I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 262 Are you planning a rebellion?

"Armor for protection!"

"Flames are raging!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

The next second, the spells were like rapid-fire cannons, and a magical clash ensued in the auditorium.

Like firecrackers going off in unison, a series of explosions left the young wizards from the surrounding schools speechless with astonishment.

Common spells like the Disarming Charm are something almost everyone can use.

More advanced spells, such as the Golden Hook, are also known by many, especially the Slytherins, almost all of whom are proficient in this spell.

It's not hard to imagine that Snape must have taught them.

Things gradually spiraled out of control in the auditorium.

The tour group, led by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, sat on a bench in the corner, watching the boisterous stage play with great interest.

—Now let's give a round of applause to Justin, who has received one-tenth of Kyrie Irving's true teachings, to give us a detailed introduction to the current battle situation.

"Ah~"

"oh!"

"Hi!"

"Slytherin bastard!"

"Lion Temple's Bitch!"

————Stop———— It seems that Justin has not grasped even a fraction of the true teachings of the great Dark Lord Sanchez. He spends all his time with the King, yet he has not acquired even a trace of the King's demeanor. This is truly a different kind of power.

Alright—on the other hand, let me see what Ms. Cho Chang, who's hiding in the Ravenclaw crowd, has to say about the battle.

Oh! Look at her, her dark eyes are shining.

A strange smile appeared on his fair face.

An ancient book says, "The Lion's House has great supernatural powers, while the Slytherin House has high skills."

A flickering staff ignites a blazing flame, while crumbling walls and broken wood drift in the sky.

The snake chapel gate displayed great power, and the lion's paws trod on the wooden table with high skill.

One used a staff to slay the evil lion and protect the school; the other used a sword to slay the poisonous snake and display heroism.

Two of them spew clouds of smoke, and two of them spew foul language.

They exchanged blows three hundred times, until the bright moon on the ceiling of the auditorium was completely dimmed. The entire hall was plunged into chaos!

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Here, below the rostrum, real martial arts are on display.

The stage over there was filled with noise.

Unlike the original stories, whether it's Two-Face in the first year, the Chamber of Secrets in the second year, or Azkaban in the third year, this has little impact on other countries.

Sirius Black is more famous, and some European countries may know him.

But ultimately it doesn't have much of an impact; at most, it's just something to talk about over tea.

But things are different now—ever since the dead swept across Europe, tensions on all sides have been stretched to the limit, and any external force could cause them to break down.

When Dumbledore uttered the name "Hermione Granger," anyone with a modicum of sense realized that a sinister plot was brewing overhead.

Those present were all deans of various magic academies; none of them would want to put their students in danger.

On the other hand, Dumbledore was also quite regretful!

His brow furrowed the moment he saw Miss Granger's name.

He should allow Irving to participate; at least if he were on the court, there would still be room for maneuver.

"Albus!" Professor Euryale stood up and looked at Dumbledore seriously. "We must pause the game."

On the other side, Mrs. Orim Maxim also immediately stood up.

Her tall figure bumped into the faculty and staff desk.

With a sudden jolt, the silver platters and wine glasses on the table were overturned, and Professor Flitwick, who was leaning against the table, was nearly knocked over as well.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Mrs. Orim Maxim.

Her reaction was a bit too much.

But in reality, Mrs. Orim Maxim also had her own reasons.

As a major European power and a key force within the Federation, the French Ministry of Magic has been busy putting out fires across Europe during this period.

There was really nothing they could do about the unborn; they could only imprison them in a certain area through magical sealing.

The most important reason she agreed to let Dumbledore restart the Contest of Champions was that she wanted to maintain her friendship with Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard.

But now—at present time, even though Hogwarts has the two most powerful wizards in the world, the enemy can still pull such tricks. What does that mean?

This shows that Hogwarts is not entirely safe either.

"Dumbledore!" Barty Crouch jumped to his feet, staring directly at Dumbledore. "You know the rules, once the match begins, it can't be stopped."

He will not allow the championship to be suspended.

The reason is the same as for the World Cup!

Britain needs events like this.

"snort!"

In the faculty seating area, at the very edge, Grindelwald, with his full head of white hair, looked at him with a cold smile. "Rules?"

"What are the rules?"

"You're all this nervous over a cup? Someone like you can be the Minister of Magic?"

"You!" Barty Crouch turned sharply to look at him, his voice abruptly stopping.

His face flushed red, and he stammered as if he wanted to say something, but for a long time he dared not utter a single word in front of this most dangerous black wizard in history.

"Tsk tsk!" Moody chuckled shortly upon seeing this.

Those who bully the weak and fear the strong will only dare to bare their teeth at their own people.

He didn't have a good impression of Barty Crouch; if it weren't for his genius-level "strategy," the Aurors would never have suffered such heavy casualties.

"Continue, Albus," Grindelwald said calmly, a dangerous glint in his heterochromatic eyes, a slight, mocking smile playing on his cold face. "Let the match continue; Durmstrang will participate."

