I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 256 Captain Jack Sparrow, I love you!!!

It looks strange; the hull and sails are all black.

There is a huge metal sculpture on the side of the ship.

It was a woman, or rather a witch, and Owen had reason to believe it was Harfon Mount, the founder of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A great Bulgarian witch.

Its portholes flickered with a dim, hazy light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

There are as many as 32 such faint lights.

With a splashing sound, the large ship emerged completely, bobbing on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the lake shore.

A moment later, they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then the metal witch statue at the bow of the ship suddenly turned slowly and 'disappeared' into the hull.

The hull was constructed by incorporating planks one by one, which then intertwined to form a long wooden staircase that stretched to the shore.

From afar, Owen seemed to see a wizard standing on the mast of a ship, his hands clasped behind his back.

He was dressed in a black trench coat and looked at them.

A strong wind blew from the Scottish Highlands, making his trench coat billow.

That overflowing, yearning-for-free spirit captivated everyone who saw him.

"Who is that?" Everyone asked this question.

From afar, Harry and his friends felt that the figure looked familiar; they thought they had seen it somewhere before.

Not only him, but Ron and Hermione beside him also had similar feelings.

This feeling even extended to Hufflepuff, where Hannah and Justin also felt a sense of familiarity.

At the gate, beside Dumbledore, Owen gazed intently at the mast.

He smiled enviously. When will we be able to cultivate that cool demeanor?

"This ship should have a name!"

He whispered to Dumbledore, "A simple yet resounding name."

"A name that can command the submission of the entire world!"

"Oh? What should it be called then?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"The Black Pearl!" Irving said firmly, "Gentlemen."

"Ladies! You will remember this day forever, for we almost captured Captain Jack Sparrow!"

"Wow!!!"

He let out a long howl.

If he had rum on hand, he would definitely drink with the great Captain Jack Sparrow!

Wow!

We set sail, we embark on our journey, we overcome all obstacles, we ride the wind and waves.

My heart is free of all attachments; the compass in my hand forever points to freedom.

Irving continued spouting incomprehensible nonsense.

Meanwhile, Durmstrang's students were slowly descending the wooden stairs.

From a distance, regardless of gender, Durmstrang students were about the same size as Crabbe and Goyle.

As they drew closer and stepped into the light streaming into the foyer from the lawn, everyone realized that the reason they appeared so large was because they were all wearing fur cloaks with tangled, tangled fur.

The leader, as he stepped into the light shining from the castle's main gate, was, in the young wizard's view, tall and thin like Dumbledore, with short white hair, a bow tie, and a leisurely gait.

The man walked up to Dumbledore and looked at him with his heterochromatic eyes.

"You've come!"

It's unclear which of the two people uttered those words first.

"Someone suggested I take a break for a while," Grindelwald said, looking at Dumbledore.

The old headmaster understood immediately, glancing sideways at Irving, who was watching him with an eager, gossipy expression. A smile appeared on his face. "That kid cares about you a lot. Much more than I imagined."

"I was surprised too," Grindelwald said.

"I will respond to him and tell everyone that it's worth it." His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"You know about the successor?" the old headmaster whispered.

The surrounding young wizards were all captivated by Krum.

As the boy walked by, everyone noticed his striking hooked nose and thick, dark eyebrows.

He still looked as gloomy and sickly as before; his condition was indeed not very good.

Looking up at the figure in the leather jacket in the distance, the complexity in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Irving knows why.

Krum and Grindelwald have a blood feud.

His grandfather died at the hands of his maternal grandfather decades ago.

"I know." Grindelwald nodded slightly, his gaze also falling on Irving. "But he's too inexperienced. Before he's fully matured, the storms of the outside world shouldn't fall on his shoulders."

"At least I'm still alive!" he said.

His eyes suddenly turned sharp.

"But—" Dumbledore frowned, "about the child's body."

"I know, I'll figure something out," Grindelwald interrupted. "I won't let that happen!"

The conversation between the two important figures continued.

In the garden, the whispers of the young wizards grew louder and louder.

"It's Krum, Viktor Krum, he's come to Hogwarts!" Ron continued to exclaim.

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player," Hermione said unhappily.

"Just a Quidditch player?!" Ron stared at her, seemingly unable to believe his ears. "Hermione, he's one of the best Seekers in the world. You've probably forgotten who caught the Golden Snitch in the game."

"Then have you forgotten who won in the end?!" Hermione retorted.

Miss Granger remained calm throughout.

Unfortunately, only a few people can remain calm like her.

That's a superstar! At that moment, many people were pushing and shoving forward. Lee Jordan was standing on tiptoe, jumping up and down, trying to get a clearer view of Krum's back.

Several sixth-grade girls walked along, frantically rummaging through their pockets for something.

