I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 478 In Diagon Alley

(Previous chapter has been revised)

"They're all petrified!"

Owen waved his wand, casting a spell. Before the black-robed wizard could recover from his shock, he was struck by the sudden petrification spell. His body instantly stiffened, as if encased in cold stone. Then he plummeted from the sky.

However, Owen did not stop there. He swung his wand again, and an invisible blade sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for the black-robed wizard's accomplice. The accomplice clearly realized the danger and hurriedly cast an armor charm to defend himself.

However, before he could even feel happy, his pupils were consumed by the green light, and he too fell to the ground.

"Minion?" Owen cast the flight spell again, hovering in mid-air, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He had expected a fierce battle, but the opponent's performance had exceeded his expectations.

Some of the dishes made him suspect that they were deliberately sent to their deaths.

He frowned slightly, a sense of doubt rising in his mind. Could it be that they weren't Death Eaters, or even the Purifiers?

Dark wizards, feared figures in the magical world, are numerous, but not all possess the terrifying abilities of the Death Eaters.

Most of them are driven by profit, embarking on a path of illegal buying and selling, and gradually falling into darkness.

The history of magic records the names of countless powerful dark wizards and their organizations, but only the Death Eaters and the Saints were founded with the sole purpose of overthrowing the existing magical system.

These two organizations recruit the elite of the magical world, whose strength is often at the Auror level, making them naturally powerful.

Now—the moment Owen clashed with these black-robed wizards, he could clearly sense that these black wizards were not very strong.

Their reactions and combat skills were mediocre, even inferior to some Hogwarts junior wizards.

In a wizard's battle, spells are secondary.

Origin magic has gradually faded into obscurity precisely because even under a sky full of stars, the stars cannot harm agile wizards. Similarly, even if these guys have learned some powerful spells from Voldemort, it won't be of much use.

The timing of casting spells, the coordination between spells, and the real-time control of battlefield dynamics are all far more important than a powerful spell.

Thinking of this, Irving couldn't help but sneer.

I have something on my mind.

"Lightning Storm—"

He pointed his wand sharply into the sky and chanted a spell:

In an instant, several bolts of lightning as thick as an arm descended from the sky.

"Click—"

A bright white light illuminated the sky. A powerful electric current struck the black mist that was hurtling towards him.

Some invisible armors rose from the black mist, barely managing to block the lightning. But this caused most of them to freeze in place, and some were struck by stars and tumbled to the ground.

Some were struck by lightning, their bodies trembling and twisting in the electric current, and ultimately unable to bear the immense pain, they fell from the sky, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing into the night sky.

Irving looked at the scene before him without feeling the slightest pity.

Since they have embarked on the path of dark wizards, even if some of them were coerced by Voldemort or forced by the Death Eaters, they must bear the consequences.

His so-called "consequences" are actually quite simple.

Just go die.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!"

Above the earth, stars bombarded the earth like a meteor shower, each impact bringing a deafening roar, as if to tear the entire world apart.

The enormous roar not only terrified the black-robed wizards in the sky, but also filled the Muggles watching from below with fear.

After Owen decisively killed many black-robed wizards, the black-robed wizards who were still alive in the sky finally realized how great the gap in strength between themselves and this silver-haired "girl" was.

They had originally thought they could fight it with the power of dark magic, but now they felt immense fear and despair.

A profound fear began to grow in their hearts, devouring their courage like a beast in the darkness. They began to doubt whether they had made the right choice to come here, and even whether Voldemort was capable of defeating such an opponent.

This kind of thinking happens in the blink of an eye.

After a few breaths, the remaining black-robed wizards made their choice.

In the air, they exchanged a glance.

The next moment, the most correct answer was chosen.

Run away.

Casting two spells into the sky is enough to justify the reward from the Dark Lord. Is it really necessary to risk your life?

They weren't those demons who would foolishly throw away their lives so easily.

Above the sky, several streaks of black mist scattered and fled like exploding fireworks, their speed astonishing.

Hermione glanced at Owen, her eyes shining with admiration.

"I think you have no rivals now, except for those Outer Gods," the little witch said with a hint of certainty.

Irving smiled slightly, without giving a direct answer, and simply said, "I may lack experience."

He wasn't lying; he did lack experience in dueling wizards.

But what about the gods?