"I want to see what other tricks those clowns have up their sleeves!"

Dumbledore on the platform withdrew his gaze from Grindelwald.

That's exactly what he meant.

Those chosen by the Goblet of Fire have essentially entered into a contract with it—an ancient and powerful contract that has remained unbroken for centuries.

In other words, those warriors must participate.

If the tournament is stopped now, something bad might happen.

"Hermione Granger!!!"

Dumbledore's voice echoed in the Great Hall, but the young wizards below were too busy fighting to respond to him.

Only Ron and Harry managed to break free and shout at Dumbledore, "She's not in the Great Hall!"

"We haven't seen her anywhere since this morning."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore immediately understood.

Immediately, all the professors and principals stood up and went straight into the small room next door.

They still had a debate going on.

As for the little wizards' antics—let them be, they'll stop when they get tired of fighting anyway.

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On the other side, Owen and Hermione, who had just come out of the principal's office, were walking up the spiral staircase, looking exhausted.

He offended the Sorting Hat too badly.

That damned hat absolutely refused to spit out the Gryffindor sword. Not even if Granger were a real Gryffindor.

Irving was so angry he almost wanted to tear it apart.

The bastard kept pestering him for hours, and Dean Bridged Weasley offered them no help whatsoever.

She is an examiner and cannot help the candidates.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the little thing finally got sleepy. This legendary magical artifact had lost much of its former power over the years. Owen seized the opportunity and used a powerful Confusion Charm to make it spit out the Gryffindor sword.

Although his Confusion Spell only lasted for a few seconds.

But he timed it very well.

Miss Granger passed the first test left by Godric.

As for what the prize was, Owen had no idea. He only saw Dean Bridged smilingly extend a glowing metal bottle from the mirror and hand it to Granger.

He told her that in the principal's office, there was a magical item that could unlock the secret inside the bottle.

He guessed that it must be a memory.

Using the Pensieve allows you to see the information contained within it.

To be honest, he wouldn't be surprised whatever Hermione got. After all, the underground chamber has existed for so many years, and there are probably countless hidden treasures inside. She could get anything she wants.

"I'm going back to my dorm to get some sleep." On the spiral staircase, Owen, suffering from neurasthenia, rubbed his swollen head and said, barely breathing.

After arguing about that hat for so long, how could you not be tired?

Hermione, who was following behind, also looked very tired, but she had a strange smile on her face.

She returned the Sorting Hat to her office, along with the two Gryffindor swords.

Although the process was extremely difficult (her main responsibility was to watch Owen and the Sorting Hat exchange profanities), the result was still pleasing.

"Let's go eat first!" she said.

"I feel like we've forgotten something very important."

"Is it that important?" Owen glanced back at her dejectedly.

By this time, the two had reached the entrance of the auditorium.

The roaring sound inside, like waves crashing into their ears, was like a torrent.

"Oh! Tonight we're choosing warriors to represent the four schools." Hermione suddenly remembered. Her memory shouldn't be this bad; there was reason to believe it was due to hypoglycemia caused by hunger, resulting in cognitive impairment.

It definitely wasn't because she was with Irving.

"It's already this late, they've probably finished dinner long ago." Owen reached out and pushed open the auditorium door.

"Damn it, what are those screaming noises in there?"

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"Harry, watch out!!!" Ron yelled.

The tip of the wand glowed with a blue-white light, and armor born from the void instantly materialized, wrapping around Harry's back.

The armor vanished under the influence of a red curse.

"Well done, Ron!" Harry nodded approvingly at Ron, then quickly turned around and cast a grey petrification spell, pinning the Slytherin boy who dared to attack him to the wall.

The two then quickly moved closer together, one in front of the other, waving their spells wildly, yet the spells scattered across the sky could not get close to them.

Even Professor Flitwick would have cursed the incantation for being so cunning and despicable.

Even so, they were unable to break through the Hello Bike group.

Perhaps passive defense has become tiresome.

Harry after breaking a disarming charm.

He gripped the wand with both hands, slammed it into the ground, and then swung it forcefully, spreading his arms wide. "Ah!"

He yelled, and half the floor tiles in the auditorium trembled.

Then, as if they had escaped gravity, they were suddenly untied like a blanket.

Countless floor tiles wove together a vast net, hurtling toward Slytherin's heavy responsibility.

Seeing this, Slytherin reacted swiftly.

Several explosive spells collided directly with the large stone net.

With a loud rumble, the stone bricks were blasted apart.

The flying stones smashed several unlucky men, leaving them bleeding from the head.

Meanwhile, Durmstrang, the young wizard, was already sitting around Ravenclaw, just like the wise Hufflepuffs.

What's different is the expression on their faces.

The Hufflepuffs seemed indifferent, while the Durmstrangs stared in utter astonishment, their jaws agape.

A brawl involving hundreds of people is quite a spectacle.

The dueling skills displayed by the young wizards of Hogwarts were particularly amazing!

