I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 233 From this day forward, everyone will know your name.

With the blessing of ancient magic.

The Vanishing Charm that Owen cast did not make the object disappear with a "snap" like a normal wizard would.

His vanishing spell seemed to create a rift in spacetime.

The brilliance of flames, the flowing golden water.

Like an undercurrent or whirlpool in the ocean, it spun around that gap, faster and faster, getting closer and closer.

Ultimately, all streams flowed into the sea, and the second sun that appeared high in the sky was slowly swallowed by the black hole.

While it looks spectacular, black holes actually devour things at an extremely fast rate.

Almost in the blink of an eye, everything was settled.

"Look~~~"

Above, only some dust remained, still obscuring the sun.

"It's that simple."

Looking at Owen's beaming face, Miss Granger was furious.

But this finally put her at ease.

With my nerves relaxed, I quickly felt an unusual sense of fatigue in my head.

The mental exhaustion from forcibly casting the spell made it almost impossible for her to keep her eyes open. Her barely maintained consciousness didn't last long; after a dizzying spin, she completely lost consciousness.

A large group of young Hogwarts wizards also collapsed and couldn't get up.

Harry and Ron's situation isn't much better.

The Aurors who had been watching from the sidelines finally gathered around.

When all participants are exhausted.

The riots are finally over.

Countless people remained silent.

His face was filled with shock.

They all knew that this was just the beginning of the fermentation process.

Soon news of what happened here will spread throughout Europe and even the world.

Hogwarts is about to become famous!

The little wizard slept soundly until the afternoon before slowly waking up.

The Black family's tent had never been so quiet.

"I thought you guys were going to sleep until the end of the game."

Harry, looking miserable, slowly made his way down the spiral staircase.

He rubbed his head, his eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton, and he couldn't open them no matter what he did.

"I should sleep a little longer," he said.

Then, he moved his feet, stumbling along the uneven path, to the kitchen, picked up a glass of water, and took a big gulp.

"Go to sleep! I'll burn the match details and results for you."

Owen, sitting on the living room sofa, said calmly.

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Having spent a lot of time with Owen, Harry naturally knew what burning it for him meant.

"I'm fine, I'm healthy!"

"By the way, where are Sirius and the others?" He looked around.

The spacious living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This is clearly not normal.

"What do you think?" Owen glanced at him. "Although your lava behemoth was big and powerful, and although it only lasted for a dozen seconds, the trouble it caused was no small matter, just like a normal-sized one."

"The Ministry of Magic is swamped. They barely managed to calm those Americans and Bulgarians down. Who do you think cleaned up the mess afterwards?"

"As for Sirius, he was called away by Dumbledore."

"We are acting in self-defense." At that moment, another voice rang out.

It's Ron.

With his messy hair, he walked in exactly the same direction as Harry.

They all stumbled along, one step at a time.

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, sitting in a chair in the kitchen. "He's here too?"

"Nonsense, if several colleges are fighting, do you think the principal wouldn't come?" Owen rolled his eyes at him.

"Not only Dumbledore, but the headmasters of all the other magic schools are here. Ivermony, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang."

"After all, they were originally from Britain."

It seems that the semi-final four competition in the second half of the semester is a done deal.

This fight is unlikely to cancel the competition; on the contrary, it may increase their willingness to participate.

After all, choosing to withdraw from the competition at this point would be tantamount to admitting that they are afraid of other schools.

"We..." Ron took a deep breath, "Aren't we going to be punished?"

"Probably not!" Owen said, fiddling with his pocket watch.

A pocket watch used for taking photos.

The magical gadgets he used at Hogwarts before—given to him by Nick.

Pressing the metal button on the pocket watch will save the surrounding scenery.

I want to replay it.

Simply take out your magic wand and turn back the clock to that point to recreate the scene.

This is perfect for watching a Quidditch match.

"First of all, we were indeed acting in self-defense."

"And we won!"

Irving said calmly, "The important thing is that we won."

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"What time is it for you to still be worrying about this!" Upon hearing this, both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it's a school rule that students can't use magic outside of school, if the professor makes a big deal out of it, it could have serious consequences for the foreseeable future, even leading to a failing grade.

"Of course. If you win, you'll bring honor to Hogwarts, and you'll have leverage to negotiate with Old Man Dumbledore. He'll naturally protect you."

"If we lose, it's all over. Not only will we break school rules, but we'll also lose face. Just thinking about the consequences is much more serious!"

"Uh—" Although they knew Owen was talking nonsense, Harry and Ron still thought he made a lot of sense.

The two calmed down.

With sleepy eyes wrinkled.

Ron suddenly yelled, "Oh my god, what time is it? We haven't missed the opening ceremony, have we?"

Through the kitchen window, he saw that the sky outside had darkened and many tents had already lit up.

"Half an hour left," Owen said calmly, glancing at the virtual watch on his left arm.