"Oh dear, I can't believe it, I didn't bring a single quill pen with me!"

"Do you think he'll sign his hat with his lipstick?"

"This is absolutely ridiculous!" Hermione said, frowning.

Especially what has happened recently.

While she was struggling with the trials of the ancient wizards, the other young wizards were busy chasing after their idols.

This immense sense of separation made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"If possible, I want his autographed photo," Ron said. "Does anyone bring a quill pen?"

"No, they're all upstairs in my backpack," Harry said.

"That's a real shame!" Ron stared intently at the burly man. There was still time; they would probably be staying at Hogwarts for a few months, and he would eventually have his chance.

Ron was still waiting, while the two legendary wizards at the gate were discussing increasingly dangerous and profound topics.

"Brussels," Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject.

Brussels, the capital of Belgium, is home to the headquarters of the European Union.

Quite coincidentally, the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards is also located in Brussels.

"The pieces left behind by Swann Rozier have been cleared out. With the list of people I got from you, plus Queenie's help, the clearing process was faster than I expected."

Grindelwald said indifferently.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore, standing to the side, instinctively cast a scrutinizing glance.

"Alright! I only cleared out the Federation; I didn't kill them." Grindelwald smiled dismissively, then explained, "Doing so might cause us unforeseen trouble."

"Europe needs them," Dumbledore said firmly. "The Unborn are everywhere in Europe, and for months, the Ministries of Magic in various countries have been busy hunting down those creatures. The casualties have been enormous."

"We can no longer afford any form of war."

“That’s none of my business, Albus,” Grindelwald interrupted him. “As long as they don’t bother me.”

The old principal remained silent.

Meanwhile, Irving was engrossed in watching the drama unfold.

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a gift box from the deepest part of his pocket. Inside was an exquisite quill pen.

In addition, the gift box also contains a small postcard—"Too much freedom, everything is in chaos"—Granger.

This is an English proverb.

With a "snap," Owen slammed the gift box shut again, hmph—out of sight, out of mind.

Then, holding his quill pen, he returned to the great and exceptionally handsome Mr. Gellert. "Oh! Kind Captain, please sign an autograph for your fan!"

"Write: Captain Jack Sparrow wishes you eternal sailing on the great freeway."

He stared with his large, watery gray eyes and handed the quill pen and parchment to the still handsome Mr. Grindelwald.

Captain Jack lowered his head and took the pen and paper from Owen's hand.

"How do we fill the power vacuum that's left?" the old principal continued to ask.

"Hmph! Dumbledore—don't push your luck." Grindelwald's eyes were sharp.

The so-called power vacuum was naturally filled by the saints.

Unlike sixty years ago.

This time, he no longer sought to stand in the spotlight. Instead, he chose to gradually undermine the Federation.

After Swann Rozier's death, the pureblood forces she left behind have been severely weakened.

And the saints also infiltrated the group as the personnel changed.

Dumbledore couldn't possibly be unaware of these things. As the chairman, how could he not know about such a massive personnel change within the Federation?

He asked that question simply to get him to give up some positions for those stupid, incompetent guys.

With a few swift strokes, Captain Jack Sparrow wrote a passage on the parchment: "Too much freedom, too much chaos." —Gellert Grindelwald

Then he handed the parchment back to Owen.

And Irving?

He excitedly opened the parchment, but less than a second later, his face fell.

Oh, Grandpa! You're so naughty, does your husband know?

He pouted, his face full of displeasure, and looked up at Grindelwald, his unhappiness practically etched on his face.

Hmph! From today onwards, Old Deng is a grandfather, and you—you'll just have to be your grandmother!

"."

I heard about Grindelwald's oath.

The old principal, quite unusually, did not speak with this friend with whom he had shared a love-hate relationship for decades.

Human energy is limited, and for the rest of his life, his most important enemy was Voldemort.

As for the others—those conspiracies—those darkness—those changes.

He was powerless to stop it.

Let's leave these to future generations!

He sighed softly.

Then he looked to the side and saw Irving pouting with a displeased expression.

Suddenly, the old principal felt that the burden on his shoulders had become even heavier.

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Another five or six minutes passed.

The distant horizon.

Suddenly, a few rays of light pierced through the dark clouds.

"Look!"

Some of the young wizards realized what was happening.

They realized that this was the last school—Iphamoni Magic School.

The light in the sky no longer flickers.

Instead, it became a long-lasting light, like a searchlight.

With a deafening roar, the clouds were torn apart.

"Oh! Merlin's beard!"

The young wizards gasped in amazement, for no other reason than the sheer magnificence of the steel spaceship high above them.

"It looks like half a wrench."

A shout came from one of the young wizards in the crowd.

It incisively points out the magnificent appearance of the spaceship.

To be precise, the ship's hull resembles a dish cut in half. The metal of the hull appears unusually thick and heavy.

