I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 241 Irving: Make a wish! Make a huge wish!

"So you're not going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor anymore?" That's what Harry cares about. The days when he could see Sirius Black every day at Hogwarts were the happiest days of his school life.

If he could, he would like this kind of life to continue forever.

Hearing this, Sirius touched Harry's head. Harry's hair was inherited from his father; it was curly, somewhat fluffy, and very stiff, feeling a bit prickly to the touch.

Unlike his mother, who had a head of fiery red hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Moody was badly injured in the fight against the Death Eaters; he lost a leg and then an arm. But he still refused to retire." Sirius's tone carried a newfound respect, a basic reverence for the wizard who had dedicated his life to upholding justice and fighting against dark wizards.

Similarly, they were all members of the Order of the Phoenix and former colleagues.

"In the end, it was Dumbledore who persuaded him to accept the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"And I—I'm going to investigate the truth behind Regulus's death."

Hearing this, Harry finally couldn't find any excuses, so he could only sigh and nod silently.

Step out of the Broken Axe Bar.

On the streets of Westminster.

The little wizards all squeezed into a Rolls-Royce.

Seven people squeezed into one car, which obviously attracted the attention of the Muggles nearby, after all, this wasn't India.

They looked on curiously, but unfortunately, the windows were so dark that they couldn't see anything inside.

"I didn't know you could drive!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course—who do you think suggested modifying Arthur's car? And Hagrid, he should give me back my motorcycle too." Sirius smiled faintly and stepped on the gas.

The car sped away the next second, just like a knight bus.

The Muggles around them seemed not to have seen the strange, fast car. The moment the car started moving, each of them suddenly remembered something extremely important and hurriedly left.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at King's Cross Station.

The rain was pouring down, drenching them from head to toe.

To prevent them from getting soaked, Irving secretly cast a spell.

A thin layer of mist clung to them, and raindrops fell on them as if they were naturally sliding off raincoats.

"You've been a huge help, Kyrie," the group exclaimed in delight.

Harry and his friends can certainly do it too.

But they need to use a wand.

Unlike Irving, who could cast spells without a staff at will.

Upon entering the platform, I found many people already waiting between platforms nine and ten.

However, instead of gathering together, people stayed in small groups around the platform.

To prevent too many people from gathering, the Muggles would notice this unusual situation.

Owen was initially quite surprised by this; these wizards had finally learned to line up on their own!

However, when he saw several men in black raincoats standing in the crowd, acting strangely...

The astute Owen realized that this was definitely an official from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Transportation.

Well—it seems wizards will never learn how to queue.

A few minutes later, it was finally their turn in the invisible queue.

Pass through Platform 9¾.

The Hogwarts Express had already stopped there.

A deep red steam locomotive is belching out thick smoke.

Looking through the thick smoke, the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared as dark, ghostly figures.

Hearing the hooting of many owls in the smoke, the pig squeaked back, making an even louder noise than usual.

Hedwig never really liked the noisy owl.

It believed that the guy had absolutely no professional ethics as a deliveryman.

Yes, there is a hierarchy among owls too.

It won't even stand on the same bird perch as the pig.

Board the train.

The young wizards began to look for seats, which was easy.

Under Owen's friendly yet somewhat indulgent gaze, a box that had only been occupied by one Slytherin quickly became empty.

"The Slytherins are so generous."

Having already entered the private room and comfortably settled into the innermost seat, Irving said jokingly.

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Everyone felt helpless. They no longer had the energy to criticize Irving's little tricks, since he wouldn't change anyway.

The others landed immediately, opened the windows, and said goodbye to Sirius on the platform.

"We'll see each other soon!" Sirius shouted, winking at them.

Then, his voice was drowned out by the sound of the engine pistons, and his figure disappeared into the plumes of steam.

The train continued northward, and the rain grew heavier and heavier.

The sky was pitch black, and the car windows were covered with condensation, so the lights had to be turned on even in broad daylight.

Clatter, clatter, the food carts came rolling down the aisle; Owen and Harry had bought lots of cakes and snacks.

Granger paid the money.

Since the little witch wasn't going to give him the money for free, Owen decided to take advantage of her and squeeze every last drop out of her!

Hmph—no one—no one can take my Galleons from me!

Hermione took in all of Owen's expressions.

She sat right next to him.

In fact, that royalties weren't much at all.

That book, *Institutes of Alchemy*, wasn't a particularly valuable book; as a dictionary, its actual value was very low. Dumbledore only paid her eighty Galleons for it.

From May until now.

That money—she donated thirty gallons to the Hogsmeade Rehabilitation Foundation.

I bought some valuable books on alchemy and spent another twenty gallons.

Including the Galleons she had saved up, by the time of the World Cup, she only had 42 Galleons and 6 Silver Sickles left in her pocket.

It's not that she didn't want to give all the money to Irving.

just

She needs to save some money to buy gifts.

