I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 239 Irving: Don't overthink it, or I'll beat you up!

Harry and Ron fiddled with their pocket watches, dismissing Owen's money-making scheme with disdain.

This guy's head is filled with nothing but Galleons.

The twins and Hermione, who were standing nearby, were also very interested in the commemorative pocket watch; they had never seen such a magical item before.

Amidst the commotion, the tent was suddenly ripped open.

Percy walked in.

He came back with Ginny.

Bill then appeared at the door, waved to his Egyptian friend, and walked in with Charlie.

Finally, there's Sirius.

He had an ugly face, which Irving guessed was because he was annoyed by Lucius Malfoy.

"What's wrong? Where's Old Deng?" Owen asked rudely.

"Old Dumbledore?" Sirius was taken aback, then realized that he was referring to Dumbledore.

He then rolled his eyes at Owen and said, "I need to discuss some things with the headmasters of those magic schools."

"We haven't finished discussing it yet!" Irving said, feigning surprise. "I thought he had already settled everything last summer when we went to Beauxbatons!"

"You know?" Sirius walked over quickly. The sky was as usual, and he was not surprised. In fact, he would not be surprised by anything that happened to Irving.

Moreover, the Triwizard Tournament wasn't exactly a secret; it was just that the professors tacitly kept it from the young wizards.

He had no doubt that Irving could get some intelligence from there.

"It's not as simple as you think, even if Dumbledore goes to negotiate in person."

In the living room, Ron and Harry were having a great time playing with the commemorative pocket watch.

Although neither of them had much knowledge of ancient runes, Hermione did!

The little witch quickly discovered the trick to controlling the pocket watch.

The projection-shaped stadium in her hands seemed to grow larger and smaller, with cheers erupting from time to time—it was truly magical.

This naturally attracted Sirius Black, whose striking gray eyes sparkled with curiosity. He took off his dark brown robe and sat down next to him.

The robe, like a ghost, hung itself on the hanger.

"Last year we only had a cursory discussion, just testing the waters, after all, it's been suspended for so many years." He continued, his eyes fixed on the virtual stadium in Hermione's hands, "I heard Dumbledore wants to add something new this time. The difficulty will be greatly increased!"

"New stuff? What kind of tricks can they come up with?" Owen took a swig of soda and then gave the rest to the people next to him.

Only Hermione and Harry accepted the soda and drank it in large gulps.

Ron and the twins didn't like the taste; they said it was a bit like a potion.

"I just hope there won't be an age limit—"

"Forget about it," Sirius Black glanced at him sideways. "Dumbledore would never allow you to participate. Give up on that idea!"

"Why should I?" He jumped up from the sofa. "Am I not his student? Am I not good enough? I guarantee I'll win, okay?"

"That's why you're not allowed to participate!"

"What are you talking about?" The other young wizards watching were somewhat bewildered by Owen and Sirius's conversation.

Charlie and Bill, on the other hand, knew the details.

But—just like how they couldn't tell young wizards what the Sorting Ceremony was, as a tradition in the wizarding world, they decided to save the surprise for the start of the school year.

"You'll see when school starts," Owen said impatiently, then immediately turned to Sirius. "I protest! With so much prize money, why should we just give it away for free!"

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Sirius Black was utterly exasperated. He had just, for a fleeting moment, actually believed this guy was genuinely concerned for Hogwarts, wanting to keep the champion there. But it turned out—"So you were just after those Galleons!"

"That little bit?" Owen gritted his teeth, glaring resentfully at the rich young master who had been wealthy for generations. "How could a rich guy like you, who has never worried about money and has never experienced the life of an ordinary person, understand the suffering of us common wizards?"

He really didn't slander Sirius Black—when he was in the Black family, needless to say, as the eldest son of the Black family heirs, he had considerable wealth at his disposal.

Even if he leaves the Black family, there's still James, who's also a rich guy, right?

The Potter family is also a wealthy family that has been rich for generations.

Moreover, he also had an uncle named Black who had also broken away from Sirius Black, and his support for Sirius Black was substantial!

Therefore, this guy has never been poor.

Growing angrier by the thought, Owen pointed angrily at Hermione, "Look at her!"

Look at our poor Miss Granger! She wishes she could have two coins for every penny!

"I have never bought any cosmetics in the three years I have been in school. The only hair product I have ever used was a hair smoothing product that George and Fred bought for free from Joko's joke shop."

Oh—just to clarify, the Quick Smooth Hair Treatment is a hair care potion invented by Fremont Potter, Harry's ancestor. Because the raw material requires Asian dragon hair, the production line has always been in the Ming Dynasty.

"Huh?" Harry looked up at Owen, puzzled.

Is their invention the quick-smoothing hair product?

Is Fremont Porter his ancestor?

Irving ignored him and continued pointing at Hermione, "Look at her—look at her—she's still wearing that ugly pink hoodie and jeans, she's been wearing them for a year."

It's been a year!!!

I think if she could wear them for another year, she could!

How pitiful.

I--"

Finally, Irving was speechless.

