I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 287 The Castle—It's Not Clean Anymore.

"Mr. Sanchez," Snape said in a voice all too familiar to anyone else, drawing out his words with a mocking tone, "you're getting more and more audacious, daring to speak to the professor like that just because you're favored by Dumbledore!"

"I think I'm very polite," Owen said, looking at Snape.

Their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. The sparks of passion even reached Hagrid, who was standing nearby.

The surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

Seeing that the battle was going badly, they were locked in a stalemate.

Irving didn't hesitate to pull out his ultimate weapon.

He suddenly tilted his head back, released Bakal, opened his arms, took a step forward, and, in a high-pitched voice, recited in a deliberately profound tone, "My love does not have eyes as bright as the sun."

Her lips were far from being as red as coral.

Owen's slightly magnetic voice rang out in the woods. The young wizards around him, especially Miss Granger behind him, stared at Owen with a puzzled look.

What is he doing?

But before Hermione could figure out who Owen was referring to as "she,"

Snape, standing in front of Owen, was furious!

"Enough! Shut up!"

His gloomy face twitched, and the huge emotional fluctuations made him look like a madman who had lost his mind!

"If the snow were pure white, her breasts would be a dull, dark brown—"

Her hair was as black as silk, and her head was adorned with endless brocade.

I have seen red and white roses, as graceful as silk gauze—

But not a single flower could adorn her forehead—

"I said! That's enough!" He rushed over, grabbed Irving by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Ten Galleons for a scale, thank you for your patronage, Professor!" Owen said calmly, looking directly into his eyes.

"Tell me where you stole it from, where!!!" Snape practically roared.

His madness terrified the young wizards around him, who immediately retreated from the woods, fearing that misfortune would befall them.

"Professor, answer the question."

You'll have to pay more.

"Fifty—" Owen stopped talking. He swore that if he said another word, Snape would definitely slap him across the face.

Immediately, he changed his tone and said slowly, "I had absolutely no idea about the hidden mechanism next to the cabinet on the left side of your storage room, the one under the third floor tile."

Owen lied through his teeth, "I had no idea that if I pressed that mechanism, the cabinets in the storage room would automatically rotate and open, revealing a small room that looked like an art studio."

I didn't open the locked drawer in the closet to open the dozens of letters that were under a book called "Advanced Potions Guide".

I swear.

I really didn't.

"Because that day, Professor Dumbledore only asked me to go to your storeroom to find some basilisk venom."

"Dumbledore!!!" Professor Snape's bloodshot eyes were like those of a demon, exceptionally frightening.

It looked like they wanted to devour people.

He glared fiercely at Irving.

Then, with a look of utter disdain, he loosened his collar. With a flick of his cloak, he vanished into the forest like a giant bat.

Its captivating aura was like the snow in the forest that lingered for a long time.

After a long while, the young wizards finally caught their breath.

One by one, they walked over, still shaken.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

Harry, Justin, and the others gradually gathered around. Hannah hadn't taken the course.

"You're a hero!" he exclaimed.

Because he noticed that Irving had somehow acquired a small cloth bag, and there was a clattering sound coming from inside the bag, which must have been Galleons.

Absolutely right, he can't forget that voice.

"Hmph!" Hearing this, the little black-haired man snorted lightly, "No one—" the accordion chimed in, "No one knows how to make money better than me!"

He put the Galleons Snape had given him into his pocket, then turned and walked straight up to Hagrid.

"Give it to me!" he said.

"What?" Hagrid asked, puzzled.

"Scales! What the hell!" Owen said in a scolding tone, "It's such a waste to keep them in your pocket. You're not even going to slaughter this fat sheep. How are you going to get a wife in the future!"

"Do you want Ms. Maxim to squeeze into that little shack with you? Or are you planning to cling to a rich woman and live a life of ease for the rest of your days?"

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Hagrid stared at Owen, speechless.

The sudden attack left him somewhat bewildered.

Irving has not stopped using PUA.

"Living on a gold mine, yet still so poor! Look at your own actions. Has the key manager's salary increased over the years? Have you been working diligently?"

"If I were guarding the Forbidden Forest, I'd be the richest man in the wizarding world by now!"

Owen's mouth was all about money, money, money, and he was incredibly vulgar. He completely lacked the carefree and unrestrained spirit of a wizard, but—Hagrid had to admit, this time, he was right.

