I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 377 You're in trouble again, Miss Granger!

"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.

However—how could a kid of a dozen years old compare to an old baby of over a thousand years? The great magician, Boss Mei, was even faster. He pressed down on Owen's hand with an incredible angle and speed, dissipating all the immense force in his hand.

Then he pulled her into his arms, looked up and said in a lazy voice, "You flatter me, you flatter me."

The Ministry of Magic official's cheeks twitched slightly, and he said with an embarrassed expression, "Ahem—your son—is a bit too wild; he needs more discipline."

"Hmm—I just happened to have that idea." Boss Mei glanced down at Owen, then said meaningfully.

"That's settled then. Have fun." With that, the Auror-looking man and his men prepared to leave.

Just then, a clear voice called out from another corner of the corridor, "Dad—"

The Auror stopped in his tracks. "Nefertir? What are you doing here?"

The Egyptian girl came running over, saying, "I'm here."

Her face flushed; he was pursuing a girl.

She had seen the painting a few weeks ago in Egypt's Al-Modern Wizard newspaper, depicting a girl riding a silver dragon and holding stars in her hands.

A figure took up residence in her heart.

A figure that has lingered for weeks.

Just as she opened her mouth, ready to tell her father that Miss Granger was here.

However, he unexpectedly glanced in Merlin's direction.

Of course—mainly concerning Kyrie Irving.

He was swaggering and reaching out, trying to slap Merlin across the face.

Looking at his chest, the way it rose and fell.

"Hey—you guys are here too?" Hermione arrived late.

Then she saw Nefertory suddenly turn to look at her, her eyes brimming with tears, and say in a heartbroken voice, "She's clearly a girl! You lied to me."

"That means we can't be together anymore."

After saying this, she shed another string of hot tears and fled the place.

"???"

Truly—the entire tavern fell silent.

All eyes were on Miss Granger, who had arrived late.

Even Irving was stunned; the hand that had been slapping Merlin across the face was now suspended in mid-air.

Wait a minute—that last sentence contained a lot of information, and most people wouldn't understand it at all.

Irving didn't understand either.

But he knew.

"Miss Granger—what misdeeds have you committed again?"

"Ara ara—I think I heard something heartbreaking!"

Boss Mei grinned wickedly at the Aoruo.

Suddenly, the roles of offense and defense shifted.

The little tiger girl in his arms seemed much more normal.

On the other side, Mr. Auror's expression was extremely interesting; he experienced the highs and lows of life in just a few seconds.

Right now—I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

The gazes of those around him were like whips lashing at him, a pain, a soul-wrenching pain, lashing at him.

Finally, the old father couldn't take it anymore. He ran wildly in the direction his daughter had left, ignoring even his subordinates behind him.

Miss Granger was even more embarrassed in the hallway.

Her head was buzzing, and she didn't even notice anything unusual about Owen's body. She turned around, wanting to go back to her room—back to the airport—back to England!

She could no longer stay in this country; she had to move to another place.

"Wait—don't go, Granger!" Owen broke free from Merlin's grasp, stood up, and sprang forward, grabbing Hermione's arm. "Give him some money—or else," he pointed at Merlin, "he'll be stuck washing dishes."

"Huh?" Hermione, who had already turned her head, turned back again. "Oh! I forgot."

As she spoke, Hermione seemed to suddenly remember something, quickly took off the small pouch from her waist, and handed it to Owen. "Your things are all here. Bakal and Sirocco found them in the sea and brought them back with you."

"Oh—those two little guys aren't dead." Owen happily took the package.

Yes, yes—the wand, potions, materials, his collectibles, alchemy tools, and daily necessities are all there, nothing is missing.

"Meow!"

I sensed a familiar magical energy emanating from within.

Sirocco and Bakal, heads held high, emerged from the package.

"Bear Big and Bear Two, you're both still alive! It's so good that you're alive."

The two little animals immediately snuggled into his arms, rubbing against his chest.

Huh—the texture is wrong?

"Meow?" Sirocco silently raised his head and stared at Owen's face—that's right! It's him, the cat master!

Have you gained weight recently?

"Damn it, get the spell off already!" Owen kicked Boss Mei in the ankle. He felt nothing, like kicking thin air.

"Oh my gosh—don't you think it's cute?"

"Cute my foot! Hurry up!" he yelled again.

"Honestly, you have absolutely no sense of humor." With that, the high priest raised his hand, blew on him, and said, "Transform!"

