I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 302 Legilimency!

"Phew!" Owen exhaled a breath of stale air, then got out of bed.

Today is Friday, the last day of classes.

The second match will be held next Monday after the weekend.

After a quick wash, Irving, wrapped in a thick beaver fur cloak, walked out of his dorm room.

In any case, he planned to open the secret room in the kitchen tonight, because after today he would be busy, and when he was free again, it would probably be three or four days after the competition ended.

He didn't want to delay any longer, lest things get complicated, and besides, Ron's condition was strange; he now held the key to the secret room.

If they continue to wait, Irving is genuinely afraid something might happen to him.

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The castle corridors were empty at five o'clock, quiet except for the snoring of the portraits.

The sound disturbed him.

It was the quality of sleep he envied.

Irving walked up the spiral staircase, heading towards the women's restroom on the third floor.

See if anyone has discovered that place and used some destructive spell on it because they couldn't open the pool.

Upon reaching the third floor, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the empty corridor. Owen instinctively tightened his robe. The howling wind echoed far and wide, adding an eerie atmosphere to the place.

Unconsciously, Irving quickened his pace.

He quickly found his way to the door of the girls' restroom, thanks to his familiarity with it.

He had just pushed the door open when he stepped inside. The moment he stepped in, Irving felt the water splashing against his trousers.

The floor underfoot was new, as were the partitions on both sides; the dark green wooden planks looked brand new.

This is definitely not the abandoned washroom it was a few years ago; it's impossible for a water pipe to burst here.

There's only one possible reason for so much water on the ground: it must have been done by Myrtle. She deliberately spilled the water on the ground.

"hiss!"

The water looked like it had just been spilled. In this kind of weather, the water would freeze in just a few minutes.

Irving walked forward, exhaling mist from his mouth.

After walking a few steps, a figure appeared in front of a pool not far away.

It was a girl with loose, curly hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a Gryffindor robe, and many manuscripts, all biographies, were laid out on the pool.

She stood still, waving her wand continuously, chanting ancient unlocking spells, some of which even Owen had never heard of.

Each time she uttered a spell, her body would tremble slightly, as if she had exhausted all her energy. Then she would turn the pages of the manuscript and begin searching for the next way to open the secret room.

Seeing this, Owen immediately took off his wool cloak. He took a few steps forward, wrapped the cloak around her, and hugged her tightly.

Hermione's body trembled, as if she had been frightened.

"Ah!" She lost her balance and fell backward, then saw Owen's head sticking out from behind her shoulder.

"It's not a spell," Owen whispered in her ear, gently stroking her hair.

Hermione's shoulders trembled even more violently.

"How can Salazar guarantee that his descendants will learn a particular spell?" Owen took the book from Hermione's hands and placed it on the pool. Then he reached out and grabbed Hermione's hands, holding them tightly in his own.

"It must be some kind of power within one's bloodline. Think about what abilities Salazar possesses that ordinary people don't have?"

"Ability?" Hermione's eyelids trembled; the sudden warmth instantly shattered the rationality she had maintained all night.

Countless drowsiness assailed her like a storm outside the castle.

"As one of the four famous founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Salazar Slytherin was one of the earliest recorded Parseltongue speakers, an accomplished Legilimency master, and a notorious advocate of pure-blood supremacy." Owen looked at her, his voice gentle and deep.

"Wait a minute." Miss Granger suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "It's Parsley, isn't it? Good heavens! I didn't even think of that possibility when I was solving such a simple riddle."

"Salazar speaks Parsley, and his descendants will certainly inherit Parsley."

"Alright, now that you know the riddle, it's time for you to go to sleep, Miss Granger."

Owen stood beside Miss Granger, whispering in Hermione's ear, "I'm warning you, don't stay up all night again, or I'll clean up that house in Hogsmeade and move in with you, keeping an eye on you every day."

"I"

Hermione closed her eyes slightly and leaned against him.

The deep echo of Owen's voice still lingered in her ears.

His voice was like a lullaby, which made her let down all her defenses and anxieties.

Hermione's trembling eyelashes slowly closed, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. Her breathing gradually became steady.

She felt her body growing weaker and weaker, as light as a feather, and her legs were too weak to support her. She was held in Owen's arms.