He had never thought about these issues.

Before this year, he had planned to live a solitary life, spending his entire life with Hogwarts!

Only after Irving brought these issues up did he realize that he really should consider them.

I can no longer live like I used to.

I will start working hard today, and I want to own a house facing the sea, where spring is warm and flowers bloom.

Owen squinted and took a small package from Hagrid's hand.

Upon opening it, I found it filled with shell-sized scales, sparkling like diamonds, yet incredibly soft to the touch, like leather, and still slightly warm to the touch.

He looked up at Hagrid's eyes, which had suddenly lit up.

A thought immediately formed in his mind. "Want to buy a house?" he asked mysteriously. "I can give you a loan!"

"The annual interest rate will never exceed 25%, and wizards have long lifespans. You can take out a loan for forty or fifty years. Believe me, it will be a very good deal."

He blinked, remembering that in Hogsmeade, besides the house on the main road for George and Fred, he also had several other houses in more secluded locations.

Ideal for listing and sale.

Surprisingly, Hagrid didn't voice his objections or explicitly refuse. A serious expression appeared on his rugged face, clearly indicating that he was genuinely considering the matter.

As for Irving—he was certainly happy to see him buy a house.

Ideally, each professor should own a building, so he can make a fortune!

They're already preparing to enter the real estate market!

He weighed the scales in his hand.

"It would be perfect to make into a bracelet," he murmured to himself.

I already have an idea in mind.

However, Irving did not notice the girl behind him whose eyes lit up.

She was watching his back with expectant eyes.

After the course ended.

Harry and the others then returned to their respective lounges.

At 8 p.m., Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the common room.

"Please take your seats over there. I have a few words to say to you all." Professor McGonagall looked at everyone seriously. "As you probably all know, the Christmas Ball is coming soon! It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Yes, the ball is only open to students in their fourth year and above, but if you'd like, you can invite a younger student."

Meanwhile, the same thing was happening in Hufflepuff's common room.

Professor Sprout looked at the group of Hufflepuff's young wizards and gently offered his advice.

"It's a tradition that everyone can invite their good friends to participate, but of course, they can only be of the opposite sex."

"Haha—" The young wizards watching chuckled.

"Everyone should wear formal gowns; your notices should have already reminded you to bring them this year," Professor Sprout said with a smile. "Not everyone has this opportunity during their student years, and I hope you will make the most of it. The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and will end at midnight."

The two professors then relayed information about the Christmas ball to the young wizards.

This was as if another bomb had been dropped on their otherwise lively lives.

In the past, only a very small number of students stayed on campus during Christmas.

This year is different; it seems that all students above fourth grade will have to stay.

As for the younger students, they were all trying their best to stay and get into the dance.

This is a once-in-a-century event; no one would want to miss it.

Compared to wizards who have already graduated or haven't even entered school yet.

Even though they are not old enough, they are still lucky.

Especially the girls, they were all dressed up in their finest attire.

The boys were suddenly surprised to discover that Hogwarts actually accommodated so many girls.

They all dressed up meticulously, becoming more beautiful and more eye-catching than ever before. The girls giggled and whispered in the hallways, bursting into laughter whenever a boy walked by, excitedly exchanging opinions and discussing what to wear for Christmas Eve.

Several days passed in a row.

The castle remained hot and unbearable.

"I really don't understand these girls."

In the courtyard, under that huge oak tree, two shady fellows were sitting on a stone bench, gossiping and commenting on the girls passing by.

"Yeah, why do they always hang out in groups?" Harry chimed in. "If this keeps going on, when will we ever get to catch one of them alone and make a request?"

As they walked by, about a dozen girls glanced at Harry and Ron, secretly giggling.

The two simpletons immediately put on silly smiles.

"Maybe we could knock one out," Ron said hesitantly, glancing at the girls. "Have you decided who to invite?"

Harry didn't answer. He knew exactly who he wanted to invite, but not having the courage to do so was another matter entirely.

You should know that Cho Chang was a year older than him, very beautiful, and an excellent Quidditch player.

She is also very popular, and it seems

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Just then, a girl's voice suddenly came from the corridor in front of them.

"Irving".

"You can—" she said shyly.

But his eyes were fixed intently on Irving, who had just passed by after class, without showing any shyness.

"I'm sorry, our headmaster doesn't allow me or any of the other young wizards from the other houses to attend the ball."

