I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 253 The Weasley Family Treasure

After Dean Bridged finished speaking, Owen immediately glanced at the Rubik's Cube on the stone platform, thinking that it must be the key.

Ordinary wizards used to be able to enter underground chambers in this way.

"Professor, is the test life-threatening?" Miss Granger suddenly interjected.

She was somewhat worried, worried for Irving, because she knew that, given Irving's personality, he would choose to accept the test no matter what.

He never cared about his own safety.

"Oh! How could you think that? Of course not! This is Hogwarts, child! As a professor, how could I let young wizards be in danger?" Headmistress Bridget looked surprised. "Those tests aren't about fighting some terrible enemy or battling a dragon. In fact—there are many wizards who leave behind treasures, and their tests are all kinds of things. Some might just ask you a simple classroom question, and then they'll happily congratulate you on passing the test and leave you with a carefully prepared treasure."

Dean Bridged smiled and replied, "Perhaps one day when you are strong enough, you can return here and leave your treasures for those who come after you, and plan your trials."

"I see!"

Irving suddenly understood.

In other words, this underground chamber is actually for all young wizards at Hogwarts, not specifically reserved for the heirs; it's just that the trials for the heirs and the young wizards are different.

Moreover, the idea of ​​allowing later generations to participate in this secret chamber trial is truly ingenious, because as long as the later successors provide magic, this school benefit, which is like a small secret realm, can exist indefinitely.

They will pass on their knowledge through generations. In the promising future, with this torch being passed down, each generation of young wizards will only grow stronger.

Unless one day Hogwarts can't recruit any more wizards.

Speaking of treasure, this secret room is actually the treasure left by Merlin!

This is a treasure for Hogwarts, and indeed for all of Britain!

Upon hearing Dean Bridget's explanation, Hermione's face lit up with delight. If there was no danger to her life, she would also like to participate.

Gaining the approval of ancient wizards and acquiring their treasures—oh my god—it's just like in those fantasy stories—if you were the protagonist, that would be incredibly exciting and exhilarating.

"That's wonderful!" Miss Granger said happily. "Then, may I accept the test?"

"Of course, child," Dean Bridged replied with a smile.

"In fact, just getting here has already passed a test, hasn't it?"

She was referring to the staircase problem.

Hermione blushed and nodded vigorously.

Irving, who had been holding back for a while, looked up and said eagerly, "Then Dean, let's begin. I'm ready."

Dean Bridged smiled and nodded. Just as Owen was fantasizing about fighting demons and slaying dragons, the Hufflepuff sage spoke up, "Your first test: This is a riddle left by the Lady of Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff?" Owen's face lit up with joy.

Look at that—he's already got four founders at the start, and I can already see the golden cup beckoning to him!

"Yes, Lady Hufflepuff's riddle, but this riddle was solved by Hogwarts wizards five hundred years ago."

"It's untied?" Irving was taken aback!

No—I'm the main character, okay? Puzzles like this are obviously made for guys, okay?

Irving took a deep breath, his expression calm.

It makes sense, considering how many exceptionally talented geniuses have entered this secret chamber over the centuries.

He couldn't expect all the young wizards who entered this place to be like Justin.

Simple-minded, even simple-minded.

"Although the puzzle has been solved, the profound ideas contained in Lady Hufflepuff's puzzles have been inherited by generations of her 'children,' and you—" Headmistress Bridged looked deeply at Owen, worried about whether he could understand Lady Hufflepuff's philosophy. "If you were truly a child of Hufflepuff, such a question would not stump you."

"Of course!" Irving raised his head confidently upon hearing this.

It exuded the characteristic arrogance of Gryffindor.

"I am a true Helga Hufflepuff!"

She was already starting to worry.

Clearly, Dean Bridget in the portrait paused for a moment, his expression somewhat stiff, before continuing, "Beyond the fog that cannot obscure the view. Beneath the towering buildings of glory and honor, see your humblest friend clearly, and go and search—to retrieve the lost treasure of the Weasley family."

"???"

What kind of test is this?

Irving frowned.

Looking for something?

"Dean."

"I know what you're thinking," Headmaster Bridget said softly. "That thing is in Hogwarts Castle. Finding it will be easy for you."

"Really?" Irving asked skeptically.

The Weasley family's treasure?

Hmm—never mind, let's go out and beat Ron up first, and see what that kid knows.

Having made up his mind, he stopped participating in the conversation with Dean Bridged.

Hermione, however, went up with great interest, and it's unknown what kind of test she underwent.

As for Professor Victor, he was not qualified to take the test; only junior wizards were eligible.

However, he himself didn't seem to care. After Hermione walked up to Owen with great enthusiasm, a beaming smile, and high spirits, he went up and chatted with Dean Bridged for a long time.

Most of them are about the application of ancient magic.

After the conversation ended, he led Owen and Hermione to begin copying the ancient runes on the palace walls.

