I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 382 British Ministry of Magic: See—I told you I'm a world superpower!

"Who else could it be? Who else has this ability!" Owen shook his head and glanced disdainfully at the person next to him.

"He's... kind of cute." Hermione looked Owen up and down, then her expression suddenly turned unnatural.

She said in an odd tone, "I never realized you were so...beautiful!"

No wonder.

"No wonder what?" Owen asked with a straight face.

"No wonder so many boys write you love letters."

"???" Owen looked at Hermione. "Huh?"

Yes, some jerk did write to him, but how did Hermione know? Good heavens—wouldn't some idiot have given her a letter to receive on his behalf?

"That's because you don't know," Hermione said slyly, staring at Owen. "As far as I know, Harry and Justin, especially the two of them, have given those—cough—those ambitious wizards—a lot of advice. Justin even compiled a little booklet, recording your daily activities and favorite things, and it sold for two silver shiks!"

"ha?"

"You didn't know that, did you!" Hermione continued triumphantly. "During the last month of the term, he and Harry kept asking me how to cast a secrecy spell on paper so that the paper with the written text could not be copied and the person who signed it could not reveal that information."

At first, I didn't know what they were up to, so I told them about a curse spell that would disfigure a wizard who betrayed information by causing a row of tightly packed purple pustules to grow on their face, which would also spell out the word "informant."

"Later, I was afraid they would misuse this magic, so I inquired a little and that's how I found out all this."

"???" Owen was a little confused. "And then? You found out, but you didn't stop it?"

"Why should I stop it?" Hermione retorted. A quick smile spread across her face. "From now on, Justin will give me a silver sieve for every one sold. I'll get half!"

"Granger!!!" Owen glared angrily at Hermione, which seemed to satisfy the little witch's resentment. She grinned with satisfaction, dispelling much of her worries from the past few days.

"Ara ara—I didn't expect you to be so popular at school," Merlin said with a mischievous grin, fanning the flames.

This caused Irving to be immediately detained.

Welcome, welcome, grandpa!

He took a deep breath, suppressing some of the resentment in his heart, then looked up and said with a half-smile, "Um, Miss Granger, where's the little witch who just confessed her feelings to you? I haven't seen her."

This time, it was Hermione's turn to feel embarrassed and want to escape.

She pursed her lips, as if trying to explain something.

However, the moment she opened her mouth, she guessed that the guy in front of her definitely knew she was innocent. The reason he asked this question was simply to see her make a fool of herself. So no matter how she explained, he would definitely find another way to attack her.

Instead of explaining, Hermione paused for a moment, then blushed slightly and said directly, "I don't know where she went."

"Don't know?" Owen's lips curled into a smile. "Or do you not want to know?"

"Mind your own business," Hermione retorted. "I'm tired. I'm going to have lunch first, then go back to my room for a nap."

After saying that, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Owen, who only reached her waist, and ran towards the hotel.

"Hey, I've already eaten. Why are you dragging me along?" Owen said teasingly. "Want to take a nap together? Okay, okay! Let's go!"

Merlin also sat down in the restaurant.

Then I ordered the same menu that I had just eaten from.

Irving guessed that his current body must be some kind of energy entity that could directly break down matter, so there was no problem no matter how much he ate.

Whether this guy can even taste the flavor is still a question.

Now they just keep eating and stuffing themselves, wasting food and money.

Most importantly, for some reason, the hotel staff were particularly attentive to this guy, frequently coming over to offer their concern and care.

The food was served in a variety of ways.

This puzzled Owen, who stopped a witch who was serving food.

The other person's answer almost made Irving jump over and bite that pink-haired guy to death.

"This gentleman just deposited 20,000 Galleons with our hotel," the waitress said, her brown eyes shining.

Her smile was bright and warm, just like the weather in Egypt.

Her clothes were quite daring, like those of an exotic dancer, with only a very short piece of cloth covering her vital parts and a light purple veil draped over her body.

Her shoulders were bare, showing off her healthy skin and elegant neckline.

Her wheat-colored legs were exposed to the air, long and muscular, not thin or fat. From thighs to toes, every part was just right, clearly the result of regular exercise.

Her toenails were painted black, and she wore a pair of openwork brown high heels, which made her figure appear even taller and more graceful.

In short, the waitress's appearance immediately drew everyone's attention in the restaurant. Her beauty, enthusiasm, and daring attire made it impossible to look away. However, her admiring gaze was only directed at Merlin, who was stuffing himself with food.

