I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 415 Plan

Overall, this is a Marvel blockbuster from the 1990s, and its explosiveness is no less than that of Avengers: Endgame.

Moreover, the film subtly satirizes the magical world in the final scene.

Just as the main characters, with the help of the fairy (played by Dobby), are about to achieve a great victory in the ruins, the enemy summons a Titan.

At this moment, the Muggle fleet arrived, and the invincible fleet consisting of four aircraft carriers began to bombard the enemy.

Although their appearance is reasonable in the storyline.

But the director still subtly mocked the magical world, implying that saving the world ultimately depends on Muggles.

"It's really well made." Outside the movie theater, a cold wind was blowing. Suddenly stepping out of the warm screening room was very uncomfortable, and the two of them couldn't help but shiver.

However, the slight chill in the wind did not dampen Miss Granger's enthusiasm.

She was still reliving the scenes she had just witnessed.

"It's not bad," Irving said against his will. He gave a wry smile. With this plot, it would be better to rewatch Avengers: Endgame.

In other words, it features many real spells, and the special effects are truly powerful and magnificent.

"I really don't know where the Ministry of Magic found these actors. I mean, there must be wizards among them, right?"

The two walked hand in hand under the dim streetlights.

Owen took a robe out of his pocket and draped it over her shoulders.

"Maybe they're all wizards? They can't exactly cast spells in front of Muggle actors," Hermione continued. "And Dobby—the scene where he sacrifices himself to save Mr. Radcliffe (who plays the protagonist in the movie—a young archaeologist) was so moving; several people in the audience around us were in tears."

"Heh—" Irving's lips twitched. He had too many jokes to make and didn't know where to start.

After a pause, he offered a speculative explanation: "They must have been filming separately."

"If you think back carefully, you'll find that the university, the ruins, the conflict, and the final battle are not in the same place. Most of the scenes that require magic are in the ruins. It seems that the scenes with the wizard actors were filmed first, and then the scenes with the Muggle actors were pieced together based on the results."

"Or maybe those key Muggle actors already knew about the magical world. In any case, the fact that this movie could be released must mean it was approved by the Federation."

"I must say, that's really bold."

The two drove into a deserted alley.

Then, after a series of spatial shifts, he reappeared outside the manor.

"I feel like we can start preparing to film 'Harry Potter' now."

Irving said jokingly.

Filming Harry Potter within the Harry Potter universe seems like a real possibility.

"What?" Hermione turned to look at him, not understanding what Owen meant.

Did he want Harry to become a movie star?

"I mean later—after we defeat Voldemort and the Outer Gods, we can make our story into a movie, like The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit."

"Unless the wizards repeal the Law of Secrecy." Hermione smiled helplessly. Was this the time to be thinking about such things?

"I feel that if things continue to develop as they are now, we're not far from abolishing the Secret Service Act." Owen pushed open the manor door and walked into the living room.

Only Harry and Ginny were on the sofa by the fireplace.

There was no trace of Ron.

"Possibly," Hermione said, "but—why would they make a movie like this? To send a message of goodwill to the Muggle world?"

"You're overthinking it." Owen pulled her to sit on another sofa. "Why would a high and mighty man do something like this?"

"It must be to cover up the 'War of the Sea Gods' incident!" He revealed the truth in one sentence. When he told Justin and the others about this before, he mentioned that the Federation seemed to have a way to deal with it, but Owen did not expect it to be this kind of method.

"Take real events, film them as movies, add fictional storylines, and mix the real and the fake together. In a few years, the real events will become movie plots and become a kind of urban legend. Unless the real victims had relatives or died in the war themselves—the rest of the people who witnessed the ominous signs will have their memories blurred over time, and eventually they will not even be able to be sure whether what they saw 'that day' was real or just what they imagined based on the movie scenes."

In fact, human memory is like this—as intelligent beings capable of 'dreaming,' most human memories are fabricated, filled with self-inflated embellishments. That's why the magical world has the Pensieve, its purpose being to help wizards organize their memories and ensure their authenticity.

"I must say, this is an extremely clever approach."

"Ah—is that so?" Hermione frowned and thought about it carefully. Indeed, the Nazi-made monsters that appeared in the movie did have the appearance of the Omen, at least 70 or 80 percent similar.

It's obvious that this setting was intentional.

As Irving said, the Federation's goal is to disrupt the truth.

"What are you talking about?" Harry and Ginny asked curiously, looking at him with puzzled expressions.

The two were very close, but not touching. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, but it did not cause any significant change.

It seems we still need more time to develop, Irving thought.

It shouldn't be too long.

"Oh! Is that so?" Hermione immediately perked up.

She stared intently at the two of them and began to talk at length about the movie she had just watched.

Her account wasn't necessarily accurate, but it still successfully piqued Harry and Ginny's interest.