After a few minutes, when Miss Granger could no longer suppress the smile on her face, Owen finally couldn't resist and leaned over.

"What is your test?" he asked in a low voice.

"Judging from your face, you look like you beat me on the final exam, it must have been really easy!"

"Get away!" Miss Granger snapped.

"This is my test!"

"But Dean Bridget didn't say we couldn't ask others for advice, right?" Owen poked his head out, and after he made a rubbing of a rune representing 'life,' he said, "I can give you some reference!"

"Hmph—you clearly can't figure out the answer to your own question." Hermione suppressed a smile, as if remembering something, and continued, "I'm warning you, don't go looking for trouble with Ron. He definitely doesn't know anything about the Weasley family's treasure!"

"Are you sure?" Owen raised an eyebrow dismissively. "The Weasley family is one of the oldest and most prestigious magical families in the wizarding world. It wouldn't be surprising if they left behind some secret treasure!"

"But—" Hermione hesitated after hearing this, she had to admit that what Owen said made a lot of sense.

Moreover, the Weasleys have branched out throughout Europe and North America. Over hundreds and thousands of years, this family has weathered many storms and survived. It's hard to believe that there must be something unknown to ordinary people that has sustained them.

"Anyway, I've already prepared the whip and candles. I plan to sneak into the Gryffindor common room in a bit and hang Ron up for interrogation." Owen said thoughtfully, "Oh! By the way, what's the password for Gryffindor today?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Hmm—the password is: I won't tell you?"

"Go away (￣ω￣ヘ)." Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

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As student council president, Owen didn't actually need a password to enter the common rooms of other houses. Hermione, however, was unaware of this.

Anyway, he's definitely going to beat up Ron later, and then he can just say that Granger told him the password!

Hmm—it's decided then!

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing the boy in front of her reveal that dangerous smile again, Miss Granger immediately sensed a hint of conspiracy.

"Wait—" She squinted, her mind racing, and suddenly remembered something from the past—this guy had once barged into the common room of other colleges under the guise of tidying up the dormitories, and back then no one told him the password.

After all, no junior wizard in any academy wants this guy to come in and then nitpick and deduct points from their academy's score.

"You can enter other colleges' lounges without a password—you're the student council president, aren't you?"

"That look on your face just now—you wanted to infiltrate Gryffindor and then frame me for giving you the password, right?!"

"Huh?" Owen looked at Hermione with a shocked expression.

You bastard, were you peeking at the script?!

If you don't want to tell people, then don't tell them!

What's the point of mind reading? It's shameful—peeping into other people's little thoughts.

Irving did not ask her any further questions about the test.

Because that would make him lose face.

The group stayed in the underground chamber for several hours, and Owen even felt that it was already dawn.

But none of the three experts in this competitive environment intend to leave.

With the help of stimulants, they roughly copied the ancient runes in the main hall.

Until just before class was about to start.

Dean Bridged reminded them it was time for class, and Owen and Hermione reluctantly left the underground chamber.

As for that scroll god

He seemed tireless.

That day, Irving was in a daze. After the effects of the energy boost wore off, his fatigue seemed amplified. His eyes ached, his nose was uncomfortable, his lips were dry, and his head felt throbbing and dizzy.

I skipped my afternoon astronomy class.

(He lied and said he was sick.)

He didn't recover until the next day.

The original plan to raid Ron at night was abandoned because they were too tired to carry it out.

It was around seven o'clock in the morning.

The rising sun slowly ascends from the distant horizon, casting its golden light.

As Irving stepped into the auditorium, he saw a large group of students crowding around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

"Are you guys crazy?! Aren't you afraid of getting points deducted?" Irving roared. "Get out of my way, or I'll eat your food!"

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Normally, after he gives the order, those guys will obediently move aside.

But something unexpected seems to have happened today.

The crowd remained packed together, chatting and laughing, seemingly with no intention of leaving.

"They want to rebel!"

"Irving?" A familiar face emerged from the crowd.

It's Ernie McMillan.

He pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes shining. "Only one week left!" Ernie exclaimed excitedly.

"What? Only one week left?"

"The semifinals!" Ernie answered quickly, his whole body trembling slightly with excitement. "The school just posted a notice that representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 10 p.m. on Friday, October 30th. Classes that afternoon will end half an hour early. Students, please return your bags and textbooks to your dormitories and gather in front of the castle to greet our guests and then attend the welcome banquet."

"Oh, our fun is about to begin!" Owen exclaimed, realizing that it was about to start soon.

"Alright, I have to go!" Ernie said. "I wonder if Cedric knows about this; I need to go tell him."

"Cedric?" Justin asked, somewhat bewildered, after Ernie hurriedly walked away.

"He's the most promising Hogwarts wizard to participate in the Championship Tournament," Owen said casually. "No one in seventh grade is better than him."

"What a pity—if Percy were still here, he could definitely have won." Ron also squeezed out from the crowd.