Irving rubbed his forehead, speaking somewhat numbly.

This was the thirteenth excuse he could come up with.

If this continues, he'll offend all the professors in the university.

"What?" The girl was taken aback, seemingly unaware that she had been rejected.

As for Irving—in the instant the girl was stunned, he ducked and slipped past her.

Honestly—although my brother is incredibly charming, you shouldn't all invite him.

I was blocked by people four or five times on my way to class, and I almost arrived late because of it. Fortunately, Professor Guru Rinpoche didn't mind.

"Owen—" Before he could even descend the stairs and head towards the courtyard, someone called out to him from behind.

"prom."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't go to the ball that day. Professor Snape made me brew potions." He didn't even glance at the man.

With his head down, he turned around like a machine gun, spewing out the dark plans Snape might be carrying out, and then turned and left.

He stepped onto the stone steps and left the corridor. Owen took two steps toward the oak tree.

suddenly.

As if remembering something, he suddenly turned around and rushed over quickly.

"Were you just inviting me to the ball?"

"Yes, yes." The woman said shyly, fidgeting as she pulled an envelope from her pocket. "That—that's—"

"Wait, wait a minute!" Owen clutched his forehead, taking two steps back as if he were still shaken.

His lips twitched, and his face instantly darkened. "I'll give you one more chance. Reorganize your thoughts. What do you want from me?"

He originally thought that his threatening gaze and tone would deter the other party and make him realize his mistake and turn back to the right path. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly blushed and looked at him with shining eyes.

It was as if it were saying, "Please—please continue to whip me!"

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"Wodefa!"

The next second, a spell lit up his fingertip. The gray light, carrying terrifying power, directly sent the freak in front of him flying.

He flew more than ten feet before landing.

But his face showed no fear, only joy, as he embraced love.

"Damn it!"

His gray eyes were fixed on the boy.

He was considering whether to hang him on the oak door of the auditorium as a warning.

Just then, another book fell to the ground in mid-air. It must have belonged to the male wizard. He hadn't paid any attention to it at first, but he happened to see the few pages that were open as the book tumbled in the air.

The appalling painting sent a chill down his spine!

Irving walked over quickly.

I picked up the book and flipped through a few pages at random.

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The world seemed to have become quiet.

A flood of complex memories washed over him—his first playthrough in the dream! Ron, Miss Malfoy, and Miss Snape seemed to be possessed by his soul at this moment.

This...this...this.

Who the hell drew this book, "My Days with Miss Hufflepuff"?!

Who! ! !

Owen's 'bloodthirsty' (and arrogant) eyes swept over the little wizards watching from the sidelines.

Suddenly he realized that a group of girls were looking at him with very strange eyes.

A half-smile.

These gazes came from all directions, making him feel isolated, like a lone sail in a turbulent sea.

Especially when he made eye contact with those girls, they covered their faces and laughed.

This made the fearless and invincible Demon King feel a nameless fear for the first time.

They all knew?

You all know that?

Hogwarts is weaving a web he has never known before, one that is enveloping him or has already encircled him!

Could it be that because he has been suppressing all the junior wizards by himself for years, they have come up with this dirty trick in an attempt to mentally defeat him?

grass!!!

It has to be said that they successfully angered Irving.

A moment later, he narrowed his eyes slightly and decisively rushed toward the boy who dared to confess his feelings to him.

"Tell me, where did you get this comic book from!" Owen strode over, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

She snapped at him, threatening, "You'd better tell the truth, or I'll make sure you don't see the sun tomorrow!"

His imposing presence did indeed shock the boy for a moment.

But fear quickly turned into a blush that spread across her cheeks.

—He's so cool! I love him!

"Damn it!" Irving recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted.

Disgusting—it's absolutely disgusting.

He looked at the boy with the same eyes one would use to look at trash, then turned and ran away.

"My God! He's so handsome!"

"Yes, yes! It's even prettier than last year!"

"Did you guys notice his eyes? They're grey-green! Oh my god, he looked at me!" A commotion erupted among the girls.

When Irving gave them a disdainful look, the girls actually showed excited expressions, "So cool, so cool! Sister, look at me again!"

One sentence almost made Irving stumble and fall.

This is insane! This is insane!

This crappy school is insane!

He quickly left the corridor.

