he was in the spiritual realm.

"Forehead"

There was no way around it; the castle here was so realistic that he genuinely felt like he was chatting with someone at school.

Only then did he carefully examine his body within the illusion.

Hmm—a shrunken Hufflepuff uniform, a necklace of the Three Holy Relics around her neck, and a silver bracelet on her wrist, carved from a cork with the image of a badger.

It was a Halloween gift from Luna to him.

There is nothing else besides that.

"So what should I do? Throw away the wand?" Owen raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back.

No—he was lying flat, looking at Teacher Chiron.

"unnecessary."

While Irving was waiting for Mr. Chiron's answer.

His mother, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

Her gentle voice carried an absolute confidence.

Irving was taken aback by the overbearing and somewhat arrogant aura emanating from him.

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I always thought that my arrogance was something I was born with in my past life.

Feelings are hereditary!

My mom is truly amazing, so powerful and domineering!

"The magic I left Owen is enough to keep out the shadowy gaze. Now his main concern is a direct attack from that evil force."

"Let's talk about payment!"

Upon hearing this, Irving's eyes lit up with joy.

He was practically jumping up to wave a flag for his mom.

However, Chiron, the teacher on the other side, was a little embarrassed.

His bitter face fell.

Then he sighed helplessly.

The mother and son

Not only do they look alike!

They even have the exact same personality!

How does this kind of person activate the magic of love?

The teacher fell into deep doubt.

"I still really like my wand. I'm very familiar with it and it's easy for me to use. The key is that no one else can use it!" Owen said smugly, giving Chiron a somewhat provocative look.

After learning during the summer that Hermione couldn't use his wand, he went back to school and specifically sought out many junior wizards to conduct experiments.

Owen discovered that no one could use his wand.

This discovery even alarmed Old Deng.

After all, even the Elder Wand doesn't have this property.

A wand is always a wand.

Although they have some autonomy, there's no reason why tools shouldn't be used by others.

After studying it, the old headmaster discovered that rather than saying that other people couldn't use Owen's wand, it was more accurate to say that the magical skills required to control the wand were too high.

He could easily achieve that skill using this wand.

But the other little wizards

In the end, even Dumbledore couldn't figure out why his wand had such a characteristic.

A few days later, after repeated protests from Owen, he had no choice but to return the wand to him.

They concluded that it was because the wand itself was made of extremely precious materials.

Then it just fizzled out.

"By the way, can the dark power of the wand be unsealed? I don't mean anything by it, I just want to become stronger!" Owen looked at his mother expectantly.

He knew his mother definitely had a way.

And sure enough, he received a kind smile.

"Not now, but as you get used to that magic and grow older, the magic I left behind will gradually loosen."

She said gently.

Owen instantly understood what the magic his mother had left behind was.

The magic of love.

Take Harry as an example; by the time he was an adult, the Love Protection Charm was already very weak.

Magic cannot be created out of thin air; it will naturally be consumed.

Even miracles cannot violate the law of conservation of energy.

"So let's talk about payment!" she repeated.

"Oh! I almost forgot, that's right, pay me and I'll do the work, if you don't pay me, then just give me a green card, anyway, what does the destruction of the world have to do with me?"

Irving shrugged, looking like a seasoned veteran. "Maybe I'll even get to see a big fireworks display!"

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Teacher Chiron finally lost his temper. Pointing to the castle, he slowly said, "Is this all you learn at school?"

"How did your teachers teach you?!"

"Oh dear, this is my personal behavior, please don't involve the school."

"Besides, go outside and look around. Where is there a more suitable savior than me? You complain about taking the money, and I complain about the hard work!"

"Besides, with my execution skills, do you think I wouldn't make you feel incredibly successful?"

"Are you sure?" Teacher Chiron looked at Owen suspiciously.

This kid has absolutely no idea what he's about to face.

"As your savior, would I lie to you?"

