I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 228 When will Hogwarts become the best in Europe?

Owen found a group of Durmstrang Academy of Magic students with almost no effort.

As a Bulgarian prodigy in chasing the ball, Krum is still a sixth-year student at Durmstrang Academy of Magic—no, he'll be a seventh-year student this year.

It's easy to imagine how many young wizards from Durmstrang Academy of Magic will come to England to watch the Quidditch final.

Irving doesn't know.

However, if this happened to the Gryffindors...

If the final team is England.

The Seeker is Halina—they'll probably have to party all night for a week first.

Then, families and everyone in the entire academy came running to cheer Harry on, banging drums and gongs.

Even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will be mobilized in full force.

As for the Slytherins, they might go to watch the England game, but they would never applaud or cheer for Harry.

This gives you a rough idea of ​​how many of these Bulgarians were Durmstrang's students!

They were practically the largest magic school present, second only to Hogwarts.

"Hey, it looks like a fight has broken out over there."

Nearby, a Bulgarian tent.

Irving clearly heard a few sentences of English spoken in a strange tone.

As a magic school registered with the Federation, Durmstrang has the right to recruit students throughout Europe.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Ilfamoni, which have relatively fixed student nationalities, Durmstrang Academy of Magic has students from several European countries.

Therefore, they use several languages.

However, the main languages ​​are German and English.

As for French

Do Germans have to learn French?

This is a complete joke!

"It looks like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons are fighting, and Ilvermorny's men are watching!"

The speaker was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old wizard wearing a fur cloak and a blood-red robe.

He had the distinctive blond hair typical of Germans.

The robe on his chest had a shield-like badge on it, with a light green background and an embroidered red skull goat with two phoenixes perched on either side of its horns.

The words Durmstrang Academy of Magic are clearly visible on the dark green banner at the top.

Of course, what's even more surprising is that almost every student had a Deathly Hallows necklace around their neck.

It seems that although the fear his grandfather spread in Europe instilled fear in countless people, in the new era, it has become something that young wizards are proud of. After all, apart from Grindelwald, no other dark wizard has the ability to push the Federation to the brink of collapse and unite the whole of Europe against him alone.

Such legendary stories are enough to get your blood pumping.

"The British and the French? And those idiotic Americans?" Another short-haired wizard emerged from the tent.

He stood still and glanced into the distance.

Then a disdainful smile crept onto his lips. "Hmph! It's just children playing house."

"They're just a bunch of hothouse flowers; they probably won't even master a few dark magic spells in their entire lives."

"Only those three academies can fight each other. If Durmstrangers were involved, this boring fight would have ended long ago."

"That's right!" the male sorcerer in the blood-red robe said with a mocking expression.

"I've heard that Hogwarts doesn't teach dark magic, but rather something called Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"What lousy defensive techniques!"

"Just watch! The Quidditch final will absolutely be a one-man show by Krum. Does that Irishman even know what Quidditch is?"

Owen, disguised as the wizard Iphamoni, stood not far from them.

All I could hear was the conversation between those two arrogant guys.

To be fair, the young wizards at Durmstrang Academy of Magic certainly had the right to be so arrogant.

It is the only one of the three major magic schools in Europe that teaches dark magic to young wizards.

In terms of combat prowess alone, Durmstrang is indeed much stronger than the young wizards at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

This can be seen from the fact that a large number of dark wizards emerge in them every few years.

But Hogwarts and Beauxbatons also have their own advantages.

The French are the best in Europe when it comes to alchemy.

And Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is the most amazing place because, although its overall strength may not be as great as Durmstrang's, every now and then a legendary wizard emerges who can command the wind and rain and shake Europe.

Three have emerged in the past hundred years.

A fifth-grade transfer student, Dumbledore, Voldemort.

This made Hogwarts famous throughout Europe.

In contrast, Durmstrang is relatively unknown.

The only one who is famous is Grindelwald.

This has given the magic school a mixed reputation.

It was only in recent years that a prodigy, the ball chaser Krum, suddenly emerged, bringing the school back into the European spotlight.

This is somewhat like Germany.

They joined the EU to clear their name of genocide and rejoin human society.

And Krum brought Durmstrang back to Europe, a feat that made him incredibly famous at school.

"Hey, kid over there, what are you looking at!"

Perhaps it was Owen's disdainful gaze that burned the nerves of the two Durmstrang wizards, for they finally noticed the wizard in the Ilvermon cloak not far away, scrutinizing them with a gruff look.

Especially his expression.

His disdain was mixed with a hint of sarcasm, and his sarcasm was tinged with nonchalance.

It's infuriating to watch.

"Look at those two idiots, pontificating about everything. They should take a piss and look at themselves in the mirror to see what they're really capable of!"

"What did you say!" Two burly Durmstrang wizards immediately drew their wands and walked towards Owen.

Look at that imposing presence.

Irving dares to assert it.

If either of them punched him, they would be kneeling on the ground, crying and begging him not to die.

