I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 264 Will You Confess Your Love to Me? (Limited Time Only for Qixi Festival)

"Phew~" Dumbledore let out a soft breath.

His expression was slightly saddened; these children should have had a different path if he had guided them correctly.

"Okay." He turned his head back.

The sadness on her cheeks vanished in an instant.

No one noticed, except Grindelwald. —It seems he wasn't doing too well either.

Grandpa took in everything.

"I must emphasize again, this competition will be extremely difficult. You must prepare early, and—preparing some powerful spells is definitely a good idea." Dumbledore's face regained its smile.

Hermione suddenly shuddered.

Because she felt that the professor had just winked at her.

"Alright, warriors, you need plenty of sleep. Staying up late is bad for you."

He smiled and then saw all the little wizards out of the small room.

"Oh! By the way, Miss Granger and Mr. Diggory, as warriors, you don't need to stay up all night in the Great Hall—it's really bad for your health."

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The two young wizards were speechless.

But she still walked out of the room stiffly.

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The castle was unusually quiet on Sunday.

After all, those troublemakers were catching up on sleep.

It was afternoon again when the auditorium was filled with a few more dazed and clumsy people.

"I still want to know, Hermione, how did you get your name into the Goblet of Fire?" George and Fred asked curiously at the Gryffindor table. "Was it Owen? He helped you, right? I knew you two were having an affair a long time ago."

"Tell me, where did you all go all day yesterday?"

"..." Upon hearing this, Miss Granger's cheeks flushed slightly, but she suppressed the stirring in her heart and looked up, feigning indifference, saying, "First of all, I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire, nor did I ask anyone for help. Secondly, Owen and I—we're just friends—are enemies. Finally, we went to complete the test yesterday."

"test?"

"That Weasley family test?"

"Hmm—I guess so!" Hermione replied awkwardly.

"Fine! You guys can keep indulging in that boring treasure game!" Ron interjected, but after being scolded, he no longer believed in that damned Weasley treasure.

"But Hermione, are you confident you can win the championship?" Harry continued. "Dumbledore said this competition will be very difficult, but I think you'd better do some preparation."

"I—" Hermione was speechless. If it weren't for that woman, Evamori, she would have been absolutely confident of winning the match, but now—plus last night, Dumbledore's meaningful glare at her.

This made Hermione feel uncertain.

Perhaps she was in a daze, her gaze unconsciously falling on the Hufflepuff bench, where a boy suddenly stood up.

He seemed to notice the white-bearded old man strolling leisurely into the platform.

Before he could say anything, the old man grabbed a handful of fried fennel beans, turned around, and left. He didn't even have a chance to get angry.

Miss Granger, who had witnessed the entire scene, rubbed her head, then got up and walked towards him.

"I told you they were having an affair!" Fred exclaimed immediately upon seeing this. "If this isn't love~"

"Tongue-sealing and throat-locking!!"

The next second, an angry voice, accompanied by a gray curse, struck Fred squarely on the forehead.

"No, I'll say it again! No!!" Hermione said, her face flushed and her voice lacking confidence.

She then quickened her pace and left the Gryffindor bench. The stares from those guys behind her made her extremely uncomfortable.

On the other side, Irving had already angrily gotten up and followed after them.

Damn you, old Deng! I'm not done with you yet!

Why should I be punished?!

I challenge you to a duel!!!

He walked out of the Great Hall and even reached the spiral staircase, but he still couldn't see Dumbledore.

"Wow!!! Your legs are so strong!"

Irving once again deeply felt the shamelessness of the former principal.

If it weren't for me, Hogwarts would have disbanded long ago, and the four houses would have gone their separate ways. I've served the castle, I've shed blood for the castle, and this is how you treat me?

Have you no humanity?!

Depend on!

I reiterate that the roles of top and bottom have been reversed. Grindelwald is still his grandfather forever, and Dumbledore's conscience cannot be bought off with 20,000 Galleons!

Go be your grandma!

"Irving?"

Suddenly, a soft, gentle voice came from behind him.

"What's wrong?" Owen turned around impatiently and saw Miss Granger standing awkwardly in front of him.

Her cheeks were flushed, as if she wanted to say something that was hard to put into words.

She lowered her head slightly, avoiding eye contact with him, completely immersed in a pink, ambiguous atmosphere filled with love.

"???"

Irving paused, then a teasing look appeared on his face. "Are you confessing your feelings to me?"

"Huh?" Miss Granger didn't react for a moment.

"Although my irresistible charm is like the sun to the little witch, I personally hold a conservative attitude in this regard. After all, at this age, studying should be the priority."

"Confess—confess my ass!" Hermione exclaimed, looking up abruptly, her cheeks flushed. "I wanted to ask if you could teach me some powerful spells."

"Hmm, that's it?" Owen looked at me with obvious disappointment. "Why don't you give it a try, Miss Granger?"

"What if it works?" He looked at Hermione with a teasing expression. He watched as her face flushed crimson, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and then her fair neck turned red.