"Really? I find it hard to believe."

Hearing this, Irving raised an eyebrow. "Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight?"

"In short, can you pay me? If not, go find another place to scam me! I won't serve you." Owen turned to chat with his mother, ignoring Teacher Chiron.

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Saving the world and all that!

What a hassle, why do we have to save the world?

Does the world need me to save it?

That's an overstatement!

It's nothing more than saving humanity.

What saves the world?

That Outer God, even if I can't beat him, can't I at least get some help?

What a piece of trash Earth—

What good would it do to give him the Earth?

Give it to him!

She gave him her home.

As if he's never won before!

Can I just go to Mars right now?

I just don't believe it. You little Earthling, an alien god—no, not even a god, just a powerful wizard—can chase me all over the solar system!

That's awesome, buddy. I'm not even going to stay in the solar system anymore.

What a garbage galaxy! What's the point of having only one sun?

Three suns are more interesting.

Who knows what kind of surprise it would be like to be dried out by the sun three days in the sky?

who knows?

Besides, what if there really are Trisolarans on Alpha Centauri?

The magic my buddy has can't be used to wreak havoc on their planet, can it?

We'll seize their starships and travel the galaxy.

Forget Harry Potter, buddy, I'll just start Stellaris.

In the corridors of Hogwarts, Owen's mind raced with wild imagination.

He has seen the ultimate goal of every cosmic adventurer.

That is to jump into a black hole and witness the destruction of the universe.

I imagine it would be a huge, enormous firework!

His mother was also there, letting him indulge in his daydreams.

That gentle power seemed to originate from the soul, from the heart, and spread throughout the body with each beat.

Irving swore he had never been so happy.

That feeling of being deeply loved.

He had never felt this way with anyone, not even with Dumbledore, who doted on him.

Owen knew him well. If Chiron were to see Dumbledore instead of him at that moment, he would choose to sacrifice many things for the greater goal of saving humanity, including his own or Dumbledore's life.

Yes, as the old principal always said, there was nothing he wouldn't sacrifice to save humanity.

But his mother would never do that.

Even if the world were to end, she would hide herself in a suitcase and drift alone in the universe.

Perhaps this narrow-minded love will be criticized by all of humanity, but—sorry, by then there will be no humans left.

Whether or not to save someone is a matter of my morality, not my obligation.

In this respect, he and his mother share a high degree of ideological agreement.

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"You guys!"

The centaur sage finally couldn't hold out any longer. If this were a business confrontation, he would be the weaker party because he had no direct assets to offer. Apart from the information he heard, Irving couldn't get anything substantial.

"Although we did not defeat Helbo, we successfully drove him away. Now he is in an outer space-time that is completely different from our world. He can only connect with this world through specific altars. You can stop him from invading by destroying those altars."

I can sense that someone has already successfully destroyed two of his altars.

And the reward you desire lies within these altars. They were originally connecting strongholds built by the 'gods' to completely annihilate him, but unfortunately—after the external threat disappeared, the wizards forgot the true meaning of unity.

"Sometimes, the world does need some darkness. Because only in darkness will people gather around torches." Chiron's tone revealed a hint of sadness.

However, he quickly adjusted and regained his usual gentleness.

"The altar contains the legacy of the most outstanding wizards of ancient times, which Muggles call the 'gods'."

"The legacy of the gods?" Owen muttered to himself. "Sounds really good!"

"Will I become invincible after obtaining it?"

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"You need a lifetime to immerse yourself in this research," Professor Chiron replied, his lips twitching.

"Tch~~~ It's not an experience boost! I have to grind levels myself, what a pain! No way, I'm getting a different one!"

"Do you know that these are the most glorious achievements of ancient wizards who could be called 'gods' by Muggles? I don't want you to have them because I don't want that magic to see the light of day again. The reappearance of that magic will inevitably bring unpredictable chaos, or even disaster, to this world."

(End of this chapter)