Then, the boy, who had shrunk like a balloon, regained his former glory.

"Oh—" Owen quickly patted his chest. Hmm—very straight, very good.

Yay! I, Sanchez, am back!

Next—it's time to have some fun!

Last semester, he promised Hermione he would take her to Egypt for a summer vacation, but this happened halfway through. However, the ending was still good—although the journey was bumpy, they still made it, didn't they?

But by the time he came to his senses, Miss Granger had already disappeared into a crack in the ground, vanishing without a trace.

Well, it seems Hermione's troubles won't be over for several days.

Irving ignored Merlin, that scoundrel, and walked straight out of the hotel.

Let's go see Miss Granger after she's finished dealing with her troubles!

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The wizarding districts of Egypt are very spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters everywhere. Sculptures and ancient Arabic inscriptions are visible all over the place.

It is full of exotic charm.

The streets are lined with shops selling fragments of ancient relics, which is considered an advantage of the area.

However, don't buy these things randomly. Like gambling on jade, you don't know what you're actually buying. Maybe those bottles and jars contain some evil monster or some kind of treasure. Or maybe it's both, or more likely, just a pile of scrap metal.

However, just to be on the safe side, it's best to avoid touching these magical items.

Every year, travelers get into trouble in Egypt—and travel guides published by the magic ministries of various countries clearly state not to buy magical items of unknown origin in other countries.

Moreover—after you enter another country, the Ministry of Magic will inspect what you bring, similar to Muggle customs.

If it's a black magic item, they will confiscate it immediately.

Of course—that is, you have to return to your country through official channels. The Ministry of Magic, which is not an official agency, can't do anything about it, right?

"Hello, how much is this?" Walking along the narrow corridor outside the shop eaves, Owen spotted a rather beautiful gemstone necklace through the window of a magic item shop. The necklace had interlocking rings like grapevines, with small purple gemstones, about half the size of a fingernail, set on the chain.

One glance—Irving immediately decided to buy it.

Miss Granger didn't have any particular favorites. Apart from magic books, there weren't many 'girl' things that could pique her interest.

Of all the flowers, although Owen often used roses to describe her, Hermione herself did not like such bright flowers.

She preferred the nameless purple wildflowers that covered the hillsides of Hogwarts in spring to roses.

If you had to pick a plant Hermione likes, she'd probably like vines, such as grapevines, coral vines, wisteria, or Virginia creeper.

She said that watching these vines sprout new buds and gradually cover the stone castle with springtime was a magical thing.

That symbolizes life and resilience; she admires that tenacious spirit.

Well—as expected of a Gryffindor student—his tastes are indeed different from others.

Irving chuckled, reminiscing about some happy times at school.

However—what he didn't notice was that, throughout the entire Hogwarts, only the stone walls of the Hufflepuff common room had the most and most lush vines.

It faces a cliff directly, with no obstruction in front, and the sun shines straight down.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the shop, a glint of shrewdness flashed in the middle-aged witch's eyes. She pushed open the door and asked in fluent French, "What do you need?"

Another big fat sheep!

"Oh—I'd like to ask how much that piece of jewelry in the window costs—and how did you tell I'm French?" Owen replied in French as well.

"Just a guess," the shopkeeper said with a smile, and with a wave of her hand, the piece of jewelry floated lightly into her palm. She then handed the necklace to Owen. "Witches with silver hair are quite rare. I met two silver-haired witches a few years ago, and they were both French. I suppose you two are related by blood!"

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Forget it.

Anyway, he just buys something and leaves; he's too lazy to expose his chest and breasts to prove anything.

However, judging from what this still-attractive witch said, the two French witches she was referring to should be Fleur and her sister.

Those two women's Vespa bloodline is indeed impressive, so it's not surprising that the shop owner remembers them.

Holding the necklace in his hand, Irving immediately felt a chill.

Hmm—after all, it was made by Egyptians. In this hot weather, such refreshing magic is quite cooling. But—the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located are a place where the temperature rarely exceeds 30 degrees Celsius throughout the year. There are four months of severe cold each year, and the temperature drops in October, only slowly rising again in late February or March of the following year.

In such a place, this austere spell is clearly inappropriate.

But it's alright—he can go back and fix it; it's just a matter of engraving a few runes.

"This is a 17th-century antique, painstakingly carved from rune bone, and the gemstone is from an Australian basalt dragon. It is a rare treasure."

