I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 234 Dude, I'll kick you out of your position sooner or later.

The Godfather Dog gave him pocket money during the summer vacation—although Harry absolutely refused to accept it, Sirius Black insisted on giving it to him.

That number

That already exceeds the sum of the scholarships Hermione received from Hogwarts over four years.

Yes, Hogwarts provides scholarships for Muggle-born wizards.

"No need, Harry, we can afford it. You can buy it for Hermione." George and Fred looked confident as they patted their pockets, from which came a jingling sound, like metal clashing.

The two of them quietly took out forty Galleons and tossed them to the wizard.

Then he handed the four panoramic telescopes to Ron and their father, Mr. Arthur.

The latter was looking at her two sons with a look of satisfaction.

"??? Why isn't mine?" Owen asked, bewildered. "Why did you skip me when you bought things? Potter, there are seven people here, why did you buy five? What do you mean by that?"

"Enough, Owen. Everyone knows you're the richest person in all of Hogwarts." The twins rolled their eyes at him. This semester, they had to give Owen a share of the profits for every prank item they sold.

That guy had way more gold in his pocket than they did.

"Does having money conflict with you buying me things?" Irving said angrily. "You guys don't care about me at all, do you? Damn it! The world is going to the dogs and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be."

I vaguely remember saving the lives of several ungrateful bastards this morning. Sigh! Good deeds don't bring good rewards; instead, they lead to being ostracized. It seems the Gryffindor clique can't tolerate a Hufflepuff.

"Hmph! Then I'm leaving!"

He started walking, preparing to venture alone into the dark alley.

The next second, a pair of hands grabbed his arms from behind.

Then he was pulled back.

A pair of clear eyes stared at him, watching Owen (pretending) look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with tears in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making you feel guilty, aren't I? Did I succeed?" he said with deep emotion.

"Disgusting!" Miss Granger said with a look of disgust. "Here you go!"

"It's just a panoramic telescope, isn't it?" She quickly pulled out ten Galleons from her pocket, bought one, and handed it to Owen.

"???"

Looking at the binoculars in his hand, Irving immediately wiped the distressed expression off his face.

Then doubts arose.

Hogwarts offers the fewest scholarships among the three major magic schools in Europe, and the scholarships are paid out on the eve of the start of the school year and the eve of Christmas.

There were only two entries, very few, probably only a dozen Gallons.

As is well known, Hermione loves to buy all sorts of magical books. Generally speaking, she spends every last penny of the scholarship money sent to her at the start of the school year before she even boards the train.

As for before Christmas—that money was all spent on gifts for friends.

There's simply no way there could be any extra money.

Even if there were, there wouldn't be this many.

After all—that's Hermione Granger!

Hogwarts is notoriously poor.

A representative figure whose pockets are cleaner than his face.

Owen never paid tuition for the three years he bought the courses—Harry always paid for them, making him a notorious freeloader.

Today, he actually managed to pull out ten Galleons to give him a panoramic telescope!

Could she have taken advantage of the situation this morning to steal that wizard's wallet?

"Where did you get the money? The student grants are being distributed so early this year?"

"Did you go to Gringotts to exchange for pounds?" Owen asked.

"It's from Dumbledore," Hermione said calmly. "Didn't I write a book called 'Ancient Alchemy Unveiled: The Principles of Alchemy'? This is my royalties."

"Payment?" Irving was taken aback. His eyes were vacant.

I could almost hear the echoing songs of the universe, see the ice crystals born from flames, hear the darkness that died in the light, and be captivated by the rising sun falling into the sunset.

Why is this word so distant?

Like nebulae gathering and undergoing their first fusion under the influence of gravity, like centuries of torrential rain that finally calmed the geological activity, the first cell was born in the amino acid-rich ocean.

From the first life emerging underwater... to the giant beasts of the Stone Age... and then to the first time humans walked upright.

It felt so distant, like the first time he'd ever known that writing a book could earn him royalties.

Wait a minute—damn it, Granger's book "Ancient Alchemy Unveiled: The Principles of Alchemy" is clearly just a simplified version of the prologue and first chapter of his "Ancient Alchemy Unveiled," and she still gets paid for it, so why don't I?!

Or is "Today's Alchemy" giving itself an award?

Good heavens, I'm only just realizing that his book will definitely become a textbook in magic schools in the future, and the money he'll earn from publishing this book will be much more than that prize money!

Depend on!

Dumbledore!!!

You even take money from children!

How shameless!!!

As he thought about it, Irving grew increasingly angry.

I was blinded by petty gains and couldn't see the treasure ahead, so how could my anger not rise!

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth, looking at Owen with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing," he said.

I almost crushed my teeth!

Then he shoved the panoramic telescope into his pocket.

You just wait, old Deng.

Dude, I'm going to kick you out of your position sooner or later!!!

Hermione wasn't bothered by Owen's expression, but spending ten Galleons still made her feel a little pained.

