I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 288 I Don't Want You Anymore.

Harry clenched his teeth, making a clicking sound between them.

His eyes bulged abnormally behind his round glasses, making them appear particularly ferocious.

Irving maintained a smile throughout, leaning back slowly as if afraid someone might rush over and bite him.

"By the way, what about you? Did anyone invite you?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Me?" Luna was a little stunned.

Her clear eyes remained completely calm. "They're all afraid of me."

Luna sat down next to Owen, reaching out to gently grasp the wine glass in front of her.

After she said those terrible things, her face didn't show much emotion.

Yes!

This is Luna, why would she care about something like this?

Owen looked at her, his eyes filled with both pride and sadness. He was proud that his friend wasn't like those sensitive guys who would be easily swayed by others. Yet he was also sad because even though he deliberately included her in everything during their second year and even earned her the title of a true Ravenclaw, it didn't make others truly like her or want to be her friend.

Two years have passed, and her friends are still only Harry and his friends, unchanged.

"Oh! That's right." He seemed to suddenly remember something. He rummaged through his pockets on both sides and finally found the item in the inside pocket of his robe. "This is for you."

That was a bracelet.

Like diamond scales strung together, they form this crystal-clear and uniquely beautiful bracelet.

"I've collected some of the scales that Bakal dropped; I'm giving them to you."

He handed the scale bracelet to Luna.

I feel that this bracelet would suit her temperament perfectly.

"Thank you!" Luna did not refuse and naturally put the bracelet on her wrist.

The diamond-like bracelet reflected light on her wrist, looking very beautiful.

He and Luna have always had a good relationship.

Whenever Owen sees her, he is reminded of the first timeline of his dream. As the only girl who truly understands him, he always feels a little guilty towards Luna.

Because of her own situation, although no one dared to openly attack her, she faced considerable ostracism behind the scenes.

Even now, there are still some who are short-sighted.

Meanwhile, Owen and Luna chatted about the prom.

On the other side, Miss Granger, carrying a large stack of books, was running down the spiral staircase.

She is hiding from people.

The boys from other schools were absolutely insane.

He kept finding excuses to get close to her. During this time, if it happened once or twice, she would still feel quite surprised, and even a little excited. But no boy had ever confessed to her. Those boys at least proved that she did have something attractive about her.

Unlike Harry and Ron, who were completely oblivious to the fact that she had recently put on makeup (just light eyeliner and lipstick), she was much more attentive to her appearance.

But—if five or six people come to her door in a row within an hour, two-thirds of whom she has already explicitly refused, especially that witch from Iphamoni, who always inexplicably walks up to her and starts telling her family history, about his ancestors who didn't even leave their names in the history of magic.

This greatly annoyed Hermione.

Several times, she couldn't resist the urge to extend her wand and cast a petrification spell on that guy.

She didn't act only because her conscience, which hadn't yet been corrupted by Irving, was at play.

Now she can't even stay in the library anymore.

Because Mrs. Pince was no longer very welcoming of her coming in.

"boom--"

Lost in thought, Hermione didn't notice the witch standing around the corner ahead. She rushed over and bumped into her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" The magic book in her hand fell to the ground, but Miss Granger still checked on the other person first.

"It's nothing." The girl only staggered a little and was otherwise unharmed.

She turned around and met Miss Granger's gaze.

"It's you, Hannah!" Hermione smiled with relief. "What are you doing standing here?"

"I..." Hannah looked at Hermione with some surprise. She hadn't expected to run into her here. Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, Hannah suddenly looked up, her eyes more serious than ever before. "I want to talk to you. Let's go for a walk."

Many of the young wizards passing by cast questioning glances at them.

This made Hermione not hesitate, as she had originally wanted to find a secluded place anyway.

There were no classes in Gryffindor this morning. But she didn't want to waste her morning.

Then, the two walked out of the hall one after the other.

Today is a rare sunny day.

Although the dark clouds in the west had not dissipated and even showed signs of gathering again, this could not stop the bright sunshine in the east from shining on the snow-covered ground.

Every snowflake outside the gate is crystal clear, because they are being bathed in sunlight.

Hermione and Hannah walked across the covered bridge and strolled along the white, misty mountain ridge.

Perhaps the sunlight reflected off the earth was too dazzling, causing Hannah to unconsciously rub her eyes—wetting her fingers.

The light shining through her crystal-clear eyes seemed to be sprinkled on the long river of time, and the traces washed away by time have become the most precious memories in her heart.

In the past, there were moments of warmth, touching moments, shock, and terror.

But now, it all turns into a sense of relief.

She felt more relaxed than ever after shedding some heavy burdens.

"I always thought I knew Irving very well," she suddenly said.

This caught Hermione off guard.

Miss Granger was well aware of Hannah's feelings, so she always avoided discussing anything about Owen with Hannah.