"A serpentine necklace?" Owen examined the necklace closely, noting its slender, bony design.

The Neanderthal is a three-headed snake native to the small African country of Burkina Faso. It is typically six to seven feet long, orange in color, and has black stripes.

Because these snakes are very conspicuous, the Burkina Faso Ministry of Magic has made certain forests unmarkable for their exclusive use, to prevent them from being discovered by Muggles.

Because the three heads of the rune snake will fight each other over their mouths, the rune snake does not live long.

The Neanderthal lays its eggs in its mouth, making it the only known magical creature to do so. Neanderthal eggs are valuable in potion-making, as they can stimulate brain activity.

It has an energizing effect.

Bones have a similar effect, but it's much weaker.

"How much will this cost?" Owen asked casually.

Just kidding—his wallet is back, and so is his savings. Over the years, he's lost count of how much money he's saved. After all, he has a book called "Unveiling Ancient Alchemy," and the royalties alone are considerable each year, though not much, since academic books like this rarely sell.

But he keeps revising it—he revises it several times a year, and now it seems to be "Unveiling Ancient Alchemy, Revised Twelfth Edition." Anyone who has ever bought the Wizarding Book will definitely buy it again, because the one he has is already outdated!

In total, he must have saved up tens of thousands of Galleons over the years.

"That depends on how you pay. If it's thirty Galleons (Gringotts exist in Egypt; the Galleon isn't the currency of British wizards, it's the currency of fairies), you'll definitely make a profit."

"Oh—don't listen to her. Even if this thing were genuine, it wouldn't be worth this price, let alone the fact that it's just a fake."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Owen. He turned around and saw that it was Ron's brother, Bill Weasley.

He looked the same as before, with a rebellious style, tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and an earring with a small fan-like object hanging from it.

He was wearing a white robe, not the wizarding robes worn by British wizards, but the clothing of Egyptians called Kalasiris.

The difference is that his Calasilis suit is covered with many strange and unusual things, with different shapes, making it look very unconventional.

“Three Galleons will be enough for this,” Bill said, his eyes then fixed on Owen. “Don’t I look familiar? You resemble a friend of mine, though he’s a warlock. Do you know Owen Sanchez? Are you his sister?”

"..." Owen gave the man the middle finger. "Believe me, I'll take off my pants and scare you to death. Damn it—it's really annoying to be like this."

"..." Hearing the tone of the voice, though still somewhat hesitant, Bill was certain of the other person's identity. "Owen?"

"How did you get to Egypt—no—how did you become like this? Where's Hermione?"

The wizard before Bill.

He had silver hair, and his emerald green eyes shone with a mysterious light. He wore an Egyptian-style wizard's robe with ease, as if he were of extraordinary birth.

Especially that face—how should I put it?

You can't say that's a woman's face.

Instead, it should be said that it was the face of a perfect human being, but such a face would not be found on a man's face in the eyes of most people, so everyone subconsciously assumed that the person in front of them should be a young girl.

"Me? I have a lot of bitter tears to tell, I'm not going to talk about it." Owen rubbed his cheeks, he probably would never be able to maintain his tough guy image in this lifetime.

"As for Hermione," he raised an eyebrow, then said teasingly, "she's having a bit of a problem right now because she's attracting so many suitors!"

"What? Attracting attention?" Bill scratched his head, feeling that the word sounded strange when used to describe a girl.

"Miss Granger's charm, you know, what young girl doesn't yearn for love? There are plenty of girls who are deeply attracted to her," Owen explained.

Bill immediately understood. He had heard about what had happened recently, but he had been held back by something. Otherwise, he would have definitely gone to catch up with Hermione.

"Hahaha—it seems public figures have their own troubles too." Bill laughed heartily.

Speaking of which, he and Bill are quite familiar with each other. They met at last year's championship and also at the World Cup.

After the Weasleys' "treasure" was discovered and the fairy incident occurred, they exchanged a few letters.

"By the way, are you still in Gringotts?" Owen reached into his back and pulled out three Galleons right on time.

?

The moment he put his hand into the backpack at his waist, his expression changed drastically!

Hey!

Where's my money?

It was just here!

After searching for a long time, Irving only found a small portion, about one percent of what he had just found.

Several hundred Galeons.

Damn it—no need to guess, that bastard wizard must have stolen his money.