"A movie with elements of the magical world!"

Good heavens—this gimmick alone is enough to draw them into the movie theater.

Harry goes without saying.

Ginny also knew about movies.

Owen was shown at Hogwarts, and the twins even bought movie tickets.

"I really want to see," Harry said, his eyes shining.

"You can watch the midnight showing," Irving said, "provided you can understand French."

Films shown in France are, of course, dubbed in French. Foreigners don't have the habit of reading subtitles.

Both he and Hermione understand French, so they can watch the movie without any problems. Even if Hermione doesn't understand some long and difficult sentences, he can act as a translator.

But that would be too difficult for Harry and Ginny.

"Oh! That's a real shame." The light in Harry's eyes vanished in an instant, and he said dejectedly, "I don't understand French."

"The original version of the movie is in English. You can see it in London cinemas; it should have a worldwide release," Owen explained from the side. "Just make sure you get back early."

"Oh! That's great! I can spend a week in Paris first, and then go back to London. We can go see a movie then," Harry said, turning to Ginny beside him.

The red-haired girl was taken aback. She hadn't expected Harry to invite her so directly. A strong sense of joy welled up in her heart, and she readily agreed, as if afraid that Harry would change his mind.

Owen and Hermione witnessed the entire scene.

Both of them smiled.

It seems they've all made room for these two young wizards who are in the ambiguous stage of their relationship.

Lost in thought, Owen pulled Hermione away from the living room.

Harry and Ginny blushed slightly, as if they realized something. Under their watchful eyes, another couple quickly crossed the corridor and went up the stairs.

It eventually disappeared from their sight.

"Oh, right—"

On the second floor, Irving stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Hermione and the girls' room is at the very back.

"I need your help," Owen said.

"What do you need me to do?" Hermione asked nervously, her eyes looking past Owen's shoulder and landing on the door.

"Don't be nervous," the boy said teasingly, brushing a strand of hair from the back of her head. "It's a Christmas present."

"You know, I've saved a lot of people. Almost everyone sent me Christmas presents this year, at least a hundred. They filled the whole house."

He kicked open his bedroom door with his foot, and the dazzling array of gift boxes inside proved that he was not lying.

"We still have some time—I'd like to ask you to open the gift box together."

"Ah—" The little witch seemed quite surprised; she thought

"Just unpacking the box?"

"What? You want something different to happen?" Owen stared at her with a broad smile. "I think it's possible, after all..."

"Just open the box," Hermione said angrily, then pushed him aside and went into his room.

Before Irving could say anything more, she had already moved a chair over and started tearing open the boxes with their colorful packaging as if in a fit of rage.

She was incredibly focused.

Keep your eyes straight, your hands still, and your mind undisturbed.

Only by keeping herself busy like this could she help herself stop thinking about other things—bad things.

"boom--"

The loud slam of the door startled Hermione so much that she flinched and threw the gift box away.

Turning around, his eyes met Irving's blatant gaze.

He did it on purpose.

The little witch seemed to have no doubt about her judgment.

He must have done it on purpose; he just wanted to see me make a fool of myself.

"Alright—that was careless." Owen walked towards her step by step, picking up a gift box and saying, "These are all the patients' tokens of gratitude to their therapists. Each one is full of emotion, so be careful and open them slowly—if you break them, you'll be letting them down."

"Hmm—the night is still long."

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The next morning.

The Rozier Hospital for the Magical Injuries in Paris.

Third floor, Mutation Treatment Department.

Irving is busy.

Before him stood three American wizards, most of whom were seriously injured.

The therapists at the hospital had already lifted most of the curses from them; now it was just a matter of his job.

Sirius and Moody were staring at the wizard on the bed beside him.

Meanwhile, Owen—who was resentfully clearing away the mutated magic—was in the final stages.

Last night—no, it should be evening.

He was happily unpacking a gift box with Granger at the time.

Moody, for some unknown reason, suddenly burst into the manor looking for him.

They insisted on taking him to the hospital.

Then I started working overtime for others.

He is currently treating the fifth patient.

Outside the ward, Harry was craning his neck, peering through the window in the door.

He arrived at the hospital this morning with Ron, who had returned last night.

The parents of Nawi arrived here right after I finished visiting them.

Hermione and Ginny didn't come along—Ms. Rozier seemed to have something to tell them.

"Look! Irving's treatment is over."

Harry saw Owen put away his wand, then step aside, collapse onto the empty bed next to him, and fall asleep immediately.

"Are we about to begin the interrogation?" Ron also leaned over.

The two were in high spirits; they had never seen an interrogation before.

Unfortunately, Sirius Black inside noticed them peeking and waved his wand, causing the bed curtains on the door to close automatically, blocking their view.

"Uh—we've been found out." The two walked away reluctantly with long faces and sat on a bench nearby.

