I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 475 Hope or Disaster?

"A reply from the hospital?" Owen took the package from under the owl's feet.

Mrs. Weasley fed it half a sausage.

"What happened?" Hermione turned her head.

Irving first opened the package, which contained several plant seeds, each about the size of a thumb.

"Not a reply?" He was taken aback. If it were a reply from the hospital, why would they send him this?

He quickly tore the letter open.

Kyrie Irving:

—I've found a way to spot the imposter in a crowd.

"???"

Irving paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and quickly continued reading.

—Do you remember the magical plant I took from Professor Sprout?

—A magical plant called Qu Yi Cao.

—The following are the characteristics of Qu Yi Cao.

—This is a magical plant that grows within the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Legend has it that it possesses extremely high spirituality and can see through people's hearts and distinguish between loyalty and treachery.

—The tall, upright creeper looks no different from ordinary weeds. When a kind person passes by, it sings a cheerful song. But when it encounters a wicked person, the tips of its leaves bend and curl in the direction of the wicked person, pointing them out.

—Yes, I encountered the phenomenon of Qu Yicao suddenly curling and pointing at something several times in Rozier's Magical Disability Hospital. Later, after inquiring with the therapist, I learned that those people were all [Impersonators].

—I've already tested it, and it really is true.

—I sent you a bag of Qu Yi Cao seeds; you can try cultivating this amazing plant.

—Neville Longbottom

Irving's gaze lingered on the last name. Neville had written his name extremely sloppily, and even misspelled the last word.

This confirms his excited state of mind at the time.

"this?"

He handed the letter to Hermione, who was standing nearby, and then placed the seeds back in his palm.

"If this is true."

With a whoosh, Irving stood up from his chair.

"Mrs. Weasley, do you have any extra flowerpots or fertilizer in the garden?"

"Yes, it's in the compartment behind the door," Mrs. Weasley answered instinctively.

She grows many flowers and plants to pass the time, so naturally she has those kinds of things.

Irving didn't offer much explanation, but instead rushed straight to the backyard garden.

He picked up several empty flower pots from under the stone fence and found some fertilizer in the compartment.

He planted the seeds, fertilized them, and covered them with soil.

Irving's experience in cultivating magical plants had reached a point where Professor Sprout could no longer teach him anything more.

He can even research and develop new varieties of amazing plants on his own.

It's just planting Quyi grass, nothing special.

"It's a pity that all the best magical fertilizer is in the greenhouse," Owen said regretfully, looking at the tender shoots that had sprouted after watering the Qu Yi Grass. "That was all personally prepared by Professor Sprout. Just a little bit is enough to make plants sprout and grow in a short time."

Of course, growing up does not mean maturing; the growth cycle of these amazing plants is generally very long.

It often happens that it takes one or two years, or even two or three years.

While magical fertilizer can speed up this process, even ordinary magical plants still need one or two months to grow.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard. Is that true?"

"Navie is amazing!"

Meanwhile, during the time Owen planted the Wrigley's Blade, the young wizards in the restaurant had all finished reading Neville's letter.

Hermione arrived at the garden immediately.

His complexion was rosy, and his bright, piercing eyes were full of intelligence.

Harry and his friends followed closely behind.

"Irving, is this true?"

"Probably, wait for tomorrow's Daily Prophet." Owen took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "After Neville writes to me, he will definitely tell Professor Dumbledore or the Fellowship of the Union about the Quetzalcoatl. There are Fellowship members everywhere in the hospital, that's for sure."

The wizards of the Federation will certainly verify this information, which will take about a day or two. I believe Neville wouldn't lie, so from the time we received this letter, the journey should take about two or three days. Tomorrow or today's *Daily Prophet* will definitely have this on its front page. Both the Federation and the Ministry of Magic will choose to inform all wizards of this news as quickly as possible.

"Yes." Hermione nodded firmly. "Everyone will definitely be scrambling for Qu Yicao then."

"Great! We finally don't have to worry about imposters sneaking into Hogwarts after school starts!" Harry said excitedly.

