I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 376 Your husband is a bit of a tiger!

The streets of Egypt are much more prosperous than those of London.

After all, this was once the land where magic shone brightest.

It is the birthplace of magic.

African witchcraft, European magic, and Asian sorcerers converged here, making the birth of a great civilization inevitable. Many modern spells originated here, which has historical roots.

Unlike Diagon Alley, which is narrow, crowded, and has crooked buildings, Egypt's streets showcase the face of the civilized world.

The ground is made of limestone with a small portion of granite.

Straight as an arrow, the street is about fifteen feet wide on both sides. On both sides are rows of stone pillars painted with portraits of various Egyptian figures, spaced ten feet apart. The pillars support the outward-extending eaves of the two rows of houses, creating a shady corridor about four feet wide for pedestrians.

The sun in Egypt is nothing like the sun in London or Scotland.

When things get really vicious, even a wizard can get heatstroke.

Therefore, their buildings all have such eaves, some made of stone, and some made of hemp or cloth.

All the shops are very well-organized, and behind the semi-circular doors, all sorts of novelties are right in front of you.

There were many people coming and going in the market.

Although the number of wizards from Europe has decreased relatively this year, the number of wizards from the African interior is not much less than in previous years, and there are even more.

I heard this is related to the undead disaster that has broken out in some inland countries.

This is nothing serious.

Incarnation-type magic is very popular in Africa, and the Ministry of Magic here doesn't really care about wizards making incarnations. As long as wizards don't kill Muggles, they have no interest in how the corpses come about.

Every year, in some places, a few or even a dozen undead go berserk due to magic going out of control. However, because there are few people in the African interior, and even few Muggles, these undead do not cause much harm.

However, I heard that this time it seems to be more serious.

Neferpire walked through the streets, his amber eyes scanning the people around him, his thoughts drifting to some recent reports in the magic newspaper.

A moment later, she shook her head, putting all these things out of her mind.

Well, let Dad and the others worry about these troublesome things.

She should cherish what she has in front of her.

With this thought in mind, Nefertori's pace immediately became much lighter.

She knew this street, the stalls and shops on both sides, all too well.

She knew exactly what was needed there.

"Elegant Wizard Clothing Store." In the sunlight, Neferpitou finally stopped outside a shop with huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

She stood still, looked up, and gazed at the flashy clothes behind the pink shop window.

Elegance is one of the few chain clothing stores in the wizarding world, with branches in many cities. In addition to traditional robes, they sell a wide variety of novel clothing.

What is considered novel—is probably something that is twenty or thirty years behind Muggle fashion.

"Let's come with Hermione!" She hesitated at the door for a long time, then said in a deep voice before retracting her foot and heading to the next room.

Neferpitou naturally knew Hermione's size, but when it comes to buying clothes—it's always best to try them on in person.

And—when trying on clothes—you'll definitely have to be completely naked, then…

The girl blushed slightly, but her thoughts still drifted to certain unspeakable scenes.

A certain restlessness arose in her heart, and then Neferpitou ran happily toward the next door—a jewelry store—called the House of Immortality, which sounded a bit strange, but it was actually a magical item store.

It is famous for selling all sorts of novel magical gems.

This is an Egyptian magic that infuses gemstones with dazzling brilliance. Gemstones produced in this way not only shine brilliantly, forever showcasing the wizard's magnificent artwork, but also possess certain magical protective properties, such as dust removal and simple fire protection. There are many variations, depending on how much money you can afford.

"bite--"

"Welcome." The doorbell rang, and Nefertory walked straight in.

Before the voluptuous Egyptian shopkeeper could speak, her clear voice rang out, "How much is this?"

Nefertir held a huge sapphire brooch in his hands.

The Milky Way is hidden in the gemstone.

"Thirty gold coins," the female shopkeeper said, quoting an exaggerated amount.

Nefertir didn't even raise her head. She simply took out a few dozen gold coins from her pocket, said nothing, and turned to walk out of the shop.

The female shopkeeper murmured as she took the dozens of gold coins. She loved customers who would come in and immediately ask about the price of a specific item.

Because they generally don't haggle.

As Nefertie left the shop, she glared back at it—hmm—she needed to tell her father that there were so many unscrupulous shops in the neighborhood.

Let him close down for a few days.

Afterwards, she bought some more fruit and returned to the hotel with light steps.