Damn it—the drastic drop in wealth made Irving's temper flare up, and he couldn't help but want to shoot Avada Kengua in that guy's face. What should he do?

"Oh! He's gone. Ron wrote to tell me about the goblin invasion at the school—and the war between our ancestors and the goblins. If I were still in Gringotts, I'd be heartless." Bill watched as Owen trembled as he pulled out three Galleons. The female shopkeeper, with a murderous look on her face, glared angrily at Bill, then muttered curses as she accepted the money and turned back into the shop.

Of course she knew Bill.

Bill has been in Egypt for so many years, and he has visited every single one of these shops.

Moreover, he was previously in charge of the pyramid excavation work—a professional archaeologist.

She recognized the problem with the goods she was selling at a glance, but she could only swallow her anger. She had heard that this guy had recently been promoted, and she didn't want to offend him.

If Bill really brings in the Aurors to search the place, even if her treasured dark magic items aren't discovered, just the sale of these fakes will be enough to give her a hard time.

"What's wrong?" Bill watched as the female shop owner stormed into the shop and slammed the door shut behind her. He shook his head, a helpless expression on his face.

In Egypt, there are so many people selling fake antiques like this. He had been burned before, and since then, he doesn't really believe anything except what's dug up on-site.

He had clashed with this female shop owner several times.

"Nothing—I just wanted to stab someone," Owen said viciously, his eyes red.

"Ha—you're really funny." Bill chuckled, taking it as Owen joking.

"I'm working for the Federation now, as an overseas liaison officer. It's a simple job, no fixed office hours, no need to deal with a boss every day—it just involves traveling around. Anyway, I find it quite interesting. I just came back from Gambia. There was a large-scale resurrection of the dead there—the world has been really turbulent lately."

"Things are really unsettled; all sorts of monsters and demons are popping up," Owen said, his teeth grinding together. "By the way, what's this undead crisis?"

"What the heck? Another crisis has arisen? Why is this summer vacation so long? I'm already looking forward to the start of school."

"Mummy, undead, zombie, resurrected—you should know that there's a lot of magic like that in Africa. Every year, there are undead disturbances in some places. This time it's because—" Bill suddenly stopped, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and then whispered, "Do you know about the remains and flesh left behind after the giant's corpse disintegrated following the Wrath of the Sea God?"

"Uh—" Owen hadn't heard of it, but thinking about it, he could understand what it was: "I've heard of it. I've seen it from afar with Harry and the others." He lied.

"Oh—I didn't expect you to be here too," Bill replied with some surprise. "Anyway—that flesh and blood seemed to have a strong distorting effect on living beings, like a curse. After the war, all the countries seized some of it for research."

In Egypt—some sorcerers sold this stuff to Africa.

"Huh? Someone actually wants this!"

"Of course—the demand is quite high," Bill said. "Some wizards who possess the magic to resurrect the dead use this flesh and blood on the resurrected dead in an attempt to enhance the magic."

"Wow—what a brilliant idea!" Owen exclaimed in surprise. If that wizard's mental power could withstand the evil whispers of the Outer Gods, then he really could control that mutated creature.

"Good idea?" Bill sneered. "Those lunatics just keep creating chaos, they have absolutely no control over it, and they've thrown several more countries into turmoil."

"As expected—tch, serves him right." Owen spat. He had no saintly heart to clean up the mess for the African wizards again. He would use his own blood to smooth over the mess he made, so that he would learn his lesson and not be so stupid as to conduct experiments on things he didn't understand next time.

"Indeed." Bill nodded. "They don't need us. Those resurrected African wizards can handle it if they unite. The Federation just assigned me to make contact. I heard they've already stopped the spread, and it shouldn't be too long before they're contained. However, completely eradicating them might take some more time."

"But I must remind you, Irving."

"What's wrong?" Owen looked up at him, puzzled.

The two walked in a narrow corridor extending from the eaves of two rows of shops. The sun was so strong in the middle of the passage that they could not walk side by side, and Owen would occasionally turn around to look at him.

"After the unrest in Africa, a large number of dark wizards flocked to Egypt, and now this area is almost a haven for them. The area around Cairo is relatively safe. Although the Egyptian Ministry of Magic was greatly weakened after the Wrath of Poseidon, and many Aurors were injured and their wounds are cursed, leaving them in hospitals, they are still relatively safe. But other places, especially the Sinai Peninsula, you and Hermione absolutely must not go there recently, or—go back to England as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)