It's very interesting.

"you!!!"

Mingming—

She knew perfectly well that this annoying guy was teasing her, but—she just couldn't stop her heart from pounding.

"Are you going to teach me or not?!"

Unable to conceal the restlessness in her heart, she could only feign anger and embarrassment.

"Teach!" Owen looked at her, enveloped by the girl's burning gaze, which made him slightly want to pinch her cheek.

"Ahem! Alright, since we're here to discuss business, I naturally have to serve you well."

He coughed lightly, his expression immediately returning to normal. "How about I teach you the three basic dueling techniques, the standard Azkaban style?"

"..." Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Can you be serious for once?"

"Then I'll teach you how to conjure illusions, kill from a thousand miles away without a drop of blood, and strike with unseen force, shall I?"

"I won't learn!"

"Then I'll teach you close combat, every punch bursting with energy, capable of shattering mountains and shaking seas, how about it?"

"Is this interesting?" Hermione was already preparing to throw a punch at this guy to give him a little Gryffindor shock.

"You naughty monkey! You won't learn this, you won't learn that, your pockets are emptier than your face, and you still want to learn magic? Humph! Go cool off somewhere else!"

Irving waved his hand, as if shooing away a kitten.

It's hard.

Miss Granger hardened her fist.

She took a deep breath, gave Owen a sweet smile, and then punched him in the head.

Unfortunately, his weak fists and the fact that he smiled at people before the fight wasted time.

Irving grabbed her fist effortlessly.

"What? You think you're right to try and get something for nothing?" He grabbed her hand, holding it suspended in mid-air.

Her hands were limp and had no strength at all.

They had neither intended to take it back nor to harbor any further improper thoughts about Irving's head.

Gradually, the atmosphere around them became ambiguous.

Like spilled nectar, it's sweet and fragrant.

At this moment, Miss Granger's mind was in turmoil; her brain was sometimes blank, and sometimes filled with countless thoughts.

Like a revolving lantern, memories of the experiences I shared with Irving flashed through my mind.

For some reason, his image became increasingly blurry in her mind, but an emotion that was hard to let go of grew stronger and stronger.

In order to delay his blurry appearance.

She longed to see him, no matter where he was.

"Keep up!"

Just as Miss Granger lost her connection.

Suddenly she was pulled forward by a force.

My feet started moving involuntarily.

Owen took her hand and ran up the spiral staircase.

The eighth floor of the castle.

Opposite is a tapestry depicting a giant stick beating up Banaba.

The two entered the House of Requirement one after the other.

Learning magic is like learning English; you need to find the right place.

There aren't many suitable places in the castle, but if you had to choose one, the Room of Requirement would definitely be a good place.

Safety – You won't be disturbed.

"Wow! It feels like it's been ages since I've been here," Owen remarked. Back in his second year, the Room of Requirement was his secret hideout.

During the days when he cosplayed as the witch Lani, Owen often hid here, figuring out how to prank the little wizard.

In her third year, ever since Hermione learned about this place, it has become her private paradise.

She even lived in the Room of Requirement for a few months last semester!

"etc!"

When they stepped onto the eighth-floor corridor, Hermione's expression became somewhat unnatural.

As Owen led her closer to the Room of Requirement, the little witch's expression suddenly turned panicked.

"Don't go in."

She grabbed Irving's hand, desperately trying to turn back the way she came.

"Um?"

Unfortunately, Irving had already stepped inside.

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"Oh! My precious Joan of Arc!"

The scene before me was one of utter chaos.

Manuscripts, cauldrons, parchment, various magical materials, clothes, and a hammock were all scattered haphazardly inside.

Especially those clothes.

Clothes for all four seasons were scattered haphazardly on the hammock.

He even saw some pink ones.

"Ah!" Miss Granger screamed.

Her face flushed, she rushed towards him, stood on tiptoe, and spread her arms wide, completely blocking his view. "Turn around."

"Turn around quickly!!!" Her cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed.

I was incredibly excited.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Owen clicked his tongue and shook his head at the little witch. "Mind your personal hygiene, Miss Granger. This place isn't just for you."

Many other people know the secret here, and it's fortunate that I saw it. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you.

Huh? What's that?

As he spoke, Irving's gaze was suddenly drawn to a table not far away.

Hmm—it's a white silk garment hanging on the back of the chair next to the table. It looks quite thin and has openwork lace.

Cute yet sexy.

"Oh, so you like this style!" Owen said teasingly. "So, the usually serious Miss Granger has such a restless heart?"

"Then—" Hermione was so anxious she was about to cry.

The plot seems to be inexplicably heading in the direction of—the innocent witch.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her, and in a state of extreme shame, Miss Granger came up with a good one.

First, Hermione used the same trick again, aiming an uppercut at Irving's head.

The moment he gave her a mocking look, she raised her leg and kicked Irving in the shin with lightning speed.

The person was instantly put in a difficult position.

The pain forced him to bend over instinctively and rub his leg.

And just as Irving's gaze shifted from the room to his feet...