Then her gaze towards Irving turned hostile. "I don't think you need that telescope at all," she said. "You should be able to see the game clearly."

"I don't need it." Owen nodded. "I have a better—uh—moon-gazing mirror."

"The Moon Gazing Mirror?" Hermione looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, a perfect, beautiful moon-viewing mirror. Ahem."

"You don't need it, why waste money on a panoramic telescope?" the little witch muttered. Although her royalties were substantial, she still had to be careful with her spending. After all, she wasn't Owen, who had as many money-making ideas, nor was she Harry, who had a wealthy godfather.

"I don't care," Owen said stubbornly, turning his face away. "If you buy it for someone else, you have to buy it for me too. If I don't sell it, you'll have a hard time."

"snort!"

What kind of childish talk is this, like that of a seven or eight-year-old?!

Hermione looked away, her lips barely moving.

This guy is actually quite handsome when he's trying to look cool. It's just that he opened his mouth!

The moment she opened her mouth, her heart was filled with anger.

"Alright, time's almost up." Mr. Weasley looked at the children with a sigh.

Are all kids these days so outstanding?

Ten Galleons

Even now, he wouldn't just pull it out casually.

He felt somewhat ashamed.

Think back to what you were doing in fourth grade?

They're probably thinking about how to deal with that annoying Slytherin—well, they're quite similar in that respect.

Mr. Weasley led the way.

Clutching their purchases, everyone hurried into the forest, following the path illuminated by the lanterns.

They could hear hundreds or thousands of people moving around.

There were also various shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This fervent excitement was highly contagious, and soon everyone was grinning from ear to ear.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, chatting and joking loudly, before finally emerging from the other side of the woods.

Then they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Even when looking out into the distance, one can only see a portion of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the stadium.

Judging from its size, it could easily fit ten cathedrals inside.

This was truly spectacular; the Ministry of Magic, which always prioritizes secrecy, had managed to create an unexpectedly grand spectacle.

"This place can hold 100,000 spectators," Mr. Weasley explained proudly. "The Ministry of Magic hired 500 staff members who worked day and night for a whole year to finally complete the construction."

This is absolutely a miracle, a wizard's miracle.

The young wizards craned their necks and peered out.

To build such a magnificent building in a forest.

For Muggles to achieve this, they would have to wait at least twenty years until some infrastructure powerhouse rises to prominence.

Given the current pace of administrative approvals and construction in European countries, it is estimated that by the 21st century they will at most have laid a foundation.

On the one hand, this stadium also proves the power of magic.

When a group of wizards cast spells simultaneously, the impact on the material world can even surpass that of ancient magic.

Unfortunately, such scenes are extremely rare in the magical world. Most wizards remain secluded in their own little world, unwilling to interact with the outside world.

"Look, every inch of this place is under a Muggle-repelling spell. Throughout the year, whenever a Muggle approaches this place, they suddenly remember something urgent and hurry away. May God bless them," Mr. Weasley said.

Then he led everyone toward the entrance.

The place was surrounded by a large group of shouting wizards.

It was a mess; no one had any idea of ​​queuing in a civilized manner.

Until Irving and his team got closer.

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Everyone turned to look at the young children.

Their expressions varied.

The British wizard looked on with pride.

Wizards from other countries frowned.

Hermione was still wearing her hood, and no one recognized her, but the Weasleys' red hair was too conspicuous, and everyone recognized her.

This is one of the young Hogwarts wizards who participated in the battle this morning.

As they drew closer, the crowd parted automatically, making way for them.

They were treated with the same respect one would show to a superstar.

"Oh! Merlin's beard." The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance saw Mr. Arthur. "Mr. Weasley, it's me, Louise from the Department of Communication."

"I never expected to see you here." The witch seemed extremely enthusiastic.

However, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that her gaze never fell on Mr. Arthur, but rather on the child behind him.

But this made Mr. Weasley even happier.

With his back straight, he was more spirited than ever.

"Haha, it's you!" Actually, Mr. Arthur didn't know her at all.

There are so many people in the ministry, and they're not even in the same department. Most importantly, she looks a bit—well—not very professional; she's probably a newcomer to the Ministry of Magic.

New employees recruited for the World Cup.

"These must be your children! Oh! Look at that head of red hair, they must be your children. Look how handsome they are!" The witch named Louise spoke sweet words like honey.

The ever-present smile on his face never stopped for a second.

"They're all great Gryffindor lads. They're sure to amount to something."

"Oh! What a pity about my son. Both his father and I are Gryffindors, but he ended up in Hufflepuff. Good heavens! Hufflepuff, what future can he possibly have?"

???

Suddenly shot, Irving silently looked up.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?" he said in a dangerous tone.

"Ah—it's okay, it's okay, Dad, let's hurry up and go, there are so many people queuing up behind us." The twins were startled and quickly reached out to support Owen on both sides, and started to walk inside.