"Hermione—let's go shopping for clothes. I'll recommend some traditional Egyptian clothing to you. If your friend wakes up, take her with you."

The two people, who were still embracing in the room, were suddenly startled.

The clear voice from outside the door came too quickly.

Of course, it's also possible that they're too obsessed.

In short, it was accompanied by the sound of the bag hitting the ground with a 'bang'.

A certain girl's heart—also sank heavily to the ground.

"You—" Nefertir said.

Suddenly—the Egyptian girl was branded a loser, and her eyes lost their sparkle.

Feeling wronged, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally, large tears fell.

The sudden noise startled Hermione, who quickly fled from Owen's embrace. When she looked towards the door and saw Neferpitou, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She wasn't an outsider—and although it was a little embarrassing to think that way, but—she and Owen were boyfriend and girlfriend—it didn't seem like there was anything shameful about it.

However—Hermione rubbed her head in frustration, why—why had she forgotten to close the door after so much time had passed?

"Um—" Miss Granger blushed and pointed at Owen, not having had a chance to introduce Owen to Nefertari.

"He is—" Hermione hadn't finished speaking when she saw Neferpitou suddenly turn around and run away.

A few tear streaks still slid down in the air.

Like a crystal-clear pearl.

Seeing this—Hermione was already extremely embarrassed, and she didn't dare to meet Owen's teasing gaze any longer. She said in a trembling voice, "I—I'll go explain to her."

After saying that, she hurriedly fled the place and followed them out.

Suddenly, Irving was all alone in the huge room.

"Hey—what's going on here!" He rubbed his head.

The weather is so nice, why are there so many light bulbs?

If there weren't so many people, I could have done it myself today.

Speaking of which, the minimum marriage age in the UK is 16, and he will be 16 after his birthday next year.

Miss Granger will turn sixteen on her birthday this September 19th.

Tsk—thinking about it, Hermione is actually a year older than him.

Well, it's all because of her awkward birth time. Wizards born after September can only enter the academy the following year, so Hermione is a year older than other wizards of the same age.

Could this be one of the reasons she takes a leadership position in the trio?

Well, never mind.

The thought that he would have to wait another year made Irving feel annoyed.

My fingers instinctively reached into my pocket.

It was only then that he realized this was not the garment he was wearing when he fell into the water.

That item was probably dissolved long ago.

Owen then looked around the room but didn't find his wand or any packages.

No way—a bad feeling crept into his heart.

Did Sirocco and the others not escape?

For some reason, Owen felt a little sad, even though those two old men could only help him a few times a year, and he was out wandering around for 360 out of 365 days.

This summer, he spent time with those two guys, which was the longest they had spent together.

"Sigh—" he sighed.

Who could have imagined that this journey would be their last adventure?

With a wave of its hand, the intricate magic spell dissipated, it closed the window, made the bed, and even conjured up a pair of shoes for itself.

Irving doesn't like wearing the costume created by the Transformation Charm.

First of all—it felt like running naked.

Especially for someone like him who is particularly sensitive to magical perception.

Secondly—although with his ancient magical transformation abilities, items could remain in their original state even after his death, which could take hundreds or thousands of years,—clothing woven with magic is still clothing woven with magic. No matter how long it lasts, a simple revert to its original form with a spell to reveal its true form or a spell to stop it.

The Manifestation Spell is the one he—they use most frequently.

He didn't want Justin, Harry, and the others to accidentally cast a Prototype Charm while they were exploring some place, leaving him completely naked!

After tidying up my clothes, I simply braided and tied the remaining strands of hair in my mind.

Irving also left the room.

However, it's still fine for emergency use.

Transfiguration—it's really convenient.

This hotel is really big.

It was square, with layers like a pyramid, and it wasn't until Owen reached the center and took the elevator down that he could see exactly how many floors the hotel had.

Twenty-seventh floor.

Seven of the floors are underground, while the rest are above ground.

This is when it's time to routinely criticize London hotels.

The Leaky Cauldron was not as dirty, messy, and bizarre as it was portrayed in the movie.

Unlike the dimly lit and shabby bar, the upstairs rooms were surprisingly clean and comfortable. A beautiful wooden staircase led upstairs, and each room door had a brass number on it. The beds looked very comfortable, and the oak furniture gleamed.

But—I'm afraid of comparisons.

Compared to this comprehensive hotel that offers food, lodging, and transportation, the Leaky Cauldron bar seems extremely shabby.

