I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 391 Egypt Chapter End

The dazzling flames vanished instantly.

It's as fast as drawing air out of a vacuum tube.

The young wizards who had been watching outside stumbled over, full of curiosity, and crouched at the edge of the crack in the ground, peering inside.

It wasn't dark beneath the hollow.

The phantom that was over ten feet tall has now shrunk to the size of a normal person.

A hazy mist enveloped a wizard who looked exactly like him.

The unsuspecting young wizards mistook the phantom for the wizard's spell.

They stared at them for about ten seconds, but nothing else happened.

Soon, the arrogance and defiance that seeped into their bones emboldened these noble youths.

Some people even picked up stones from the side and threw them into the hole.

Of course—even if they had the guts to do something crazy, they wouldn't dare abandon Irving.

They were just aimlessly tossing the objects into the empty space, hoping to see if there were any other people down there.

"who is he?"

A young wizard asked, puzzled.

His companions all shook their heads; none of them recognized the strikingly handsome stranger.

With such a face, if you've seen her before, you'd never forget her.

Whether it's in a newspaper or a fleeting glimpse on the street.

"Where is Miss Granger?"

Soon, the sharp-eyed young wizard noticed that there seemed to be only that unknown wizard in the hole.

But just now someone clearly saw three people through the flames.

A strange blonde witch.

One of them is the silver-haired wizard standing before us.

Another one is Granger from Hogwarts, whom they are familiar with.

But now—there's only one?

Could it be?

The young wizards around suddenly had a bad feeling.

After all, those flames were truly terrifying; it would be quite normal to perish in them.

Thinking of this, the young wizards lowered their heads involuntarily. Life is unpredictable—the witch who was famous throughout the world just a short time ago, and now…

Compared to these sentimental ones, there are also some calm ones.

They were simply wondering why—why hadn't the Ministry of Magic arrived yet?

In the past, if you casually cast a spell in public, the people from the Ministry of Magic would be like dogs with noses, eager to find you the moment you put down your wand and then rush over to judge you.

Fines, confiscation of the wand, or even jail time.

But what's going on today?

Just now, that phantom image, which was only a dozen feet long, was visible to half of Cairo's population. Of course, because the phantom image only existed for a very short time, even if a Muggle saw it, it might be because they were hallucinating.

Furthermore, the color and brightness of the shadow are not obvious.

But what about the wizards!

Are all the shamans in Cairo on holiday and have gone on vacation to Libya?

No—that's impossible—some wizard must have noticed this place.

So why didn't they come?

Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic come yet?

Are they turning a blind eye?

Intentionally refusing to intervene?

But why is that?

Is it

Some of the young wizards had already made some connections; although they were spoiled, they were not stupid.

Moreover, most of them come from powerful and influential families, or ancient pure-blooded families, even if they themselves are not the heirs of the family. But such backgrounds already allow them to know information that ordinary people cannot.

Especially the recent buzz surrounding Britain's next Dumbledore.

Granger, the stargazing girl.

To the parents of these young wizards, the emergence of another Dumbledore in England was hardly good news.

With an old guy like him around, life is already tough for the purebloods.

They had originally hoped that by enduring another hundred years, once the "old guy" died of old age, they could regain control of the government.

But now another one has arrived?

These young wizards had all heard complaints from their elders at home.

Or from the Ministry of Magic

In short, there are as many wizards who like Granger as there are who hate her.

Not to mention—there are rumors that Granger was actually a Muggle-born witch.

They are of the mud race, the lowest of bloodlines.

Her current achievements are entirely due to the founder's treasure within Hogwarts; she is simply a lucky lowly maid.

Such rumors tend to find a wider market the further away from Britain is.

If—and this is just speculation, of course—someone might dare to defy convention and personally set a trap to lure them in.

Once the idea pops into your head, it's hard to get rid of.

They preferred to believe that the Ministry of Magic hadn't sent anyone because the house was protected by magic.

And amidst this turbulent flow of chaotic thoughts.

Our great magician Merlin, holding his staff, sat on the edge of the hollow, gazing down with great interest.

Something interesting is happening.

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On the other side of boundless space and time.

On a vast, boundless grassland, Owen, seemingly transported there, looked around in a daze.

Well—as expected—this is another dreamlike illusion.

After sensing his own magic and confirming that he could leave at any time, he became interested.

The grassland stretched out endlessly, and as he stood there gazing into the distance, all he could see was green.

Under a blue sky and white clouds, apart from an empty stone gate standing not far away, there was nothing else in the place.

"A stone gate again—a curtain again."

