I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 3 We'll definitely see each other often in the future (Please read on)

Just as Irving was about to continue his amicable efforts to improve his relationship with Neville, four screams suddenly echoed down the corridor.

Then came the sound of heavy footsteps and a furious roar: "Irving!"

"Hey! I'm here!" Owen stood up and poked his head out, only to bump into Hermione, who was fuming. "If you weren't blind..."

"What have you done! You cast a spell on them, didn't you?!"

"Um?"

"Miss Granger, how can you slander someone's innocence so easily?" One of the murderers leaned nonchalantly against the partition of the cubicle, lazily gripping the end of his wand. "Did you see it? What proof do you have that I did it?"

"You—" Hermione glared at him fiercely, "That's a petrification charm, isn't it? I've seen it in the books!"

"Friendly reminder, Miss Granger, I'm just a poor and helpless first-year student. Petrification is such a profound spell that even fourth or fifth-year wizards might not be able to cast it." Owen's gray eyes reflected the phantom of the demon.

He always wore a faint smile, and like his impeccably dressed clothes, he exuded the air of a gentleman from hell.

"You—you're just being unreasonable!"

"Alright! Miss Granger, would you like to make a bet with me?"

"What?"

"I bet you a Galleon that I didn't do this. How about it? If you win, you can do whatever you want with me. If I win, you pay me a Galleon." Owen's lips curled up slightly as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Okay! I promise you." Hermione agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation.

Hmph, this is only on the way to Hogwarts, and serious school violence has already occurred right here. When we get to the school, I will definitely report this to the professors, no—to the headmaster.

"Let's go." Owen took the lead and walked over, giving Hermione a 'you've already lost' smile as he passed by.

"Hmph!" Hermione responded with a soft hum.

This guy is really annoying.

The little witch was seething with anger, and now she found Owen utterly repulsive.

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Harry and Ron's cubicle was just a few steps away from theirs, separated by only three cubicles.

Irving ran into another acquaintance as he walked towards him.

A handsome blond young man and his two followers.

"No wonder there were four screams just now."

"Oh~ isn't this young master Malfoy?" Owen narrowed his eyes and quickly stepped forward.

Draco! This is his money bag!

The Malfoy family—one of the families my grandfather frequently robbed of wealthy people.

They are rolling in money.

If the Wizarding World had a Forbes rich list, their family would definitely be among the top few.

As for the specific twists and turns of their story.

That was truly a case of Harry losing his mother—it's a long story.

"Owen Sanchez!" Upon seeing Owen, Draco took two steps back and almost fell.

"You—you, don't come any closer. Let me tell you, Owen, without your grandfather, my father can do whatever he wants." He held up a weapon, his pale blond hair suddenly losing its luster. He spoke haltingly.

"So what? So what?"

Irving stepped forward.

Draco, like a frightened mouse, took four or five steps back, his face pale. "My father is a board member of Hogwarts!"

"Oh! So what?"

"I—I'm warning you not to do anything reckless. I'm going to tell my dad." Draco felt a wave of dizziness, and his memory seemed to return to that afternoon when he was dominated by a certain grandfather and grandson.

Then, perhaps it was the Malfoy family's deep-rooted pure-blood pride that suddenly erupted, and he actually mustered up a bit of courage to meet Owen's gaze.

Driven by this courage, the child merely glared at him before turning and running away, completely ignoring his two followers.

"Draco? Draco!"

After seeing Draco flee in panic, his two henchmen lost all interest in swaggering and immediately chased after him towards the back of the carriage.

"Oh dear! Looks like I've inadvertently left the child with a deep psychological scar." Owen muttered dismissively, pursing his lips.

He then turned and stepped into the cubicle.

Inside the room, Harry and Ron seemed frozen in place, and if you looked closely, you could even see that their exposed skin had a stone-like sheen.

"Admit it! You did it." The girl following behind Owen glanced at the direction Draco had fled.

His face was gloomy.

Yet another victim.

Just how many people has this guy bullied?!

Then she turned to look at Harry and Ron.

Draco's actions just now further proved that it was this annoying guy in front of them who had petrified them.

"I will definitely tell the professors about this when I get to school."

Hermione tilted her head back, revealing her slender neck, and said seriously, "Even the headmaster."

"Don't be in such a hurry!" Owen glanced at her.

Hiss—if only I could throw a cutting spell at that moment!

It will definitely be much quieter from now on—right?

"Do you remember our bet?"

"You still want to argue?"

"No, I mean, you should get that Galleon ready." As he spoke, Owen gently tapped Harry and Ron on the head with his wand.

A shimmering light, like flowing water, swept by, and the two of them immediately recovered.

"You!" Ron, who had just regained his freedom, immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth, ready to accuse someone.

But the next second, he was abruptly interrupted by Owen, who was holding a magic wand.

"Oh dear! You're so careless, Ron."

"Huh? What?"

"Look at your wand, the unicorn hair at the core is sticking out. You must have messed up your spell with this wand just now, turning yourself and Harry to stone, right?"

"What—what are you talking about?" Little Ron's blank eyes were full of confusion.

"Luckily I found you, otherwise you would have been petrified for hours on the train to Hogwarts, and there were no professors on the train to undo the spell. If you were even less lucky, you might have been left behind on the train and missed the opening ceremony!" Owen held up his wand and waved it in front of the two unlucky guys.

"Is...is that so?" Ron swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Owen's wand.

"But it's alright, we're in the same grade, we'll see each other often in the future. If you want to learn how to break the curse, I can teach you." Owen's kind and friendly smile touched the two of them.

It is obvious that this kind of influence is highly effective.

Ron's face turned deathly pale, and his body stiffened as he uttered the key phrase of self-reflection: "Afterwards?"

"Often?" Harry chimed in.

"Yes!" Owen blinked and continued, "So now, Ron, can you tell this girl next to you? Did you just cast a spell, and her wand went out of control, causing her to turn to stone?"

"And you?" Owen turned his head to look at Harry.

"I—I think Ron is right." Harry immediately agreed. Having just left the Dursleys, he wasn't yet the reckless Gryffindor he would become.

When it comes to admitting defeat, he—Harry Potter—is a master!

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