I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 259 Hagrid and Gryffindor

"A salute to the great alchemist Weasley!"

After saying that, the two of them jogged to the gate.

He walked out of Dumbledore's house, where the walls were covered with ancient runes.

Standing outside the gate.

The twins pulled a gold-plated owl from their pocket.

They held up their wands and gently tapped the owl's body.

Then the purely metallic creature seemed to come alive; its expression, posture, and movements were almost indistinguishable from a real owl.

Then the two brothers put something that looked like a hair into the alchemical owl's belly.

Then came two pieces of parchment.

After doing all this, throw it forcefully.

The alchemical owl flapped its wings and struggled to take flight.

Amidst the puzzled or surprised gazes of the young wizards, the owl, carrying two pieces of parchment in its beak, quickly flew above the Goblet of Fire and then easily broke through the golden thread left by Dumbledore.

Spit out the paper strip from above the Goblet of Fire.

The next moment, the blue flames began to boil.

"It worked?" Ron stared in shock at the alchemical bird that had flown back into George and Fred's hands.

"This—" Hermione was speechless.

That's way too easy!

She was filled with endless emotion.

Is this curse, which seems like it could be broken by sending an owl, really something left by Dumbledore?

"My God! How did you do that?!" Ron exclaimed in shock.

Then he excitedly ran over. "I—"

"What do you mean, 'what are you saying'!" The twins looked at Ron with a broad smile. "Want to participate? Sure!"

"Only five Galleons."

"Then I will!" Ron asked expectantly.

"Five Galleons," the twins said in unison.

"I'm your younger brother!"

"Ten Galleons!" the twins said dismissively, raising their eyebrows.

Ron blushed, his eyes fixed on the twins as if he were seeing them for the first time, which made the young wizards watching around him unable to help but laugh.

"Owen! You can probably do it, right!" George and Fred were already busy scavenging the pockets of the young wizards around them with owls in hand.

Ron was extremely anxious.

Although he had some savings, he would never give them to George Fred.

"If they can do it, then you can't."

Suddenly becoming clever, Ron even used reverse psychology on Owen.

Unfortunately, his attempt to provoke him was so simplistic that all he got in return was an eye roll from Irving.

"A brilliant design!"

Of all those present, only Irving recognized the method George and Fred had used.

First: The alchemist flew through the air without touching the ground, thus avoiding some of Dumbledore's magic.

Next was that one hair that appeared out of nowhere. Metal is inanimate, so the old headmaster's circle could only detect that hair. Owen guessed that it must belong to that adult Gryffindor wizard.

In addition, he noticed the dense ancient runes covering the alchemical bird.

'Silence' 'Chaos' 'Inversion' 'Deception'

It's all just messy engravings.

The entire design is extremely rudimentary; the fact that this giant bird can fly is practically thanks to Merlin feeding it.

But that's reality; your methods don't need to be fancy, they just need to be effective.

The twins' answer perfectly matched Dumbledore's question.

However, Irving deduced that this gold bird was definitely not made by the twins; they must have received guidance from a master.

"No problem!" The twins happily collected the Galleons.

"Weasley's talent," George said smugly.

"Except for you, Ron, of course," Fred said.

"As the oldest and most ancient family, Ron, you've lowered the average IQ of our family," the twins added in unison.

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As Ron watched his two older brothers rake in huge sums of gold, he gradually became numb.

An absurd idea, one he would never believe, but perhaps true, suddenly popped into his head.

"Could it be—that our family possesses some kind of mysterious talent?"

Or perhaps their family really has some secret treasure?

Just like what Kyrie Irving has been looking for lately.

"Don't you know about the Weasley family's secret treasure?" George and Fred exchanged a glance, both seeing the mockery in each other's eyes. "Oh! Maybe Mom thinks you're too stupid to inherit our family's treasure."

"Impossible!" Ron shouted.

"Why not? Think of Charlie and Bill, every one of the Weasley kids is incredibly smart. And look at you." George continued, uttering hurtful words.

"Don't be discouraged, buddy," Fred said with feigned sympathy, putting his arm around Ron's shoulder. "It's good to be an ordinary person, at least you don't have to get involved in the Weasleys' destined-to-be-great-life fate."

"What fate? What do you know? What did Mom not tell me!" Ron was somewhat hysterical. Yes, compared to his five older brothers, he did seem less intelligent. Could it be that what George and Fred said was true?

"We won't tell you, Ronald. Your brothers' wings will shelter you from the wind and rain, and—cough cough—protect you for life."

"No! I don't believe it!" Ron, whose heart was in turmoil, now truly believed that there might be some secret treasure in their family.

The most terrifying thing is that the whole family probably knows, but he is the only one who doesn't.

The only thing that gave Ron a sliver of relief was that Ginny probably didn't know either.

On the other side, the twins' lips suddenly curled up, as if they had seen through Ron's thoughts.

Because his thoughts were written all over his face.

"Ginny knows too," George said, patting Ron on the shoulder with a look of pity.

