I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 292 Ron, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!

"This is the ninth time you've apologized." Hermione's face flushed slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly. It wasn't because Owen had stepped on her and hurt her, nor because his actions had been too rough.

Her movements were somewhat stiff entirely because Owen had exposed her waist too forcefully, and—and too closely.

These past two days, this guy has suddenly become like a different person, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Although somewhat annoyed, I also enjoyed it.

"I can give you advance notice of my tenth apology," he whispered in Hermione's ear, his voice gentle. "I don't think you'll refuse."

As he spoke, he deliberately stepped on it lightly again.

"Buzz"

Hermione could feel his presence, so close, brushing against her ear.

The next moment, she felt a heat rising up all over her body.

She glared at Owen, but couldn't stop smiling. Biting her red lips, she barely managed to control her emotions.

Finally, Hermione couldn't resist any longer and rested her forehead on Owen's shoulder, letting the two get even closer. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and powerful, resonating in sync with her shoulder.

The entire auditorium was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and everyone was immersed in the happiness.

Although most of the young wizards were still a bit unfamiliar with the dance steps, they were still working hard to learn and gradually catch up with the rhythm.

The dance moves gradually became clearer and clearer, like a spell being practiced.

With all distractions cleared from his mind and only able to smell the fragrance of the girl in his arms, Owen seemed to have finally let go of some kind of resistance, and his pace returned to normal.

At first, Miss Granger was with Owen. Now the roles have reversed, and Owen is leading him.

At that moment, the dance music in my ears smoothly switched to a faster-paced version of Flamenco: I Will Go Far Away.

The upbeat rhythm, the rich Spanish style, the passionate dance before parting, and the occasional stomping of feet perfectly convey a sense of determination, perseverance, fervor, and urgency. The emotions conveyed in the dance are incredibly intense.

Another emotion was equally fervent at the scene.

The two figures, leaning on each other, gradually became the focus of attention in the auditorium.

They may not be very good at dancing; the simple movements are just various combinations of the most basic dance steps.

What's attractive is what they show.

A love as fiery as a flame.

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"You need to find a dance partner as soon as possible, Ron."

The next day in the auditorium, all the excitement was hidden. At the long table, Miss Granger was sternly reprimanding Ron for being all talk and no action, which was why he had wasted his time with Christmas just two or three days away.

The dance will begin the night after tomorrow.

"If you really want to be alone in your dorm room on Christmas Eve."

"Easier said than done, all the good girls are already taken," Ron muttered. "I don't want to be with any of those ugly ducklings."

The fireplace in the auditorium emitted a warm wave of heat.

This was prepared for the ball, since everyone would be wearing light formal attire. In late December, the temperature in the Scottish Highlands is no joke; it can really freeze you to death.

Of course, besides the temperature of the fireplace, the biggest temperature in the auditorium was probably Miss Granger's rapidly rising anger.

"Yes, yes—" she scrutinized Ron, "You chose your dance partner just to find someone who wouldn't embarrass you."

"Do you think girls are like commodities, waiting to be picked over?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with a frightening light. Anyway, Harry didn't have the courage to make excuses for Ron. He himself was barely making ends meet, and his dance partner was found for him by Owen.

Owen remained silent, sipping his egg drop soup. He and Ron had the same idea: when choosing a dance partner, they needed someone famous and prestigious. That's why he had chosen Harry for Luna; the Savior's prestige was now second only to his and Hermione's at Hogwarts.

The only difference between him and Ron is that Ron did it for himself, while he did it for Luna.

"I—" Ron blushed and couldn't speak. Faced with Hermione's dangerous gaze, he could only shrink back and ignore her.

"So, you still haven't found a dance partner!" At that moment, the twins walked over from outside the auditorium.

The two sat down next to Ron with glee.

Looking at his little brother with a hint of sympathy, he said, "If you really can't find one, you could try trying to fool the witches at other schools!"

George said, "I heard they're all so naive."

Fred grinned mischievously. "That's right. Besides, the male-to-female ratio at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Ivermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is clearly much higher than that of girls. There must be some girls left who haven't found a dance partner yet."

"The girls in Beauxbatons are all good girls!"

Suddenly, George had a brilliant idea: "Doesn't Fleur's sister often come to our lounge?"