"They always think we're still kids," Harry said.

"Exactly—you and Owen faced off against Mystic last year, and learning some interrogation techniques would be useful. I mean, if we catch a Death Eater in the future, at least we'll know how to pry something useful out of them," Ron said, also dissatisfied.

"Heh—I think Owen would have just used Legilimency without any interrogation at that point," Harry said dismissively.

"Yeah—that's something he's capable of doing," Ron chimed in.

The two exchanged a knowing smile and began to wait quietly.

None of them expected the so-called interrogation to last so long.

For more than an hour, there was still no movement in the room.

"What's going on?" Ron grew increasingly impatient. "Are these American wizards so loyal? They won't say a word?"

"Didn't they bring any truth serum?"

"Veritable Potion is the most precious potion; it's not something you can easily obtain." Harry also felt a surge of frustration. Who wants to spend their entire holiday in the hospital?

"I heard from Bill that it seems to be another incident of something going wrong while excavating ruins, just like the one in Italy, where a lot of monsters emerged from the ruins."

Moreover, the level of professionalism among American wizards is far inferior to that of Gringotts.

"Of course—you know, that's what fairies do, they love digging around underground," Ron said mysteriously. "Bill will be heading to America soon."

To conduct a serious inquiry by the federation.

Take me with you.

"Good heavens—they've unearthed a giant hundreds of feet tall!" Harry said worriedly. "But Owen and Hermione aren't here this time. How are they going to handle this?"

"Who knows?" Ron waved his hand, indicating that it was none of his business and he didn't care.

Just then, the ward door was suddenly opened.

The two young wizards instinctively stood up.

"Not a single word of the truth! Not a single word!"

Sirius stormed out.

He roared, "Even the memories are half true and half false; it's obvious they've been tampered with!"

"Maybe we should give them some truth serum. We have to try it. What if truth serum works better than Legilimency? Maybe we can get something useful out of that mess of memories."

"It's no use." Moody was slightly calmer than Sirius. As an old Auror who had been around for decades, he had seen all kinds of criminals, and that wasn't enough to make him feel like he was in a time warp.

The Demon Eye spun around, and Moody said seriously, "They're all minor characters; they can only possibly know some peripheral information."

"That's still better than listening to an hour of stories here," Sirius Black said, still angry.

In fact, the wizards in the room answered almost every question they asked.

The answer was logically consistent and did not contain any nonsense.

But the problem is that it's too logical; everything is so reasonable that it seems like a pre-prepared reason.

"It seems we're destined to get nothing from here," Moody said.

The two quickly left the corridor.

Harry and Ron wanted to follow, but Sirius stopped them.

Their conversation was not over yet.

At the end of the corridor, by an empty window, they continued their discussion.

"We can only hope that Tonks has made some progress. What about Bill and the others? Have they set off yet?" Moody asked.

"This afternoon," Sirius said, "everything is ready."

"What is he doing?" Moody said, somewhat annoyed. "He should have left days ago, instead of waiting until now."

"I heard he met a girlfriend in Paris," Sirius said casually.

"Girlfriend?" The Demon Eye suddenly focused on Sirius, his face filled with astonishment, as if he had misheard. His expression darkened, and he growled, "He still has the mind to look for a girlfriend at a time like this! It's ridiculous. Doesn't he realize the seriousness of the situation at all? Should I repeat myself again, the world is in crisis?"

"That's part of the disguise," Sirius explained. "He'll also be with Ron, the Weasley's youngest son. Only when he acts nonchalant and carefree will the people behind the scenes lower their guard, giving Tonks an opportunity."

Sirius's reasoning was quite reasonable, but it still made Moody quite unhappy.

In his traditional mindset, they should be serious, cautious, and efficient, and he didn't quite agree with Bill's plan.

"Alright then." Moody finally nodded, acknowledging the plan.

After all, they can't find anything better.

Finalize the plan.

The two then went their separate ways.

Moody's has other jobs.

Sirius Black was responsible for picking up Harry and Ron, and waking up Owen so that he and Harry could go home.

As for Ron—he was sent to the French Ministry of Magic, where Bill was already preparing to depart for America.

In the manor.

Wenda was using her wand to chant spells that Hermione had never heard before, trying to hold together her and Ginny's bodies.

This process was embarrassing.

She felt that the woman in front of her must have misunderstood something.

She could explain why she slept in Irving's bed.

After Irving left last night, she opened the gift box by herself. She didn't know what time it lasted, but she knew that she was very tired and then fell asleep on his bed.

However—it was clear that Wenda didn't quite believe Miss Granger's explanation, which led to the previous physical examination.

This will obviously not lead to any results.

After all, they really didn't do anything.

But perhaps it was just her imagination, Hermione felt that the woman was somewhat disappointed with the result.

(End of this chapter)