"Ding!" The elevator doors slowly opened.

The golden fence automatically moved aside.

These elevators from the last century are only still used by wizards.

Irving stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby.

There are quite a few wizards here, and the place is bustling with noise.

The air was filled with the aroma of delicious food.

Following Ms. Hufflepuff's directions, Owen easily found the restaurant.

"Alas--"

He had no idea how long it had been since he had eaten.

Having just woken up, I didn't have any specific feelings yet. Then I bumped into Hermione, and I completely forgot about eating.

After taking a few steps, it was as if he had applied lubricant to the machine, and suddenly the stomach machine started working, and he felt hungry.

The restaurant is divided into individual cubicles, with only the central aisle area being unobstructed.

Irving moved with difficulty, searching for an empty space.

"Wow—so fast?"

A mocking voice rang out.

Irving knew whose voice it was without even turning his head.

Which frivolous man is it!

Sure enough, when he turned his head, the guy was in the cubicle to his right.

They relentlessly devoured the delicious food on the table.

"Fast? What's fast?" Overwhelmed by hunger, the brain lacked the necessary sugar. The stomach was like a high-speed train running at full speed, while the mind was like the last steam train of an era coming to an end.

It's very slow and there's even a risk of it getting stuck.

Until he sat down directly opposite Merlin.

Only then did certain gears in my head slowly begin to turn.

"Damn it! Who are you calling fast? You're the one who's fast!"

Enraged, Irving yelled, "I haven't even started yet!"

He said, "You bastard—you definitely left the door open on purpose, didn't you? You probably already 'saw' someone coming in and bothering you, didn't you!"

"Oh dear, how could Brother Merlin do such a thing? Brother Merlin is just worried that you are still young, and if you have offspring at this age, it will be very harmful to your health."

"As expected—as expected, you could 'see' it, right!" Owen said angrily. "Prophecy is the worst! Isn't this like seeing the script beforehand? And being able to use it casually is practically cheating!"

"Well, well—it's not really for everyday use!" Merlin said. "I'll only 'watch' a little bit when something really interesting happens. If I 'watch' too much, wouldn't that take away the fun?"

"A tiny bit, right!" Irving glared at him. "You're eating my food, you peeping tom!"

After saying that, he picked up a kebab and took a bite.

Hmm—a strong Ming Dynasty flavor.

The taste isn't exactly similar—it's more like it was taught by the same master, and it's impossible to break through the defenses.

Egyptian cuisine is indeed different from the English and French cuisine that Owen had eaten.

In short, it's more rustic, with fried meatballs, Egyptian roast chicken, roast pigeon, and the like—something that would never be served at a dinner party at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hogwarts doesn't serve roast pigeon; they just serve pork, lamb, fish, and beef.

As for the taste of this meal, which I couldn't tell was either lunch or dinner—it was alright!

He had a wide variety of tastes in Hufflepuff and didn't find anything he couldn't get used to.

After a hearty meal...

Having finally filled their stomachs, the two were able to sit down in peace and continue their conversation, which had been interrupted by Hermione.

After a moment of silence, Boss Mei let out a long breath and broke the silence first. He touched his lips, his bright eyes fixed on Owen, and said, "Alright—alright—you can continue to ask me questions."

While I usually gloss over the troublesome matters of human development and guidance with lies and silence, today I will honestly answer your questions. Come on, ask me whatever you want!

Of course—if you don't say a word, that's also an option, and for me, it would be great if you could do that.

Owen frowned, pushing his plate aside to make room. He leaned back, crossing his arms in a gesture of subservience. "You were the one who made me surrender when I was fighting that other consciousness, weren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Boss Mei picked up a glass of Stella beer and downed it. Then, he rested his right hand on his chin, looking thoughtful, before nodding. "Although your expression is somewhat ambiguous, but—well—it is indeed the correct one."

Why?

"Allah Allah—there is some kind of inner connection between you and the Outer Gods."

"Am I one of its Horcruxes? Like Harry Potter? Or his human body?" Owen asked, posing the three fundamental questions.

"Oh dear—it's too small, too limited in scope!" Boss Mei waved his hand, and the wine glass automatically filled with red liquid. He preferred this wine to beer. "You are the Outer God."

The part of the divine essence whose body was destroyed by Muggles is merely a biological instinct to return to the embrace of the supreme will, which is your body—isn't it stupid to fight with yourself?