The bow has a cylindrical structure, the purpose of which is unknown.

At this moment, the sky was sparsely clouded, and the hazy light seemed to be lines spread all over the body of this steel ship.

In this magical world, the sudden appearance of such a technologically advanced spaceship is truly astonishing.

Irving almost thought the Trisolarans had attacked.

Just as he was preparing to confront the Lord directly.

From the very center of the disc-shaped hull, a cone-shaped terrace slowly rises, resembling a torch.

The flames burned intensely.

The remaining embers left the emblem of the Iphamoni Magic Academy in the air.

It was so spectacular that it left people speechless.

Then—the spaceship slowly descended, hovering in the air, and came to a stop in the canyon of Castle Mountain amidst a series of roars.

The sound was that of metal striking stone.

Then the torch-like terrace slowly continued to rise, extending like an elevator to the flat land on the mountainside.

The lighthouse shone brightly, illuminating Hogwarts Castle on the east side.

"What are they doing!" Harry exclaimed, covering his eyes.

The bright light made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"I don't know, but I can tell they're showing off!" Hermione waved her wand, and the surrounding brightness instantly decreased.

"But I have to say, that spaceship was really cool, it was like—" Harry stopped abruptly, the words caught in his throat, he forgot what it was called: "You know, that—the spaceship from Star Wars, what's its name? Hermione?"

"The Millennium Falcon!" Hermione immediately gave the answer.

"That's right, the Millennium Falcon!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Dudley had a ten-foot-tall model of it as a tenth birthday present. They went out to eat that day, and I watched the VHS tape of Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope at home." (ps: Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope was released in 1977.)

He dreamed of having a model of the Millennium Falcon back then, but Harry knew that Aunt Petunia would never buy it for him.

Even a poster wouldn't be possible.

"Star Wars? What's that?" Ron asked dumbfounded.

"A movie!" Harry turned to explain to him.

Ron was still confused, so Harry had to spend some time explaining to him what Muggles were like before the images appeared on the screen.

After talking for a long time, Ron's mouth was dry and his eyes could no longer focus. Explaining to him was like talking to a brick wall.

Harry could only vaguely say that it was a kind of magic called technology mastered by Muggles.

"Heh—" Just as the two were talking enthusiastically.

A dissatisfied nasal sound came from the side.

"Didn't either of you notice the name of that spaceship?" she said.

"Name?" Harry paused, then remembered the huge, flowing, dark blue English letters on the massive ship's hull.

"What's with the name 'Mayflower'? What does that mean?" Hermione said angrily. "And they made that lighthouse so bright, illuminating most of Hogwarts. What are they trying to do?"

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked blankly.

"Idiot! Don't you read any history at all?"

Hermione glared at the two ungrateful bastards and said with a fiery tone, "In 1620, a sailing ship called the Mayflower set sail from England to America. This marked the beginning of American history, and the founder of Illuminati was on that ship."

Now they've returned in a ship with the same name, and with such a grand display. The Millennium Falcon was clearly built temporarily for this competition, and the movie wasn't released until 1977.

And that lighthouse—they are lighthouses, so what are we? Indigenous?

All around, exclamations of amazement rose and fell from the young wizards.

Especially after the metal lighthouse opened its doors and the wizards of Iphamoni came out one after another, the gasps of amazement around her increased even more.

This made Hermione's face grow increasingly dark.

She felt like a North American native standing on the shore marveling at the sailing ships from Europe, completely unaware that what came down from those ships were nothing but devils.

"this--"

Hermione's explanation was very simple and easy to understand.

Harry and Ron's expressions changed several times, and they both became uneasy. They finally understood that this grand opening was an insult to them and to Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, the little wizards around them were still lost in thought!

"Hey! I think your idea is wrong!" At this moment, George and Fred came over.

They laughed heartily, a dangerous glint in their eyes. "What if they're here to find their father?" George said.

"Didn't Irving say that their school was a knock-off of Hogwarts?"

“You’re right, George,” Fred said in a similarly dangerous tone. “Six months from now, after they leave Hogwarts, they’ll know who the best magic school in the world really is!”

The commotion of the young wizards did not reach Dumbledore's ears.

Perhaps he heard it, but he didn't really care.

Meanwhile, Grindelwald had already led Durmstrang's young wizard into the castle.

The person in charge of receiving him was our dear Professor Snape.

"Dumbledore!" The leader of Ilfamoni was a man wearing a red coat, a brown bow tie, and a gold Gordi knot brooch hanging on his chest.

She doesn't look much younger than Dumbledore.

Her hair was slightly curled and mostly white.

A hint of apology flickered in his dark eyes.

"Welcome, Lari." Dumbledore shook her hands. "Your entrance was quite impressive."

(End of this chapter)