The girl's body was soft and yielding, like a cushion, filling my arms with a kind of intoxicating satisfaction.

She was like a delicate rose glistening with dew, making one want to kiss her, comfort her, and hold her close.

"Miss Granger?" Owen called out tentatively.

At this moment, the little witch, who had fallen into a deep sleep and changed her position, curled up into a ball, did not respond to him.

Suddenly, a lot of ideas popped into Irving's head.

For example: if he carried Miss Granger back to her dorm, she certainly wouldn't refuse. Hehe!!!

In the empty bathroom, Irving was having a sweet dream.

The quiet environment made everything sound exceptionally crisp: the sound of water dripping, the sound of wind rustling through the pages of a book, the sound of a girl breathing—everything was so clear.

Until a series of hurried footsteps brought Irving's scattered thoughts back together.

"Um?"

He suddenly opened his eyes. Could it be that the other warriors had come looking for him?

Huh? Miss Granger has corrupted them all? They're all starting to get all scrambled up? Out looking for clues so early in the morning?

Without a second thought, Owen glanced at the books on the pool, waved his wand, and in an instant, they all floated up and disappeared into his pocket. Then, he noticed a robe hidden beneath the books.

Invisibility cloak?

Tsk—this thing is practically Gryffindor's common property now.

Harry borrowed money from all over the place.

Picking up the invisibility cloak, Owen carried Hermione and strode to the stall closest to the pool. He sat on the toilet, draped the cloak over both of them, and left the door open to see who had found their way here.

The sudden movement startled Hermione awake. She barely opened her eyes, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on her.

He then glanced at Irving and immediately snapped back to reality.

Because of the invisibility cloak, Irving couldn't hug her horizontally, otherwise her feet would be exposed.

So she simply sat on his lap with her legs spread apart, a position that was incredibly shameful.

Owen didn't seem to mind, and kept pulling her into his arms. Caught off guard, Miss Granger pressed herself against him, her hands on his chest, her cheeks pressed tightly together, the clear sound of his heartbeat filling her ears. With each beat, Hermione felt her cheeks flush even more.

"Owen~" Hermione looked at Owen with her eyes flushed red and on the verge of tears.

They're too close.

"Shh!"

Seeing the girl's coy and hesitant gaze, Owen kissed her forehead, then reluctantly pulled his right hand away from her waist and gently rubbed her cheek.

So cute! (*▽*)

"Someone's coming." His breath brushed against her ear as he spoke.

As soon as Irving finished speaking, the footsteps in the bathroom became more and more obvious; judging from the sound, they were probably coming over.

The sudden turn of events startled Miss Granger, who had been about to say something, but now fell silent.

She clung stiffly to Owen like a frightened kitten, as if afraid someone would see them.

However, his eyes trembled as he curiously looked back.

Soon two figures came into her line of sight.

Miss Granger paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned to look at Owen.

Then she noticed that the boy looked rather unwell.

"This is the last time I'll help you."

The sound from outside made Hermione and Owen frown.

Because it was so familiar.

Ron, dressed in a black robe, was standing by the pool with a silver-haired girl. Owen and Hermione knew who she was without even having to guess.

This guy is bewitched.

"How do I open it?" Koyatl asked calmly, completely ignoring Ron, who stood to the side with a cold face and bloodshot eyes.

"I don't know," he said.

"Don't know? Or do you not want to tell me?" Koyatl turned around calmly. She was almost the same height as Ron, and their eyes met almost instantly.

"I don't know," Ron emphasized again. "Maybe Owen knows; he was in charge of designing the mechanism."

"Then go ask him." The girl's voice was unquestionable, even carrying a hint of command.

"I told you," Ron took a deep breath, then replied firmly, "this is the last time I'll help you."

"Unless you can clearly explain your relationship with the fairies roaming around the castle."

Koyatl seemed annoyed by Ron's words; clearly, this wasn't the first time they had discussed this topic.

However, as before, she gave Ron an answer he had already heard before.

"I have nothing to do with them."

"It doesn't matter?" Ron blurted out. "Then where did I get these wounds? And did you use a forgetting spell on me?"

"What exactly do you want to do!" he practically roared.

"I want to win the game." Koyatl remained as calm as ever, as if her face only had one expression. "As for the rest—" she suddenly turned to look at Ron, her right hand hidden in her long sleeve, "I think you know too much."