Because this will only make things awkward.

"But since the Battle of Hogsmeade and some things that happened during the summer, I suddenly realized that I may never have known him at all."

Her skirt billowed in the cold wind. Suddenly, she turned to Hermione, her voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

She spoke with a wistful gaze, like a stare from the abyss, her brown eyes seeming to see right through Hermione's soul.

"Me?" Granger was taken aback; she was surprised by Hannah's question. Just like everything that was happening now, it had all surprised her.

However, she did understand what Hannah was worried about.

Yes—ever since the Battle of Hogsmeade, and then the things that happened to her during the summer, her aunt.

Witnessing too much death plunged Hannah's heart into an abyss that could never be filled.

Hermione, holding several spellbooks in her hands, had a flushed face from the cold wind. She exhaled a puff of warm breath, and her brown eyes were as firm as diamonds.

"You're mistaken," she said calmly.

The light pierced through the dark clouds that had gathered in the west, forcing them to slow down.

"I would have participated even without him."

"Whether it's Voldemort or any other monster."

Miss Granger went without hesitation.

The figure in the cold wind was as tall as a castle.

Upon hearing this, Hannah's pupils contracted slightly, and she took a step back in shock. After a moment, however, she smiled as if it were perfectly natural.

Yes! Everyone says the girl in front of us is Godric Gryffindor's heir.

She didn't become the heir to Gryffindor because of Owen.

She was a true Gryffindor.

The mountain wind began to blow again.

The girl's whispers were carried on the wind.

They talked for a long time.

Until a loud shout came from below the ridge.

"It's you again!!!"

That was Hagrid's voice.

"Oh God! Don't hurt them."

The two little witches glanced in the direction of Hagrid's hut and saw a small figure emerging from the woods.

It was running wildly across the snow, with all four paws on the ground and a piece of fresh meat in its mouth, its origin unknown.

It's quite fast.

Behind it, a clicking sound could be heard.

Before long, several eight-eyed giant spiders followed the little beast and emerged from the forbidden forest together.

"Meow?"

Sirocco, with the meat in his mouth, let out a whimper.

Its deep blue eyes, just like its master's, suddenly turned fierce.

Immediately, a golden light flashed, and the next second, it appeared on the head of a giant eight-eyed spider.

The chubby paws suddenly opened, revealing small, even adorable, nails.

But those very claws easily tore apart the carapace of the eight-eyed giant spider.

The kitten stretched out its paw and slapped down hard. The next second, the poor eight-eyed giant spider lost a part of its vision forever.

Because it blinded several pairs of eyes.

It was then that we realized that when Hagrid said "don't hurt it," he was referring to the giant eight-eyed spider.

The next second, the starlight shone brightly again, and it suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge, then sped off.

She leaped high into the air and instantly nestled into Miss Granger's arms.

"oops!"

Hermione's book fell to the ground again.

Holding the familiar yet unfamiliar little animal in her arms, she felt somewhat at a loss.

Down the mountain, the eight-eyed giant spiders showed no fear after seeing blood; instead, the blood aroused their bestial instincts.

Upon discovering the two little witches, they immediately sped towards them like a fleet of cars.

"No—don't hurt them!"

The vast wilderness was filled with Haig's voice.

Apart from that, all that could be heard was the clicking of footsteps.

Upon hearing the sound, Miss Granger frowned slightly. She quickly drew her wand and aimed it at the hostile creatures.

She has a very effective spell specifically designed to deal with these dark creatures.

But Hagrid's voice prevented her from acting immediately.

However, it was only a momentary hesitation. Harry and the others were right; only Hagrid would treat such a terrifying, man-eating monster as a baby.

"Destruction—Meteor!"

The grapevine wand glowed faintly, followed by a burst of silver light.

That was the origin of the Milky Way that ancient wizards glimpsed, the moment when a massive star cluster was destroyed—legend has it that for those who witnessed it, everything collapsed at that very moment.

Like an inflating balloon, suddenly, numerous meteorites emitting a deep gray-blue hue appeared in front of Hermione. Twelve dark shooting stars.

It streaks across the sky.

Like fireworks, it crashed down on the eight-eyed giant spiders.

Yes—Hermione did not kill them.

Most of the falling meteors only hit the soil around the eight-eyed giant spider.

Or perhaps they broke off a few of their legs.

"Click!"

The sound emanating from the spider's giant mandibles suddenly became sharp and piercing.

Under the "baptism" of the meteor shower, these dark creatures, oblivious to death, finally began to feel fear.

They fell, tumbled, and turned erratically and rapidly in various poses, fleeing into the distance...

"Meow!"

The next second, Shirlock struggled out of Hermione's arms.

It lay on all fours, stretched, and wagged its tail high in the air—familiar and natural movements.

