I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 232 Make a wish, Miss Granger.

"It's Hermione Jane Granger, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts," he said casually.

That seemingly ordinary voice resounded like thunder in the ears of those around it.

"Fourth grade?"

Whether it was Mr. Cuthbert Mocrech, or Mr. Cuthbert Mocrech standing in front of the Evamoni witch, or the adult wizards around them, they all found it absurd.

A strong sense of déjà vu arose that this world might be an illusion.

They couldn't believe that a fourth-grade wizard could possess such terrifying power.

But what was happening before my eyes was so real.

So they could only guess at other possibilities.

What pure-blooded family descendant?!

What famous wizard's illegitimate daughter?!

What kind of witch has received an ancient tradition?

In short, they were criticizing Miss Granger's power.

But no one believed that it was the result of both talent and hard work.

It has to be said that this is a tragedy.

But it's very realistic.

In fact, the feathered serpent protection spell and lightning magic cast by the witch Iphamoni just now were equally awe-inspiring.

Moreover, her magic is more difficult to master.

But none of the wizards around them reacted so strongly.

Why?

Because that girl clearly looked like the heir of a pure-blooded family, with ancient blood flowing through her veins.

Yes, this is the deeply ingrained mindset of most wizards in the magical world.

Even those progressive wizards who claim to respect Muggle-born wizards and want to give them more plans and support are like this.

They simply couldn't believe that a Muggle-born wizard could achieve such brilliant success.

Even Ron, George, and Fred—after learning that he was the heir to the French Rozier family, looked at him with less surprise.

It's as if wizards from ancient families are supposed to be that powerful.

And in order for Miss Granger to be able to secure her position as Minister of Magic in the future, Owen didn't mind adding fuel to the fire of this rumor.

"Yes! She is the heir to Gryffindor, with Godric's blood flowing through her veins."

"Hogwarts is second only to the president!"

Irving continued to fabricate a false background for Miss Granger.

There are tens of thousands of wizards here, and I believe his rumors will soon spread throughout Europe.

Even if she clarifies it herself later, it won't make much difference.

Nietzsche said: There are no facts, only interpretations.

Once a rumor takes hold, it's like a drop of ink falling into a glass of water.

No matter how much clean water you pour into it, the ink will remain.

It will only become rarer.

Unless you pour all the water out of the cup.

Moreover, given the current rate at which Miss Granger's magical skills are improving, she will only make this legend a reality step by step.

"Is that Granger?"

Draco, whose pure-blooded honor was etched into his very bones, looked up blankly.

Looking at the horizon, the dust clouds, burning with flames, tumbled and swirled like gilded gold.

In an instant, some of the things he held dear began to crumble in his heart.

"Why? Because he's a mud-blooded person."

In a daze, he felt a slight stinging pain in his head, a stress response from his brain. To convince himself, he had to start believing Irving's story.

He instilled in him from first grade the fact that Granger was the heir to Gryffindor.

Perhaps this self-deception made him feel a little better.

"snort!"

Looking at Malfoy's conflicted face.

Irving's lips curled slightly upwards. His eyes were filled with mockery and ridicule.

"Wait! Look, that giant—it doesn't seem to be in good condition."

Suddenly, a gasp came from the crowd.

Irving followed suit and looked in that direction.

High in the sky, the enormous lava behemoth, and the stone fragments that were forcibly pieced together, began to show huge cracks.

The cracks are getting bigger and more numerous.

Fireballs even fell from the giant beast's body in mid-air.

With a loud "bang!!", dirt and sparks flew up.

Several unlucky wizards were hit by the sparks and screamed in pain.

"Are they about to give up?" A slightly curious voice came from nearby.

Irving glanced sideways.

—It's that pretty little girl, Iphamoni.

She wore a magnificent rose-red modified robe. A robe with feathered ends was draped over her shoulders.

Her crimson eyes appeared even more vividly red in the reflection of the flames.

As she gazed into the distance at Miss Granger, her eyes, lips, throat, and entire body trembled slightly.