The stares from those around him made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

What kind of demons and monsters are they?

Irving escaped.

This was the first time he had encountered something he couldn't overcome.

How many monsters and demons were exposed at that dance party?

For the entire afternoon, Irving hid in the shadows to investigate who had drawn these disgusting and boring pictures.

But in fact, he gained nothing.

He only found one piece of information: these comic books seemed to appear in random corners of the castle every now and then.

Then a mysterious club, the yaoi fan club, finds these comic books and distributes them to its members.

Irving didn't know how long this group had existed.

But the copy of "Days with Miss Hufflepuff" in his hand was already the thirty-second issue.

That night, he didn't tell anyone about it because he didn't want to lose face.

But the nightmares that lasted all night were so distressing that it can only be said that he had seen things he shouldn't have, his mind was corrupted, and he deserved to have nightmares.

The next morning.

When Owen finished dressing and walked out of the Hufflepuff common room, he ran into Harry and Ron on the spiral staircase.

He had originally intended to go up and say hello.

The two of them immediately said, "Hey—Owen." Harry waved at him, "Did any boys confess to you today?"

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"Are you asking for a beating?!" Owen said menacingly.

"Did we see it wrong yesterday?" Ron said with a grin.

"Oh! My dear Sanchez, please accept my love!" He gave Harry a mock gentlemanly bow. "I love you as fiercely as fire!"

"Well—if you have Galleons, then no—" Harry replied jokingly.

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"You two are going to die!" He suddenly pulled out his wand.

The two Granger girls' pendants, seeing the opportunity, immediately fled amidst laughter.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter filled the courtyard, and those glittering buildings, witnessing this laughter, seemed to have experienced it hundreds of times before.

Breakfast was served, and it seemed no one knew what had happened yesterday.

Those two guys were good friends, so they didn't tell anyone else about it.

But Irving could still clearly sense that strange look in his eyes.

After dinner.

Watching countless young wizards who had found dance partners walk out of the hall in pairs.

Harry and Ron finally stopped laughing.

"Do you know what? Harry and I spent two hours yesterday and didn't see a single girl alone."

"Uh—" Owen looked the two of them up as if they were idiots. "I think you two should stay there and wait until you turn to ashes to see if you can meet a lone girl."

"Two school bullies are eyeing those girls menacingly. Would they dare walk past alone?"

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That does seem to make some sense!

The two looked at each other, and then both saw the awkwardness in each other's eyes.

"Ahem!" Harry coughed lightly. "And you, have you found a dance partner yet? You've turned down so many people."

"Not many people," Owen said, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Yesterday, four people confessed their feelings to me, five invited me to the dance, and two others—proposed to my buddies."

I really didn't expect this guy.

"So, the atmosphere at Hogwarts really did become more open after the Americans arrived?"

"There's also a male wizard."

"Shut up, Ron Weasley!" he yelled.

"However—" Harry's smile faded. "You have indeed changed a lot."

"We see each other often and didn't really notice, but yesterday Ron and I were talking about it with Thomas and the others in the dorm. Didn't you notice it yourself?"

"What did you find?"

"You should look in a mirror. I remember you had black hair, but now there are silver strands on your forehead. And your eyes, there's more and more green in them," Harry said seriously. "Your face is getting softer too."

"Irving, are you sick?"

"Huh?" Owen looked confused.

But he soon understood what Harry meant.

His appearance is indeed changing rapidly.

After receiving Chiron's blessing, certain bloodlines in his body began to regenerate.

His mother's bloodline is gradually becoming apparent.

This has some impact on his appearance.

As they continued to discuss their dance partners for the Christmas ball, a bouncy figure came running over from the other end of the long table.

She wore a strange carrot necklace and had the symbol of the Trinity hanging around her neck.

Blue stockings encased her calves, and the hem of her skirt rose and fell with her body.

Like an elf who came from the forest.

"Good morning, Kyrie. Did you get any dates at your Christmas party?"

It was Luna. She stared at him curiously with her clear eyes. "You declined Qiu Zhang's invitation?"

"Good morning. Um—how did you know that?"

Hearing this, Owen turned to look at her.

"I saw her return to her dorm looking a little sad. She had specifically asked me before if I had found a dance partner."

In an instant, the smile on Harry's face vanished completely.

However, it didn't disappear without a trace; instead, it moved onto Irving's face.

(End of this chapter)