Unconsciously gripping the snow... after swallowing a large piece of meat, it leaped into Hannah's arms.

—I knew it! That witch always has a way of dealing with those "stingy" spiders!

—Hmm…I'll reluctantly let you hug me for a little while!

Just a little while!

Don't be greedy!

In Hannah's arms, Sirocco stretched and relaxed.

With her head tilted to the side, her azure eyes held a hint of arrogance as she looked at Hermione.

I've already rewarded you with a short hug!

But before it could fully turn its head back, it noticed that the brown-haired witch in the distance had suddenly moved closer to it.

—Yay! I didn't move!

It didn't move, but Hannah did.

He took a few steps and slowly walked up to Hermione, then reached out and handed her Sirocco.

Hannah smiled, her eyes sparkling, and gazed lovingly at the kitten, struggling to speak, "I...I don't want you anymore."

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After breakfast, Irving said goodbye to everyone and left the bustling auditorium.

During that time, he also asked Luna about the ball.

But she seemed unconcerned and completely indifferent to the upcoming Christmas ball.

She's so quirky and unpredictable that you can never guess what she's thinking.

In the morning, they also have to attend spells class.

Around 10 o'clock, Owen quietly ended the class and returned to the auditorium after scoring over ten points for Hufflepuff.

Because of the ball, the auditorium was equipped with magical heating.

It was basically just adding a few more fire pits.

But it worked very well, and he planned to talk to Harry about a dance partner.

My Luna is so cute, she can't end up without a dance partner!

As he entered the Great Hall, he saw Harry sitting dejectedly on a Gryffindor bench, with a bewildered Neville beside him.

"What's wrong with him?" Owen sat down naturally, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Harry with a puzzled expression.

"He just went to confess his feelings to Cho Chang," Neville said hesitantly from the side.

Through Neville's account, Owen learns that Harry mustered up the courage to ask Cho Chang to be his dance partner that morning, but she refused.

Because Cedric invited her yesterday afternoon, and she accepted.

On the very night Harry was struggling with his inner turmoil, he missed the chance to dance with Cho Chang.

Owen doesn't know how much Harry regrets things now, but he must be very regretful.

"Um," someone didn't want to admit that he might have caused something to happen prematurely, and that Cho Chang's invitation was something Owen hadn't anticipated.

But he expressed his condolences regarding Harry's fate.

Just as Owen was about to comfort Harry, a large group of people suddenly poured into the Great Hall, with the Weasleys surrounding Ron.

His face showed a look of lingering fear, his eyes were unfocused, and he seemed absent-minded.

"What's wrong?" Owen turned his head. "Did someone find out he was dressed as a woman?"

"No!" Ginny said, covering her mouth.

"Crossdressing?" George asked in surprise, then Fred stared wide-eyed at Ron in disbelief. "Little Ron, I never knew you had this kind of hobby!"

Fred's voice echoed in the air, carrying surprise, doubt, and a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

Ron looked bewildered, as if he had just woken from a long dream. He glared at Owen, his eyes flashing with anger. "I've never worn girls' clothes!"

Irving simply raised an eyebrow at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure?" His voice was full of mockery, as if testing Ron's patience.

"What do you want to do?" Ron asked in alarm, sensing a danger in Owen's words.

"Want to bet?" He looked up. "If I say you've worn them, then you've worn them, whether you haven't or not!"

"You—" Ron felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger. What kind of twisted logic was this!

I'm not betting with you!

He then slumped down, not saying a word.

"So? What's wrong with this thing?"

"He, well, he just invited Fleur Delacour to the ball with him." George looked at Ron with a hint of pity. "But he refused."

Ginny nodded in agreement. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, but when she saw Ron's heartbroken expression, she immediately stopped laughing and patted Ron's arm sympathetically. "Being rejected must feel awful."

"Even if Ron invited Fleur, why did it turn out like this?" Owen asked.

"I don't know how I could have done something like this!" Ron gasped. "What was I thinking? There were people everywhere, a huge crowd! I must have been out of my mind, everyone was watching! I ran into her in the hallway, she was standing there talking to Diggory, and I just couldn't control myself, I went up to her and asked her!"

Ron groaned and covered his face with his hands.

He kept talking, but his words were barely audible.

"She looked at me like I was a clown, and didn't say anything. Then, I don't know, I suddenly came to my senses and ran away."

"So you didn't even hear whether they rejected you or not, and just ran away?" Owen asked, dumbfounded.

Ron was speechless, his face contorted, unable to utter a word.

After a long pause, he finally uttered a few words, "She definitely rejected me. Definitely! Maybe I was running too fast and didn't hear her, but I saw Diggory laughing there."

"Diggory?" Owen frowned. "Where did this random extra come from?"

"It's Cedric!" Ginny reminded her.

