I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 229 Your face is as red as a bubble teapot.

Emerging from the empty tent, Irving strolled through the mountains.

The heat wave from August slowly descended upon everyone as the sun gradually rose.

Oh, maybe—perhaps—maybe it wasn't the sun's heat, but the flames of a curse.

In the distance, the Hogwarts warriors were locked in fierce combat, suppressing a group of Beauxbatons wizards. Judging from the gradually decreasing frequency of their spells, the outcome would soon be decided.

On the other hand, the fighting strength of the Scandinavians was still within his expectations.

They crushed the Americans.

Aside from the curse, the main reason was that Durmstrang had too many wizards.

They were probably the magic school with the largest attendance besides Hogwarts. Krum's popularity was undeniable. Almost all of his classmates came to England to watch his matches.

So the battle over there will be over soon.

But how could Irving, a man who loves to have fun, let this battle end so quickly!

It's still not exciting enough, not exciting enough. Too few wizards were affected!

Hehe~~~

With this thought in mind, a smile played on his lips as he slipped into the crowd.

The Phoenix Spell glowed faintly. It was the transparent mist of the Illusion Magic.

Then, as if he had put on a transparent veil, Irving's face began to change rapidly.

Soon, a wizard who was famous in the magical world appeared on the grass.

The mountain wind blew past the figure that appeared in two places at the same time.

The lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead was clearly visible.

"Still not conspicuous enough!" 'Harry' grinned mischievously.

The wand was waved gently.

Then, as if flowing water, his clothes also underwent a huge change.

It transformed from a casual outfit into a pure white and gold robe with a fiery red lion woven on the back.

Above the lion's forehead is a large embroidered inscription with a few short English words.

—Harry Potter, here I am!!!

"Wow! Perfect!"

Harry let out an excited, strange cry.

Then, raising his wand and howling, he returned to the battlefield between Ilfamoni and Durmstrang.

"Waaaaah! Fools, your emperor is back!"

In the blink of an eye, Harry, holding his wand, unleashed a massive petrification spell with his right hand and a wandless transmutation spell with his left. The earth roared, spewing out countless rock fragments that propelled the poor stone sculptures high into the air.

He was incredibly fast; many of the burly Durmstrang wizards didn't even have time to react before he turned them into rainbow statues. —Two muscular men embraced passionately, then were petrified, and subsequently propelled into the sky by the stones beneath their feet, becoming a spectacle of 0s and 1s dancing on the earth.

"Don't be afraid, Americans, your British daddy is here to save you!"

At this moment, time seemed to turn back to the Victorian era, and the conjugate father-son relationship went through another cycle.

Countless young wizards, who were being suppressed by Durmstrang, were able to catch their breath when Harry broke through the enemy's formation.

In their panic, they glanced sideways at the boy wielding exquisite magic.

Doubts arose in everyone's hearts.

who is he?

Also, why is he so strong!

"Oh! Ladies and gentlemen!" the boy said, striking the pose of the legendary wizard.

He walked unsteadily toward the group of Durmstrang wizards, his pinky finger twitching.

It was as if he was standing on a boat being rocked by the waves.

His laid-back demeanor contains a unique flavor known as the spirit of a gentleman.

Sometime later, a necklace appeared on the boy's left hand.

He was swinging it around like a compass.

"Today, you have the privilege of meeting the famous Harry Potter!"

"Oh! That's me!"

Harry slowly bowed to everyone present with his right hand, which was holding his wand.

"You're Harry Potter!" A commotion erupted from the surroundings.

Someone seemed to recognize his face, which had once appeared in The Daily Prophet.

"Oh! That's me."

Speaking of Irving

Excuse me—"Harry" lazily reached out and brushed aside the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing the lightning bolt scar etched into the history of magic.

"Harry Potter!"

"He's Harry Potter!"

Not only Durmstrang, but also Zhou Zai's Iphamoni, and the unknown adult wizards watching, all widened their eyes in surprise.

After all, Harry's name truly deserves a place in the history of magic.

A celebrity who only appears in history books.

Many people are curious about him.

—So—some of those who made it into history books are still alive!

Why did you attack us?

The sudden appearance of this important figure caused all the Durmstrang wizards to stop casting their spells.

They cautiously held up their wands, watching Harry.

Especially his scars.

His mouth was full of resentment.

"Are you blind?" Harry waved his wand gently.

The ultimate fluorescent spell was then unleashed.

A bright spot illuminated Malfoy, who was struggling to hold on.

"That's our little wizard from Hogwarts."

"Do you think I, the famous Harry Potter—known for my helpfulness, kindness, optimism, and tireless enthusiasm—would just stand by and watch you all bully a young Hogwarts wizard?"

He touched his conscience with one hand.

Feeling the waves of 'false' stinging pain.

"Harry" said bitterly, "I thought that the magic school that Gellert Grindelwald left behind would be a great magic school full of sunshine, positivity, openness and inclusiveness."

I never expected this! I never expected this!

"Ever since that Voldemort lackey named Karkaroff became your headmaster, this school has degenerated so quickly and so thoroughly."