Like a small animal about to be eaten by its predator?

His expression showed no surprise, only excitement.

Irving took a step back.

He could clearly sense that the girl was definitely a big problem.

Getting close to her might bring you misfortune.

"Do you think so too?" Suddenly, the girl turned to look at Owen.

This startled him.

"I can't hold on much longer." Irving scratched his head and patted the dust off his handsome hairstyle.

"Oh, is everyone at Hogwarts like this?" She stared intently at Owen. "I mean, are they all this... good?"

A slight smile played on her lips. Her long, silver hair swayed in the wind behind her.

Her tone of voice was strange. There was a hint of surprise, as if she had discovered a treasure, but within this surprise lay a danger, like an unseen iceberg beneath the ocean.

"My name is Koyatl Stewart. I'm a sixth-year student at the Longhorn Water Serpent Academy of Ifamoni Magic Academy."

"Owen Sanchez, Hogwarts Hufflepuff, fourth year."

"Fourth grade?" Koyatel raised an eyebrow, his blood-red pupils gleaming with an indescribable light.

Owen noticed that she bit her lip slightly.

Her body trembled slightly, as if some kind of desire was spreading, and she was suppressing it.

However, this process is unbearable.

"I'm very curious," she finally said after a long pause.

Even the lava falling from the sky didn't faze her in the slightest.

"You and that Hermione over there, right? Are you close?"

"Hermione Granger?" Owen realized he was in trouble. "Not at all, not at all. She's from Gryffindor, I'm Hufflepuff. We haven't seen each other for months."

He wasn't lying; Owen had indeed gone several months without seeing Hermione—well—by her timeline.

The girl in front of me, named Koyatl Stewart, looks a bit off. I already have one girl with a mental problem bothering me, so I don't want another one.

For the sake of one's own ears.

Dear Granger, I'm so sorry!!!

"You and she are practically inseparable—"

With a "whoosh," a tongue-locking and throat-sealing spell struck Malfoy squarely in the head, sewing his mouth shut.

"It's almost lunchtime! Oh! Time really flies!" Owen laughed.

"Alright, alright, everyone go home and find your mothers. Look at our poor Ministry of Magic employee, he's practically bald, just this little tuft of hair left. Let him keep it if he can!"

After saying that, Irving turned around and was about to leave.

Anyway, there's nothing fun to watch.

The Aurors have arrived; the farce will soon be over.

Moreover, that Koyatl Stewart

He felt like he'd heard that surname somewhere before—Stuart?

Are there any pure-blooded families with this surname in Europe?

never heard of that.

What about the United States?

He knew very little about America, but most of the wizards in America came from Europe.

I've never heard of a family called Stewart.

Am I just ignorant?

While Mr. Arnold Pisgood was in a daze,

As Irving turned sideways, he ran towards the lava behemoth.

The road was littered with fallen lava.

Fortunately, it was the height of summer, and the grass in the mountains and fields was lush and green with a high water content.

If it were autumn, wildfires would probably have already broken out.

It must be said that Miss Granger's magic was indeed quite impressive.

Even with the help of other junior wizards, the ability to transform into such a massive creation is truly excessive.

However—the magical power consumed by this level of transformation magic is far beyond what a normal junior wizard could possess.

Without enough magic, this thing is like a levitation spell that suspends a stone and then lets it fall freely towards the enemy.

No wizard with a normal brain development would be attacked by such a large stone.

Of course, when this lava behemoth collapses, it will likely drop lava rather than rocks.

There is some splashing, so it still has some lethality—but not much. Don't be fooled by the loud noise these wizards are making now; they're not stupid. It's just splashing lava, which they can easily block with a wave of their wands.

But in any case.

Based on the magical talent and powerful magic that Miss Granger has just displayed.

Irving could imagine how the Daily Prophet would report on this tomorrow.

Her life story and her performance at Hogwarts will definitely be reported in detail.

Along with her status as Godric Gryffindor's heir.

It's believed that the British magical community will be in an uproar overnight.