----oh!!!

The hunt has begun.

Irving's face immediately lit up with a smile.

He walked over and locked Ron's neck in a tight grip. "Percy?"

Percy is more capable than this year's seventh graders.

Look at the current seventh graders, only Cedric is presentable.

Hogwarts has lost its way!

Unfortunately, others did not think so.

Most senior wizards who are seventeen years old or older seem to believe that they have the potential to become warriors.

"Come here, little Ron, your brother needs to talk to you!"

Irving laughed and pulled him to a secluded corner outside the doorway.

Ron yelled, though he didn't understand what Owen wanted to do, but even a fool could tell that he was going to get what's coming to him.

"Harry! Waaah—Harry, help me!"

In front of the auditorium, Ron's hysterical voice was both pitiful and tragic.

This sent chills down the spines of the young wizards watching.

Immediately, everyone fell silent, lowered their heads, and went their separate ways.

They genuinely thought they were blocking Irving's way, which was why he was going to throw a tantrum.

Only Harry—Ron's best friend—chased after him without hesitation, shouting, "Ron—Ron!"

He called out too, but unfortunately, by then the sweet old lady's mouth had already been covered by Irving.

All it could make were hissing sounds as it struggled.

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"The Weasley family's treasure?"

Walk across the covered bridge at the south exit of Hogwarts.

The group arrived at the lawn at the exit of the covered bridge, where they could look down and see Hagrid's cabin.

Several tall, dilapidated stone tablets stand here; in another world, countless tales, celebrated by many, unfolded here.

"I've never heard of any treasure in our house!" George said as they sat on the lawn, with Fred on the other side, the two of them sandwiching Owen in between.

"Why would Dumbledore ask you to find our family's treasure?" Fred asked, puzzled.

He glanced at the corner in front of the covered bridge.

Poor Ron was crouching on the stone steps, shivering.

He was completely disoriented and found it hard to believe what kind of horror he had just experienced.

"How would I know!" Irving said evasively.

He didn't intend to tell anyone else about the underground chamber directly.

He couldn't let this become public knowledge.

Those legacies must be passed on to young wizards who can bring value, so that they can return to Hogwarts in the foreseeable future and leave behind their own treasures.

If this becomes public knowledge, the secret tradition of the underground chamber will be lost within a few months.

As Dean Bridged said, discovering the secret room is a test in itself.

Since there is no danger, let this tradition continue.

"Ahem! You know, if we really had any treasures, I think they would have been sold many years ago," George said.

"No, that thing is still in the castle," Owen said thoughtfully.

As the oldest pure-blood wizards, it would be perfectly normal for the Weasley family to have anything left behind in the castle.

So no matter how much he tortures the current Weasleys, they won't know anything.

The answer should be in the first half of the riddle.

—The humblest friend?

What makes a truly humble friend?

A friend of the Weasley family?

The Weasleys have many friends; they are perhaps the most sociable family in the wizarding world.

How could he possibly guess?

"By the way, Kyrie."

"What's wrong?"

Fred suddenly opened his mouth. He deliberately tightened his face.

If it weren't for the constant trembling of his lips as he tried to suppress his smile, Irving would have thought he was just being serious.

"About our brother." He quickly exchanged a glance with George.

The brothers nodded immediately. They understood each other perfectly.

"Oh! Look at my poor Ron. He's been ravaged," George said tragically, his voice trembling. "I don't know how long it will take him to recover."

"We'll have to take care of him during this time."

"That's right, to ease his tension, we need to find some potions to feed him," Fred continued. "It looks like he'll need to take them for at least two weeks to get better."

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Irving glanced sideways.

"Are you two trying to extort money from me?"

"Hey! This isn't extortion!" George said.

“That’s right, how can this be extortion?” Fred said.

"This is clearly a reasonable charge for medical care. Besides, Professor McGonagall is so busy, we don't want to bother her with such a small matter."

"Hmm?" Owen raised an eyebrow and sat up from the ground. "You're threatening me?"

"How dare I threaten you!"

"How dare we threaten you!" The twins continued laughing. "Oh dear! Hermione should be coming by now. You know she's very serious. If she finds out, she'll definitely tell Professor McGonagall."

I was just in the castle.

After seeing Irving and Ron walk out affectionately.

Neville, who had witnessed the whole thing, immediately went back to his dorm to find George and Fred.

The two men, who were working on their new invention, made a decisive judgment upon hearing about this.

They left Neville in the lounge and told him to tell Hermione about it ten minutes after they left.

With this double insurance, there's no need to worry about Kyrie Irving not giving in!

One hundred thousand Galleons!

From the start of the semester, they were thinking about how to get some Galleons out of Irving's pocket.

This is exactly what they wanted.

"Hey?" Irving smiled. "You've gotten smarter, huh!"

"They even know to prepare for the worst!"

(End of this chapter)