I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 41: Kaishen Logistics Gives a Thumbs Up to Gryffindor

"But someone wants it!" Owen exclaimed with an exaggerated expression in front of the cabin. "It's the Philosopher's Stone!!!"

"Philosopher's Stone!"

"Something that so many wizards dream of!"

"So, Snape wanted it!" Harry suddenly interjected, staring intently at Owen. "Snape wanted the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Snape? What would he need the Philosopher's Stone for? The Resurrection Stone would be more like it."

"Oh! It's just some noseless old monster who wanted the Philosopher's Stone, and Nicolas Flamel entrusted it to Dumbledore for safekeeping for his own safety. It's nothing special," Owen said casually. "Of course, the old headmaster might also be trying to lure Voldemort out and take him down!"

"Enough! Stop talking! Don't mention that name!" The little wizard's reaction was alright, but Hagrid couldn't hide the fear on his face.

He turned around shakily, staring in horror at Owen's handsome face.

At that moment, an equally handsome young man seemed to overlap with him!

They were all so clever, so confident, and so wicked.

Overwhelmed with fear, Hagrid could no longer bear to listen to another word. He hastily herded the group of young wizards back to the castle. Then, in a complex tone, he said that he needed to consider the matter of Norbert.

A few days later, the first Quidditch match of the new semester began.

It's Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

Everyone was present for the match, including Professor Dumbledore, but the result was quite unexpected; the match ended in just five minutes.

Harry caught the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor won big!

Professor Sprout was heartbroken for a long time because of this. Although she didn't have the same fervent love for Quidditch as Professor McGonagall, no one wanted to see a loss.

She even approached Irving after the game to ask him if he had any plans to join the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

The professor believed that since Irving had a high aptitude for all subjects, he must also be a good candidate for flying.

Unfortunately, Irving had absolutely no interest in riding on a stick; if he could, he'd rather fly.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor was in a frenzy of celebration.

Because of their resounding victory over Hufflepuff, they only need to beat Ravenclaw to lift this year's Quidditch Cup.

Wood declared after the match, "This is their most promising year yet."

The overwhelming joy made Harry and his friends forget about the dragon eggs.

They didn't receive Hagrid's letter until the end of March; the dragon had been born.

Owen heard from Hannah that Hagrid had finally decided to send the dragon away.

The date was set for a certain day in early April.

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.

"Hey! Your Boggart is really useful."

On an early April night, the dormitory room was brightly lit by candlelight.

Justin burst through the oak barrel-shaped door with a look of excitement on his face, then stared at Irving.

"You have no idea what just happened!" He picked up a glass of corn juice and gulped it down.

Ernie McMillan and Zacharys Smith also glanced at him. But their eyes involuntarily fell on the blanket beneath Irving.

Merlin's beard!

Even though they had seen it countless times, they still couldn't help but marvel at the fact that someone could sleep on a Galleon.

Merlin! Why doesn't that blanket shed its lint?!

Just one!

one!

They have enough pocket money for a month. (First graders can't go to Hogsmeade Village, so it doesn't cost much.)

"What's wrong? Who did you scare with that again?" Owen rolled his eyes at his heartless, ungrateful son.

After the troll incident, he started giving me the cold shoulder.

But ever since he was bullied by some pure-blood wizards in Slytherin, the dog had a sudden inspiration and remembered the Boggart under his bed. So he shamelessly came to borrow it from him.

"It's Malfoy!" Justin laughed loudly.

"Do you know what he's most afraid of? Haha, it's Harry!" He continued, "Harry with three heads and six arms, he looks so scary, that guy almost peed his pants in fright."

"???"

Irving was taken aback by what he heard.

Did Malfoy get traumatized by Harry's beating?

This...maybe we should see a psychologist! It's not good for the child's development; what if he turns out like Snape?

A chill ran through him, and Irving had to wrap the blanket around himself even tighter.

But—humph!—serves him right! Irving could only say that.

People who have never met or interacted with him can't even imagine how annoying Malfoy really is!

How foul his breath is.

People of mixed race like Irving are alright; at most, he'll just keep saying "mongrel" all the time.

But Justin is a Muggle-born wizard.

Owen could only say that not every Muggle-born wizard is Hermione. Luckily, he had a good relationship with Miss Malfoy in his first playthrough, and she left a deep impression on him.

If he had just faced a normal Malfoy from the beginning.

The only reason he wouldn't be beaten to a pulp while singing "Conquer" is because he can't speak Chinese.

"And then?" he continued.

Because Irving didn't see Justin bring his own suitcase back.

"And then..." Justin's face froze as soon as he mentioned this, and his smile seemed to freeze as well.

After stammering for a while, he finally said, "The frightened Malfoy was shouting and yelling, which attracted Professor McGonagall, so I... I ran back."

"Your suitcase—it should have been confiscated!" he guessed.

Then he stared at Irving with a fearful expression.

Good heavens! Is he going to beat himself up?!

"Teacher Meow?" Owen glanced at Justin, then continued eating his late-night snack, a whole Italian pineapple pizza.

"It's alright, just don't let Snape take it. As for Professor McGonagall—I'll go ask the headmaster for it tomorrow." His voice was unusually light, as if he were going home, opening the refrigerator, stuffing an elephant in, and then closing the refrigerator door.

"However—" After saying that, Owen suddenly remembered that Malfoy was wandering around the castle so late at night.

"And you." Glancing out the window, the silver light shone on the eaves of the castle, reflecting a charming and mysterious atmosphere.

"It's almost midnight. Still wandering around the castle, aren't you afraid of getting caught by the professor? When did you become so bold?"

"My Hannah told me that Harry is going to the observatory today to send off a dragon!" Justin said, making a startling statement.

Eyes lit up!

As a Muggle-born wizard, he could not resist the temptation of a dragon!

Just like how the Muggle wizards of the Ming Dynasty couldn't resist the beast-eared girl transformed from a nine-tailed fox!

"A dragon?" Owen tilted his head back and calculated the time. Hmm—it seems to be in the last few days.

But—was your Gryffindor intelligence network built under the guidance of Chiang Kai-shek Logistics?

It's as transparent as a sieve!

Of the four academies, I learned about two!

Only Ravenclaw is left.

No—they are not unaware, they just choose not to care.

Thank goodness Dumbledore is the headmaster now. If it were anyone else, like Harry Potter, you'd be expelled long ago.

On vacation ~~~~~~ frantically writing ~~

Phone off, computer offline, today I'm going to do 10,000 (scratch that), 8! 6!

Ugh... Ahhh~~~~ My finger is cramping, it's really cramping.

Let's stick with the 4th of the week.

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(End of this chapter)