In the magical world, stone gates seem to have other meanings, and such things exist in various places.

However, the most famous one is the one from the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic.

Legend has it that the stone gate connects to the world of the dead.

However, no one has ever come out alive from inside, so the truth remains unknown.

Lost in thought, Irving strode toward the stone gate.

He hadn't gone far when he saw a monster.

It was a faceless monster.

It has no specific shape, resembling countless chunks of flesh pieced together. It wriggles, like a fleshy slime with outstretched arms.

As he approached, the monster did not attack him, but instead frantically worshipped him.

This explains the monster's identity.

"High Priest—you've worshipped the wrong person!" he said calmly. "Seriously, you're quite bold."

He circled the faceless monster in front of him, saying as he walked, "I bet you don't even know what kind of god you're worshipping. You probably just happened to find a magic book that records the magic techniques of [Ionia], and then you started to experiment recklessly, falling deeper and deeper into evil."

Ultimately, they became lackeys of the Outer Gods.

"Do you know that the technology you're using isn't accepted by most believers, even within the chosen ones?" Owen continued, "because this technology will completely change a person's soul, just like you are now, turning you into a monster."

It cannot achieve immortality at all; by endlessly changing bodies and invading souls, it will eventually transform itself into a monster even more evil than the [Deadborn].

Ah—that hunger of the soul will force the wizard to eventually become nothing more than a mindless, ravenous monster.

You're really lucky. Your unwarranted vigilance saved your life. You haven't changed bodies that many times, otherwise you would have become a monster long ago.

The faceless monster seemed to understand Owen's words. Its blurry shadow trembled, whether out of fear of its own ignorance and arrogance or fear of what it was about to face.

"Attack Miss Granger? Is it really just wishful thinking on your part?" Owen stared at her. "Isn't it because of a deep-seated hunger? A craving for a 'more delicious' soul?"

"No—no—" Perhaps the desire to speak was too strong.

The faceless monster's fleshy face suddenly split open, and it was hard to tell whether it should be called a mouth or not, but the sound came from inside.

"You don't need to feel wronged," Owen said coldly. "Everything you did was your own choice. So you have to bear the consequences."

Hmm—this story teaches us not to pick up magic books lying around on the street—and even less to try to master the magic in them or believe in the paradise depicted within.

As Owen spoke, a beam of light shot out from the curtain in front of him through the stone door.

The next moment, the faceless monster seemed to be shackled, being dragged along, about to disappear into the curtain.

"No—no!" The voices, seemingly shouted by dozens of people at the same time, were filled with terror and despair.

"You promised me, at the Calibdis Great Vortex, before that obelisk, you promised me that as long as I completed the task you assigned—"

"And what then?" Owen interrupted her, "that after death you'll enter a honey-flowing divine kingdom, and be served by seventy-two virgin boys?"

"You believe that?" He widened his eyes. "From the Gods' perspective, once you enter that plane that mortals cannot reach, they will squeeze your souls dry like juice. That will be your last bit of value."

"Wh-what?" The monster's voice stopped abruptly. Although it didn't have a face, Owen still thought she must be completely dumbfounded at that moment.

In that moment of distraction, the gravitational pull behind the curtain suddenly increased, and half of its body was submerged within it.

Startled awake, it disregarded everything else and kept pleading, "Please—please—have mercy, have mercy!!!"

The monster stretched out its hand.

Countless chains woven from light were wrapped around its hands, along with the last glimmer of hope, as it was completely swallowed by the veil.

"Tsk tsk—"

Owen felt no emotion whatsoever as he looked at the spot where the faceless monster had disappeared.

The ending was sealed the moment you picked up that book of evil magic.

As for why that magic book appeared in Africa...

Perhaps this was intentionally done by the organization truly favored by God.

Cast a wide net.

There are always fools who take the bait—look, here's one we caught.

Then, Irving turned around.

Ancient magic filled the surroundings.

The illusion was thus shattered.

The next second, his consciousness returned, and the illusory image of the outer god that enveloped him continued to shrink until it finally disappeared into his body.

"Unfortunately—in the end, they were unable to uncover the priest's memories."

The first thing Irving said when he opened his eyes was a sigh.

The high priestess has been rooted in this land for over two hundred years, and countless people have accepted her evil magic and transformed themselves into monsters.

Are those high-ranking officials really the real people?

Not someone else who was replaced by a freak?

The matter may seem to have come to an end, but under the cover of night, in the intricate and hidden battlefield, the capture and battle are destined to continue for many years.

It's possible that the wizard will never be able to find all the twisted monsters.