"We can't let our guard down completely," Owen said, pouring cold water on our composure. "Our battle with the gods is a spiral of escalation. As the saying goes, the devil is always one step ahead of the saint. We have no idea how Qu Yicao identifies the Imposters. Perhaps it can only identify a portion of them, or perhaps it can only identify the previous Imposters and is powerless against the new Imposters that Voldemort has cultivated."

"These are all unknowns, so the alarm cannot be turned off yet."

"Besides the Imposters, there are also Death Eaters and the Purifiers."

“Owen is right,” Hermione said. “We still have too little intelligence. If there are loopholes in the identification of the 'Witch's Herb,' then the relaxed wizards may be vulnerable to all-round infiltration by the enemy.”

"Now is not the time to let our guard down."

"Okay, I was a little too eager." Harry calmed down a bit. He was actually thinking that if the Imposters had a natural enemy, Sirius's workload would definitely be greatly reduced, and maybe he would have more time to spend with him.

"Even if we can only recognize some of the imposters, it's a good thing," Ron said.

"Yes, this is something to celebrate. The battle of the imposters has finally seen a glimmer of hope," Ginny said.

"Uh-huh."

Everyone immediately cheered up again.

This made them even happier than when they achieved excellent results.

For the next few weeks, Owen was busy traveling between Hogwarts and the Burrow.

There is no evidence of large-scale cultivation of *Quercus acutissima* throughout Europe.

Even within the Ming Dynasty, this magical plant was just one of many magical herbs, and it had never been cultivated on a large scale.

The only place in the entire Irwin Creekside that has the most space is the Hufflepuff common room.

Professor Sprout trained a large number of students last semester to decorate the school.

Owen's guess was correct. The day after receiving Neville's letter, a frenzy of buying up Creepingweed swept through the entire wizarding world.

The Daily Prophet

Sing a Different Tune

Wizard Weekly

The Gargoyle's Roar

The New York Ghost

Major newspapers across the Western world featured the event on their front pages, with large, bold fonts.

It lasted for a whole week.

Sirius replied to him, briefly explaining the attack on the Federation headquarters. He said no data was lost because Dumbledore had not left any data with the Federation.

Then he focused on Qu Yicao's matter, and Professor Sprout had been invited to Paris.

Poor Professor Horace Slughorn was dragged along even before the semester started.

Of course, he would definitely be willing to join in the fun, after all, this is a great opportunity to increase his reputation.

Finally, Sirius asked him to take a few Wormwood plants from Hogwarts to the Burrow and to take care of Harry.

Without him saying a word, Owen had already secretly started taking away Hogwarts's Creepy Grass.

First, the Hufflepuff common room, then the Hogwarts gardens.

However, Irving's free shopping spree didn't last long, as it was soon discovered by Professor McGonagall, who lived in the castle.

There was no other way—he was forced to vomit up most of the Wrigley's, leaving only a few pots. Even the Wrigley's seedlings grown from the seeds Neville had given him were mostly confiscated by Professor McGonagall.

This made Owenton feel regretful. Although it was a bit greedy to make a fortune from disaster at this time, most of the Wrigley's Herbs at Hogwarts were cultivated by him. There were so many magical plants in the greenhouse, how could Professor Sprout possibly take care of them all? He was responsible for most of them.

Besides, if he dared to sell a single plant for 100 gallons, that would be animalistic. Selling a single plant for 1 gallon, earning a hard-earned living, isn't unreasonable!

Now look what's happened; I'm afraid I won't get a single penny.

A few days later, Bill appeared at the Burrow, accompanied by Fleur and her sister, Gabrielle.

Bill looked thin and haggard, with a stern expression. His long red hair was somewhat dry, and he had some injuries, but none of them were fatal.

Furong looked a little better, but she was still disheveled and had lost her former charm.

"The wattle greenhouse in Paris was attacked by the Purifiers," he said, bursting into the kitchen and devouring a pork sausage. "They've had a brutal battle in broad daylight with the Federation's Special Operations Team and the French Aurors. Dementors got involved too, and hundreds of Muggles have had their souls drained."