"Gabrielle Delacour. You could try inviting her."

As soon as George finished speaking, Hermione's warning system activated immediately. She looked at the twins seriously and said coldly, "Don't mess with Gabrielle. She's only eleven years old."

"Then what should we do!" Ron retorted, suddenly realizing that Gabrielle was a pretty good option, wasn't she?

She was like a miniature version of Hibiscus, eleven years old, with waist-length solid-colored hair and gleaming blue eyes.

She is very cute, and she gets along well with the young wizards of Gryffindor.

He even taught her magic!

"I can't really stay in my dorm for Christmas!" Ron suddenly turned to Owen. "Are there any good girls left in Hufflepuff?"

"Huh?" Owen was taken aback. "You son of a bitch, you want to wreak havoc on our academy?"

Looking into Ron's sincere eyes, Owen held back the "no" that was about to escape his lips. "I'll ask him for you."

"Hey! Gawain—are there any girls in our college who are fourth-year students or older and haven't found a dance partner yet?"

Gawain, the Hufflepuff sixth-year wizard with a muscular build like Durmstrang, blond hair, and blue eyes.

He was highly respected in Hufflepuff, second only to Owen and his friends, as well as Cedric.

"That's all," Gawain replied somewhat displeased.

What he disliked most was being called Gao Wen.

Those who know him well call him by his surname – Fuli.

Because in Slytherin, Malfoy's henchman also had a name named Gawain, and his name was completely tainted by that guy.

"Fine!" Irving shrugged. "Don't you even know what time it is?"

"The ball is in two days, there won't be any single girls left. You even complained that Heloise Midgen wasn't pretty enough? Ha! Now you can't even invite Heloise Midgen. Because someone else has already invited her!"

Ron looked like the sky was falling; things seemed to be getting worse and worse, and he was heading towards the abyss of spending Christmas alone.

His friends sitting with him all looked at him with pity.

This made Ron even more anxious.

The breakfast was eaten hastily. After swallowing his fifth chicken leg, Ron finally stopped his secret rivalry with Irving because he was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite.

A certain black gang leader took down six.

"It smells so good!" Ron suddenly relaxed his brow and whispered.

It had a unique fragrance, like the scent of harvest flowers wafting from the mountains in autumn.

Ron looked up in confusion.

Then he noticed a beautiful girl walking quickly toward him or the group.

It's Koyatl.

Her long silver hair was styled into a neat and tidy bun, showcasing her independence and competence.

Wearing a crimson robe from the Ilvarmoni Academy, fastened with a golden Gordi knot at the chest, and tall boots whose hard heels clicked on the marble floor of the auditorium.

Her bright red eyes were deep and captivating, as if they held a certain allure that could easily mesmerize anyone.

Her cool, aloof face, high nose, and alluring full lips drew everyone's attention.

She looks absolutely stunning.

Her bright red eyes seemed to hold a certain allure, her face was aloof, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were full and tempting.

To be honest, she was indeed the most beautiful witch under the hibiscus.

"Lorne Wesley?" (The author mispronounced Ron's name.)

She came before the crowd.

"Huh? W-what's wrong?" Suddenly being stared at by a pretty girl, Ron, who was stuttering a little, looked at her in confusion.

"You? What are you doing here?" Owen stared at Koyatl, a woman shrouded in secrets, with a long face.

It has been almost a month since the first match ended.

But she remained silent and refused to say anything.

Irving didn't care about the secrets she carried, after all, whatever she was carrying was a North American matter.

Their first opponent was Voldemort.

But that guy—for a whole year, Voldemort has been as quiet as if he were dead.

Even if Koyatl's secrets wouldn't jeopardize Hogwarts, Owen still didn't really like this woman.

Gloomy and arrogant, she was like a giant black hole, attracting all negative emotions and impossible to ignore. Her arrogant demeanor reminded Owen of the professor he disliked most—Severus Snape.

Perhaps most people who carry countless secrets in their hearts and are arrogant are like this.

Whether he liked it or not, Koyatl's existence still attracted the attention of many young wizards. Her beauty was her greatest weapon. Even though the young wizards at Hogwarts were still hostile towards her, it was just going with the flow. In reality, a girl as beautiful as her would definitely be very popular, especially at balls. The fact that no one invited her was simply because no one wanted to be the first traitor to "betray" Hogwarts.