"Did you even bring a watch? You're just making things up! It's been half an hour already?" Ron complained, having wanted to point out Irving's habit of giving out random times for a long time.

"Keep track of it yourself!" Irving said calmly.

"Counting?"

"Count it second by second," he said. "Of course, if your eyesight is fine, you should be able to see a clock above your head."

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"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going!" Harry said hastily. He stood up and leaned on the table, saying anxiously, "It's a competition that only happens once every four years. If we miss it, we'll have to wait until we graduate to see it again."

I don't want to miss out.

Irving glanced out the window; as night fell, the outside gradually came alive again.

The struggle—as if everything that happened that morning had never existed.

If he hadn't cast a soundproofing spell on the room, the festive atmosphere would have already let in the noise.

"Where is everyone else?" At this moment, Harry noticed that it seemed like only a few of them were around.

"The others?" Irving pursed his lips.

He turned and looked at Harry.

Then he said to him with an extremely serious expression.

Is there any possibility, I mean, is there any possibility?

Everyone else has parents!

Is it possible that they've already been picked up by their parents?

"Cry, cry." He rubbed his eyes, pretending that his eyes were already brimming with tears.

"It's people like me, who have no relatives or friends, who have nowhere to go and can only stay here."

"Forehead."

Harry and Ron, sitting in the kitchen, stared speechlessly at Owen's pretentious act and almost threw up their breakfast.

"I shouldn't have asked that question!" Harry thought to himself, covering his face.

At that moment—coincidentally—the door to a room on the third floor was pushed open from the inside.

The girl had a head of fluffy brown hair.

His face was extremely pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

She was standing by the handrail, coldly watching the scene below.

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"Miss Granger, don't you have any relatives or friends here?"

"Get lost!" The voice came from upstairs. Hermione glared at him, then slowly walked down the stairs. "My parents are going to Australia for summer vacation."

She explained, but obviously that wasn't a good idea.

"Oh! So your parents are the real love, and you're just an accident, right!"

"?!" In an instant, Hermione's death stare fixed on Owen, her mouth involuntarily twitching as if she were grinding her teeth.

Good heavens, is she a cannibal?!

Damn! I'm not going to be able to sleep no matter what.

Kyrie Irving admitted he was a little scared!

"Hmm? You're awake?" Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and Mr. Arthur walked in wearily.

The Weasley twins followed behind him.

"I also thought you might miss the opening ceremony."

"Alright, let's get going, the race is about to start," he said, then waved to the kids to hurry up and go out.

Upon hearing this, Owen slowly stood up, keeping a slight distance from Miss Granger, and walked out of the tent with Harry Ron.

The moment the tent flap was lifted.

A cacophony of sounds instantly flooded everyone's ears.

Shouts and joyful laughter filled the air.

Every few steps, a phantom vendor would descend from the sky.

They carried trays of autographs and pushed carts filled with all sorts of strange and wonderful things.

Among them are glowing rose-shaped badges, with green representing Ireland and red representing Bulgaria.

As long as you wear it, it can shout out the team members' names every few seconds; there are tall green hats decorated with clover that dances in the wind; Bulgarian sashes with lions that actually roar.

When the flags of both countries are waved, their respective national anthems will be played.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The hellish wizard can sing his own country's national anthem.

It's weird!

Irving looked at the trinkets for sale, his heart filled with absurd emotions.

There are also miniature models of real flying crossbow bolts by the roadside.

And there are statues of famous team members for collection, which can walk around in your palm with a smug look on them.

In the past, the two Quidditch die-hards beside him would have rushed over and stuffed those trinkets into their pockets.

I gave away Galleons to someone else for free.

But today—the Gryffindor trio, their heads throbbing, couldn't feel the joy and sorrow around them at all; they only felt the noise.

The sound felt like a hammer blow to their heads; the more noisy the surroundings were, the sleepier they became.

"Not feeling well?" Irving asked, pulling a bottle of green potion from his pocket.

"Give me a bottle!"

"What's this?" The three dazed people were forced to hand over a bottle by Irving.

"Plum flavor, a powerful energy boost! Get back on track and get your energy back!!!"

"Sanchez Brand All-Flavor Energy Drink, I know exactly what you taste like! Enjoy a refreshing summer with a low-price discount. Hurry and send your owl to grab it!"

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"What the hell is this?" Ron tilted his head back and gulped down the energy drink in his hand.

Unexpectedly, a rich plum flavor burst forth in my mouth instantly.

It's sweet and sour, and cool to the touch, sending a refreshing sensation straight to your brain.

In an instant, he felt himself become clear-headed.

Even the noisy surroundings felt sweet.

"It tastes good, doesn't it!" At this moment, the twins stretched out their arms and put their arms around Ron's neck.

"Did you invent this?"

"To be precise, it's an improvement; we researched it with Irving. It tastes better than regular energy drinks, and it has a variety of fruit flavors, so it works even better."