Because Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, pounced on him in a fit of rage, holding a cushion in her hand, knocked him down, and then covered his head with the cushion, physically silencing him!

"Go to hell! (╯>д<)╯˙˙"

The tent was immediately filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.

Faintly, one could still hear hesitant voices coming from under the cushions, including but not limited to, "Gryffindor has committed murder—Granger is going to fall into the dark wizardry, etc."

In short, this tent was never short of laughter and joy.

It's like everyone's back at Hogwarts.

The same is true everywhere—there is never a lack of laughter.

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No sleep for one night.

The effects of the energy boost wore off around midnight, and Harry and his friends couldn't hold on any longer.

They each returned to their own rooms.

early morning.

When Irving got out of bed, the aroma of food had already wafted into his room.

Nothing happened that night.

There was no riot caused by Barty Crouch Jr., no sudden attack by Death Eaters, and no strange dark creatures.

With the greatest wizards of our time—the headmasters of various magic schools—in the presence of them, even if Voldemort were to rise from the dead again, he wouldn't be foolish enough to come and die.

This left Irving somewhat disappointed.

A grand celebration was ruined.

Good day!

He came out of the room and met Hermione with Ginny at the corner of the stairs.

The two girls were chattering away, and occasionally their cheerful laughter could be heard.

"What evil dark wizard scheme are you plotting?" He walked past Hermione, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her.

yeah?

Did you change your clothes?

Miss Granger finally took off her pink sweatshirt—today she wore a black and blue dress.

It's a very pretty dress.

It features white, blue, and black patterns resembling ocean waves, and the openwork design on the arms and neck allows glimpses of the fair skin underneath.

As for other places, they were well covered up—bad review!

The skirt covered all the way down to below the knees, and the hem was adorned with openwork rose petals woven from silver thread.

Ugh, a skirt maliciously lengthened with magic—bad review!

This skirt should reach the thighs, and a pair of long, slender, shapely legs should be exposed outside the skirt!

She was wearing black ankle socks and dark brown leather boots.

How should I put it—it's much better than yesterday's classic equipment.

The dress added a touch of mystery to her, and the fitted design at the waist also accentuated her growing figure.

It's a pity she wasn't wearing makeup, and her hair was too fluffy, standing up like it was on fire. Although Owen could tell she tried hard to use some hair conditioner to put her hair down, how could her proud ahoge be defeated by a little conditioner!

Still proudly independent—well, she didn't use genuine Porter brand fabric softener; it's probably a Muggle product.

"Plan? Ha—I think the hill behind is a good place to bury people, and I was just about to recommend you take a look." Owen's words ignited a spark in Miss Granger's heart.

"Bury someone?" Owen raised an eyebrow. "I suggest the valley to the north; the soil there is loose and suitable for digging!"

"Don't you think the scenery is better up in the mountains?" Hermione stared at him intently, as if she'd been shot. "I think you'd definitely like it there."

"No, no, no—lying high up is easy to get struck by lightning. It's better to stay in a low-lying area."

"Low-lying areas are also prone to flooding," Hermione said defiantly, biting her lip.

"I said," Owen stopped at the top of the stairs, one foot already on the downward step, and suddenly turned around, "Miss Granger—did you have insomnia last night? Why are you so irritable this morning?"

"Why don't you try my powerful sleep aid? It's very effective; Justin used it and said it was great!"

"A powerful sleep aid?" At this moment, Ron also woke up. He rubbed his face with sleepy eyes, and under his messy hair were a pair of eyes with severe dark circles.

It seems he was too excited last night and didn't sleep well.

"Will it work?"

"It works! Dude, I'll give you a good whack! Guaranteed you'll sleep like a baby!"

He turned and walked down the stairs.

I didn't see Ginny's resentful look.

She spent half an hour picking out clothes with Hermione—which now seems like a complete waste of time!

Especially that dress, which she had asked Dobby to "buy" for her in London that morning—it was a new summer style featured in a Muggle magazine she found in the kitchen that morning.

Unfortunately, her preparations resulted in this outcome.

A thin mist gathered in Miss Granger's eyes, as if something was shimmering within them—perhaps tears.

She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, imagining that she must look like a fool right now.

No—she's a fool.

The little witch lowered her head, trying her best to hold back the tears—she was trying hard not to let them fall, because that would make her feel disgusted and resentful of herself for being so weak.

Just then, that annoying voice rang out again.

"Oh! By the way," Owen suddenly turned around as he walked up the stairs, "Your new clothes are beautiful, they suit you very well."

He winked at Miss Granger.

Then he glared at Ginny with resentment.

These two idiots—don't they even wonder why there's a Muggle magazine in the wizard's tent?

Why is Dobby in his tent here this morning?

Why would he have pounds?

Why is that Muggle shop open so early?

Why does the store happen to have the right style and size?

Take a closer look at that magazine; is it possible that it was printed in July? And that it contains a lot of French?

Sigh—I need to use my brain more often.

Don't let it rust!