"What are you doing here? Have you come to turn yourself in?" Owen took a sip of egg drop soup to moisten his slightly greasy throat. Then he looked at Koyatl defiantly.

"Hmph—" Koyatl sneered. She ignored Owen and turned her gaze to Ron.

Suddenly, the noisy auditorium fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Then, her red lips parted slightly, "Would you like to come to the ball with me?"

"???"

Everyone was a little confused by Koyatl's question. The twins next to Ron also looked up at Koyatl in a daze.

Harry stared wide-eyed, his incredulous gaze shifting between Koyatl and Ron.

Justin opened his mouth so wide it could fit an egg, and was speechless with surprise.

Hermione, on the other hand, kept a scrutinizing eye on the witch in front of her from beginning to end; she sensed a conspiracy.

Ron was in a sleepwalking state, his mind was elsewhere, and the muscles in his face were completely out of his control, so he was rapidly changing his expressions.

"Huh? Did you really get your head caught in a door?"

Everyone was a little confused by Koyatl's question. Even the twins next to Ron looked up at Koyatl in bewilderment.

"What are you doing? Did you drug her?" he glared at Ron.

"Huh?" Ron was initially annoyed by the kick, but then he realized what was happening. "What? Aphrodisiac? I didn't have any aphrodisiac!"

"I'm warning you, Ron Weasley, you're heading further and further down the path of illegality. As the head of the Hogwarts Student Council, I urge you to pull back from the brink while there's still room for maneuver! Pull back! Pull back!"

"What the hell?!" Ron took a step back, afraid Owen would beat him up again, then looked at Koyatl with utter confusion. "What did you say? You want to go to the ball with me?"

"Yes," Koyatl's cool voice rang out again.

"But—why? I—" Ron's tongue got tied, and he couldn't say anything coherently. The witty remarks that used to fill his mind were now completely gone.

"Would you like to come to the ball with me?" she repeated, her face stiff.

"I--"

Good heavens! Ron desperately wanted to refuse outright, but when he saw Koyatl's unbelievably handsome face, he couldn't utter a single word of refusal.

Then, as if controlled by someone, his body instinctively uttered, "I do!"

He roared.

It was as if he were having a wedding ceremony, and the priest was asking him if he would take the bride as his wife.

Koyater's face showed no emotion whatsoever upon receiving the affirmative reply, as if she had done something insignificant. She then turned and left, arriving and departing like the wind.

It didn't leave a single cloud behind throughout the entire journey.

"Wardfa?"

Watching that receding figure, Irving couldn't help but swear.

"Ron, you—" George and Fred each grabbed one of Ron's arms around the neck, glaring at him. "Did you steal our products?!"

"No!" Ron braced his hands on the table, resisting the pressure from his two older brothers.

"No?" The twins pressed harder. "Heart's Desire Water!"

"You dare say you didn't take it!"

"What 'love potion'? I have no idea what that is!"

"It's a love potion," Owen explained from the side. "Aphrodisiacs are a kind of love potion."

"The most potent love potion in history!" Gemini added.

"I didn't use any love potion on Koyater."

Ron's head was pressed against the table by the twins, and he turned half his face to the side, speaking with difficulty.

"Heh—before, you called her 'that witch,' but now you're calling her by her full name, Koyater. You've even omitted her surname!"

"Bang!" Owen slammed his hand on the table. "You, Ron Weasley, you better tell me the truth!"

"I...I really don't know anything!" Ronan struggled desperately, his face covered in grease from the table.

"He definitely stole our new product!" one of the twins said confidently, then looked at Owen. "You know the effects of this aphrodisiac; if used in small amounts, others won't even notice."

"What?!" Hermione frowned and looked at Owen.

"Uh, I don't know—" Owen quickly waved his hand, "I don't know anything!"

Then he glanced at Hermione. "Does Miss Granger really think I need something like this?"

Then he suddenly grabbed her hand, everything was understood without words.

"Hmph~" Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, a hint of unease creeping onto them. She certainly didn't believe Owen would use a love potion on her, but he would definitely sell it to young wizards. If this stuff got out—didn't that jerk know how many girls in the castle wished for a little love potion in his dinner?

This is just asking for trouble!