She cast a spell quickly, and a surge of powerful magic flooded the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, the messy room was transformed.

All the clothes were neatly folded, and the ones that embarrassed her were buried at the very bottom of the manuscript.

"Ouch~~~" The person was still in pain.

"I didn't buy it, it was...it was..." Hermione said haltingly, her face flushed. "Fleur gave it to me. She said it was a magical item that could...it could grow with me."

quiet--

The little witch's head was steaming.

She didn't even know why she was explaining this to Owen.

And it seems the more you explain, the more ashamed you feel.

Perhaps she didn't want him to think of her as a frivolous woman!

"Miss Granger—" After rubbing his legs for a while, Owen finally recovered and sat up again.

"I have only one request!" he said.

"What?!"

"Change it to black! Thank you!"

"Go to hell!" Hermione raised her fist, pretending to smash it.

This time, the agile Irving dodged it with a simple sidestep.

Then he turned to her and continued to tease her, saying, "Oh my! I thought Miss Granger liked this kind of thing!"

Hey! You have to buy Muggle-made stuff like this. You know Victoria's Secret? Wizarding products are too conservative.

"Look at the girls' uniforms at Hogwarts. If they were in the Magic Institute (Ryukyu), the skirts would be at least a bit shorter!"

This is so pleasing to the eye—uh—I mean, it saves so much money. Right?

"Owen—" Hermione blushed, staring straight at him, a strange light gleaming in her brown eyes. "Come here."

"You promise you won't kill me, right?" Irving took a few steps back. "Do you think I'm stupid? If you don't beat me up, I'll change my name."

"Hmph!" Miss Granger snorted softly, tilting her proud little head back. Her pouting expression was surprisingly adorable.

This strike dealt real damage.

Feeling as if he had fallen under Miss Granger's spell, Owen immediately changed the subject.

"Powerful spells! I know a lot, I—cough cough—I'll teach you a simple one first," he said.

As he spoke, Owen waved his wand.

The tip of the staff suddenly glowed, and a torrent of pure magic as thick as a thigh poured out, its immense power even causing the air to tremble.

The scene before my eyes was filled with the strange phenomenon of heat waves.

But actually, it wasn't a heat wave.

Rather, it is the magical force impacting the air that causes light to refract, which is the famous Tyndall effect.

"Oh my God!"

As a distant stone pillar vanished as if evaporated, Miss Granger immediately exclaimed in surprise, and the blush on her face faded considerably!

"This magic is called: Comet Yazler, you can also call it Soul Torrent."

"This is one of the Origin Spells," Owen said, setting down his wand and feigning nonchalance.

His head was practically touching the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Hermione glanced at him, smiled knowingly, and patted him, saying, "You're amazing!"

"Of course!" Owen rubbed his nose. This was one of the most powerful spells he had mastered during his first playthrough.

It's specifically designed to counter the protective charms surrounding Hogwarts.

"It can directly generate a continuous stream of magical vibrations on objects. As long as it continues, no spell can withstand it. Once you master it, you can even easily shatter a wizard's soul."

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Miss Granger opened her mouth.

She was genuinely surprised this time.

What kind of magic is this?

This was beyond her imagination.

"The so-called Origin Magic refers to a school of thought that explores the origins of magic. The earliest spells were almost all summarized by wizards through the study of nature."

The term "origin" means to trace back to the source. This type of magic is mostly extremely powerful and very difficult to cast.

Unfortunately, many curses have disappeared into the long river of history with the passage of time.

Only three major stargazing-related source spells have survived to this day: the Starfall, the Soul Torrent, and the Destruction Meteor.

Owen gave a brief explanation of the origins of the magic. Then he began to demonstrate the power of the three major spells to her.

"Creative Starfall: Summons a dark nebula in the sky, causing a massive shower of stars to fall within a certain timeframe."

It is said that this is the origin of magic—the origin glimpsed by stargazers has become real, and star amber has fallen on this land.

Destruction Meteor: Releases twelve dark meteors that fly towards the target. It can be charged to increase its power.

Legend has it that this spell was created by stargazers who witnessed the destruction of a massive star cluster. Looking directly at a meteor, you can see the annihilation of the universe, and in that instant, everything you own will crumble along with it.

"This—" Hermione's eyes widened.

She had never heard of these branches of the spell.

There may be records of this in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library, but it's impossible for her to have read all the books.

"This—is this magic? Why is it so different from modern spells?" she asked, somewhat terrified. The room before her was completely unrecognizable. Although she knew Owen must have weakened the spells, even so, these magical effects still terrified her.

Instinctively, Miss Granger moved even closer to Owen as if in fear.

"Have you read about evolution?" Owen asked casually, casting a powerful healing spell that began to work on the ground and ceiling.

"I know," Hermione nodded.

"The earliest wizards dealt with powerful, extinct magical creatures. At that time, humanity's survival crisis was not due to humanity itself, but to external forces."

Qixi Festival? Qixi Festival!!!

(End of this chapter)