George spoke confidently, "This will be our flagship product. Just wait, it will be a hit in Europe."

For the first time, Ron felt reliable about his two twin brothers.

He'd tried energy drinks before; Hermione practically drank them like water last semester.

Every winter, Mrs. Pomfrey would prepare a large amount of medicine to treat the young wizards' colds.

The original energizer was a magical potion with extremely potent effects.

Besides being refreshing, it has certain side effects, causing steam to emanate from the ears of the drinker for several hours afterward.

Moreover, the taste is indescribable.

Don't have any illusions about a viscous potion.

That stuff tasted like chewing tree roots.

It was bitter and astringent, and had a muttony smell.

In short, nobody would drink that kind of stuff regularly.

Besides Hermione

But she also often drank a diluted version of a toxic water.

Even so, the taste wasn't exactly great.

"It feels like I'm drinking ice-cold juice. It's even better than I imagined," Ron said excitedly. Demand for this increases every winter; maybe they can make a fortune!

"Alright, kids, I think we should talk about your business empires later. Now, let's fill our stomachs first." Mr. Arthur forced a smile onto his tired face.

He spent the entire day dealing with wizard conflicts.

I've worked for the Ministry of Magic for free again.

Near the stadium.

More and more vendors are appearing around, many pushing carts and hawking various kinds of specialty foods.

They were all everyday items: beef patties, rose petal cakes, and syrup fruit pies.

And—um—boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, stewed potatoes.

If you don't like that, you can try boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, or stewed potatoes.

"I saved up my allowance all summer for this," Ron said.

The group strolled leisurely through the vendors, while Ron frantically bought souvenirs.

He bought a hat with a dancing shamrock and a large green rose-shaped badge.

I also bought a small statue of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

The small Krum walked back and forth in Ron's hand, frowning and staring at the green badge above him.

Irving wasn't interested in any of that.

However—the events of the morning were still fresh in everyone's mind, and several British vendors recognized Hermione.

Thanks to Miss Granger's facial recognition payment, they got a lot of food for free from the vendors.

"What are you saying! It's my honor that you eat my food."

Most wizards say this when they are about to pay.

"Oh! You must be Miss Granger! You are the pride of England, our hero. I witnessed your entire battle. Oh, Merlin! I would be content if my child had half—no—one-tenth of your talent."

Such conversations would occur almost every few steps when an adult wizard addressed Hermione.

A somewhat panicked Hermione kept explaining to the parents that she was nothing special, just a bookworm.

As for Godric's bloodline, mysterious magical heritage, or one-in-a-million talent, those are all rumors spread by others.

Unfortunately, such efforts were of little use.

Those wizards will only have brighter eyes.

Miss Granger's eyes almost lit up when she looked at her.

"You are too modest. It is truly a blessing from Merlin that England has a wizard like you."

"No—I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard. That guy over there with black hair and a wicked grin, he's much better than me."

"Hogwarts has impressive young wizards?" The adult wizards then noticed that there was a famous figure in the history of magic among the crowd.

Harry Potter!

"Sure enough, gifted children do click! That boy who survived that ordeal is actually your friend! My goodness!"

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"By the way, have you heard of my child's name? He's from Ravenclaw and is only a second-year student."

Then the wizard tried to sell his child to Hermione and asked her to help him with his studies.

This left Hermione speechless. She could only respond with a polite smile, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Finally, after being entangled by dozens of wizards...

Hermione had no choice but to transform her hoodie into a hood.

He completely covered his head.

"That's what celebrities are like!"

"The Troubles of Celebrities".

"From this day forward, everyone will know your name."

Owen chuckled. "What do you think, Harry? You should be quite experienced in this area!"

"Heh!" Harry rolled his eyes in response, the enthusiastic crowd around him reminding him of Colin, who was a year younger than him.

However, he only has one die-hard fan, Colin.

Moreover, he had always been at Hogwarts, making it difficult for him to come into contact with adult wizards outside, so he didn't have much experience with the current situation.

We'll have to keep a low profile.

"Wow, look at these!"

The group walked forward cautiously when suddenly Harry shouted.

He rushed to a small cart at the front of the line.

The car was piled high with many things that looked like binoculars, but they were covered with all sorts of strange knobs and dials.

"Take a look, this is a panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically touted. "You can replay the footage, play it in slow motion, and if needed, it can quickly flash a match analysis. Deal, just ten Galleons apiece."

"Ten Galleons?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Why don't you just rob it!" He glanced at his dancing clover hat, then stared longingly at the panoramic binoculars.

Although he could afford those ten Galleons—Owen's Christmas Galleons—he also secretly made a fortune cleaning up the giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

Ron now has his own little nest egg.

Although not many, there were still several dozen Galonnais.

"Give me five!" Harry said without hesitation.

With Sirius around, he has already reached the level where he says: I am not interested in money, I don't like money!

(End of this chapter)