"Damn it, that's all my money! My money!!!" Owen's mind went blank for a moment, then he jumped up from his seat, stretched out his hands as if he was about to strangle him.

"Oh dear—money—its value is only realized in circulation. This is a crucial point in governing a country." Merlin reached out and flicked Owen's forehead, then Owen was lifted up as if by air and shoved back into his seat.

"What a stingy guy." Merlin said irritably, looking at Owen who was making people grimace.

Hoarding money like a hamster.

This suddenly reminded him of the past, of those lively days, when there was also a money-loving knight who often stopped him and Arthur from spending money recklessly. However, that was a steady middle-aged wizard, not as 'cute' as this little guy in front of him.

Seeing that he probably wouldn't get his money back.

Irving was so angry he was furious; he had no appetite whatsoever.

They sat there sulking until Hermione suppressed a laugh, and after lunch, they left the restaurant.

Miss Granger certainly wouldn't sleep in the same bed with him. The afternoon hour passed peacefully.

In the afternoon, the setting sun was no longer as scorching as it was at noon.

Owen and Hermione went out.

Perhaps out of guilt, Editor Mei kindly allowed him to return to the age of fifteen.

Irving certainly wouldn't be grateful to him for this. He doesn't have Stockholm syndrome. Isn't it only natural for that guy to shrink himself and then shrink back? He's already being lenient by not asking for emotional distress compensation.

The two walked hand in hand down the slightly cooler streets, strolling from the East Market all the way to the West Market.

We also visited the Great Pyramid of Giza along the way.

Hermione then took him to the Palm Beach in Arish, a beach that became famous overnight because of Merlin's sea of ​​flowers.

The scope was so vast that it even alarmed the Muggle world.

The coastline was crowded with people.

Various boats sail on the sea of ​​flowers, creating a romantic atmosphere along the entire coastline.

This is indeed a beautiful place, with sunsets, the sea, and a sea of ​​flowers.

As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the sky was dyed a mesmerizing orange-red. On the sea, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the shimmering surface, like countless golden jewels sparkling. Petals drifted and danced in the gentle sea breeze, like ethereal fairies.

The waves gently lapped against the rocks on the shore, making a pleasant sound that echoed the soft swaying of the flower petals.

People stood by the sea, captivated by the beautiful scenery. They quietly admired the sunset dancing with the flower petals, their souls seemingly purified. At that moment, all the noise and turmoil vanished, leaving only this tranquil and beautiful scene.

This opportune moment, with its perfect timing, location, and circumstances, is naturally a good opportunity for the two to deepen their relationship.

However—just as Irving was about to pay to board a Muggle boat and set sail, he was attacked.

To be precise, Miss Granger was attacked.

The person who came was wearing a white robe, so his face was completely obscured.

However, his combat skills were still quite good. After his first attack was blocked by Owen, he almost immediately activated his second spell.

Unfortunately, Miss Granger was faster, instantly casting a petrification spell without a staff and knocking him down.

The surrounding Muggles immediately erupted in riots, but nothing could be suppressed by Owen's powerful Oblivion Curse.

Everyone aligned themselves, a flash of white light appeared, and this brief memory no longer belonged to them.

As for what just happened?

A hapless guy was knocked unconscious by a seagull.

that's it.

"As expected." After pulling off the attacker's hood and seeing the person's face, Owen realized that this was the group of dark wizards that Hermione had provoked before.

"How annoying." He originally wanted to kill the petrified guy directly, but, to eliminate the root of the problem, Owen decided to find out who was behind it. What kind of person is this who gets attacked every day?

With that thought in mind, he cast several more binding spells on the guy, then threw him into his bag, into a suitcase that had appeared out of nowhere.

I don't know who put it in there.

"It suddenly occurred to me that around noon, I ran into Ron's brother, Bill, who warned me not to leave Cairo, or someone would definitely come looking for trouble." Owen rubbed his chin, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's strange, we barely left and someone attacked us right after. Why do I feel like someone's following us?"

Upon hearing Owen's words, Hermione recalled some things, and then she recounted in detail to Owen the attack that had occurred in this area of ​​the sea.

"We had just arrived here when a group of dark wizards found us, and quite coincidentally, we stumbled upon the Aurors' changing of the guard." Hermione pondered for a moment. "It was all too coincidental."