The next second, she drew her wand with lightning speed, intending to cast another spell on Ron.

"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"

"Armor for protection!"

Silver armor suddenly appeared on Ron's body, reflecting Koyatl's gray spell back at him.

She nimbly dodged it.

"Enticing the mind~"

Owen, having removed his invisibility cloak, gave Koyatl no chance to catch her breath. The moment after he cast the Armor Charm, the Legilimency Charm, capable of directly cracking open her head, roared out.

"Bang!"

A golden light flashed, and it was the spell that stopped.

She leaned unsteadily against the pool behind her, raising her wand with difficulty to deflect the sneak attack.

"Pretty quick reaction!" Owen said casually. "But I haven't been in a fight in a long time either."

As he spoke, his wand glowed faintly, and with a gentle flick, countless streams of black mist flowed from its tip.

In just an instant, the black mist, like ocean waves, filled the surrounding space.

Then the people trapped inside were unknowingly stripped away, as if everything had become distant.

Along with Ron's shouts behind him.

"Click—"

The next moment, Koyatl's wand suddenly burst forth with countless bolts of lightning. These purple-glowing lightning bolts, as thick as a forearm, swept towards Owen with a strong sense of oppression.

"Hmph." The wand, exhaling black mist, was held horizontally in front of him. A ball of silver light surged from the mist, completely blocking the lightning. Owen even reached out and held the wand against it, then swung it forward sharply, sending the lightning flying back unscathed.

"Ah~"

It was too fast. Both the speed at which Irving was able to return his lightning was too fast, and the speed at which he cast the spell was too fast.

Koyatl was struck in the arm by lightning before he could react, and shortly afterward, the smell of burning coals filled the air.

"I felt something was off about you from the first time I saw you."

Black mist gradually enveloped the entire bathroom, and soon everything—from the sink and walls to the marble floor tiles—disappeared.

Along with Irving, there was no sign of him, and the surroundings were plunged into eternal darkness.

Only his voice, which came from all directions from time to time, proved that Irving had not left.

"The magic surging within you is ancient magic, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Owen's head appeared in front of her from the shadows.

Instinctively, Koyatl immediately cast a spell, and raging flames erupted like the breath of a fire dragon.

"Ah~~~" The firelight did not tear through the darkness. It was as if someone had poured a little bit of other paint into the ink. The light only illuminated the path in front of them, without penetrating the sides at all.

The girl gritted her teeth, her expression twisted with a hint of ferocity as she looked around.

"What I love to see most is that expression on my face—wanting to kill me but unable to," Owen's abrupt voice drifted over.

Koyatl staggered, then waved his wand again.

Lightning flashed outwards from her center.

The mournful sound of thunder seemed endless, but unfortunately it had no effect.

After the flash of lightning, everything around her remained pitch black; all her efforts had been in vain.

"It looks like ancient magic, but it doesn't seem like it." Suddenly, Owen's head appeared behind Koyatl, and then her neck was suddenly pierced with pain, blood flowed out, and as if summoned by some kind of call, she floated in the air without gravity.

Then, little by little, the blood disappeared into the darkness.

"Get out of my way!" the girl shouted, waving her wand wildly. All the spells she knew were thrown out, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever on the black mist.

She staggered, then quickly chose a direction and started running.

The bathroom is only so big. As long as you can touch the wall, you can definitely find a way out by following the base of the wall.

That's what she thought, and that's what she did, but the surrounding noise didn't stop because of her movement. Instead, it kept babbling on and on, "It feels like someone diluted water in wine and then poured in some juice."

"The fruit juice flavor was so strong that it masked the taste of alcohol."

Irving's voice was ever-present, seemingly both in the distance and right before my eyes.

"If ancient magic is a gift from the gods, then the feeling you emanate from you is as if you were somehow separated from the gods—Queen Quetzalcoatl, is that right?"

"I'm curious how you did it. Or rather, how did the people behind you do it?" Owen said disdainfully. He appeared in front of Koyatl, or behind him, or perhaps to his left or right. In the darkness, it seemed that all the outlines of the black mist were his likeness.

"Get out of here!" This was the second time she had said that.

"I didn't expect you to answer, dear, so—Leechism!"

"Bang!"

It was like a flash of light.

