I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 45 Close Combat

P.S.: A heads-up for those in the front row!

This book is meant to be lighthearted and entertaining, so please don't expect too much logical rigor from it.

This chapter contains seriously illogical plot points.

If you're a hardcore Harry Potter fan, you absolutely must read this chapter! (Haha)

Okay, some people might find this chapter a bit cheesy, but that's okay, you can skip it. Tomorrow's next chapter will seamlessly connect with the previous one.

However, no one will actually skip this part just because they read it, so—I'll just consider this a personal armor layer for myself.

(Please don't hit me~~~~Funny.)

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"boom!"

Suddenly, Irving clearly felt a momentary blockage in the green light that was clashing with his own.

Then, it suddenly intensified, and the ice blade aimed at him was neutralized by an invisible flame.

It turned into water vapor and dissipated.

Then, a chilling aura, completely unlike that of a human wizard, emanated from Quirrell. Countless bolts of lightning randomly struck from the tip of the wand that was casting the Killing Curse.

"Bang! Crack!"

"Harry, watch out!"

The lightning bolts, transformed into long whips, continuously struck the large tree beside Irving.

In an instant, everything struck by lightning—dust, wood chips, and soil—shattered and turned into dust, swirling in the air.

Suddenly, a splinter flew out from behind Harry and pierced his arm.

Instantly, a piercing pain swept over his entire body.

"Get out of the way!"

There was no time to save him, poor old Harry.

Irving hurriedly raised his left hand, and purple lightning flickered dimly in his hand.

He then casually threw it out. He wasn't yet proficient in ancient magic, especially since this young body greatly reduced the power of all his spells.

But it still has the power to blast rocks.

Next, a strange sight appeared.

Both sides in the attack were under the threat of the death curse, but it was the surrounding environment that was injured.

Big Tree: You're all so high and mighty, bullying me because I don't have legs and can't run away!

"Useless!" The prolonged and evenly matched struggle caused Voldemort to lose patience. He continued to increase his control over Quirrell's body and the amount of magic he used.

This was beyond the limits of what his body could withstand.

"No—Master, no~~" Quirrell's screams began to rise.

On his arm, wounds began to appear as if he had been cut by a sharp blade, and blood and bits of flesh fell to the ground.

"Useless! Useless!" Voldemort roared in anger. He could feel Quirrell's soul frantically rebelling against him, driven by the will to survive. For a moment, he found himself unable to control the body.

"Damn it."

He had only recovered a tiny fraction of his original power. Coupled with Quirrell's resistance, this put him in a dilemma.

Owen did indeed notice Voldemort's unusual behavior.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

His battle plan succeeded.

Voldemort was at his weakest when he was in his first year.

Not only was he barely surviving by parasitizing others, but also because of his parasitism, Quirrell, who provided the life force, was weakened beyond recognition.

If Quirrell could hold his own against the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic before, how many more rounds could he last now, dragging his body with almost no life force left?

So—at this moment, you absolutely must not back down; you must taunt them!

Insane mockery!

If they can create a rift between those two souls, and keep Voldemort from paying attention to them, then they might have a chance to return to the castle alive tonight.

"Harry!" Owen shouted, tilting his head back.

He then forcibly severed the entanglement with Voldemort's Death Curse.

He dodged the curse by sidestepping.

"Today, we have the most powerful dark wizard in history as our sparring partner, so you'd better watch out!"

Having said that, he suddenly bent down and charged towards Quirrell's figure like a pig charging into the ground.

"The first rule of wizarding combat! Always remember! There are limits to the power of a wand!"

"Every wizard has their strengths and weaknesses. The so-called battle is about playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses."

"Coincidentally, I know a little bit of everything!" He was within five steps of Quirrell.

"Take this evil creature in front of us, for example."

With that, Irving unleashed a powerful flashbang. "Ultimate Illumination!"

"His body is so weak, it's obvious he can't fight!"

The intense light instantly illuminated everything around it.

At the same time, Quirrell's eyes were also startled.

"First of all—close combat." With a few sliding steps, Owen came in front of Quirrell, got into a fighting stance, and after dodging a deadly curse that was not very accurate, he raised his foot and kicked Quirrell hard in his most important part.

"Ah~~~" Someone is slaughtering a pig in the forbidden forest.

"Wizards are all about close-quarters combat!"

"Throw your punches fast! Be ruthless! Don't give your opponent a chance to cast a spell!"

"With fifty years of my power (from the first twenty years of my previous life, eighteen in the first playthrough, and twelve in the second playthrough), can he withstand this punch?" With that, Owen swung his fist, which was the size of a sandbag, and jumped up, smashing it towards the door behind Quirrell's hidden black robe.

Having succeeded in striking and stunning the target, the Dark Lord finally had the opportunity to regain control of the body.

"Trying to cast a spell while shouting? Did you even ask me?"

But Irving wouldn't give him the chance. He clenched his fist, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes, leaned his body sharply to the left, and then, using his waist and abdomen to exert force, suddenly swung his fist to the right, delivering a heavy punch to Quirrell's right knuckle.

"Snap!"

The effects of the broken bones permeated the entire forest.

"Ahhhhhh!" Quirrell, who was in a dizzy state, instantly regained consciousness and then let out another scream.

"Once you have the upper hand, you must keep throwing punches, giving your opponent no chance to retaliate!"

Then, Irving grabbed Quirrell's severed arm and pulled it towards himself, before leaping up and slamming his left knee into Quirrell's lung.

"Die!" With his left foot pressing against the lung lobe, he used the momentum to swing his right foot high and deliver a powerful kick, hitting Quirrell squarely on the head.

The immense force sent Quirrell flying backward.

And that already severed right arm was simply ripped off. Blood shot up like a bridge across the sky, then crashed to the ground!

Then Owen raised his wand, and the Killing Curse reappeared!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"They're all petrified!"

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

"Torn apart!"

"Flames are raging!"

His combo was so smooth and fluid that even his ashes were scattered!

—This combo looks exciting, but Irving actually executed it all in just a few seconds.

It utilizes a complete prediction of Voldemort's mad mindset.

snort!

That's why Master Ye isn't here. Otherwise, with Master Ye's attack speed, little Voldemort wouldn't have any chance to show off once he gets close.

If you don't beat the shit out of him, then he's done his business!

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The forest suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry finally managed to make out his surroundings, but he was already somewhat numb with shock.

He didn't see anything; he just listened to Irving giving them a lesson.

Before he closed his eyes, he was still fighting against that dark wizard. How come when he opened his eyes again, Owen had won?

What is this?

Magic is no match for fists?

He could learn some of Jill's magic, register at a martial arts school in Chinatown, and ten years later, he would be invincible in the British wizarding world.

Is the boss good at making money? Is the boss good at making money? Is the boss good at making money?

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