Harry continued to clutch his chest, his voice growing increasingly sorrowful, "To see such a great school fall into ruin is heartbreaking, and I cannot eat or sleep in peace."

I wish I could run off and become the principal myself!

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Ok?

Why did it suddenly change?

The Durmstrang wizards raised their heads in confusion.

The faint sense of self-reproach and shame that had just risen in my heart was extinguished in an instant.

"And you guys! Standing here all of you, big and strong, don't you feel even a little bit ashamed?"

Are you ashamed?

Shame on you! Shame on you! Aren't you ashamed?

Ah! I know that some of you are even more cowardly, weak, and incompetent than that escaped Karkaroff.

I urge you all to lay bare your hearts and minds, expose them to the light, wash them, and tidy them up!

Durmstrang has gone through a lot to train you guys!

Is this how you repay the school?

Is this how you repay the school?

I devoted all my energy to Quidditch during the two-month summer vacation.

Seeing the gap between themselves and wizards from other schools widening, do they have no sense of responsibility or ambition at all?

Look at you all! You can't even handle a skinny, bald fourth-year Hogwarts wizard! I feel heartbroken and ashamed for you!

If I were a Durmstrang wizard, I would have found a suitable tree and hung myself on it long ago.

Ah! I haven't blinked for thirty-seven seconds. I really want to say something to everyone, but this has to end eventually!

Harry's expression was cold and his gaze was deep.

His desolate figure gives the impression that he carries the weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

After much thought, I can only come up with eight words!

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge rock suddenly emerged from the soil beneath his feet, and then the rock slowly rose higher.

The powerful transformation magic acted upon it, and in an instant, a line of words was attached to it.

"Hogwarts, the best in the world!"

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Upon seeing the inscription on the stone tablet, everyone present was speechless.

This savior is really shameless!

You don't plan to live in human society anymore, do you?

Ready to head to Mars?

"Beat him up!!!"

The Durmstrangs, having reached their limit of patience, didn't bother arguing with "Harry" anymore.

If I say even one more word, I'm an idiot!

After saying that, everyone rushed forward, and the dazzling magic was like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

Unfortunately, it was just a shooting star.

How can the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon?

Harry's face was always full of smiles, but it was a kind of disdain that didn't quite reach his eyes.

He walked towards them step by step.

The corner of his eye flickered with the destructive light of ancient magic.

Then the wand pointed at himself.

A vast amount of ancient magic was attached to his physical body.

Lines of ancient runes, difficult for ordinary people to decipher, began to appear on his body like tattoos.

"I've wanted to try this kind of fighting style for a long time."

The wind rustles, the people are radiant.

He put the wand away.

Then, bending over, a powerful magic gathered at the soles of his feet.

With a "bang",

The earth is cracked.

Then Irving slammed his fist into the ground.

Cracks instantly spread from beneath his feet.

The surrounding land rippled like water being struck by a boulder.

The ripples on the land naturally bring countless pebbles and mud!

"Remember, the one who defeated you was the infamous Harry Potter! Etch that name into your very soul!"

Amidst the smoke, a cold yet arrogant voice resounded across the land.

Several acres of land on the site were severely deformed.

Those wizards who couldn't dodge in time either fell and ate a mouthful of mud, or were completely buried in the mud.

"this"

People looked at Irving as if he were a monster.

They couldn't believe that the power contained within the young wizard's body was real.

Because this would only cause their worldview to collapse.

"Hang in there, my friend!" Harry said, his green eyes, framed by glasses, looking with feigned pity at Malfoy, who was also buried in the dirt and looked completely lost.

"Don't panic, uncle is here to save you!"

He roared, like a lion on the African savanna, baring his teeth and claws, ready to leap.

"oops!"

"Bang"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The savior who had just been so majestic suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, swallowing a mouthful of dirt.

Then they saw it.

A figure with its head down and cheeks slightly flushed solemnly climbed out of the pit beneath its feet.

Then, as if no one was around, he started brushing the dust off his body.

"Phew~~~"

He took a deep breath and shouted again, "Don't panic, uncle is here to save you!!!"

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You just skipped over it like that?!

Everyone saw it, hey!!!

Why are you blushing like a teapot?!

Don't suddenly start acting cute, okay?!

Actually, Irving doesn't feel ashamed at all.

Anyway, he's wearing Harry Potter's Ultimate skin, so the face is his; what does it have to do with me?

but

The ancient magic technique of imbuing the body with runes to enhance power should be used sparingly in the future.

Stomping my feet—they really go numb!

"Damn you, Sanchez! I'm not done with you yet!!!"

In the soft soil, poor Malfoy sank completely to the ground.

Only its head was visible.

His golden hair was covered in dust, obscuring its original color.

His handsome face was covered with pure, natural, and harmless mud, his good looks obscured by the filth.

"I'm going to tell my dad!"

"No—I'm going to tell my mom!!!"

He roared angrily.

In a split second, he had already greeted all of Irving's relatives.

When he spoke, he had already started the greeting a second time.