The next moment, the dam broke, and the surging river overflowed.

Those are all her memories.

First her childhood, then her time in Iphamoni. Owen didn't care about her school life; if he could, he was more like a search engine, only searching for memories of ancient magic and fairies.

As for the rest, they are insignificant.

And just as Owen was relentlessly probing her memories inch by inch,

Suddenly, a power that shared the same origin as him shone within her spirit—it was the feathered serpent god, solely to stop him.

"Hmph—" Seeing this, Owen did not stop casting the spell. In fact, he was trying to force a breakthrough, but as his surging magic power poured into her mind, everything in her memory became more and more blurred. As time passed, more and more memories were sealed away, until finally, he could see nothing and gained nothing.

This was devastating for Koyatl.

Her spirit was almost numb from the pain under his overwhelming magic, and at a certain critical point, the pain suddenly intensified. In that instant, she was about to faint, but this was her spirit, so how could she "faint"?

She could only feel that she was about to die. She struggled in agony, trying to escape, trying to avoid his mental invasion, her own screams echoing all around her, and it was not over yet, as if it would continue, continue, continue forever.

It might be a second, an hour, or even longer.

In short, Irving was finally expelled from her mind.

The screams continued to echo. It took her a long time to realize that it was her own voice. Then the screams turned into weak sobs, as if her vocal cords were about to break.

"Depend on!"

Through the mist, Owen stared angrily at Koyatl, who was lying on the ground, convulsing in excruciating pain, sobbing constantly, and struggling to keep breathing.

"I did prepare a dowry for you!"

Just now, as he attempted to forcefully penetrate the depths of the girl's memory, the ancient magic within his body was unconsciously activated. Then, when his magic transformed into a spell and invaded her memory, it suddenly became uncontrollable.

Not all, but a part.

Quetzalcoatl used his power to erect an impenetrable memory defense for the girl, and even the ancient magical aura within her body became more intense.

"Damn it, what kind of nonsense is this! This is utter rubbish!"

Human memory is vast; he merely browsed through some of her memories of Iphamoni. Nothing of note.

I didn't see anything important.

Now, he could no longer break through the defenses built by his power.

If her consciousness is recklessly breached, the only result will be that her soul is reduced to dust under the pull between herself and Quetzalcoatl.

"I should have sent someone else!"

It was all the fault of ancient magic. If it had been any ordinary wizard, this would never have happened.

Irving was speechless.

At the corner of his eye, his gray eyes held an easily perceptible anger; perhaps he should just kill him outright.

Crazy thoughts churned in his mind. If it were before, he would have chopped such a threatening person into mincemeat and thrown into the sea long ago. But now—he had to consider Dumbledore's opinion of him, as well as his grandfather and Miss Granger.

"Tsk."

He looked down at the thief lying at his feet, feeling extremely annoyed but helpless.

Then he raised his wand high, and the surrounding thick black fog turned into illusion, then surged wildly toward the tip of his wand.

Meanwhile, Irving's figure continued to sink, disappearing into a thin layer of ice on the ground.

Then the world turned upside down, and the ice layer on the ground, which reflected the black mist, suddenly shattered, and our vision seemed to enter a mirror world within the ice.

Everything then returned to normal.

The washroom, it's still the same washroom.

The pool, the cubicles, the ceiling—nothing has changed.

What Koyatl just saw was merely a reflection of the world in the mirror.

The moment Irving stepped out of the cubicle, the illusion spell was activated.

"Oh my God!" Miss Granger was the first to rush over.

She was faster than Ron.

She ran to Koyatl's side in an instant.

The girl lay on the ground, her eyes open silently, as if she were dead. If it weren't for her rising and falling chest and her warm body, no one would have thought she was still alive.

"What did you do, Owen?" Hermione picked up Koyatl and shook her head, but the girl didn't react.

"Capturing thoughts and ideas."

"You brutally invaded her memory?"

"Yes, but it failed," Irving replied calmly.

"How could you—" Miss Granger suddenly stopped. She wanted to scold Owen, but the thought of Koyatl possibly being in league with the goblins, and the latter having tried to attack her, made Hermione unable to utter the words of rebuke. Yet she was also very angry, especially seeing the girl in her arms almost dying. He shouldn't have treated this girl like that.

(End of this chapter)