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.

In the afternoon, many people began to inexplicably pretend to walk past their cubicles.

And whenever they looked up, the little wizards would hurriedly run away.

Then a murmur came from behind the door.

"They're all your fans!" Harry laughed heartily. Finally, someone understood how he felt when he first stepped into the wizarding world.

At that time, everyone knew him, and everyone treated him with great respect.

This greatly distressed and confused Harry, and it took him a long time to adjust his mindset.

Hermione remained remarkably calm in the face of Harry and Ron's excitement.

She held the book "Ancient Alchemy Unveiled" and read it carefully, oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on the book written by Irving!

I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

"Hmm—The way of a general is to first cultivate his mind. He should remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before him, and not even blink if a deer runs past on his left."

"Girl, you have the makings of a Minister of Magic!"

"Huh?" Hermione turned to look at him, confused by the string of Chinese she had just heard.

"I'm telling you—if you want to be a general, you need to get your heart condition fixed first. In the Alps, even if a mountain collapses, you don't run. If a deer appears on your left, you don't even look. You're a bookish werewolf."

"Um?"

Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she slammed the book, "Alchemy Unlocked," shut.

"Hey! That's over four hundred pages long, you dare touch it!"

Dare to touch me—I'll lie face down on the ground!

"If I don't extort your underwear, I'll change my surname to yours!"

"Take my last name!" Hermione nodded as if she were thinking. "It's not impossible, is it—Owen Granger?"

The rain outside the window is heavy.

A thunderous roar echoed in the sky.

Finally, the train began to slowly slow down.

After changing into their school uniforms, they got off the bus one after another.

In the pouring rain, the young wizards each raised their wands.

The twinkling lights wove together to form transparent umbrellas, and everyone laughed and whispered, seemingly unaffected by the weather.

The first-year students stared in disbelief.

Good heavens!

These senior students are all so amazing!

"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry shouted as he saw a huge figure at the other end of the platform.

"Oh! It's you!"

"First-year students, come here!" Hagrid roared. "This is strange; why is it raining so heavily today!"

He complained.

But the sky showed no sign of letting them off the hook.

It was still frantically spitting out water.

"Owen!" Hagrid suddenly called out to Owen.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Owen, who had just found Hannah and Justin in the crowd, covered the bump on his forehead and turned to look.

"You're taking the boat into the castle," Hagrid said. "I remember you were student council president, weren't you? The rain's too heavy today. You're in charge of looking after the young wizards."

"Huh?" Owen was about to refuse, but then he thought about it and realized that he really was the student council president!

This is also part of his job duties.

We can't exactly put Professor McGonagall's blood pressure on the first day of school!

Oh well—never mind!

That's just how kind and considerate I am!

After saying that, he whispered a few words to Hannah Justin, then walked through the crowd and came to the platform.

Watching Hagrid direct a group of bewildered little ones, Owen suddenly felt a strange emotion, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Especially Hagrid's massive physique!

It was incredibly oppressive.

However, there seem to be more new students this year than in previous years.

Perhaps it was just Irving's imagination, but he felt that there were many more cases this year than last year.

"This way!"

Hagrid beckoned the young wizards off the platform and led them down the dark, damp, and chilly path.

Meanwhile, the bewildered children looked on with envy at the older students on the other side, each holding a magic wand and chatting and laughing, as they walked into the continent and boarded the magnificent silver-white carriage.

"Stop looking." That was Irving's voice.

"Aren't you envious of them?" A shrewd businessman's smile crept across his face.

In response, he was met with the fervent gazes of dozens, even hundreds, of young wizards.

"Want to learn magic quickly? Want to get ahead of others? Want to rise to the top and become a magic master?" Owen painted a rosy picture, his smile growing ever more smug.

"Sign up for my personal tutoring class, one-on-one instruction from the Hogwarts Student Council President, and I guarantee your spell level will improve by leaps and bounds! No money back if you don't learn it!"

School has just started, and we're having a limited-time special offer—"

"Enough, Kyrie!"

Finally, they emerged from the path.

We arrived at the shore of Black Lake.

Hagrid stormed over, furious. "Don't try to sell your evil dark magic to those kids!"

"Huh? That's slander! When did I ever teach anyone dark magic? Look at Harry and Ron, none of them know dark magic!"

"Then they don't need to pay for your classes! Hogwarts has professors who will teach them!" Hagrid said indignantly.

Their relationship has improved somewhat, but he will still point out things he doesn't like directly.

"The professors' lectures are all too bland." He meant to say mediocre.

Hagrid ignored him.

He shouted, "No more than four people per boat!"

He turned around and boarded a boat alone.

The young wizards, bewildered and confused, cautiously climbed onto the ship.

The rain was still falling, and a fleet of small boats sailed across the lake, which was beating like drums, heading towards the indistinct castle on the mountain.