She just didn't want you to feel sad.

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Ron stumbled back several steps.

"I don't believe it!" he said bitterly.

"I don't believe it!!!" he yelled, then turned sharply and ran toward the spiral staircase.

He was going back to his dorm to write a letter to his father, asking him what secrets the Weasley family was hiding!

Why did the whole family keep it from him?

"Hey Ron!"

"Ron!!!" Harry yelled.

Unfortunately, the running boy did not stop and disappeared at the end of the gate in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe—" Owen's lips curled up as he silently walked over.

"You two can keep bluffing!" he said.

"Once he really goes crazy, you'll all regret it."

"Tch—he's an idiot," George said casually. "What Weasley family treasure!"

"How can anyone actually believe such a thing!"

"Exactly," Fred chimed in. "If our family really had some kind of treasure, I would have kicked the Malfoys out of England long ago."

"Heh," Irving chuckled. "That's not necessarily true."

He said, "What if there really is treasure?"

Then, Owen raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione.

Miss Granger, who was being watched by Owen, remained silent.

Although she knew Irving was just trying to fool people again.

However—the current guardian of the underground chamber is indeed a member of the Weasley family, so calling the treasure she left behind the Weasley treasure seems plausible.

Thinking about it this way, Ron's family does indeed have a huge secret treasure!

Moreover—she also wanted to see the Geminis get their comeuppance.

Hermione immediately nodded solemnly to the twins, acknowledging Owen's words.

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This time, it was Gemini's turn to be dumbfounded.

What do you two mean? You're not trying to fool them, are you?

"Perhaps your branch isn't qualified to know the Weasley family's secrets." Owen almost verbatim repeated the same lines the twins used to trick Ron.

In short, I don't expect them to believe.

If you believe it, that's fine.

Ah—that's the ultimate level of deception.

After that—as long as he releases a few smoke bombs, they'll fill in the blanks in their own minds, and then believe whatever they imagine without question.

Hehe—Gemini fell silent.

Although they didn't believe Owen's words, they still trusted Hermione.

Besides, Irving has indeed been searching for some Weasley treasure these days.

Could it be that some former Weasley member left something at the school?

Thinking about it this way, it seems quite reasonable, because if the two of them graduate, they will definitely leave something interesting at the school for the future young wizards.

Perhaps this is exactly what Owen and Hermione are looking for.

Gradually, the twins also developed a strong interest in the secrets hidden in the castle.

hall--

Irving and his friends finished breakfast.

It started raining early in the morning.

Everyone instinctively wrapped their clothes even tighter.

Owen noticed that the young French wizards from Beauxbatons were also succumbing to the weather, pulling out thick robes from the bottom of their trunks, each one more bundled up than the others.

He showed none of the grace he had last night.

After breakfast, Harry suggested going to find Hagrid.

He said he wanted to remind Hagrid to hide the Bombtails so as not to embarrass Hogwarts.

His real intention was to get closer to those divine talisman horses.

Ideally, one should be conquered.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to invite Qiu Zhang to ride a horse with him—that would definitely leave a deep impression on her.

The group left the castle and arrived at Hagrid's cabin a few minutes later.

Harry went up and knocked on the door, and a low, guttural bark immediately came from inside.

"Oh! It's you!" Hagrid opened the door. "I was just about to—"

"Where are you going?" Hermione looked up at Hagrid.

He looks so strange.

Despite having greasy hair, it was all neatly combed.

Wearing a suit with a large waistband that could fit both Harry and Ron—was that big?

The most terrifying thing was that there was a red rose on his chest.

Hagrid had never worn clothes like that before.

"Good heavens! Hagrid, you're going on a blind date?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No—" Hagrid blushed instantly, "I just—I just changed my style."

"Style?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Your style has changed quite a bit."

"Alright, listen up." Hagrid quickly broke free from the scrutinizing gazes of the young wizards. "I need to go find—Owen—to talk to him about something."

He wanted to leave.

But as he finished speaking, a head suddenly peeked out from outside the door, resting against Miss Granger's side. "Oh—were you looking for me?"

It's Kyrie Irving.

He was looking at Hagrid with a mocking expression.

"You should get a bottle of perfume, cologne would be nice."

"Uh—" Hagrid looked embarrassed.

He hesitated in front of the door for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Owen knew perfectly well what Hagrid was busy doing—wasn't he just trying to get closer to Mrs. Maxime?

They are indeed the most suitable people for each other.

He was certain that before this, Hagrid might have planned to never marry and stay at Hogwarts forever.

Seeing the giant's unusual behavior, Harry and Ron started asking him questions in unison, as if they were interrogating a criminal.

Poor Hagrid could only blush and stammer, changing the subject.

Until our kind-hearted Miss Granger suggested going to see the new magical creatures Hagrid was preparing for the expanded curriculum at the three magic schools. (To get a look beforehand, to check them out, so he wouldn't pull out some outrageous magical creature in class and embarrass Hogwarts.)

