I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Since Chapter 2 is a second playthrough, it's time to let loose and have some fun! (Please read on!)

"Hello, are you also a new student at Hogwarts?"

Just as Irving was about to burst into tears, a clear girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He turned back dejectedly, only to find yet another extremely 'wrong' figure appearing before him.

"Hmm—what's wrong?"

Hermione's bright brown eyes flashed with a hint of disdain.

Who is this guy?!

How old are you to still shed tears over school?

She didn't cry when she first went to kindergarten.

"It's okay, I'm happy to see you looking so fair." Owen reached out and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corner of his eyes. Although his words might cause some unnecessary misunderstanding, he swore that he was really happy.

This joy was especially strong after seeing a Hermione who was black and multicolored.

"My name is Owen, Owen Sanchez. It's nice to meet you." Seeing that the Grangers behind Hermione were looking at him with increasing hostility, Owen quickly suppressed the emotions in his heart and said in a serious tone, "First year student at Hogwarts."

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." The little girl visibly took a small step back.

Then, under the slightly warning look in the Grangers' eyes, Hermione didn't say another word and pushed her luggage past him.

Um.

In the dim light, Owen seemed to see the words "(-10 favorability)" flashing above Hermione's and his parents' heads.

What a misfortune!

In the previous playthrough, they were constantly fighting and arguing, like throwing Avada Kedavra at each other.

This time—since he's a character in a movie—will he continue his unfinished work?

I don't think the normal version of Death Eaters has much of a future!

As Owen pondered this, he followed the Weasleys through the wall.

"Waaah~"

The moment he squeezed out of the wall, Owen immediately smelled the thick smoke and heard the whistle of a steam locomotive.

The bustling crowd chattered, with buzzing voices, the rustling of dragging luggage, and the piercing hooting of owls rising and falling.

It felt like a million crows were cawing in your ear.

After finally squeezing through the crowd, Irving pushed his luggage onto the train.

Surprisingly, the train aisle was still very crowded.

The first few carriages were already full.

Inside the compartments, the young wizards were either playing around or talking to their friends. Owen even saw a few leaning out of the car windows to talk to their families.

"Tsk tsk." Looking at the little wizards with reddish-brown bow ties around their necks and half their bodies sticking out of the window, Owen couldn't help but think of a saying: "There are thousands of roads, but safety is the first priority. If you don't behave properly when riding in a car, your loved ones will shed tears."

After walking through several carriages, Irving finally found a small compartment with only two people.

"What a coincidence, Miss Granger!"

Inside the carriage were Hermione and a round-faced boy.

"It is quite a coincidence." The little witch frowned slightly. She had a feeling that this boy, who was about her age, was somewhat—how should she put it? Dangerous?

"Don't look at me like that." After placing the suitcase in the corner of the cubicle, Owen sat down next to Neville and said to Hermione, "I'm a really good person."

"At least—for now."

"However, I don't have much experience in this area, so I may have to ask for advice later."

Okay, Owen admits that he picked up a lot of dark wizard vibes during his first playthrough as a Death Eater.

But he really hadn't done anything heinous, after all, the Death Eaters in the first playthrough were a legitimate "righteous" organization.

Kyrie Irving himself—cough cough—only managed to dabble in the gossip of a few androgynous traitors.

"Beep beep~"

Then the train whistle sounded, and then the train slowly started moving.

Hermione, who had little desire to talk anyway, immediately stopped paying attention to Owen. She took out a thick spellbook from her suitcase and leaned against the window to read it by herself.

Neville also sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the cubicle. He sat stiffly in his chair with his head down, not even daring to mention his lost pet toad.

And so, about an hour passed.

The train has left London.

They were galloping along fields full of cattle and sheep.

A series of noisy sounds came from the corridor, and they were getting closer and closer.

Finally, a smiling woman with dimples pushed open the cubicle door and asked, "Honey, would you like to buy any groceries from the car?"

"Oh! No need, I brought some. My grandma made lunch," Neville replied first.

"Please give me some dessert, and oh yes—no! Extra! Flavored! Beans!" Owen said solemnly, reaching into his pocket to pay.

"I'm sorry, child." The woman's expression suddenly froze, then she explained apologetically, "All the desserts were bought by the boy with the scar on his head in the first few cubicles."

"What?" Owen was stunned, his hand, which was about to take out his money, froze in mid-air. "You sold everything to him alone?"

"They're rich," the woman said with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with today's big deal. "You can try the pumpkin pie or the pot-shaped cake; they're delicious too."

"No need." Owen suddenly stood up and put the silver scissors back into his pocket.

Then he pulled out the magic wand that belonged to his grandfather from another pocket.

"Hey, where are you going?" Hermione stared intently at Owen's retreating figure, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

"Heh—it's nothing."

Irving turned around and gave a shy smile.

"I'm going to meet the boy who survived the ordeal and stole my snacks."

With that, Owen left the cubicle amidst Hermione's shocked gaze.

About half a minute later.

The door to the cubicle opened once again.

It's Kyrie Irving.

Holding a bunch of snacks, he calmly sat back down in his seat.

"I'm back," he said.

He casually tore open a bag of unidentified snacks and said, "You guys should try some too."

"These are all gifts from Harry. As expected of the famous savior who survived a great calamity, he's so hospitable."

Hermione glanced in shock at the table laden with snacks in the cubicle and asked incredulously, "He gave you all his snacks?"

"Um!"

"Voluntary?"

"Hmm!" Owen nodded reluctantly.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I'd believe that?" The little witch stood up angrily and walked out of the cubicle.

"Forehead"

"Why doesn't she believe me?" Owen shook his head helplessly, stuffing a piece of cake-like dessert into his mouth, then turned to Neville. "Want to try some?"

"No—no need." Poor Neville leaned against the window, his trembling voice indicating he was about to cry.

"Let's be friends!" he said, casually shoving a bag of candy into Neville's hand. "Are you trying to embarrass me?"

(End of this chapter)