"If it's really that much of a coincidence, then it's no coincidence." Owen was silent for a moment, then said, "It seems the most likely explanation is that the Egyptian Ministry of Magic is corrupt. Unless that 'little witch' who admires you wants you dead, the only other possibility is that there's a traitor within the Ministry of Magic."

"This—is this even possible? This is insane! How could the Ministry of Magic collude with dark wizards? They…" Hermione exclaimed in shock.

"When our senior Tom was in power, there were a whole bunch of employees in the British Ministry of Magic who were colluding with Death Eaters," Owen said dismissively. "Besides, the Ministry of Magic isn't monolithic; there are people who do crazy things for power and profit. We need to be vigilant and investigate this matter thoroughly."

Hermione took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "You're right, Owen. We can't take this lightly, nor can we blindly trust the Ministry of Magic. So what should we do now?"

"Let's go back to Cairo first. The Ministry of Magic still has some self-respect; they wouldn't launch an attack right under our noses," Owen said after a moment's thought. "I just don't understand why they would attack you?"

"?" Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't it because I destroyed many dark wizard strongholds?"

"Miss Granger." Owen smiled, then reached out and ruffled Hermione's fluffy hair. Hmph—he got his revenge.

"Dark wizards are like weeds. You destroy one stronghold, and they can immediately rebuild it. For them, who don't need to apply for the Infinite Stretch Charm, it's just a matter of waving their hand."

Unless they are pure madmen like Death Eaters, most dark wizards will immediately retreat and hide far away after being attacked to avoid trouble.

Even if they want to take revenge on you, they will use poison, curses, bewitchment and other means. Have you ever seen any dark wizard, apart from the Death Eaters, openly and honestly come out to duel with a wizard?

Not all wizards are Gryffindors, my dear Granger.

"..." Hermione was a little speechless at Owen's words, but after a moment of silence, she straightened her neck and said, "Gryffindors would not attack other wizards in the street in front of Muggles."

"Yeah!" Owen raised an eyebrow. "So what? There must be a deeper reason why they could do this."

"Could it be that even bringing you to Egypt to receive the award was pre-arranged? Someone wanted you from the very beginning?" He suddenly had an even bolder idea, "Damn it—it's that bastard who stole my girl."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Owen. This guess was completely unfounded. She was only able to come to Egypt because of Owen. If it weren't for him, she would never have come. How could he possibly have foreseen all of this?

However, Owen's speculation did make her a little worried, but Hermione then said with relief, "Thankfully, my mom and dad left Egypt and went back to London a week ago."

Given that such a public attack happened today, it's hard to guarantee that those heartless bastards won't lay a hand on her parents.

"That means there's nothing to worry about," Irving said, then let out a sigh of relief.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief only because, in Hermione's parents' eyes, his image was almost identical to that of a street thug.

If we encounter that

Although he's thick-skinned and doesn't care, Hermione will definitely be embarrassed.

That reduces the potential trouble. That's a good thing.

After wandering around the beach for a few more minutes...

Irving then pulled Sirocco out of his pocket.

"It seems the Egyptian Ministry of Magic really does have a problem," he said, asking the kitten to take them back to the inn.

"What's wrong?"

After a dizzying moment, the two reappeared in his room in the morning.

"If you saw a wizard using magic indiscriminately in front of Muggles in England, in London, what would happen next?" Owen and Hermione sat together on the edge of the bed. He waved his finger, and the teacups on the table automatically overflowed with tea, which floated into their hands.

"Hmm—the employees of the Memory Deletion Department, and the Magical Law Enforcement Team of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will be on the scene immediately, and then," Hermione said, taking the teacup, and then immediately understood what Owen meant.

Yup!

Five full minutes had passed between the time he was attacked and the time he left the beach, and yet no one from the Ministry of Magic had appeared.

Especially considering that there were already many people from the Ministry of Magic mingling around that sea area.

After all, that sea was created by Merlin and is a magical creation. Naturally, the Ministry of Magic would send people to guard and observe it so that they could deal with any unexpected situations immediately.

"I gave them five minutes," Owen said with a cruel smile. "Someone in the distance saw everything clearly, yet they didn't come forward. Tsk tsk—it seems the Egyptian Ministry of Magic is quite cunning!"

"Then what about us?" Hermione asked hesitantly and with concern. At first, she thought it was just one or two corrupt officials in the Ministry of Magic, but now, it might be the entire Ministry of Magic turning against her.

Then they.

Although Hermione had some complaints about the British Ministry of Magic, she now wanted to go back to London immediately.