"All of Paris was engulfed in war."

"It's absolutely terrifying," Ginny murmured.

"How could they do this?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"They've gone mad, the Death Eaters have gone mad, the Purifiers have gone mad, the wizards have gone mad, the world has gone mad!!!" Bill cursed, frowning.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley arrived. She exclaimed in surprise, then immediately embraced Bill, patting her son's back and comforting him while crying.

Irving understood perfectly; Bill had witnessed too much death, resulting in a temporary stress response.

Everyone reacts differently to this situation. For example, Ron remained silent after being hit, while Bill became irritable.

"Qu Yicao not only failed to bring peace, but instead triggered a larger-scale and more intense war."

People are dying all the time.

"Wizards are dying, and Muggles are dying too," Fleur murmured, her beautiful face filled with coldness.

Looking at her now, you can hardly see the somewhat arrogant, somewhat noble, and somewhat mischievous Furong from a few years ago.

"It's alright, we're home, we're home." Mrs. Weasley hugged Fleur, who was a head taller than her, but at this moment, she was her support and safe haven.

“Mom, this isn’t over,” Bill said, standing up. “Paris is in chaos, and soon the chaos will spread to other places.”

"Our work isn't finished, we can't stay here."

"Gabrielle," Fleur called out, then pulled over a small girl hiding behind her, whose face was pale and whose body was stiff.

"Madam, this is my sister," she said. "I hope you can look after her for a while; I can't find a safe place anymore."

"Oh, of course, I mean, this is your home, don't be shy." Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes and took Gabrielle's hand from Fleur's.

"Perhaps you can rest for a few days, and I'll arrange the rooms."

Before she could finish speaking, Bill interrupted her. "Our comrades need us. Mom, I'm so sorry."

"sorry."

"No," Mrs. Weasley said, tears welling in her eyes.

"We must leave immediately. Rufus Scrimgeour has already diverted men to stop a group of Aurors from supporting Paris. We must depart at once."

"Speak," Bill said, turning to leave the Burrow.

"I'm sorry, Madam. I didn't expect our first meeting to be like this." Hibiscus forced a smile.

Then she looked at the other young wizards in the living room.

"Hermione, Owen! And Harry."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"It's just... goodbye."

After saying that, she and Bill walked out of the Burrow again, and the moment they left the range of the Anti-Apparition Charm, they disappeared from the spot.

"Oh—poor child." Mrs. Weasley broke down in tears.

Ginny and Ron could only step forward to comfort her.

But it didn't help; the crying continued.

The atmosphere gradually became oppressive.

Hermione's face darkened as she walked toward Gabrielle, managing a forced smile.

She became close to Gabrielle in fifth grade, and also got along well with her sister because of Fleur.

The girl in front of me, who seemed to have lost her soul, was like a completely different person compared to two years ago.

I can't even imagine what she's been through during this time.

Harry stood there, stunned.

He had a letter from Hogwarts in his hand.

That was great news: he had been chosen as the captain of the Quidditch team.

But now, no matter what, he can't be happy.

The twins also rushed down from upstairs.

During this time, Hogsmeade Village remained under martial law, and they could only stay in their rooms to conduct their research.

They originally thought that once the herb was promoted, they would soon return to the alchemy workshop in Hogsmeade.

But now.

No one could have imagined that the Qu Yi Cao (a type of grass) would bring hope.

Ultimately, it became the trigger for war.

The flames of this war quickly spread to other places.

The third week of August.

A werewolf attack occurred in Italy, and it was later determined that approximately eighty werewolves attacked the Ministry of Magic. Aurors and Muggles suffered heavy casualties.

At almost the same time, an attack also occurred in Greece, where hundreds of vampires, led by a few progenitors, severely damaged the already crumbling Ministry of Magic.

Before people could even catch their breath, Germany witnessed the horrifying scene of tens of thousands of undead besieging Berlin. NATO troops marched directly into Berlin and fought them for two days and one night.

The world is teetering on the brink of collapse.

As the last day of the third week of August passed.

People seemed to have come from hell.

(End of this chapter)