"Help!" Ron yelled.

Then the young wizards of Gryphon also realized what was happening.

Transfiguration spells were cast upon the stone bricks, transforming them into chains, determined to capture all the Slytherins.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly became clear.

Anyone could see that the Slytherins seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Finally—under intense pressure, someone in Slytherin lost their mind.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "Divine Sharpness Without Shadow!"

In an instant, an invisible blade cleaved through the chains and hurtled straight toward Harry Potter, who was at the head of the group.

"Harry, watch out!"

The blade was originally invisible, but because it cleaved through the chains, its silhouette was highlighted by the surrounding dust, which immediately alerted Harry to the danger.

He darted to the right with all his might.

The curse streaked across the sky like a shooting star, heading straight for the auditorium doors.

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"Damn it, what are those screaming noises in there?"

Irving pushed open the auditorium doors.

Then—he discovered that someone was trying to murder him.

The blade was less than a few feet away from him.

In a flash, he immediately cast a spell without a staff, "Sanchez Field!" deflecting the deadly curse.

"Click"

A harsh sound, like a sharp blade striking wood, reached his left ear.

Looking to the side, Irving saw a deep mark left on the auditorium door.

It should be driven at least one inch deep into the wood.

The poor gate was thus ruined.

The hall seemed to freeze in time, as the quarreling young wizards all turned to look at the door.

Silence—the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Owen, the protagonist, simply turned his head away and stared blankly at the scars on the wooden door.

It took him a long time to come to his senses.

He remained silent.

They walked silently across the bruised and battered auditorium floor.

There was no floor anymore; every step he took was on the dirt.

With each step he took, the damp earth made a muddy, crunching sound.

The sound was like stepping on flesh and corpses.

The air seemed to thicken, and an inexplicable pressure hung over the auditorium.

It was so sticky it made it hard to breathe.

But Irving remained silent.

Wherever he went, the little wizards on both sides spontaneously made way for him.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

Irving walked step by step toward the podium.

He took the final step and walked onto the podium.

Then he turned to face the young wizards and just looked at them.

He remained silent.

—Owen's identity made the young wizards uneasy.

The suffocating silence gradually turned into a cacophony.

They couldn't help but want to make some noise to break the suffocating silence.

No matter what they did, the figure's response remained the same—silence. A terrifying silence.

Irving even had time to tidy his clothes.

Brush the dust off the robe.

People don't understand the power of silence.

They were afraid—afraid of the unknown.

And that's exactly what Irving wanted.

A long time passed again.

Irving took a deep breath.

"Phew~~~"

There was only a slight silence.

"Are you trying to rebel?" His calm voice boomed through the auditorium like a thunderclap.

That seemingly gentle voice pierced the hearts of the young wizards like a sharp knife.

Many people instinctively shuddered at the sound.

The thought that "we're doomed" arose in everyone's mind.

"Over there—" he pointed behind what used to be the Slytherin table, "there used to be a print there, probably made around 1550."

"Were any of you born in 1550?"

Irving asked calmly.

No one dared to answer.

They all had their heads down, as if golden galleons had sprouted from the ground beneath their feet.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin, lose two hundred points!" he said. "Everyone is in Great Hall for the night."

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are here too. Don't ask why, aren't you all part of Hogwarts? Aren't you going to stop them?"

"They've completely disgraced Hogwarts' millennia-old reputation!"

"snort!"

"I think you guys just have so much energy you have nowhere to release it!"

"That's perfect, then we won't sleep tonight!" His voice rose step by step.

Until the very last sentence was spoken, it was nothing short of a reprimand.

Meanwhile, the young wizards of Hogwarts stood trembling in the hall.

In theory, Irving does not have the right to punish the entire student body.

Although he is the student council president, he can only deduct points and confine individual students. The power to punish all students is limited to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who is the vice-headmaster, in the entire Hogwarts.

But—the interesting thing is that Owen had extremely high prestige in the castle.

Unless Dumbledore explicitly objects, the young wizard will assume he agrees to any punishment he imposes.

As it happens, the old principal certainly won't object to what happened today.

There were no professors left on the stage at this point.

They all followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the small house next door.

No one dared to contradict him at this time.

Unless he doesn't want to stay at Hogwarts anymore.

"Furthermore—" He stood on the platform, hands behind his back, head slightly raised, eyes looking down at the Great Hall, "and all the wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin will be fined two Galleons each."

"Hand over the money to the class heads of each college before noon tomorrow."

"Damaging school property. Where is there any situation where you don't have to pay compensation?"

"This is outrageous!"

After reprimanding the unruly group, Owen returned to the bench in Hufflepuff.

He sat down next to Hannah.

Then he stared at the empty long table.

Instantly, a surge of anger welled up inside me again.

"Looks like the little elves want to rebel too!" He placed his long, slender fingers lightly on the long table, tapping them back and forth, making a continuous 'thump-thump' sound.

"Excuse me—where's my dinner tonight?"

(End of this chapter)