I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 47 Please Don't Fall in Love with Me! Miss Granger

Li Huo was like a wild horse, wildly swinging the reins around him!

In just a few breaths, it gave Irving a feeling that felt like years had passed.

This reminded him of the immortal work left by an internationalist fighter.

The Old Man and the Sea.

In the book, the old man stands on the waves, battling a giant fish.

Today, they too walk alongside death and are torn between fire and flames.

but--

"Not enough! Not enough at all!" The violent struggle of the fire serpent instantly made Owen realize that the magic of the few young wizards was completely insufficient to withstand Voldemort's Fiendfire.

Perhaps in the next second, their defenses will crumble, and someone will lose their life!

This has nothing to do with skill, but is purely a contest of how much magic one possesses.

Voldemort, weaker than an infant, could be driven to the brink of despair by a casually tossed Fiendfire, a spell that put even a wizard with top-tier magical abilities in a desperate situation. The biggest difference between them was magical power.

He is too young.

She was only twelve years old.

If he were a few years older.

Just when everyone was in dire straits.

Suddenly, a phoenix's cry rang out from the sky.

Its wings trembled violently, and tiny specks of golden light fell with them.

Then the golden ropes binding the fire serpent suddenly tightened.

It transformed into a curtain, completely concealing the flames.

Then destroy, annihilate!

"Bang!"

The phoenix flew straight at the flames and extinguished them completely.

In the blink of an eye, only waves of heat remained around us.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~"

With the fire serpents gone, everyone collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Owen, having exhausted too much magic, struggled to lift his head and glanced at the remaining blue magic on the open ground.

That is?

—Guardian deity?

He immediately recognized the illusory being as Dumbledore's Patronus.

In all of Hogwarts, no—in all of Britain—and perhaps the world, only its Patronus is such a powerful magical creature as the phoenix.

You should know that the guardian spirits of ordinary people are just ordinary animals or magical creatures with weak magic.

Even powerful magical creatures and guardian deities are rare.

Not to mention the phoenix, such a top-tier mythical creature.

But—the Guardian Spell can be used like this?

Should the guardian spirit unleash a spell?

What kind of operation is this?

Honestly, even on his second playthrough, Owen had never heard of anyone being able to cast a spell using a Patronus.

The most advanced use is to have the guardian spirit carry a portion of the wizard's consciousness, for example, to relay messages.

This can be used to cast spells?

Is it still considered a guardian deity?

Damn it, could this be some kind of Nascent Soul cultivator?! *Knock*

Don't tell me Dumbledore was actually cultivating immortality all along!

Or perhaps he is actually a secondary account of a white-robed wizard who is skilled in using illumination magic and a greatsword?

"Ahem!"

The rising dust made Irving cough a few times.

He gasped for breath and struggled to his feet.

Everything has settled down.

He finally had some free time to go and check on Harry's injuries.

Well—after seeing Harry with sawdust piercing his entire arm.

Irving couldn't help but sigh, this guy truly lived up to the name of Gryffindor.

It would be virtually impossible for any young wizard from another academy at that age to witness such terrifying magic and suffer such severe injuries without fainting or running away.

Only those fearless idiots in the Reckless Academy could have such courage.

"Okay! We should remove the thorns first."

Dragging his weary body, Owen came to Harry's side, who was lying motionless on the ground.

Although the wood chips pierced through his arm, they effectively pressed down on the wound, so the bleeding was not significant.

"Let's go back to the castle first!" he said.

"Won't that dark wizard come after us again?" Hermione was clearly in better condition than Harry, and she was also dragging her tired body.

But his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

It's as if we can fight evil for another hundred rounds.

Only when his gaze falls on someone does that stubbornness subside somewhat.

"Dark wizard, oh no, Miss Granger isn't a dark wizard." Owen gripped his wand and cast a petrification spell on Harry's arm.

"They're all petrified!"

The Petrification Spell is remarkably effective in immobilizing fractures, providing hemostasis, fixation, and pain relief—provided, of course, that you will receive treatment afterward.

After all, petrification only freezes the wound; it does not heal it.

"The fake dark wizard, dressed in a long black robe, dared not reveal his true face. His cold demeanor was anything but approachable. He would only chuckle foolishly, like an idiot."

The true dark wizard, however, possesses a hearty laugh and wears a purple dress. She is of noble birth and always remembers the name of her lord, the goddess of darkness, Gunara.

Every incantation must directly invoke the true name of my Lord.

He slowly rose, his expression gradually turning strange. He placed his right hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Want to become a real magical girl? Come on, learn from me. Guna Ra, God of Darkness, woohoo, Dark Transformation!"

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"Pfft~" Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Irving's quirky joke successfully made her temporarily forget the terrible scene that had just occurred.

This guy always likes to make inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times.

Sometimes Hermione even suspected that he was doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to make her angry.

Intentionally trying to get her attention?

Suddenly, the little witch blushed for no apparent reason. Some strange ideas popped into her head.

She quickly lowered her head, unsure whether it was out of shyness or shame at having such thoughts.

Suddenly, Hermione, with less light, seemed to lose the upright strength of her fluffy hair.

"Hey! Granger, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

Irving smiled slightly, his eyebrows raised in a playful manner.

"Sigh! Most male protagonists would say this at this point, to disguise their filthy hearts."

But I don't know how.

I'll just say it directly.

Miss Granger! Don't like me, please don't like me. I only saved you for money!

"Let me tell you, I'm a wild flower, you can't hold onto me." Owen said with a mocking expression, while continuing to talk eloquently, "Have you heard of the suspension bridge effect?"

It refers to the feeling of one's heart racing when crossing a bridge with trepidation. If, by chance, one encounters a person of the opposite sex at that moment, they may mistakenly believe that this person is their soulmate and develop feelings for them.

Simply put, she mistakenly attributed her racing heartbeat to the other person.

The person of the opposite sex captivated her, thus giving rise to feelings of love.

So, Miss Granger, you get it now.

Go back, take a cold shower, get some sleep, and tomorrow will be a brand new day.

Irving went on and on and on.

However, he didn't notice that Hermione beside him had already turned pale and was getting darker.

"Owen!" she suddenly called out.

"What's wrong?"

"You're a complete bastard!" With that, Hermione, tears welling in her eyes, ran away without looking back.

Working overtime every day is unbearable! What if I want to quit my job?!

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