"What Sanchez? Who's that? My friend!"

"I'm Harry Potter!" Owen rubbed his right leg (which was numb).

He walked with a limp.

"Shut up! I'm not an idiot!!! You bastard, I'm going to kill you!!!"

Malfoy, who had just fought Durmstrang, had already taken a moment to observe the commotion from afar.

When he saw Harry's eccentric face.

That was close; I almost choked.

Look at that eccentric expression, the wand in his hand, and the powerful level of magic. Malfoy is just a simpleton, not a killer. How could he not guess that it was actually Sanchez in disguise!

Apart from him, no one at Hogwarts is so audacious.

And he's used this trick many times already!!!

"You unfilial nephew, how dare you speak to your uncle like that!" the 'Harry' roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

Draco was taken aback upon seeing this.

His angry face was instantly filled with grievance.

You were mean to me.

You've buryed someone in the ground, and you still have that kind of expression!

He gritted his teeth, staring at Irving with eyes full of hatred and tears.

She stared intently at him.

It was as if she wanted to etch his image into her mind. To curse him for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately—Owen is now sporting Harry Potter's image.

Meanwhile, Owen casually dealt with several German Shepherd Strong who were trying to ambush Malfoy and his two henchmen.

I don't know what those guys were thinking. Did they ambush those three just to disgust him?

Seeing this, and realizing that he was already trapped and someone was still attacking him, Malfoy's resentment deepened.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"

Suddenly, a bald man darted out from the crowd.

He appeared in the very center of the battlefield as if by teleportation.

He sternly reprimanded the young wizards around him.

Soon, two more people arrived at the scene by distorting space.

Owen didn't know much about those vampires, but Malfoy was quite familiar with them. They were all vampires who had received financial support from his father, and he could name them thanks to the reduction in Galleons in his family's wealth.

Cuthbert Mokrich, Director of the Fairy Liaison Office

Gilbert Wimpl, member of the Experimental Spells Committee,

Arnold Pisgood, Memory Deletor—a member of the Reversal of Accidental Magical Events team.

These are all people from the ministry.

"Stop!"

The men roared roughly.

Seeing that someone was using magic in front of them, the three Ministry of Magic staff members didn't tolerate it and immediately threw out several petrification spells.

They petrified those unfortunate Durmstrang wizards instantly.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Instinctively, everyone stopped chanting the incantation.

He cautiously observed the members of the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't you know that young wizards are forbidden from using magic outside of school?" Cuthbert Mocrech slowly stepped forward, his tone condescending and authoritative. "Didn't your parents and professors warn you before you came to England?"

"It was you Hogwarts wizards who insulted us first." The two muscular men who had initially spoken with Owen stepped out from the crowd.

His gaze was gloomy, and his face was full of resentment.

"Is this how the British treat their guests?" he said.

As he finished speaking, countless adult Bulgarian wizards emerged from the surrounding tents.

If what had just been children's "fighting and playing" gave the adult wizards no reason to intervene, the arrival of the Ministry of Magic has now given them an excuse.

"Yes, what the child said is true."

"We saw it with our own eyes."

"Hogwarts must apologize to our Durmstrang."

The surrounding noise was constant.

More and more people gathered around.

"Apologize?" Cuthbert Mokrich, the head of the Fairy Office, exchanged glances with Gilbert Wimpour and Arnold Pisgood.

They immediately saw the absurdity in each other's eyes.

Apologize!

How dare you ask us to apologize?

Do you think we're blind?

So many people are besieging two young wizards (Gol and Clark, who are automatically ignored), one of whom is the child of their sugar daddy.

another.

hiss!

Is that Harry Potter?

"We will handle this matter properly. Now please put away your wands and leave."

Cuthbert Mokrich, of course, dared not speak his mind.

After all, there are 100,000 wizards here, and if a riot were to break out...

Even if all the wizards in Britain joined in, they couldn't stop it.

So he could only stiffen his face and speak in official jargon, hoping that the Bulgarians would focus their energy on tonight's Quidditch game instead of this brawl.

"Handle it properly?"

"So you're not going to do anything about it?"

Before they could speak, the two muscular men spoke.

A commotion suddenly arose in the crowd.

Next came a figure with long silver hair, bright red eyes, and wearing a strange, modified rose-red robe.

It's somewhat like the form-fitting robes Snape often wore, but hers is more daring, featuring an off-the-shoulder and backless design. She wears a gold brooch on her chest.

The shape is made in the form of a Gordi knot.

The lower half of her body was a short skirt that reached her knees.

Wearing white boots, her fair and shapely legs showed taut muscles as she moved, indicating that she must exercise regularly.

Maintaining this figure is not easy.

"Who attacked you?" The girl frowned, her eyes filled with anger.

He looked down and spoke to the dusty-faced young wizards, Iphamoni.

As the fewest people present and relatively weakest in combat, they were beaten quite a bit, and almost everyone of them was injured.

Several of the seriously injured are still lying on the ground, rolling around in pain.

The black aura emanating from them suggests that these individuals were under some kind of curse.

(End of this chapter)