Irving smacked his lips, then turned and continued walking down the stairs.

Please don't misunderstand!

He just happened to see it during his travels in Europe, and he had to bring back some gifts for those little wizards!

This is a tradition among wizards.

When you go to a place, you always bring back a gift for your friend. For example, Ron once gave him a scaled-down model of the Egyptian pyramids.

As for—you might ask why no gifts were prepared for the others this time?

That guy advises you not to meddle in other people's business!

I'll beat you up!

Owen did not notice the change in Miss Granger's eyes.

He had already arrived in the kitchen, watching Mrs. Weasley and the busy Dobby and Kreacher waiting for dinner.

Dude, I'm really hungry!

After some time, the others also woke up.

After everyone washed up, they gathered in the kitchen to eat breakfast.

Talk and laugh.

After breakfast, the young wizards did not go home.

Instead, they stayed here.

Had the Death Eater invasion not occurred, the area around the stadium, where 100,000 wizards had gathered, would have long since become a bustling marketplace.

Many wizards from other countries are preparing to travel to London for a few days.

The rest of them were enjoying the summer.

Charlie led the young wizards to have a great time for several days before packing up and returning to Romania.

Meanwhile, the other young wizards also found the legendary door key—an old tire—on the surrounding hillsides.

Using it, they returned to Weasel Mountain.

It was on a small hillside near the Burrow, behind the village of Autri-Saint-Cachipol.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination. In the dim light of dawn, they walked through the village of Autri-Saint-Cachipol and along the wet path toward the Burl.

This was Irving's first visit to the Burrow.

As is well known in the first playthrough, he had never been here before.

With two weeks left in summer vacation, he accepted Mr. Arthur and Ron's enthusiastic invitation and embarked on a pilgrimage to the holy land.

Anyway, he really wanted to see what a cramped apartment looked like!

Of course, he would never say that he was actually so bored living alone that he was so bored that he was frantically instilling core values ​​in Dobby.

Otherwise, how could his worldview have changed so quickly!

This is all thanks to Kyrie Irving's painstaking teaching!

As they spoke, the group arrived at the door of the small dwelling.

The site of the humble dwelling may have originally been a large pigsty made of stones, and later some crooked rooms were added here and there.

The main building is several stories high, with four or five chimneys on its red roof. The entire building was constructed using magic.

This house looks like it might collapse at any moment, but it stands here steadily, protecting this home.

The house has several floors, and although the space is narrow, it is very comfortable.

The garden is home to many goblins, and like other wizarding homes, it also has all sorts of magical equipment and clothing.

After walking through the garden outside the house and a small pond, you arrive at the front door.

"Not bad, right? Even though it's a bit run-down." Ron walked over to Owen and Hermione, his gaze sweeping over their home. "But at least it's a home!"

"Hmm—it seems to have a unique vitality!" Owen said calmly.

Isn't that unique!

The humble dwelling was like an illegal building hastily erected on the riverbank.

It hasn't collapsed yet, which means it has a tenacious vitality!

Enter the first floor.

The place was extremely cramped. Apart from everyone sitting around a makeshift long table, there was nowhere else to go. George and Fred had to stand on the stairs for the room to fit everyone.

The kitchen is filled with all sorts of furniture and utensils; no space on the cabinets or walls is wasted.

And on that table, there were carefully arranged flowers.

The kitchen has two windows that face the garden outside, where flowers bloom everywhere.

On the wall between the two windows was a large photograph, a family portrait of the Wesleys.

Ron’s grandfather, Mr. Septimus, and his grandmother, Ms. Cedrella Black, are also on it.

And on the wall next to it hangs that famous wall clock.

Each arrow on the clock represents a family member. Melda glanced at it and noticed that Bill and Charlie weren't on it, probably because neither of them were in England. All the other hands were pointing to the "home" position.

For Irving, this place, though cramped, was clean. The air was filled with the warm scent of sunshine, making it a place he lingered in.

Each of the decorative items displayed in the room has its own story.

And this is definitely not something Irving will have.

His home was just a temporary place to stay—if it weren't for the brief, beautiful memories it held for him, Irving wouldn't even be living there.

"We still have so much to do in the last few days of summer vacation!" Ron said excitedly. "We can catch goblins in the woods, and we can catch water snakes in the lake! Oh! Harry, did you bring your broom?"

"Of course!" Harry patted the bundle wrapped around his waist and laughed happily. It was a magical bundle given to him by Sirius Black, enchanted with the Infinite Stretch Charm. He had packed all his belongings, clothes, school supplies, and even his broom inside.

"We can fly over the back mountain."

As they were speaking, Mrs. Weasley appeared behind them, her eyes filled with deep maternal love.

"Alright, little ones, wash your hands, we're getting ready for breakfast."

She herded the young wizards to the pool like ducks, and wouldn't stop until she saw them wash their hands one by one.

However, because the kitchen was too small, Mr. Arthur had no choice but to take out his wand and move the table to the garden.

I'm having some free time today, so I'll sneak in a little coding session.

(End of this chapter)