This finally freed Hagrid.

"Wait a minute, Kyrie."

Before watching Harry and the others leave the cabin, they walked towards the distant meadow.

Hagrid stopped Owen. "It's perfect to run into you. I need your permission for something."

In the distance, Harry walked through the pumpkin patch. The group glanced sideways at the large pumpkin beside him, thinking they could take some back with them, since it was Halloween. They'd make good decorations.

Hagrid then led Irving into the cabin.

The two discussed some things carefully for more than twenty minutes.

It didn't end until Harry returned from the meadow looking somewhat dejected.

"I thought those divine horses would be very gentle," he said.

It is quite clear that his conquest plan was not very successful.

"Irving, what are you and Hagrid discussing?"

Just then, Owen came out of the cabin. His last words to Hagrid were, "I have no objection. The key is whether it has any objection."

"It's much more powerful than its kind, so be careful."

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements," Hagrid said confidently, patting his chest with a resounding thud.

"I guarantee you'll get a big surprise!"

"Heh—don't be alarmed. I'm warning you, it's incredibly powerful, its magic far surpassing that of its kind. If something goes wrong—"

Owen shook his head; he knew this must have been at Dumbledore's behest.

He never expected that Old Deng would play such a big game!

Then he turned and walked towards Harry. "Nothing much, it's just too cold, someone wants to add some firewood!"

"Yeah?"

Both Harry and the other two young wizards looked at Owen with deep suspicion.

Miss Granger even guessed that Owen and Hagrid's conversation might be related to the tournament, but she didn't know the specifics.

On the way back to the castle, Ron kept asking questions, but Owen remained silent. He wasn't Hagrid, whose mouth was like a funnel, always leaking something out.

On the ridge, a group of people set off towards the castle, one after the other.

A light rain was falling from the sky, and Owen and Hermione both opened their umbrellas.

Taking this opportunity, Owen curiously asked her, "So what exactly is your test?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Granger glanced at him, but this time she did not refuse. From her initial confidence when she stepped out of the underground chamber to her recent series of setbacks, Miss Granger had suffered a Waterloo.

She discovered that the answers she knew didn't fit the question at all.

"Consider it a favor," Owen said. "You help me figure out what treasure the Weasleys have, and I'll help you solve your problem."

"Phew~" Hearing this, Miss Granger seemed to have finally come to her senses. She breathed a sigh of relief and dusted off her rain-soaked shoes as she walked across the covered bridge connecting the ridge to Hogwarts.

"It's the Gryffindor sword. My first test is the Gryffindor sword." She leaned against the railing of the covered bridge, put away her wand, and smoothed her wind-blown hair behind her ear. "I must gain the sword's approval."

"The Gryffindor sword?"

"What Gryffindor sword?"

Hearing the sound, Ron and Harry, who had also put away their wands, turned around.

"A test? What are you talking about?"

Hermione ignored the two of them. She waved her hand lightly and cast a spell on her trouser legs and the hem of her clothes. Like a warm breeze, the magic instantly took away the moisture and mud from her trouser legs.

He cleaned the mud off his shoes as well. "I remember the sword was clearly on the cabinet in the principal's office, but when I got it, Dean Bridged said it was fake."

"Tell me in detail how you got it?" Owen looked at Hermione with a half-smile, leaning against the wooden fence with a mocking expression.

Hahaha—you, the model student, have finally gone astray!

"You know, the invisibility cloak!"

"The Invisibility Cloak?" Harry was taken aback. Oh—that seemed to be his stuff!

Ever since Hermione said she wanted to read more in the library and borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from him, she still hasn't returned it! (After dinner, Mrs. Pince will kick out the little wizards who are lingering in the library.)

"By the way, what have you been doing all these days while wearing the Invisibility Cloak?" Harry asked curiously.

Ron, standing nearby, immediately thought of the so-called Weasley family treasure.

Could it be that those two were searching for his family's treasure in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

"Whose test did you take? Why are you looking for the Gryffindor sword?" Owen rolled his eyes at the two idiots.

Looking at Hermione, whose brows were slightly furrowed, he asked in confusion.

The Gryffindor sword was created based on the legendary sword in the stone belonging to King Arthur.

The little-known story of King Arthur and the legendary wizard Merlin, their love like the wind and sand, is widely circulated in the Muggle world of Europe. (Wizards, on the other hand, know very little about it.)

Just as only the true King of Britain could pull the sword from the stone, only the true Gryffindor can gain the approval of the Gryffindor sword.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that this sword became the only one left by the founder that was not harmed by Voldemort.

Therefore, not many people know about this sword, especially in the past.

Before Dumbledore.

There is no historical record of any Gryffindor ever receiving the sword's approval.

Not to mention that the former headmaster wasn't even from Gryffindor.

Of course—it's also possible that a real Gryffindor once left their will in the underground chamber, who knows?

"Godric Gryffindor," Hermione said.

(End of this chapter)