I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 247 Team Three, the Trio

He had heard Sirius mention it.

At Hogwarts, a young wizard named Owen rescued him from the Forbidden Forest.

But all along, he just thought the other party was lucky. Perhaps that little wizard did have some strength, but how strong could a teenager be?

"You can give it a try!" Irving said enticingly.

He even raised an eyebrow, his face full of provocation.

Moody couldn't understand why the young wizard in front of him, who was already quite accomplished in dark magic, would have such an expression.

But that didn't stop him from teaching this arrogant brat a lesson.

"In that case—Leech!" He certainly wouldn't use the Unforgivable Curse on a novice wizard.

But this did not prevent him from using the Mind Control Spell.

The difference between the Legilimency Curse and the Soul-Stealing Curse is that the Legilimency Curse allows one to see another's thoughts, and this can be defended against, and the person targeted by the curse will not be controlled.

The Soul-Stealing Curse cannot see other people's thoughts and is generally impossible to defend against, but its main function is to control the person being cursed.

In the magical world, the most dangerous spells are the ones that cannot be defended against. This is why the Legilimency Curse, which appears to be as evil as the Three Unforgivables, is not among the spells banned by the Ministry of Magic because it can be resisted by many other spells.

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.

A fleeting, pale light swept through the classroom.

Immediately afterwards, both Irving and Moody took a few steps back, caught off guard.

"Merlin's beard!"

The classroom echoed with gasps of amazement from the young wizards.

All eyes were on them.

Irving shook his head.

It doesn't feel good to have your head pried open.

Even if it was just a single swing of the sledgehammer.

"You." Moody leaned against the lectern.

He shook his head.

His half-wooden prosthetic leg slammed heavily to the ground several times.

It's like relieving some kind of pain.

Just a moment ago, he saw a figure.

The figure of a woman.

Silver-white hair, green eyes.

That face—he could never mistake it.

It was that woman—Gabriel Rozier.

"Who is Gabriel Rozier to you?" Moody said sharply.

"Huh?" Owen, rubbing his temple, turned around in surprise. "You know my mother?"

"She's your mother?" Upon hearing Irving's answer, Moody showed a look of sudden realization.

"Hmph! No wonder! Like mother, like son!"

Although he said this, his expression was very complicated, unlike the strong hatred he usually showed when talking about dark wizards.

"Decades ago."

Hey?

Is this it?

Who asked you that?

Don't explain, okay?

Irving's "You have your mother's eyes" is constantly on my mind, giving me goosebumps.

"When she was active in Europe, she caused the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble. Her wanted poster is still on the Auror handbook of the Spanish Ministry of Magic!"

"I never expected that such a powerful witch would..." Moody shut his mouth.

He doesn't want to recall a certain period of memory that he finds unbearable to relive.

That was his first time officially becoming an Auror and going on a mission to Europe; he was young and ambitious then.

But this sudden silence made Irving quite uncomfortable, because silence speaks louder than words!

You either need to explain clearly, or don't speak at all. It's easy for people to misunderstand if you only say half of what you mean, okay?

But considering his mother's age, she looks quite young.

In the dreamlike realm, if she were dressed in a Hogwarts uniform, Owen would definitely mistake her for a sixth or seventh-year wizard.

Perhaps it's because some kind of magical biological bloodline in her body has beauty-enhancing effects?

Did I inherit it?

Sirius said he had met his mother, and Owen speculated that his mother was about the same age as Harry's mother.

But—if that's the case, Moody would have been in his fifties by then!

Wow—I never expected this! I never expected this!

I always thought you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, were indifferent to women. It's shameful that you're over fifty and still so infatuated with teenage girls in their twenties!

Tsk—it seems like there's nothing wrong with that, right?

Hey!

"Spain? What's my mom doing in Spain?" Although Irving was quite reluctant to believe that Moody's scruffy beard had ever been in contact with his mother, reality didn't allow for any rebuttal. Being able to learn some things about his mother's past was good for him.

"Nothing much?" Moody readjusted his mindset. "Thirty years ago, she set fire to Madrid and almost burned the entire city down."

He said indifferently.

He seemed unwilling to continue the discussion with Irving on this topic.

He must have been badly beaten up in the past, which is why he's so reluctant to talk about it.

"Thirty years ago?" Owen exclaimed in surprise. "Thirty years ago, that—"

Sure enough, his mother possessed some kind of magical biological bloodline that could nourish beauty and prolong life.

Her appearance hasn't changed much since she was nineteen or twenty.

Oh ~

Thirty years ago, Moody was probably just over twenty or in his early thirties, still a young man!

In his youth, he met a fairy and was captivated for life; from then on, love took root, and he thought of her constantly.

Memories surge forth, leaving only resentment!

What lesson does this story teach us?

You should find a girlfriend as early as possible. If you rush in, it's goodbye. If you can beat her, you can push her down. If you can't, you'll just get beaten up!

你连被揍一顿的勇气都没有何谈你爱她呢？

Of course, this doesn't apply to everyone.