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot," Irving casually continued, "She went to invite Cedric?"

"Maybe!" Ron said, puzzled. "But I think it was probably him who invited Fleur."

"Bullshit—Cedric just invited Cho Chang, and she accepted. Oh—that means Fleur got rejected when she invited Cedric, which is why she's ignoring you. I knew it! I beat her up, and she's toned it down a lot since then," Owen muttered.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding young wizards were all speechless.

Hey you black devil, aren't you going to listen to what you're saying?!

"Tsk tsk! You're really unlucky, Ron."

"I—" After hearing what Owen said, Ron also felt that he was really unlucky, he had run into the line of fire.

"But it's not like there's no chance to salvage the situation," Owen continued. "You could try inviting Koyatl! Whether it works out or not, it shows an attitude."

"If I lick enough at once, then I'm the king of the sea!"

"Do you want me dead?" Ron found it absurd. Koyatl, who would invite that woman?

crazy!

"Haha! But you guys are really interesting. Harry went to invite Cho Chang, but he was too late. Fleur went to invite Cedric, and he was too late too. It all happened in one night, hehe."

Ginny suddenly stopped laughing and stared blankly at Harry.

"None of us have found a suitable partner."

"And what about you?" Ginny asked slowly, her tone icy.

"I?"

"I'm waiting for someone to calm down."

"Heh," Ginny said with a hint of mockery, "Then you can wait and see if she'll calm down next year."

She was somewhat annoyed, as if she wanted to vent all her anger towards Harry on him.

Of course, it could also be that a wronged heart simply needs a place to be comforted.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange.

Just as Ginny opened her mouth, a girl carrying Sirocco ran into the hall.

"What are you talking about? There are so many people around pointing and whispering." She instinctively sat down with them.

Then, out of curiosity, he asked.

These guys must have done something bad again.

It would be a disgrace to Hogwarts.

"Someone's waiting for you to calm down," Ginny said bluntly. "The other two guys invited girls to the dance, but both were turned down!"

"Oh! Thanks for reminding Ginny!" Ron said sarcastically.

"All the pretty girls have been snatched up, haven't they, Ron?" Hermione said, looking at Harold and Ron with displeasure.

"He invited Hibiscus," the twins added from the side.

"Hmm—then I suggest you lower the difficulty a bit." Hermione, who was about to criticize Ron, stopped herself.

Furong felt that even if Owen invited her, she definitely wouldn't agree.

As she spoke, Miss Granger couldn't help but glance at Owen, that guy—he was annoying too.

Are we supposed to wait for her to speak first?

How can you let the girl speak first!

"Yo! Meowth, you're back!" Owen waved, and Shirlock, who was lying in Hermione's arms, immediately popped out and jumped into his arms.

"You bastard!" He grabbed Sirocco's two front paws, pinned it to the long table, and began to stroke it hard.

I'm determined to finish all the masturbation I haven't had a chance to do since the competition ended!

At first, the cat would extend its pink paws and press them against Owen's face to resist his violence, but this level of resistance was obviously no match for someone's bestial nature.

He even saw this obstacle as more of a temptation.

After struggling for a while, the cat finally resigned itself to its fate. It turned its head away, its eyes drooping, and silent tears streamed down its cheeks (the snowflakes on its forehead had melted).

Sirocco lamented that he was no longer clean.

"Forehead--"

In a large, crowded hall, a large-scale cat-petting event is indeed somewhat unseemly.

The young wizards around him began to look at Owen with strange eyes, and it wasn't until Hermione coughed a few times that Owen slowly stopped.

"Oh! I couldn't help myself—I couldn't control myself—I couldn't control myself." Owen felt no shame at all. He hugged the cat to his chest. There was a pocket in the lining of his clothes that he used specifically to carry cats, but most of the time there were no cats to carry.

"I understand that you people without cats wouldn't understand."

After saying that, he turned to Hermione as if to change the subject, "Ahem—Miss Granger, I heard that many people have invited you to the ball, even that Quidditch star Krum has invited you."

He and Hermione looked at each other, their eyes sparkling.

Hermione's face showed no emotion, she simply said calmly, "You're the same."

"No, no, no—that's different." Owen shook his head. "Because I refused them all."

"Uh..." Miss Granger was momentarily speechless, a fleeting look of joy flashing across her eyes, but she quickly and carefully concealed it.

"Me too—" Before she could finish, she suddenly changed the subject, "Why? With so many girls, why didn't you say yes to one of them?"

"That's a strange question." Owen squinted. His attack had been thwarted; his opponent had discovered his intentions and quickly adjusted his strategy, preparing to abandon direct confrontation and instead advance in a flanking maneuver to encircle the enemy. "Why should I agree?"

"Maybe I have someone better."

"Isn't that right?"

The cat has gone to Cat Planet.

(End of this chapter)