"Well, well—no need to be so pessimistic—Miss Granger, didn't we catch four? That's a small achievement." At that moment, Merlin leaped down from the top of the hole.

He landed beside Owen and said with a slightly relaxed tone, "If everyone works together, we'll catch all the hidden monsters soon!"

"Heh—" Owen rolled his eyes at Grand Mage Mei, then said disdainfully, "Do you believe I'm actually King Arthur?"

"Huh?" Master Mei rubbed his head. "I don't believe it."

"Ha! You actually believe humans can work together, but you don't believe I'm King Arthur! Pay up, you bastard!"

Irving instantly flew into a rage. "You were watching the whole thing? I was in a real mess and you were just standing around watching?"

"Oh, oh—young people always have to go through thick and thin—and you seem pretty relaxed, don't you?"

"Easy?" Owen raised an eyebrow. "The reason you won this time is purely because that stupid priestess has no combat experience whatsoever. Fighting her is no better than fighting Harry."

"If it were someone else, you can just wait to collect my ashes!"

"Alright, alright! Stop saying such discouraging things. Aren't you doing just fine now?"

"What a load of crap, my back aches and I feel completely drained. Oh, and there's something else." Owen looked puzzled. "That priestess, the Outer God phantom she summoned—why does it look like an empty shell?"

"When I saw that phantom just now, it startled me. I thought we were going to have another battle with the sea god."

"Ara ara." Upon hearing Owen's question, Archmage Merlin suddenly raised his head, tilted his head back, and smiled broadly, practically saying "Praise me!"

"Did you do this?"

"Of course—I'm still observing Earth from the Sea of ​​Stars. If I let the will of the Outer Gods infiltrate so easily, I would be failing in my duty."

"..." Owen looked at Merlin with a suspicious gaze. "Why do I have a feeling you're slacking off?"

As he spoke, he took the briefcase out of his pocket again.

After zooming in, I tapped the box.

"I've always been dutiful, haven't I? Never—well, sometimes when my eyes get sore from staring at the screen, I'll take a break, but that's a break, not dereliction of duty!" Master Mei defended himself.

However, Irving certainly doesn't believe a single word of it.

I bet he was dozing off most of the time!

Ha ha.

As Merlin confessed, the suitcase was opened.

Hermione cautiously peeked out, wand in hand.

Then he turned and met Irving's gaze.

"It's over, Miss Granger," Owen said, crouching down beside her.

"How—how did you do that?" he asked in disbelief.

From the moment he entered the briefcase to the moment he came out, it was only a minute or two. How did Irving manage to do that?

"Of course, it was Grand Master Merlin who descended from the empty tower, and the priest's conspiracy was thwarted!" Owen glanced at Merlin beside him and teased.

"Haha—is it me?" Merlin said with a smile, rubbing his cheek.

"Oh—really?" Hermione expressed doubt. If Mr. Merlin was going to make a move, why didn't he do it sooner?

However, as a well-known good student at Hogwarts, Hermione still had to maintain proper manners. She stepped out of the box, curtsied to Merlin, and said, "Thank you for saving Master Merlin."

"Oh, really—I didn't do anything!"

When Miss Granger curtsied, Merlin said it was nothing, but his body complied with a smile, showing no intention of backing down.

This made Kyrie Irving, who was standing to the side, feel a pain in his teeth.

I really want to kick this hypocrite.

However, just as Irving was figuring out where to put his foot down...

A voice interrupted him.

"Irving!"

"Good heavens—you're a living calamity! Wherever you go, trouble follows!"

Irving knew who it was just by the voice.

He retorted directly, "Speaking of humanoid calamities, Harry Potter is no less so. Since he enrolled, Hogwarts hasn't had a single peaceful year."

"That's all your fault!"

"I was dragged into this, okay? Trouble always finds me, I can't avoid it!" Irving said innocently.

"Can't avoid it?" The newcomer strode forward quickly and grabbed Irving by the back of his collar. "I bet you're eager to get involved."

The Godfather of Dogs, having somehow acquired a rope, used a wand to bind Owen's hands.

"Here you go." He tossed one end of the rope to Professor Lupin, whose expression was a mixture of delight and anger. "Now pack this guy up and take him back to Hogwarts. Forget about a few months of confinement, let—let Snape supervise him, yes—it has to be Snape, only he can stop this smooth-talking schemer."

"Yes—that's right, grab him!" Miss Granger's eyes lit up as she chimed in.

The moment she opened her mouth, she immediately sold herself out as well.