Ahem—those muscles, those lines, those curves, the hallmark of a real man.

Then he looked at himself—Irving glanced down at his skinny arms and legs.

Although he wasn't too thin, and was quite handsome, compared to those muscular men, the little bit of flesh on his body was practically nonexistent.

Unfortunately, this is not his original world.

In the magical world, it's all about magic, not muscle.

Otherwise, why would he dare to stand still?

Wouldn't they have already started running around, walking their dogs on obstacles, and then turning around while running and swearing?

"I said," Owen was about to continue mocking these two guys with bodies that men would envy.

But when he glanced to the side and subconsciously looked around,

Suddenly a familiar figure came into his line of sight.

Not far from them, beside a tree.

A boy with blond hair was watching them with great interest.

Look at him—leaning against a tree, looking completely at ease, arms crossed, a contemptuous smile on his face.

He also had two followers by his side.

One was tall and the other was fat, making them quite conspicuous.

They practically had "come and cause me trouble" written all over their faces.

"Watching a play?"

Irving's gaze slid down to the arrogant boy, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, and the words he was about to utter instantly changed.

"I should have taught you a lesson myself, but looking at you like this..." He looked the two muscular men up and down.

After making a slurping sound (￣ ii￣;), he continued with a normal expression, "I guess his brain is all muscle; he probably hasn't learned much magic or anything like that."

"They probably couldn't even beat the young wizards at Hogwarts over there."

"Sigh!" Irving shrugged, saying kindly, "I don't lay a hand on disabled people. Intellectual disability is a kind of disability too!"

"Hey! You blond punk over there. These two idiots are yours!"

Say it!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gray curse brushed past him.

Irving easily dodged it.

Then the smile on his lips intensified.

"No wonder Durmstrang keeps sending out dark wizards; they're really good at ambushes!"

"Shut up!" The two wizards, their anger ignited, glared angrily at Owen, while Draco, standing nearby, also suffered an undeserved fate. More Durmstrang wizards emerged from the tent.

And he found himself in the hostility of those people.

"Oh! You dare to do it but not admit it! Isn't Durmstrang a place that specializes in training dark wizards?"

"Could it be—" he said, a mysterious smile suddenly appearing on his face.

His gray eyes, speckled with green, stared unabashedly at the two muscular men.

"Bulgaria, huh! I know. Hot girls! Hot girls! Fuck~~~ Well! I get it, you two."

"This is Britain, I won't discriminate against you. Everyone has the right to pursue their own love, even if the other person—cough cough—I know, this is hard for most people to accept. But believe me, in just twenty years, you will be the chosen ones, the vanguard of the right path, and no one will dare to point fingers at you then."

Irving's face, which was full of "you know what I mean" expressions, was truly disgusting to those two Bulgarian muscle men.

For some reason, they clearly couldn't understand what Irving was saying at all.

But I understood what he meant from his eyes.

"You're asking for it!"

"Tear his mouth apart!"

"Stop talking so much nonsense! Demonic flames strike!"

With that, the hot-tempered Bulgarian demon king unleashed a dark magic spell at Owen.

Unlike the Fiery Blaze, Owen didn't detect a strong aura of destruction and death from the black flames, but they did have a very clear scent of curse.

It was obvious that if he were burned by this flame, that unknown curse would attach itself to the wound. He didn't know the specific effects, but it would definitely not be pleasant.

"Wow! I've seen it all, I've witnessed countless real men come together."

He did see a lot during his first playthrough.

"People like you should boldly express your love to each other!"

"You need to express your feelings to the other person. Confess your love."

While sincerely offering advice to the other party, Irving walked around in circles, not retaliating, mainly because he was afraid of verbally attacking them.

"Be brave enough to break through the barrier and embrace love and freedom."

Irving's laughter echoed in the ears of the two Bulgarians on the grass.

The two brothers' faces had turned as black as charcoal.

They need to give themselves another layer of political correctness buff.

"Shut up~~~"

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"Young master, that strange wizard is running towards us."

Gao Er's simple, panting voice said.

On the other side, Irving's figure was indeed getting closer and closer to Malfoy, who was watching the show in the woods.

"I'm not blind!" Malfoy drew his wand, his expression changing from his previous soft tone.

He noticed that the group of blood-red-robed wizards around him were looking at him with increasingly dangerous eyes.

"Damn it!" Although Draco's IQ was never online.

But this time, he could still tell that the wizard Iphamoni was intentionally drawing the war towards him.

"Hey, isn't this Malfoy? You've gone bald again after just a few days?" Irving said with a grin as he ran up to Del Potro.

"You? Do I know you?"

"What are you saying! We're best friends!" Owen put his arm around Draco's shoulder.

At that moment, Draco finally saw the true form of the person in front of him through the Disillusionment Charm.

"Damn it, it's you!"

"Yes, it's me!"

OK, mission accomplished.

When Malfoy said those words, it meant that Irving's goal had been achieved.

Then, with a wicked grin, he stared at Draco with a ghostly gaze.

