I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 38 My Mother—Ah—No, Grandpa!!!

Kyrie Irving had little recollection of the final revelry of the holiday.

Hannah hadn't returned to school that day.

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.

The new semester has just begun.

Everyone got busy.

However, Irving did receive some good news: Dumbledore announced the termination of his extracurricular education.

At the same time, Professor Sprout also announced the lifting of his ban.

He was initially in a good mood, but Hannah's words dampened his spirits by 39%.

The first day of school, the first class was Potions.

I don't know which jerk assigned the class schedule.

When Irving saw Snape's sinister face again, he was completely horrified.

What are you doing so early in the morning?

Would it kill you to be a little more cheerful and sunny? Would it kill you?

To make matters worse, they ended up taking classes with Gryffindor.

Before Potions class even started, he could already smell the bloodshed.

"I should have pretended to be sick. I think I've been eating too many sweets lately, and my teeth hurt!" Owen muttered to Hannah in a low voice.

Then—his tooth really started to hurt.

"Don't make the professor angry, Owen." Hannah still looked worried. Her eyes were clear, yet filled with doubt, as she looked at Owen.

Does he also have toothache?

Of course, her main concern was for Neville, the swordsman from Gryffindor, since he had always been a troublemaker in Snape's class.

Irving turned his head and guessed.

Sure enough, when I turned around, I saw Neville being scolded by Snape for what seemed to be an incorrect way of processing some herb.

Gryffindor unfortunately lost two more points.

"Anyway, I could pass my final exams with my eyes closed, so why should I suffer through classes?" After saying that, Irving shivered.

In January, Hogwarts is so cold it feels like living in a freezer.

Although the lounge was warm due to the fireplace, the drafts in the corridors were worse than a bone-scraping knife, especially in the potions classroom located in the dungeon.

Because of the high humidity near the Black Lake, coupled with Snape's inherent air-conditioning properties and the physical damage mixed with magical attacks, the young wizards remained cold-handed no matter how thickly they wore.

"Wait—I could graduate directly, so why am I even here in school?"

"Achoo~ Sniff." A certain cutie, who had caught a chill from being unsealed last night, turned around and leaned against the cauldron, shivering.

It's all his grandfather Grindelwald's fault.

It's his fault for going out for a stroll without taking him with him.

Otherwise, he should be enjoying the sun on the beaches of the Maldives or searching for ancient ruins in the forests of Albania!

snort!

Slightly annoyed, Owen held a copper spoon in each hand and stirred the two crucibles in front of him.

"Mr. Sanchez, what have you done to my crucible!"

Suddenly, the temperature around Owen plummeted, and without even looking up, he knew that Snape had teleported behind him.

knock!

That's why young wizards hate having Potions class in winter.

"Professor, you said it!" Owen looked up, covering the crucible with both hands.

"Last Potions class, Ah Qiu~ you said that as long as I could brew the Elixir of Life and Death in class, I would dare to ignore everything you do this semester. Ah~~~" Owen, who hadn't typed it out, swallowed a long breath of cold air.

"Huh? Really? I don't remember." Snape sneered, not intending to admit it at all.

Ah!

I knew they'd pull some tricks.

Irving pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

Then, expressionless, he pulled a stack of parchment from his pocket, flipped through a few pages, and read aloud: "December 16, 1991, 3:51 PM, Professor Snape said: What are you doing, Mr. Sanchez? Who gave you permission to use your wand in my class?"

"Are you going to evolve into a hairless baboon too?"

"The potion you've prepared is finished? How could that be? Humph! I'm quite surprised, Mr. Sanchez. It seems lying has become a glorious tradition in Hufflepuff."

"Alright, stop making excuses."

"If you can brew a high-purity potion of life and death before get out of class ends, you can do whatever you want in my class from now on. If you can't, Owen Sanchez, you will be locked up for a whole year and have thirty points deducted from your score."

Upon hearing this, Snape's face instantly turned cold, and then his veins throbbed, indicating that he was furious.

"So, what are you doing now, Mr. Sanchez!"

"Hmm—my medicine is on my right, 999 Cold Relief Granules." The little guy said mischievously.

"Okay, it's an energy booster. Let it cool down, I'll heat it up. The other one—Achoo—is..." Owen took a deep breath. "It's hot pot base, Professor. Once I boil the water dry, the oil inside will turn into a paste. After cooling, it will become solid. When we want to eat it next time, we can just break off a piece and put it in hot water." As Owen spoke, he lifted the spoon from the crucible.

"Look, we're about to succeed."

In an instant, a rich, spicy aroma of roasted pork wafted out unrestrainedly.

The entire potions classroom could smell it.

"How dare you cook such inferior food in my classroom, in my cauldron? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your teachers?" Snape's voice trembled, clearly furious.

"Achoo~ Hey~ Look at what you're saying, isn't a pot just for cooking things? Besides, potions and hot pot are made by throwing specific ingredients into a pot at specific times and with specific heat, then stirring them and simmering them for a specific time. So, Professor, I'm learning something!"

"Shut up, Sanchez!" Snape waved his wand, casting a spell like a hurricane. After a skillful Vanishing Charm, Owen's hotpot broth, along with the excrement of countless Hogwarts students from hundreds of years ago, completely disappeared from the castle.

"Get out now! Right now!" he roared, his face contorting slightly.

"Alright~ Alright~ Professor~ Achoo~" Holding another crucible that was heating an energy potion, Owen was focused on the professor's safety and that Professor Snape's magnificent appearance would not be ruined.

To make sure he could enjoy air conditioning in the summer, he quickly got up. He proudly held his head high, walking out of the potions classroom as if he'd won.

then

Then he turned the corner and ran to the principal's office.

They've pulled off a classic case of the guilty party accusing the innocent first!

"Professor~ Achoo~~" In the now-modernized headmaster's office, Owen sat in an ivy chair, rubbing his eyes, and said in a feignedly aggrieved tone, "Professor Snape is bullying me."

After gulping down the energy drink that Madam Pomfrey had prescribed for him, he continued, "He mocked me for not having parents—waaaaaah—┭┮﹏┭┮."

"And they even called me an unevolved baboon. ┭┮﹏┭┮——Achoo~"

"My only relative right now is my maternal grandfather."

"I still remember that when I was a child, one night, it was raining heavily, and I had a fever. My mother—ah—no, my grandfather—my grandfather carried me on his back, crossing mountains and valleys—um—no, he climbed over fences and ran red lights to find a doctor to treat me."

"."

Although I'm very free today, it's precisely because I'm too free that the guy next to me keeps playing on his phone, making it impossible for me to secretly type. So sad! Ugh!

(End of this chapter)