Everyone remained silent, huddled together, trembling.

The icy rain poured down like a waterfall, soaking them completely.

Owen was certain that all those little wizards, their faces pale and lips trembling from the cold, would have fevers tonight.

He was on the same boat as two other young wizards.

Beside her was a little witch with light blonde hair, but because of the rain, her hair was stuck to her face. Her eyes trembled, her mouth quivered, her hands covered her arms, and her body kept shaking.

Like the other young wizard on the ship, they were like fledglings in the rain, with nothing to do but cower and shiver.

"Watch out!" Amidst the torrential rain and howling winds.

Hagrid shouted.

He had just pulled a young wizard from the lake, who had fallen in due to the waves.

"Hi, what's your name?"

On the ship, Owen slightly expanded his magical transparent rain, enough to cover the entire ship.

The wind and rain suddenly stopped, which surprised the little witch.

She looked up and met Irving's gaze.

"Aura—Aura Quirk," the girl stammered. (So cold!)

"And what about you?" He looked at the little wizard on the boat.

"Dennis Crevy, senior!"

"Crivey? You're Colin's brother?" Owen gave him a careful look. Hmm! He does look a lot like Colin.

Most importantly, Colin is a Muggle-born wizard.

His parents were both Muggles.

However, both he and his brother are wizards, which is very rare. It is already unusual for a Muggle family to produce a wizard, like Harry's mother, Lily, who is a wizard, while Petunia has not shown any extraordinary talents—such as magic.

However, both of Crevie's children were wizards.

Could it be that all those joking remarks he made were actually true?

Do all five million Muggles in London really have wizarding blood?

Who was the Squib of which pure-blood family this little guy from the Crevy family was?

"You know my brother!" Krivie said stiffly, a slight smile appearing on his pale face.

"Colin! Harry Potter's personal cameraman, everyone knows that. You'll see when you get to Hogwarts, he's quite famous!"

Of course!

Colin's name appeared several times in the Daily Prophet because the photos they published were taken by him.

After saying that, he turned to look at the little witch named Aura.

"New students travel to Hogwarts by small boat. This is a school tradition because the four founders arrived at the foot of the mountain by small boat."

"As your senior, your future mentor—of course, I'm not showing off or putting on airs here, after all, I really am the president of the Hogwarts Student Council." Owen said with a smile, then continued with what he thought was a gentle expression and emphasis, "Well, since we're destined to be on the same boat..."

"Make a wish!" he abruptly changed the subject.

With a rebellious smile, he said, "Make a big wish, put all your hopes inside, like putting a Christmas present in a gift box. Open it years later, and you'll be filled with surprises!"

"?" Aura looked up, her small face full of confusion. She felt that the senior in front of her seemed a bit strange.

But the other party claimed to be the president of the student union.

She was somewhat timid, yet dared not offend the other party.

"Then—I hope the rain will stop," she said blankly.

"Oh—no, I mean it would be nice to have torches."

When she realized how unrealistic her wish was, she immediately covered her mouth and hurriedly changed her words the next second.

"What a bold wish!" Owen winked at her, then reached out and ruffled her hair. "Although wizards have all sorts of magical powers, you must remember that wizards cannot change the terrain or nature."

Owen nervously gave his instructions, then slowly rose, placing one foot on the edge of the boat, raising his right hand, holding the wand, high towards the sky.

"But I can still fulfill the torch's wish." His gray eyes shimmered with starlight.

A slight smile played on his lips—and the next moment, he removed the transparent magic umbrella.

The storm engulfed him instantly.

Aura and Dennis used their palms to shield themselves from the wind and rain, and could only see the lone figure at the bow of the ship through their fingertips—a face as beautiful as jade and a figure as sturdy as a pine tree.

What is he going to do?

The two young wizards couldn't help but have this question in their hearts.

next moment.

The bright light pierced their eyes.

The two young wizards instinctively turned their heads away and closed their eyes!

—The sun rose over the lake!

"roar!"

That howling sound that cuts through the storm is the sword of a hero wielding against fate.

A golden light rose from the ground, so bright that all the young wizards could not open their eyes.

"Fierce Flames—Scorching the Heavens!"

Ta-da!

The sun suddenly cried out.

It was originally the child of the Heavenly Emperor, named the Golden Crow Divine Beast.

No—that's not the Golden Crow.

"It's a phoenix!"

Hearing the mysterious cry in his ear, Dennis barely opened his eyes a crack and, through the reflection on the lake, saw an elegant figure flying high in the sky.

He had seen this scene before.

In first grade, my older brother Colin sent home a magical newspaper with a picture in it. It was also a dark night with the sun rising over the earth.

It's just a different color; it's blue.

It will be golden for a moment.

But what they have in common is that they are all creatures that evolved from light.

Phoenix!

The most magical creature in the magical world.

Dream—soaring through the heavens!

(End of this chapter)