"Oh, I forgot, there's another one." Sirius's gray eyes immediately locked onto Hermione.

"Why?"

"Catch them together and let Professor McGonagall discipline them."

At this moment, other wizards appeared in phantom form.

The houses have all collapsed, so the anti-appearance spell cast here has naturally lost its effectiveness.

Bill was in charge.

Two other unfamiliar wizards were also with him.

"Let's get out of here first," Bill said as he rushed over, a white cloth wrapped around his forehead with red marks stuck to it.

"You—you've been attacked again?" Owen, whose hands were tied, raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"Could she still be a fairy?"

"Ha—you guessed right this time." Bill said angrily, "Damn it—I didn't notice there were fairy shops on that street. There weren't any before. My whereabouts have been exposed."

"Members of the fraternity?" Irving asked again.

"Hmm—the Fairy Brotherhood. If it weren't for running into some colleagues from the Colleagues' Association..."

"You're really lucky to be alive." Owen put his hands behind his back and gave him a thumbs up.

Then immediately, Sirius knocked off his thumb.

"How dare you talk about others like that!" he said angrily. "He's lucky to be alive, and you're just incredibly audacious, aren't you?"

"Hey—you have the nerve to say that to me? You're a veteran who's been fighting Death Eaters since you were sixteen or seventeen. We all learned from you—if Harry ever does something like a long-distance raid on Voldemort's lair, it'll definitely be because of your encouragement."

"Bullshit—I'll break his legs!" Sirius roared.

"Alright, let's stop arguing now. Once the fighting stops here, the fairies will be coming over," Professor Lu Ping quickly advised, forcing a smile. "As for what happens next, we'll talk about that later."

He waved, and a young man with black hair immediately stepped forward.

The strange wizard pulled out a shield-shaped badge from his pocket. It was made of blue and gold and was shaped like a rose.

The shield has a crossed wand with a ruby ​​embedded in the fork.

At the bottom of the badge is a small banner that reads "For Honor" and below it are the words "Rozier".

"Huh?" Irving hadn't reacted yet.

Suddenly, the badge emitted a powerful gravitational pull, and all the wizards present were drawn into it.

The world spun around me, as if I were riding a roller coaster in a narrow, crowded tunnel, and only after a dozen seconds did I feel myself landing.

"puff!"

It was the sound of space breaking apart.

The next second, the group touched the ground.

Before the visual scenery arrives, the olfactory fragrance has already reached us.

A gentle breeze wafted by, and the fragrance of flowers wafted into Irving's nose.

When he opened his eyes.

What you see is a garden with a spacious lawn, winding paths, and a variety of flowers and trees.

The most important thing is flowers.

It contains all sorts of things, some you can name and some you can't.

In the distance lies a small lake with crystal-clear water, surrounded by exquisite fountains and sculptures.

Not far from the small lake, there is a rose trellis, where thousands of bright red flowers vie for attention.

That must be an open-air walkway, used for strolling or resting.

At the end of the garden stands a three-story manor.

The building is elegant and magnificent, with exquisite decorations and carvings on the roof. The exterior walls are made of light yellow marble, and some kind of vine covers most of the rest of the walls.

"Welcome home, sir," said the young wizard who held up the Rozier family crest with a smile.

"This is the Rozier family estate located on the outskirts of Paris, now belonging to Ms. Wenda, and is also part of your property."

"No—" Owen tried to wave, but he was too weak to do so. "The old woman is hoping I'll go to heaven soon."

He pursed his lips.

"Look how old she is, probably in her eighties or nineties! But she still looks like a girl in her thirties. I'm afraid I won't be able to outlive her."

Irving walked into the manor with his hands behind his back.

Just kidding—he is, after all, the head of the Rozier family. Although he has never sought revenge, he still needs to have the sense of being the protagonist.

Being looked down upon—this will inevitably lead to the emergence of many cunning and wicked individuals who want to compete with him for his inheritance.

Upon hearing this, his Rozier family wizard merely offered a forced smile and then followed behind without uttering a word.

They soon arrived at the manor.

Outside the massive red oak door stood a witch, gleaming brightly.

She wore a dark green wizard's dress with fitted sleeves, and her hands were crossed.

She was wearing black boots.

The silk skirt flowed like water, gently caressing her legs in the breeze.

She leaned back slightly, her long hair piled up behind her head, not a single stray hair showing on her face.

She had thick, bright red lips, a high nose, and a pair of mesmerizing gray eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were elegantly looking at the people in front of them.

"Hmm? Grandma?"

"It's been such a long time!"

"I've missed you so much!"

(End of this chapter)