I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 26 The Master Who Stirs Up the Fire (Please Read Further)

The next day, Irving learned from Justin what had happened the night before.

He heard it from Hannah, from Neville, from Simon, from Ron.

Yesterday, the Gryffindor trio broke into the restricted area on the fourth floor last night and were attacked by a monster with three heads.

At first, no one believed it, until a young Hufflepuff wizard discovered the house points funnel in front of the Great Hall, where Gryffindor's points were more than half gone.

This confirmed the news.

The Hufflepuffs had differing opinions on this. For example, Hannah was mainly concerned about Harry's injuries and why there was a three-headed dog locked up in the school.

Justin, on the other hand, was much worse. His first reaction upon hearing the news was, "Hey! We absolutely can't be at the bottom of the class again this year, because Gryffindor already has negative grades."

"Oh!"

One glance at Ding Zhen.

This is a fake Hufflepuff; Owen is willing to gamble Ron's future happiness on it.

What Hufflepuff classmate would first check on their classmate's injury upon learning of their injury?

Unless they're Slytherin.

They'd love for the Gryffindor Tower to explode one day, forcing the Gryffindor House to move out of Hogwarts.

As for Harry being attacked!

Irving chuckled softly. He continued getting up early, getting dressed, and washing up.

Oh! It's no big deal~

It's normal for a novice wizard to stumble and fall along the way.

It would be abnormal if anyone could go seven years without getting injured at Hogwarts.

As for what exactly happened, Irving doesn't need to investigate.

Early in the morning, before they even stepped inside the hall on their way to breakfast, they heard Malfoy's smug and arrogant tone.

He was chatting and laughing with a group of Slytherins, going on and on about Harry's stupidity and overestimation of himself, and embellishing the events of the previous night, recounting them in such detail and with such profound knowledge of the characters that it was as if he had been there himself, standing right beside them.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall, a chorus of laughter erupted from the Slytherin side, who were already prepared.

"I really want to punch that bastard," Ron said viciously, sitting on the Gryffindor bench with his head down.

He couldn't stand Malfoy's face the most, as if he might steal something he cherished at any moment.

"We foolishly fell for his trick. I told you not to go." Hermione glanced at Draco with displeasure, her small hand gripping her wand tightly. She swore that if it were anywhere else, she would have already thrown a spell at him.

"But if we don't go, he'll spread all sorts of rumors that Gryffindor are all cowards." Harry was the calmest of the two, after all, his life had almost collapsed last night.

He had long since lost much of his temper.

"Hey! Owen!" Ron suddenly turned around, leaned over towards the Hufflepuff bench, and said, "You must have a way to teach Malfoy a lesson!"

"Two Galleons, thank you for your patronage." Irving, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a piece of cake in the other, with a plate of pumpkin soup in front of him, didn't even look up.

"Uh," Ron said, reluctantly turning back.

Merlin! He doesn't even have a single copper nut.

"Hmph! You penniless brat." Owen swallowed a piece of cake in one gulp, patted his chest, and continued, "They're practically shitting on your heads, and you're still playing ostrich. Go for it! Beat them up! Did you feed all the spells I taught you to the dogs?"

"With my short temper, if this had happened to me, I would have stormed into the Slytherin dorm last night, dragged that bastard off his bed, and hung him on a streetlamp in Hogsmeade," Owen said angrily.

Damn Malfoy, he didn't even give him a chance to blackmail him!

"You guys have the nerve to call yourselves Gryffindors?" he continued, stirring things up.

"Don't embarrass yourselves. I'm ashamed for you!"

Owen raised his arm and shouted, and the group of Gryffindor wizards instinctively looked at him. "Friends! Don't you have any backbone? How about you Gryffindors acknowledge us Hufflepuffs as your big brothers from now on? We'll protect you if anything happens!"

"Get lost! Owen Sanchez, you've gone too far." A group of senior Gryffindor wizards stood up in unison. They had planned to teach Owen a lesson, but they gave up after Owen embarrassed Snape. However, this did not mean that they had no objection to Owen's previous beating of Gryffindor students and angering Professor McGonagall.

"Oh~~~ I'm so scared!" Owen dragged out his words, adding fuel to the fire. "Am I wrong? Look behind you. If I were you, I would have rushed up and sewed that brat's mouth shut already."

Irving is right.

Because that idiot Malfoy is still mocking Harry, and his words have escalated from Harry himself to the entire Gryffindor.

They concluded that Gryffindor were a group of wand-wielding baboons.

A brainless gorilla.

This conclusion immediately drew high praise from the other Slytherins, and everyone cheered and laughed, creating a joyful atmosphere.

"Fuck! Beat him up!"

Having been mocked by Malfoy all morning, the Gryffindors didn't care about anything else. Since they already had negative scores, they were determined to drag Slytherin down with them!

Besides, which of the upperclassmen in Gryphon doesn't have a grudge against Slytherin?

Damn it, that's too much.

Today, it's either you or me who dies.

As they spoke, a dazzling red spell, trailing a tail of flame, roared over the heads of the Ravenclaws and fell into the Slytherin crowd.

In Hogwarts, the seating arrangement of the four houses in the Great Hall, from left to right, is Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. (This is for plot purposes; the original books do not arrange them this way.)

In other words, the battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin will inevitably affect Ravenclaw.

"Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!"

Seeing that several senior Gryphon wizards' spells were heading straight for their house, the Slytherins immediately took defensive measures.

Armor Spell!

Obstacle Spell!

Disarming spell!

A jumble of spells flew from the tips of the wands, intertwining and exploding above the heads of the Ravenclaws!

"Stop!" shouted Penelope Crivart, the Ravenclaw prefect.

She is a beautiful and elegant witch with long brown curly hair. Next year, she will have a short-lived romance with Percy, Ron's brother and a prefect in Gryffindor.

However, at this moment, she had not yet developed feelings for Percy, so she wasn't as shy as a young girl in love. She raised her wand, shook it, and pointed it at Percy, shouting, "Stop!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dung ball exploded on the Ravenclaw dining table.

It turned out that the dung ball thrown by the twins was returned by a spell from a young Slytherin wizard.

However, perhaps because he wasn't very skilled at using the spell, he lost control of the dung ball after merely controlling it away from the Slytherin table.

Then it was the Ravenclaws' turn to suffer.

"Damn it, those two bastards!" Penelope Crivate gritted her teeth, her eyes practically spitting fire.

Because she saw that the Slytherin wizard who had single-handedly caused Ravenclaw to reek of stench showed no remorse or apology whatsoever, and instead looked at her with provocation.

Penelope Crivate, realizing that both sides were bastards, disregarded the delicate balance between themselves and the other two houses.

He picked up the spell and began to indiscriminately attack all Gryffindors and Slytherins.

A battle between the three academies has begun.

Today was another day of slacking off! Wow! So much fun! Slacking off feels amazing! Is this what making money feels like? I love it!

Alright! I'll finish revising this chapter and then have dinner!

yeah!!!!

(End of this chapter)