"Don't grab me!" Owen yelled, pointing at the middle-aged witch's nose. "Damn it! What's wrong with Hufflepuff? What do you mean 'it's pathetic to be in Hufflepuff'? Explain yourself, explain yourself!"

"Hufflepuff is good," George said.

"Hufflepuff is amazing!" Fred said.

"Hufflepuff School is awesome!"

Louise, the witch who was confused, didn't understand what was going on, but she didn't let go of Mr. Weasley's forced smile. "When you have time, please invite your children to my house. They're all colleagues," she said.

Before she could finish speaking, another furious roar came from the direction of the stairs in the distance, "What's your child's name?!"

"What grade are you in, Hufflepuff?"

"Damn it, if I don't beat him to a pulp when school starts, he'll regret being born in England, and I'll take your surname!"

Irving yelled and screamed, determined to rush over and give that woman a good beating!

"Uh—" Louise said helplessly, looking at the strange wizard who seemed to want to devour her.

Finally, the smile on her face could no longer be maintained.

His expression turned awkward.

However, that joy did not disappear.

It simply transferred to Mr. Weasley's face.

Mr. Weasley smiled faintly, though he seemed to be struggling to hold it in.

"Mr. Sirius Black's box, the penthouse box, right?" Embarrassed enough to scrape together enough for a three-bedroom apartment, she finally stopped selling her own child.

She suddenly realized she was still at work and started checking the ticket Mr. Weasley had given her.

"Keep going up, and you'll see the Black family banners at the top."

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a crimson carpet.

They climbed the steps with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people split into the stands on the left and right.

Mr. Weasley and his entourage continued upwards until they reached the top of the stairs.

The prominent Black family banner was spotted at a glance.

It was a very large, luxurious VIP box, located at the highest point of the stadium, in the very center of the field, offering the best view – you could see everything.

Stepping into the private room, there were about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows.

Harry followed the Weasleys into the front row of the queue and looked down at what he saw—a scene he could never have imagined.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, the seats arranged in a stepped pattern around the oval stadium.

From a high vantage point, the field appears as smooth and flat as velvet.

There are three basketball hoops on each side, each fifty feet high.

It was incredibly shocking!

"Okay, don't be angry anymore."

Irving kept cursing and swearing the whole way.

As a member of the Hufflepuffs, he was deeply insulted.

"Everyone knows Hufflepuff is the best house," Miss Granger said gently, as if coaxing a child.

"What does she know!" Owen retorted angrily. "I just didn't want to show off. Dealing with those weaklings from other schools is a piece of cake!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The young wizards nodded, completely agreeing with Owen's words.

He certainly has that ability.

However—he said he didn't want to be in the limelight?

This surprised Hermione.

"Don't want to be in the spotlight"—is that just a line from you, Owen Sanchez?

You probably wish the sun were a spotlight, revolving solely around you. Who would believe you if you said you didn't want the limelight?

"Don't you want to be in the limelight?"

"Yeah, right!" Irving said without any hesitation, "The person who showed off today is going to be in trouble. I have a feeling!"

"So—you're just going to stand there and watch me get what's coming to me?" Hermione turned her head away, her eyes flashing with danger. A surge of anger welled up inside her!

"What are you saying!"

Irving said in a serious tone, "I was clearly just sitting here watching you suffer."

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"Owen Sanchez!!!" Hermione screamed.

Her eyes looked at him as if they could spit flames.

"Owen Sanchez? Who's that?" Owen shook his head, meeting his gaze calmly. "My name is Owen Wendy Rozier, thank you!"

"Whoosh—" The little witch's fluffy hair was about to stand up, as if she had drunk a hair-raising potion.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in her heart, then looked up at Owen earnestly, "If you don't make me angry for a day, aren't you feeling terrible?"

Owen smiled slightly as he looked at Hermione, who was already standing on the crater.

Instead of pulling her down, they poured water on her to put out the fire.

Instead, he kicked Miss Granger in the back, laughing as he watched her fall into the volcano.

"What are you saying!" he said sincerely.

"Am I, Owen Son—Rozier, that kind of person?"

"I'm not upset at all. Really—"

His face was beaming with smiles, his buttocks had already left the chair, and he was about to run away.

"You have to believe me, it's not painful, really not painful at all!"

"Sanchez!!!" The raging flames consumed Miss Granger's last remaining sanity.

Suddenly she jumped up.

She bit her lip, staring at him with reddish eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Have you received your rabies vaccination?

"jump--"

The string broke.

Awoo~

A crazed little lion pounced on Owen, opening its gaping maw to bite!

"Wow, his teeth are pretty straight," he exclaimed.

"Hiss—"

Generous crab gift!

Coming to his senses, Owen grabbed a chair and used all four legs to fend off the lion's sudden attack.

Then, while making a tactical retreat, they shouted, "Gryffindors are eating people! Isn't anyone going to do anything about this? Gryffindors are eating people!!!"

"Ah~~~"

(End of this chapter)