I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 351 First Encounter with the Gods—After the Battle, the Search

"We now know the location of the Death Eaters' secret stronghold on the island."

No sooner had Owen Apparated into the camp than Sirius found him, looking excited and eager, saying, "This morning, when we were questioning the giants of the Volcano Clan, one of them, who had previously been in contact with Death Eaters, told us that their stronghold is in a valley on the north side of the island."

"The bottom of the valley? To the north?" Irving asked as he returned to the tent with Sirius.

While holding Sirocco, she stroked his fur.

He frowned slightly; he had just headed north to search. He had initially thought that the furnace creatures, who were destroying life everywhere and leaving their traces all over the land, would be easy to find.

But in reality, those traces disappeared very quickly. It was as if someone had erased their tracks.

Then, without any sense of direction, Irving wandered aimlessly around, hoping to strike it rich, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed.

Looking back now, it seems the Death Eaters must have concealed the location where the Portkey was hidden, perhaps with a Disillusionment Charm or some other spell, in any case, to obscure his view.

And his perception?

This is unusual; being able to shield his senses is definitely not a simple matter.

It seems there's more to this Sky Island than meets the eye!

"Yes." He breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems our mission is finally coming to an end."

If we can find that door key and destroy it, we can probably solve all of this.

That's what he thought.

"After lunch, we'll go take a look," he said.

"Where are we?" Owen sat on the sofa. The corpse of the Godskin Messenger on the floor was gone. Sirius Black must have taken it back to Hogwarts and given it to Dumbledore for research.

"Hmph—you are!" he said bluntly. "Bring your cat with you; I can't Apparate on this island."

"Huh? I thought it was something else! Couldn't you just borrow Harry's Firebolt and fly there yourself?"

"So are you going or not!" Sirius asked, somewhat embarrassed and angry, glaring at him.

"Go—why not? I love going to things that are dangerous and could cost me my life."

"What did you say?"

"Me? I'm making your conscience bother you. By the way, have you succeeded?"

"You brat!" The Godfather Dog instantly bristled. He really wanted to beat this kid up. If it weren't for the possibility that he might not be able to win and that it would be very embarrassing, he would have already pulled out his wand and charged at him.

"(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~"

As they spoke, the others gradually returned to their tents.

The three little ones, along with Mrs. Maxim and Professor Lupin.

Hagrid seems to still be with his mother, while Moody and Kingsley—their interrogation continues. It's not a quick process for the dozen or so Titans of the Volcano Tribe to interrogate each one.

Lunch on the Isle of Skye was exactly the same as at Hogwarts; it was probably made by the elves, but Sirius brought it here.

"Owen," Hermione called out to him.

"What's wrong?"

He turned his head and saw Hermione looking troubled, as if she had something difficult to say.

"Most of the land here has been destroyed; the giants' fields and the animals in the forests have almost all died."

"You want them to move?" Irving asked bluntly.

"That's right. They're all injured right now, so it's impossible for them to seize other tribes' territories. I've heard that the Volcano Tribe's territory is a living hell. If we let this go, they'll only end up being swallowed up by other tribes. Even if they can barely resist the invasion of other tribes, without land and food, are we supposed to keep feeding them forever?"

"Hmm—that makes sense." Owen took a bite of the pork floss pastry.

Why did Sirius Black, that idiot, bring Hermione along?

If she knew that this island was the prison the wizard used to imprison giants, she would definitely take action.

Unlike the elves, his attitude towards the giants was simple—to maintain the status quo.

The elves have been on the wizard's side for hundreds of years.

Dobby, for example, even after gaining his freedom, still held wizards in high regard, except for the dark wizards.

But giants are different; they are outright enemies of wizards, and this hostility has continued to this day. Decades ago, they even clashed with wizards.

Wizards would never accept such a race returning to the magical world.

"But you should know that giants are still hostile to wizards. Decades ago, they even fought a war with wizards."

"I know, I never said I wanted to liberate the giants." Miss Granger winked at him. "We can try to win over a group of them first. Hagrid is going to take his mother back to the Forbidden Forest, isn't he? I think this is a good direction. This way, we can effectively divide the giant tribes."

"Pull out a batch, suppress a batch, beat a batch." Irving then took a sip of broth, thought for a moment, and ate a bite of salad.

Miss Granger has grown up!

This is indeed a solution. Without completely wiping out the race, dividing and suppressing them is the most correct and benevolent approach.

The problem is that this method is too time-consuming and requires a huge organization to manage it.

It's not something Hermione can just decide on a whim.

How to manage the giants after they have been relocated to the Forbidden Forest?

Who will manage it?

Will the centaur tribes in the Forbidden Forest welcome them?

Are there any other magical creatures?

If these problems are not resolved, relocating rashly will only create disaster.

"However, this requires careful consideration." After a moment's thought, Owen turned to look at Hermione.