For example—Moody, stay away from my mom, you ugly bastard!

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 classroom, the young wizards whispered among themselves.

Everyone's not stupid; of course they could tell that Moody seemed to have had a grudge against Irving's mother.

Of course, Irving's mother once almost burned down an entire city.

Not only Hannah and Justin, but the Ravenclaws standing nearby also turned their heads to look.

Sure enough—this ability to cause trouble is a family trait!

"Wow, Owen, your mom is amazing." Justin silently gave Owen a thumbs up.

Now he's completely at peace with it. It turns out that the reason Irving is like this is entirely due to inheriting his mother's "fine tradition"! He used to think it was because he was bullied by other children in the orphanage when he was an orphan, which caused his personality to be somewhat distorted.

Now, how are the other children doing?

"Nonsense, don't you even know whose mother she is!" Owen raised an eyebrow confidently, blinking eyes that were completely unlike his mother's. His face was full of pride.

"That's so cool!" The young wizards, completely ignoring the fact that Owen's mother might be a wanted criminal, all looked on with envy.

To accomplish such a magnificent feat, what a powerful witch she must be!

Having a witch like that as a mother is absolutely awesome!

The students, each one seemingly eager to stir up trouble, became unbearable for the only orderly and benevolent professor in the classroom.

What's wrong with Hogwarts?

When did this trend begin?

These young wizards, once they graduate, will surely wreak havoc on the magical world.

Especially Rozier.

Moody's surprise stemmed not only from Irving's mother.

Besides that, what surprised him even more was that his mind control technique had just been countered.

It should be said that the moment he cast the spell, the small humanoid monster in front of him put up a defense, which should have been the Ironclad Spell.

Silent Ironclad Spell.

The young man in front of him did see some of his own memories.

That's so embarrassing.

Moody's face was unreadable, but Irving was all smiles.

Because in those brief, few images resembling those from PTT (a popular Taiwanese online forum), he saw Moody's most authentic memories.

This proves that the person in front of you is indeed Moody himself, and not someone in disguise.

This is a good thing; after provoking him for so long, the goal has finally been achieved.

Next.

After half a class of trial and error, Moody successfully discovered some tips for teaching at Hogwarts.

He first recounted several stories of his solo pursuit of the killer.

They successfully brought the young wizards' scattered thoughts back together.

Then he went on to talk about some of the behavioral characteristics of dark wizards.

Wizards who frequently use black magic will experience corresponding changes in their spirit, energy, and even appearance.

Experienced Aurors can even deduce the most frequently used dark magic from a dark wizard's appearance.

Moody was clearly one of the top Aurors.

The time that follows.

The classroom has finally returned to a relatively normal state.

The classroom was quiet; no one spoke.

It wasn't until the bell rang and Moody announced the end of get out of class and left the classroom that the discussion resumed.

Are they talking about it?

This must have been very disappointing for Moody's.

Because they did not discuss the key points he had just mentioned regarding dealing with dark wizards.

Instead, they were chattering and speculating about when Irving and Moody would get into a fight.

Because they looked like they were about to start fighting.

The news spread as the students who attended the class left, and soon everyone in the entire castle would know about it.

It took only a few hours for everyone at Hogwarts to know about Owen's background.

"Did you hear what those Hufflepuff students were saying? Owen got into a fight with Moody in Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "I heard Moody has a history with his mother."

"That's right, Irving is avenging his mother!" Ron added.

The Gryffindors who came out of the Potions classroom naturally heard this story.

They were in the courtyard, an open area of ​​the castle grounds facing Hagrid's Hut, after exiting the hall corridor.

"He's already causing trouble on the very first day. No wonder he's like this." Miss Granger's evaluation was naturally not so high.

There's one last class this afternoon.

During this short break, she finally managed to take a short rest.

"Moody is the best Auror, he probably is."

Before Ron could finish speaking, he heard a shout from behind.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"

Hearing the sound, they turned around and looked over.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stood there, looking at them with arrogance.

"What?" Ron asked irritably.

"I'm asking you, is that Sanchez from the Rozier family?" Malfoy asked, frowning.

As members of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans, while they share honor, there is also a hierarchy of contempt among them. The Weasley family is definitely at the bottom, while Rozier is undoubtedly among the top families.

The criteria here are not based on bloodline or family fighting strength, but on influence.

Originating in France, Rozier has a family tradition that extends throughout Europe, America, and Africa.

The most powerful French family once held important positions in the federation, including the position of vice president.

The Malfoy family, though also originating in Europe, has, apart from the British branch, disappeared entirely. There may be other branches of the Malfoy family, but none have fared as well as Draco's family.

"What's it to you!" Ron said viciously. "Get out of here, Malfoy, you're not welcome here."

"Don't talk like that, Ron!" Hermione stopped Ron from unleashing a torrent of profanity.

She silently rose from the stone benches that circled a huge English oak tree in the courtyard.

"Irving is from the Rozier family, what do you want?"