The young wizards almost completely belittled the British Ministry of Magic, especially Harry, Ron, George, and Fred. They looked down on the Ministry the most, believing that if it weren't for Dumbledore, Britain would have been conquered by Voldemort long ago.

Although they are not wrong in thinking this way.

But when she left England, she discovered that the Ministry of Magic outside was even darker.

It seems that the British Ministry of Magic, as a founding member of the International Confederation of Wizards and one of the world's top magical powers, is indeed reliable and very strong.

"Let's go back to London," she said.

"No—" Owen downed his tea in one gulp. "If they dare to lay a hand on us, even if it's the International Wizarding Federation, I can bring my saints to their knees and take them down. What about the tiny Egyptian Ministry of Magic? They think they can turn the world upside down? We're right here, let's see what other tricks they have up their sleeves."

"Besides," Owen said with a smirk, "have you forgotten about our great wizard Merlin? With him around, ten Toms wouldn't stand a chance."

"Oh, right." After being reminded by Owen, Hermione realized that the most legendary wizard in the world was right beside them. He was a super wizard who had lived for over a thousand years, even surpassing Dumbledore, and could even be called a god.

The belief in Merlin is widespread in Europe.

In the magical world, he has been depicted as an omnipotent god.

He was the founder of the magical order of the entire world.

With such a great expert around, I really don't have much to worry about.

With that thought, Hermione relaxed.

Once you relax, the fatigue accumulated from playing around for several hours in the afternoon bursts out instantly.

Although she was supposed to take a nap at noon, she just lay in bed lost in thought and didn't actually sleep for long, maybe only ten minutes or so.

In addition, I hadn't slept well for the past few days because I was worried about Irving's condition.

Fatigue washed over her, making her eyelids feel heavy.

"Alright." Hermione stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed intently on Owen. "Then let's fight them!" she declared confidently.

"Before that—that—take the thing out."

"Things? What things?" Owen asked, puzzled.

"Clothes, of course. Everything I have is in your fanny pack; I forgot to take it out at noon, so I gave it to you," Hermione said. "Now, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"?" Before Owen could react, Hermione snatched the fanny pack away, her face flushed.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" he asked the girl in front of him, teasingly.

"That's right." Surprisingly, Hermione actually agreed without the slightest hesitation. Although her face was flushed, she said, "It's too dangerous for me to have a room all by myself. I'll sleep here every day from now on. You...you transform into a bed. Anyway, the living room is quite big. Don't climb over here at night."

Clutching her fanny pack, she rushed into the bathroom like lightning and slammed the door shut.

When she was alone in the surrounding space, the pounding of her heart was especially noticeable.

She leaned against the doorway, letting out a heavy sigh of relief, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.

On the other side, Owen sat on the edge of the bed, stunned for a long time, until he heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off and the splashing of water. Only then did he realize that Miss Granger was really going to sleep with him tonight.

The splashing water made him incredibly eager to go in; he thought that if he went in now, he might see many wonderful things.

Wait a minute—it seems Nicolas Flamel gave him a real spyglass—one that could see through clothes to the inside.

I think the first time he used it, he saw Justin's friend and was so scared that he never used it again. He always carried it with him afterward, but where is it now?

Hmm—it should be in my fanny pack.

Damn—I completely forgot about this amazing gadget.

I really am a gentleman!

It's a pity—I won't need this thing anymore. If I could just use it directly, who would just look at it?

Lying in bed, Irving was lost in thought.

As for Hermione transforming him into another bed—just kidding, no way!

It's either one bed or the other. There's no third option.

If he still sleeps in separate beds under these circumstances, then he's really a fool!

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Outside the window, the last rays of the setting sun gradually faded, and the room grew dim.

Owen turned on the bedside lamp and continued to lie in bed listening to the sound of running water, imagining Miss Granger naked.

Two months have passed, and Hermione has recovered somewhat. Of course, she is still rather thin, but she is no longer as emaciated as before.

Therefore, the scene in the imagination should be more complete.

Hmm—this side needs to be more symmetrical.

That side needs to be more curved.

Just as Irving was completely absorbed in his fantasies about sculpting his face and body, there was a sudden knock on that damned door.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Who is it! Get out of here!" Irving roared viciously.

At the same time, the sound of running water in the washroom immediately stopped.

"Of course it's your dearest Merlin!" A monster's voice rang out from outside the door.

(End of this chapter)