"So we really are best friends!"

"What do you want to do, Sanchez!" Draco's face darkened, a flash of fear crossing his eyes.

"What for?" Owen patted him on the shoulder. "To get you some exercise, of course!"

With that, he raised his right foot and kicked Malfoy hard in the buttocks.

He kicked the man directly in front of the group of angry Durmstrang wizards.

"Go for it, my friend! Fight them! Your fame and fortune are on the horizon! On this very day!"

"Make a name for yourself, my ass!"

Irving smiled.

Draco was annoyed.

Even if he really is an idiot, he should have realized it by now.

That bastard Sanchez used him as a thug!

Then, amidst cries of "Mama, f*** you!", Draco was met with a furious barrage from Durmstrangs.

Looking at Draco, who was struggling to maintain the Ironclad Curse.

Irving laughed out loud.

Can I just watch your uncle's shows whenever I want?

If I don't show you some color, you'll never learn!

On either side, Malfoy's goofy sidekick stood frozen in place, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.

Owen turned to Goyle and Crabbe, asking in a flippant tone, "Do you know when Hogwarts will be number one in Europe?"

The two idiots snapped out of their daze at the sound and shook their heads blankly.

"Right today!"

"Right today!!!"

With that, he raised his leg and kicked each of the two simpletons, sending them flying right in front of Draco's feet.

"You two idiots, you actually dared to come over!" Draco roared in fury!

Just now, he even thought that the two of them would abandon him and run away!

Although I was seething with anger inside.

But in Draco's eyes flickered a strange, uplifting light.

Just now, taking advantage of the gap in the attacks of the opposing wizards, he unleashed several spells, easily knocking down several wizards.

This caused Draco's eyes to widen instantly.

How come these Durmstrang wizards...

How can it be so weak?

His combat power is even worse than that broken guy?

Perhaps it was because he spent too much time being beaten by Harry at Hogwarts that Draco developed a deep misunderstanding of his own abilities.

There are many people in school who are better than him.

Even though he begged Snape to teach him a few spells, he still had some difficulty fighting against Harry, Ron, and even Hannah and Justin, who were trained by Owen.

He only bullied Colin and Ginny, who were a year younger than him.

Or someone like Neville, who has a severe lack of confidence in his own abilities.

The rest of them were all no match for him.

Draco nearly became depressed after learning about this.

His feelings of being abandoned by the world intensified, especially after he discovered how much effort his father Lucius had put into Owen and Harry.

If it weren't for his mother, Narcissa, constantly encouraging him, our arrogant and domineering Draco might have lost his former glory long ago.

But now, everything has changed.

Because Draco suddenly realized that he seemed to be quite strong.

At least with so many people on the other side, the pressure on him wasn't as great as that damn Sanchez alone!

The soon-to-be-bald Malfoy immediately regained his confidence and became himself again.

In the midst of the chaos, Owen was also targeted by several Durmstrang wizards.

However, their skill level goes without saying; they weren't exactly bad, but you could call them mediocre!

It was those spells flying around wildly, but their accuracy and power were both terrible. The only interesting one was the black flames unleashed by the burly guy at the beginning. The rest were just rotten fish.

Owen could sense that these Durmstrang wizards were indeed stronger than the young Hogwarts wizards in dark magic, but their spellcasting had a tendency to try to do too much at once. They were not proficient in using the messy attack spells and curses, and their actual destructive power was not as good as Harry's disarming charm.

No wonder Malfoy, that half-baked guy, could stay undefeated for so long.

You should know that the guy will have a few spells, besides those boring prank spells, there are also standard black magic defense spells such as the Ironclad Spell, Disarming Spell, Petrifying Spell, and Stunning Spell.

Snape may have taught him some more powerful spells, but it wouldn't have been enough to teach him Divine Spell.

The fact that Malfoy, with his level of skill, could withstand such a large siege from Durmstrang wizards demonstrates that the key to victory in wizard duels is not dark magic, but rather using the most appropriate spells with the least amount of magic to defeat the most powerful enemy, as Professor Flitwick did.

This is why powerful spells from ancient magic have been lost. By the time you finish chanting a long string of spells and painstakingly unleash a devastating spell, your opponent has already ended the duel with a disarming or petrifying spell.

With such an easy way to win, naturally no one was foolish enough to learn those ancient magic spells anymore, and those spells slowly disappeared into the long river of history.

"Damn it, what's wrong with those Norse lunatics? Why are they attacking us!" On the other side, the group of wizards Ilvermorny who were watching the battle between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons suddenly fell victim to a barrage of spells from Durmstrang wizards.

That's exactly what Irving wanted to see.

While leisurely keeping those few Durmstrang wizards clinging to him like leeches, he quietly moved closer to the crowd of Iphamoni's men.

When he blended into the crowd, he quickly dispelled the illusion spell and slipped into a nearby tent.

After the crowd had passed, he ran out again.

"Hehe~ The curtain is rising!"

(End of this chapter)