I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 25 What did Gellert teach you?

It's quite a coincidence.

Dumbledore, feeling somewhat depressed, was taking a stroll in the castle.

They happened to walk right next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Then I heard Owen, the Shakespeare of the wizarding world, proclaim himself and give his speech.

Suddenly, that faint, deep-seated sorrow welled up again, stuck in my chest, neither rising nor falling.

pain!

It hurts so much!

He is now quite certain that Irving was sent by Grindelwald to torment him.

It is retaliation for some of his past decisions.

"Gellert"

The old headmaster, who had been thoroughly humiliated, dragged his weary body and gazed deeply at Irving.

Then, with a sigh, he turned and disappeared alone into the shadows of the corridor.

That figure—like the afterglow of a curtain falling.

With an infinite longing for the mortal world.

Meanwhile, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Voldemort, who had no interest in Owen, stopped wasting words with him. He was only able to breathe thanks to Quirrell's life force, and his energy was limited. It would be a waste of his precious blood to say another word to this idiotic little wizard.

After glancing briefly at Harry, the Dark Lord fell asleep again.

After Quirrell regained control of his body, he dared not make any further moves, having been warned by Voldemort.

After abruptly interrupting Irving's impending witty remarks, he began to recount the vampire story that hardly anyone wanted to hear.

The classroom fell silent once again.

As a result, Hogwarts fell into a period of calm in the days that followed.

Of course, this calm is relative; after everyone raised their expectations for Irving's antics, things have indeed calmed down considerably. Except for Hagrid.

During flight lesson, Draco and Harry's conflict still broke out.

Professor McGonagall was delighted to discover Harry's talent for flying and recommended him to Wood.

What puzzled Owen was that Harry and Draco didn't have much contact in this playthrough, so how could they still be entangled?

Could this be what they call destiny?

I wonder if they can make it work in their second cycle.

From the first playthrough, Owen, who was passing by, silently watched the drama unfold.

September flew by so quickly, and when we looked back, it was already mid-October.

He didn't get the sadomasochistic romance he expected, but he did get a scene unsuitable for children—something like midnight, multiple people, secret infiltration, outdoors, horror, being chased.

Okay—actually, Draco tricked Harry into a midnight wizarding duel, hoping to lure Harry out of the castle in the middle of the night so he could then notify Filch and catch him in the act.

It was just a pointless little trick.

But Harry, being a brute, fell for it, especially after he learned a few practical spells from Owen. The brute spirit of Gryffindor hidden in his heart began to stir.

then

To be honest, it's really not Kyrie Irving's fault.

All I can say is that Harry got cocky after learning a few spells.

In the original story, the trio, who were discovered in the middle of the night, hid in the fourth-floor corridor that was off-limits to all.

They encountered the three-headed giant dog, Louie.

In the original story, they took off running, and since Fluffy had just woken up from his sleep, they used this opportunity to escape unharmed. Hermione also noticed the trapdoor bolt under Fluffy.

But this time—Harry, who had been under Owen's tutelage for over a month, somehow got the better of him. Upon seeing Fluffy, he instinctively drew his wand, intending to confront him head-on.

then

A mage who is still developing has to fight against a max-level orc elite warrior in the royal city.

If it weren't for the lingering scent of Hagrid on them, they probably wouldn't have made it out of that room alive.

Of course, for Harry's provocative behavior, Fluffy was still very merciful and slapped him across the wall.

Then Hermione and Ron frantically pried him off.

They escorted him all the way to the school clinic.

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In the Hogwarts infirmary, Hermione sat by Harry's bedside, wiping away tears as she held his hand. Her eyes were red and swollen, her clothes were covered in dust, and even her once proud and independent hair had lost its former splendor.

He was playing a prank on someone, looking like he was about to listen to the savior's last words.

Oh! May Father Mei and Mei's children bless him, and the Mei family!

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall rushed over, wearing her plaid pajamas.

She glanced at Harry on the hospital bed, then her expression changed drastically.

Harry, wrapped up like a pretzel, groaned listlessly, his words mumbled indistinctly, as if he were saying, "Run!"

"It's all Malfoy's fault!" Ron shouted as soon as Professor McGonagall arrived. "That coward deceived us!"

Having been easily fooled by Irving, he had already realized what was going on by now.

The so-called midnight duel was a conspiracy from beginning to end. At this time, Malfoy was probably fast asleep in his big bed!

"Mr. Weasley," Professor McGonagall said coldly, staring intently at Ron until he felt a chill run down his spine, "Perhaps you should explain why Mr. Potter is lying here."

"It's a three-headed dog, Professor," Hermione interjected, looking up at Professor McGonagall.

"It's in that corridor on the fourth floor."

"The corridor? I remember that's where junior wizards are forbidden to go."

"We..." Hermione was momentarily speechless. She couldn't very well say that she had forced her way in to avoid Filch.

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze swept over Hermione's stammering face, and she instantly understood everything. Her eyes, behind her square glasses, instantly filled with rage.

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor!" she snapped. "Every single one of you."

Hermione was startled. Sixty points? Well, now she's finally beaten Owen once.

Even after he had been struggling for over a month, he had never lost so many college points.

"Alright, Professor McGonagall, the child isn't seriously injured." Head Nurse Madam Pomfrey walked in through the inner door of the university hospital, carrying a cup of potion. "Just a few broken ribs; I suspect he suffered some kind of impact."

"I was mainly frightened. After taking some medicine and sleeping for a night, I'll be full of energy again tomorrow."

Despite Mrs. Pomfrey's best efforts to reason with them, Professor McGonagall clearly had no intention of letting them off easily. "They broke the school rules and injured their classmate; they deserve it."

"You three." Her gaze swept over those standing and those lying down. "Come to the Transformation Classroom for solitary confinement every Wednesday and Saturday night."

"Until the end of this semester!"

After saying her last words, Professor McGonagall inquired about Harry's specific injuries from Madam Pomfrey. After watching him drink the potion and his complexion gradually return to normal, she left with peace of mind.

Of course, Hermione and Ron were unlucky; they were invited to Professor McGonagall's office for tea.

Don't you often wander around at night when you can't sleep?

Then let's stay up all night copying the school rules!

I won't be able to sleep tonight until I finish copying this.

Today's update isn't too late, mainly because: I'm at work now—

Damn, what a sad story. Poor working-class people who only get one day off a week, and sometimes they don't even get a day off.

Dear readers, please have pity on this kid and give me some votes! I'm begging you all~~~

(End of this chapter)