"Rozier?" Draco frowned, looking at Hermione with a gloomy expression.

He never understood why his father was so "protective" of Irving and that bastard. Last year, his father even sent him letters warning him not to mess with those two.

Now that he knows Irving's background, he finally understands some things.

Did his father take a liking to the Rozier surname?

Want to win them over?

I heard that Sanchez is French, so he must be a member of the French Rozier family.

Was it my father's desire to expand into the French market?

Draco didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from feeling disgusted with the bastard who had been causing him so much trouble at the World Cup.

"No wonder you guys follow that wanted criminal's offspring around like little shadows," Malfoy said with a sneer. "Oh! Weasley probably has his eye on his Galleons. After all, the Redheads all live in a shack. Hmm! How pathetic."

I saw your house in the newspaper, a picture of your parents standing in front of your house. Good heavens, you actually call this a house! If your mother could lose a little weight, she'd be passable, right?

"As for you, Mudblood." He then looked at Hermione, "Others might believe your nonsense, but I will never believe it!"

What Gryffindor descendant, what Godric bloodline? Don't be ridiculous. You're just a Muggle wizard, with inferior blood flowing through your veins, just like your lowly parents.

Your approach to that guy is nothing more than a pipe dream of marrying into a pureblood family and wanting to become a noble pureblood wizard overnight.

Hmph, just like your lowly bloodline, you resort to despicable means.

As for Poot, I seriously doubt he even has a brain. All he does is cause trouble; just wait and see! How long can Dumbledore protect you? Hanging out with that Sanchez all day, he's probably thinking about his next job. Once Dumbledore dies, he'll still be there to protect you.

Draco, unleashing his full power, stood in the corridor, his upper lip cupping his lower lip, rambling on and on about how he had insulted them.

Everyone around was stunned.

The young wizards who had been watching had already packed up their things and, one by one, tacitly kept their distance from the four of them.

In the corridor, the young wizard poked his head out, watching Harry and the others with an expression of amusement.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked Ron, turning his head to look at him.

"I don't know, did I hit my head on the way downstairs?" Ron looked equally puzzled.

Malfoy!

It's been so long since I've been this arrogant.

His sudden attack on them today made him feel somewhat uneasy.

"Who wants to go first?" Hermione asked coldly, already drawing her wand.

"Go easy on them, after all, it's a school. And—if we lose points to the house again this year, I'm worried about Professor McGonagall." Harry said with some fear, since if they lost points again this year, it would be the fourth consecutive year they would lose points.

Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even he himself was a little embarrassed.

"I will!" Hermione said in a deep voice.

Then, before Harry could react...

A sharp and blinding curse swept past, but this attack was not aimed at any of the Malfoy trio.

The curse resounded on the stone pillars in the corridor next to them.

The shattered stones rained down on the three Slytherins like a shower of petals.

"Ironclad Protection!" Draco reacted quickly, erecting a phantom armor that blocked all the rubble.

Gawain and Crabbe, who were standing next to him, were the ones who suffered.

The stones all flew towards them.

But the most unfortunate ones were the stone pillars in the corridor.

Shizhu: I've messed with that guy!

"Go easy on Hermione, don't kill him!" Harry yelled, but you could tell from his excited eyes that he wished he was the one who had just cast the spell.

As for Hermione, after seeing Malfoy quietly deflect her Explosion Curse, her brows gradually relaxed. She finally understood where this guy got the courage to say those three words to her.

For a year and a half now, that word has not been uttered by that young wizard at Hogwarts.

Guess whose credit this is?

Surely it couldn't be the achievement of Dumbledore's efforts in building the civilization of Hogwarts!

As for why Malfoy suddenly became so arrogant.

Hmph! That's nothing more than him gaining a little more confidence after defeating some Durmstrang wizards during the World Cup.

Haha—what a frog in a well!

Hermione gave a cold laugh.

His eyes were full of disdain.

She tilted her head back, her stray hairs falling naturally from either side, and the next moment, a spell flew out from the tip of her grapevine wand.

"ha?"

The curse did not strike Malfoy; instead, it arced through the air and plunged into the ground a few feet away from him.

"Didn't you eat? The spell is so weak." Malfoy let out a sharp laugh, but before he could be happy for long, his feet suddenly gave way.

"Idiot!" Miss Granger looked at Malfoy, who had suddenly sunk into the ground, her eyes narrowed, revealing a deep sense of disgust.

While the Ironclad Curse can resist magic spells, it cannot prevent her from altering the terrain.

With a simple transformation trick, the marble beneath his feet turned into a soft swamp, and the fool, completely unprepared, fell straight in.

"Damn it," Draco cursed.

The familiar feeling is exactly the same as during the World Cup.

"Goyle! Get me out of here, you idiot, and Crabbe too!"

Malfoy shouted at everyone around him.

But when he looked for his two henchmen, he was suddenly surprised to find that they had already escaped to the end of the corridor.

They left him there.

"Damn it! Come back! Come back now!" he screamed hysterically.

(End of this chapter)