"Tch—what a cliché truth. If I just commit suicide right now, will everything be over?" Owen raised an eyebrow and said dismissively.

"oh?

Please begin your performance. Reincarnation is a skill, and you have to master the timing.

"But—before you're reincarnated, could you pay the bill? I didn't bring any money!" Grand Master Merlin said, resting his cheek on his left hand and waving his right hand casually.

"You idiot—" Owen rolled his eyes at him. "We're talking about serious stuff! And—I'm broke! I even lost my wand, where did I get the money?"

"No money—" Archmage Merlin rested his chin on his hand, his purple eyes scanning Owen up and down.

Especially his long silver hair and emerald green eyes.

His face was also exaggeratedly beautiful, and he no longer showed any trace of kinship. His once full lips had disappeared.

He seems to be pushing the limits of all optimization for the human species, both in appearance and physique.

"Oh my, you look so beautiful!" Boss Mei's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If you dress up properly, you'll definitely be as beautiful as a flower. I'll talk to the shop owner and have you wear a maid outfit and stand at the door as a greeter. That would definitely attract a huge number of customers, and then—I could even make a fortune from it."

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"Now I finally understand why everyone at the Round Table wants to kill you, you really deserve a beating!" Owen's forehead veins throbbed as he silently picked up a wine glass from the table, and with a slight squeeze of his palm, crushed it to pieces.

"Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag? I really want to give you a good beating with military-style boxing!"

"Hmm. Then I'll accept this as a compliment."

"Holy crap—you're a real scoundrel, aren't you?!"

"Oh? What's that—is it tasty?"

"Eat, eat, eat—are you a wine-and-meat wizard?" Owen, his temper flaring, roared, "Look at your flashy clothes, your affected manner, and your useless wand. You don't look like a great wizard at all."

You really are a fraudster.

Owen, who was getting angrier the more he talked, muttered to himself, just as he saw a group of wizards walking towards them in the distance.

Those guys had a bureaucratic air about them; they were probably employees of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic or even Aurors.

Judging from the bustling and lively atmosphere here, it must be mealtime, and they've come to eat.

Seeing this, Owen, a plan forming in his mind, suddenly stood up, stretched out his hands, and shouted in that direction, "Gentlemen, help! Come quick—there's a scoundrel over here—oh, no—a child trafficker is kidnapping a young wizard!"

Irving's loud shouts successfully alerted the group of men in black robes.

They walked over with furrowed brows.

"Hello, what's going on?" The leader of the wizards spoke with a thick African accent, and Owen almost couldn't understand what he was saying.

"It's him—" Owen raised his little hand and pointed at Merlin. "This guy kidnapped young wizards! He tricked me into coming all the way from England."

"Ara ara," Merlin said, rubbing his head as if in distress, then took out his withered wooden wand and hooked it around Owen's shoulder.

At that moment, Irving suddenly felt as if he had gained weight.

"Oh—how could my dear daughter say such a thing? Gentlemen, I just had a little disagreement with her, and she's throwing a tantrum."

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Overwhelmed with rage, Owen reached out and knocked Merlin's wand away.

"Go to hell! Who's your daughter? I'll pull down my pants and slap you in the face, you hear me?!"

"Oh—look." Boss Mei pointed to himself with a bitter expression, then reached out and ruffled Owen's hair.

After being mercilessly slapped away by Irving, he shrugged and said, "I've spoiled them all. I understand, gentlemen—I understand, it's not easy for a young father to raise a child."

"I completely understand how you feel." The leading Auror glanced at Owen—especially at her budding breasts and the two of them sharing the same hair color and at least a 70-80% resemblance in their faces—before smiling and saying, "Raising a daughter always makes you want to give her the best, and you can spoil her without even realizing it—my girl hasn't been home for a month since she came home from school on break, ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh, I heard Muggles call this what? Rebellious phase, I think. I think that's very true."

"What the hell—are you blind?!" Owen, who was patting his chest, intending to be frank and reveal his gender, suddenly froze.

Ok?

What's with this warm and smooth feel?!

And his voice—which was already androgynous, now it's practically a woman's voice.

In an instant, he realized that the person sitting in front of him was a legendary great magician, and casting illusions and magic spells would be a piece of cake for him.

"Damn you, Lin! I'll take you down with me!" With that, Owen jumped up and clenched his fist, ready to smash the villain's face.

(End of this chapter)