She will become a celebrity known to all wizards overnight, just like Dumbledore, Sirius, and Harry.

Major media outlets wanted to interview her, and her home was almost overflowing with owl mail.

As news coverage continues, Miss Granger may gain many more admirers, spread across the world.

After the more than 100,000 wizards present left, her name was circulated throughout the world.

Hermione Granger is widely recognized in the wizarding world as the most promising young wizard and a rising star in the future of the wizarding world.

Even considering the semifinals in the second half of the year, Hogwarts may see a surge in students.

Many foreign parents hope to send their children to Hogwarts so that they can study alongside Granger, the rising star of tomorrow.

Of course, punishment from the Ministry of Magic may follow soon.

However, even a fool would think that it would be nothing more than a superficial punishment with a lot of noise but little substance, since Barty Crouch wouldn't risk public condemnation to punish a brilliant British wizard.

Well—if Irving hadn't gotten involved at this point, this would have been the future we'd see.

"Let Miss Granger bear this honor!"

He walked quickly to the group of young wizards at Hogwarts.

He saw Sirius Black casting a spell to clear away the lava in the same spot.

He saw Harry Ron and the others struggling to stay afloat.

He saw that large beads of sweat were constantly pouring from Miss Granger's forehead.

Before it even reached my cheeks, it was already evaporated by the high temperature.

They were now in a predicament, because if they suddenly withdrew their magic, the collapsing lava would bury them all.

"Think about the consequences next time you cast a spell, OK?" He barged into the crowd with annoyance.

"Owen, hurry... we can't hold on much longer," Harry said haltingly.

The tearing sensation of magic being pulled from the body was like the pain of being pricked with needles.

He tried to endure it, but the pain felt like it would last for ten thousand years, showing no signs of abating. In fact, it seemed to be intensifying.

But he can't just let go.

"That's good, that's how you should train."

"It's been six months since we last fought, don't get rusty," Owen said jokingly, his tone as casual as ever. "You guys are famous now! You know that?"

"Who the hell cares about that—just hurry up!" Ron yelled irritably.

"I can't feel my arm anymore."

"It's okay, I can see, your arm is still there."

"No—we're almost at our limit!" Percy's voice came from the crowd; he too was being held back by the Devouring Beast.

"Owen!!!" Harry cried out in anguish.

His expression was dazed, and he roared; this was his last bit of strength.

next moment.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly, a sound like something collapsing came from the sky.

Then the lava, like seawater, lost its restraints and finally returned to the embrace of gravity.

"No—it's too late."

Hermione's weak voice was like the final note of the story, the tolling of a bell signaling the end of everything.

She sat slumped helplessly.

His eyes were fixed blankly on the lava behemoth high in the sky, which was about to collapse.

"I said—the main character hasn't appeared yet."

Owen had somehow gotten to Hermione's side.

He quickly helped her up.

Then, seemingly embracing her and raising her wand, he actually just pretended, raising his phoenix wand high.

"I suddenly have a feeling that it will be troublesome if I get involved, so I can only ask you for help, Miss Granger."

He whispered teasingly in Hermione's ear.

Amidst the flames, the figure of that year exuded an aura of unparalleled superiority that others could only dream of.

He had a smile on his face the whole time.

Looking down at Miss Granger's face, I saw such confidence, so radiant.

It is as precious as a diamond.

At least for Hermione at this moment, this second.

"Make a wish, Miss Granger," Owen whispered.

His grey eyes held a reassuring, repulsive, and furiously frivolous light.

At this moment, the behemoth had already disintegrated.

Starting from the legs, the cracks appeared as quickly as lightning.

They could already hear the sound of lava hitting the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"You bastard!"

"Oh! Use polite language, Miss Granger."

On the earth, a demonic curse soared into the sky.

The powerful black and white magic seemed to tear open space and create a black hole.

Even light couldn't escape that hideous, distorted, collapsing vortex of spacetime.

"I've made your wish for you."

Let everything "disappear"!

(End of this chapter)