"Hmm—the supplies Sirius brought should last them for a while, so there's no need to rush." ​​Hermione didn't intend to convince everyone immediately; she was just offering a suggestion to let everyone know that they had this option.

Don't think of things in the worst possible light.

"Owen," Harry suddenly spoke up, wanting to discuss something with him.

He looked up at Irving.

Then I saw Owen reaching out to brush away a strand of hair that had accidentally gotten stuck to Hermione's lips while she was eating.

Suddenly, Harry wanted to go back to the castle—if tomorrow was the day he would die, then his wish today would definitely be to find a girl to date!

Ahem—Harry, snapping out of his daze, remembered what he was about to say.

"That Irving—there's someone else next to him!" he said.

"Tch, what's wrong with someone?" Owen glared at him. "Look at you, and some other wizard, are you planning to let your family line die out at your age?"

Looking at the number of wizards, it has been steadily declining year after year. It is estimated that wizards will become extinct in a hundred or two hundred years.

"Hmph—you'll see then that all the credit I'm getting now is for the sake of all wizards!"

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table suddenly looked somewhat embarrassed.

Except for Hermione, whose face flushed slightly.

As for the others, let's not even mention Harry Ron. Sirius, Lupin, and Mrs. Maxim are all older singles. Although Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid are getting close, it's just a flirtatious relationship. Neither of them has confessed their feelings, and neither of them has confirmed the other's thoughts.

As for Sirius Black and Professor Lupin...

One who loves Harry's dad.

One person wanted to live out their life alone because of their identity.

In short, none of these people have any plans to get married at present, or even in the next few years.

"Ahem—" Professor Lu Ping coughed awkwardly, then lowered his head and began to eat his lunch.

As for Sirius—he doesn't care, since he has no intention of getting married anyway.

It didn't exist before, and it doesn't exist now.

Besides, we're currently in the midst of the Second Wizarding War. He has even less reason to think about such things.

It's strange, really. Wizards are supposed to be long-lived, with an average wizard's lifespan of 250 years. Logically, a long-lived species that goes into heat 365 days a year shouldn't have a small population.

But now, wizards are getting married at nineteen or twenty and having children in their early twenties, yet the population still can't increase. It's really strange.

Is magic simply the urbanization of wizards?

Is it the best contraceptive?

"Uh—" Harry, who was about to say something, was once again led astray by Owen. He turned his head and looked his godfather up and down with his bright green eyes.

Yes—Sirius doesn't plan to get married?

If he has children—could I be their godfather?

Okay, it's a bit messy, but that's okay, he and Sirius can each talk their own thing.

Then Harry looked at Professor Lupin.

Professor Lu Ping seems to have been doing well in the past year; his clothes and complexion are always very clean and tidy, but he is still single.

Hiss—wait a minute, suddenly, Harry felt he might have touched the threshold of some forbidden realm, thanks to Owen's earnest teachings and the cautionary tale of a certain headmaster.

Sirius Black and Professor Lupin do not.

Impossible, impossible! He knew Sirius very well; he was a straightforward person, someone who loved and hated intensely. If he truly harbored any ill intentions, his daily behavior would surely reveal them.

Could it be Professor Lu Ping's unrequited love?

Wow—that's actually quite possible.

Harry's eyes lit up; his two favorite professors were together. How wonderful!

Harry Potter's gaze grew increasingly strange, and his smile became more and more blatant.

Sirius and Lupin felt goosebumps all over their bodies and a chill run down their spines from head to toe under his gaze.

Harry's smile at his aunt naturally caught Owen's attention.

Clever as he was, he quickly figured out what kind of lewd things were going on in Harry's head.

No need to guess—his soul must have been corrupted by the magazines produced by some evil female fangirl organization in the castle, otherwise how could Harry understand so many things?

I wonder if Hermione saw it—ugh, that's disgusting! Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!

"By the way, what did you call me for?" He glanced at Harry, clearly disgusted by Harry Potter's lecherous stare.

Especially when he was staring at two big men.

"Look—you're still staring at her. Stop staring, can't you see she's blushing and shy?"

Irving added fuel to the fire.

"Um—" Like a thief caught stealing, Harry quickly averted his gaze, his smile turning awkward.

Then he calmly nodded, coughed lightly, and said, "Actually, I just want to learn some spells from you."

It's the kind of spell you cast yesterday.

"I want to learn too!" Ron raised his hand, completely unaware of Harry's little scheme.

He had been eating dry rice the whole time.

Upon hearing that Harry wanted to learn magic, he immediately stopped eating.

Yesterday, Irving rode a dragon, summoning the stars, connecting the earth, and triggering a volcanic eruption. His figure and magic were like those of a god.

He's incredibly handsome.

Although Hermione is also quite capable, and she can unleash powerful Origin Magic when dealing with the Prestige Legion, Hermione's magic, in terms of both coverage and power, is not as strong as Owen's spells.