"Ron!" Harry spoke up. "This is the most important time for the castle. If we get caught—we'll be very embarrassed."

"Harry!!!" Ron shouted angrily, his eyes wide. "Even you don't believe me?"

His best friend's betrayal deeply wounded him—"I thought you were a flower different from those flashy, cheap women out there! I never expected you, Harry Potter, to be just another follower!"

"I believe you, but—"

"Alright, let him go!" Owen interrupted Harry, gesturing for the twins to release Ron. "Coyatri isn't so easy to fool."

Although Irving didn't believe that Ron had used a love potion, the current situation was indeed somewhat 'magical'.

Meanwhile, the other young wizards in the hall were already in an uproar.

The noise never stopped.

Harry, as if apologizing, kept pressing Ron for details about what he had done to get that arrogant girl to invite him out.

At first, Ron was somewhat restrained, stammering and unable to give a reason. But before long, he let loose, tilting his head back, nose to the ceiling, his face full of pride, "Maybe it's my handsome appearance!"

As he spoke, he confidently brushed aside some stray hairs from his forehead, revealing a few pimples. "After all, someone as handsome as me is a rare find at Hogwarts."

Harry and Justin almost threw up their dinner from last night when they heard that.

Irving went even further, saying bluntly, "Are you out of your mind?"

"She clearly has ulterior motives."

"But—" Ron stopped smiling, "I don't have anything that she would want from me."

"..." Irving was speechless. Sincerity was indeed the ultimate weapon. "Very well, you do have a good sense of self-awareness."

He couldn't guess the woman's purpose either.

Could it be for the Weasley family treasure? How did she know?

Irving absolutely believed that the people around him wouldn't casually tell this secret to others, especially not to his adversary, Ilfamoni.

The underground chamber hadn't been opened for at least a hundred years, making it impossible for anyone to have known the castle's secret over a century ago. It was left to outsiders.

So what was her purpose?

no one knows.

But this incident undoubtedly caused a huge uproar in the castle.

This was absolutely big news, and rumors about Ron and Koyatl spread rapidly throughout the castle.

"I heard that the witch Iphamoni actually invited Ron to the ball in public."

"What? This—how is this possible? Ron? By what right?"

"Not only that, I heard they've been having a secret relationship for a while now. This morning someone even saw them being affectionate in a corner of the castle."

"Huh? I don't believe it. That witch is so arrogant. She fought Granger in front of the Great Hall back then."

"Times change, you know? What if they just met once and then secretly developed a relationship?"

"Bullshit—" a Slytherin chimed in. "That Weasley definitely used a love potion, a powerful one!"

"That's right!" Some indignant boys joined the chorus of condemnation. "Aren't his two older brothers particularly good at making this kind of thing?"

"Ha! He actually took a liking to that enemy of Hogwarts? He's practically a traitor among wizards!"

"But—Koyatl is really beautiful!" At this moment, a fan of good looks barged in, and he was immediately attacked by the other young wizards.

What shamelessness, heartlessness, cunning and treacherous!

Some people even reported this to Professor McGonagall.

The reason given is that Gryffindor students despicably use aphrodisiacs as a means of inviting girls.

Look at that, how could Professor McGonagall not be furious with such remarks?

She rushed to the Gryffindor common room and caught Ron and Harry chatting in their armchairs.

Then, in a serious, even interrogative tone, he began to question her, almost as if he were about to use truth serum.

The professor was destined not to get any answers from Ron.

Afterwards, she went directly to the canyon outside the castle, aboard the Iphamoni starship, and spoke with Koyatel in person.

Then she received a fact that was even harder to accept than the fact that Ron had used a love potion: Ron hadn't used a love potion.

The girl herself admitted that she liked Ron.

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand how she could say such things with such disgust and hatred.

But—after the truth came out and Hogwarts' reputation was restored.

She left the canyon, and as a professor, she had no interest in getting involved in the love affairs between the young wizards.

Upon returning to the castle, Professor McGonagall apprehended several young Slytherin wizards who had fabricated and slandered Gryffindor's reputation. After severely punishing them—and confining them to solitary confinement—the truth naturally came out of her mouth.

Then—public opinion about the castle exploded.

Ron Weasley!

You deserve to die!

Damn it!!!

(End of this chapter)