That kind of earth-shattering, star-shifting, moon-changing elegance—which wizard wouldn't envy it?

As long as one holds a magic wand, no one doesn't wish they could also split mountains with a wave of their hand, cleave seas with a lift, and roam freely across the four realms.

That's the ultimate romance that belongs only to wizards!

"Want to learn? Sure! Just pay me!"

"Um—how much do you want?" Harry asked cautiously, having anticipated Owen's response. His savings were already running out, and his wealth had shrunk considerably in just four years.

I really don't know if I can hold on until I become an adult.

As for Sirius Black, Harry knew about the Black family's wealth; Owen had told him about it. Harry believed that if he asked for it, Sirius would definitely give him a large sum of Galleons without asking any questions, and he might even give him all of his wealth.

But he definitely can't accept it. He's not Malfoy; he'll work hard to earn money and support himself in the future.

"How much?" Irving raised an eyebrow. "It will definitely be a reasonable price."

First, you need to understand what Origin Magic is.

Origin, as the name suggests, is magic used to explore the earliest form of magic. For example, the three great star-gazing spells were invented by wizards through observing planets.

The five major calamity-related spells were invented in response to natural disasters.

This type of magic is far more powerful than Professor Durmstrang's war magic.

"Such powerful magic, how much do you think I should charge you for such a spell?" Owen spread his hands, a pained expression on his face. "How about this: five hundred Galleons per spell!"

"five hundred?"

"Hey, don't complain about the price," Owen continued. "This is one of a kind in the magical world. If you think it's too expensive, I think it's too expensive too."

Do you know how high my development costs are, and how high my sunk costs are!

"Hey—five hundred Galleons, and no discount! You need to study Miss Zhang's psychology. You're already behind the times, you know that?" Owen's seductive voice rang in Harry's ears. "Girls all love romance. With one spell, you can make shooting stars fall from the sky. How romantic!"

Do you know Cedric from our college?

They are warriors, and they have shone brightly this semester. Even though they did not win in the end, they still made a lot of noise.

"You need to catch up now, so charging you five hundred is really not expensive."

Irving rambled on and on. From his dating experience to the psychology of girls, he spoke with such conviction that someone who didn't know him might actually believe him.

Of the two, Ron was the first to cover his ears.

I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense.

Five hundred Galleons? Why don't you just rob someone?!

"Five hundred Galleons! Why don't you just rob someone?!"

yeah?

"I didn't say anything?" Ron was taken aback, then turned to look at Sirius, who was glaring at Irving.

"Rob? You can't rob that fast! Humph! No wonder you can't find a girlfriend. You won't even spend five hundred dollars on a curse. I bet Tom would be more than willing to pay that!"

"What, you want to join the Death Eaters?" Sirius's face hardened, then he looked at him with a half-smile, his cheeks trembling with anger.

"Who would join the Death Eaters? It's such a dead end! I'm going to start a war consulting company and profit from both! I'll sell curses as weapons! Haha! I'm sure I'll make a fortune!"

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Owen's grand ambitions immediately attracted the attention of the wizards present, though the gazes he cast were not very friendly.

The way he looked at me was like I was looking at poisonous seedlings, like I was talking about a rat dropping.

Well, in the end, Miss Granger just couldn't stand the strange looks anymore.

She glared at Owen, then whispered to Harry and Ron, "I think we could start a study group and set aside time to learn magic together."

"Hey—how can you do this? You're just giving away money for free!" Irving immediately became unhappy.

However, Hermione didn't indulge him and continued, "These spells can all be given to you."

"Oh my god! Hermione, you're an angel!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"That's right, compared to some stingy person, you're really generous!"

"Weasley, what did you say!" Owen looked at him. "Is your leather strap loose? Should I tighten it for you?"

A stingy person immediately jumped out.

The four little ones started chattering again.

Until the lunch was over.

The death and sadness that filled the tent vanished, replaced by joy.

It's strange—whenever Irving is around, happiness is always there with me.

It's as if they'll never leave.

In the afternoon, everyone resumed their respective work.

Work that stems from good intentions.

After a brief preparation, Sirius and Owen set off together to find the possible door key.

After several phantom shifts.

They left the gathering place of the British giants.

The surrounding elevation is still rising, and the temperature is still dropping.

The giants that reappeared on both sides were mostly from the Nordic region, and they were more resistant to the cold than the British giants.

In the distance, a majestic mountain range blocked their path.

The endless mountain slopes, with their southern side covered in lush pine trees.

Irving had been here that morning, and after seeing this green forest, he went elsewhere.

After all, if there were furnace life forms here, how could there be a forest in front of us?

"It's just ahead." Sirius and Owen stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing up at the endless mountain range in the distance.

"The giants of the Volcano tribe say that those messengers of the gods came out from these long mountains."

(End of this chapter)