After peering into Zhang Xiaolin's memories, he also gained access to parts of the memories of the goddess Diana and the supreme will of Ionia.

He knew several of the magic spells used by the gods.

But those spells are of limited use against wizards.

However, Hermione didn't think so. She looked at Owen seriously. "I don't think so."

She genuinely believes that Owen today may be on par with legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Owen smiled but didn't say anything more. He flew to Hermione's side, put his arm around her waist, and said, "Well, here's one."

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Hermione blushed slightly.

In the past, she would have been flustered and blushing, unsure of what to do, because of the boy's sudden hug.

But now—she's gradually gotten used to it.

She even had the courage to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her head in his chest.

Owen readily accepted Hermione's transformation. It was the result of his gradual efforts over the past two weeks.

Of course, this change is insignificant. When Miss Granger can't sleep without him warming her bed, then he's succeeded.

High in the sky, the stars have faded.

Dark clouds gathered again.

Owen looked down, his gaze sweeping over Hermione's hair before falling to the ground.

The ground, riddled with craters, looked as if it had been bombarded by rockets several times.

Everywhere there were broken roots and limbs.

Some of the undead, still alive, lay on the ground, howling.

Owen looked around, then held the Phoenix Wand and pointed it at the ground.

"Fire Release: Protective Style!"

Azure flames burst forth from the tip of the staff.

Almost instantly upon its birth, it transformed into a fire dragon.

"roar--"

The dragon proudly raised its head.

Spread its wings and bend down.

It spewed out large swathes of flame from its mouth.

Blue flames suddenly burst into flames on the earth.

The flames ignited very quickly, even affecting some ordinary Muggles.

They panicked and tried to retreat to avoid the flames.

But how could a person run faster than the speed of a burning flame? Soon they were engulfed by the flames.

However, the anticipated excruciating pain of being engulfed in flames did not come.

They only felt a very slight warmth, and nothing else.

Apparition—Owen and Hermione appeared beside Harry.

High above, after the black wizards fled, the fairies on earth also scattered like birds and beasts.

Harry was even a little unsatisfied; he still had several powerful spells to try out.

Upon seeing Irving, his face clearly showed the expression that said, "They collapsed before I even exerted any effort."

"Alright, stop with that long face, Ha, War God, we should get going." Owen couldn't help but laugh. Hermione blushed and got off him.

"What about these flames?" Harry ignored the intimate gestures between the two in front of him and instead pointed to the burning dark blue flames.

"Don't worry, the flames will only burn the corpses of those Yin Corpses, they won't ignite anything else."

"With such a commotion, even if the German Ministry of Magic is short-staffed, they'll send someone over immediately. We'll leave the rest to them."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

The group formed a circle, and a golden light emanated from Sirocco's neck.

The next moment, everyone disappeared from the spot.

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A week later.

Break the Cauldron Bar.

The young wizards came with the Weasleys to buy this year's textbooks and robes.

Hagrid was waiting for them at the Leaky Cauldron.

Upon seeing him, he excitedly stepped forward. "Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny," he said gruffly, pulling Harry into a tight embrace. "And you two, Owen and Koyatl, right? How were things? How was your summer vacation? It's so good to see you all. You have no idea how much Gropp missed you guys..."

"Oh, how has he been lately?"

Hagrid looks alright; at least he's not badly injured.

"Very good, he's learned to be polite and his temper isn't as bad as before, thanks to you all—well—mainly Hermione," Hagrid said, his expression still somewhat unnatural. Miss Granger's parenting style was a bit harsh; after Gromp was beaten up several times and finally realized he couldn't beat the little girl, he became much more obedient. "But I haven't found a new female giant to keep him company yet."

"Then take your time looking." Owen shrugged. He had little hope that Grop would find a wife. Among pure-blooded giants, he was too short, and half-giants were even less likely to be interested in pure-blooded giants.

In short, the future looks bleak.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Hagrid and the Weasleys crossed the bar and entered the gloomy backyard where the dumpsters were stored. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and tapped on a brick in the wall, instantly creating a doorway leading to a winding cobblestone path.

They stepped through the doorway and stopped to look around.

Just as they had been hearing, Diagon Alley had completely changed.

The display windows, once adorned with spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons in a dazzling array of colors, are now completely obscured by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic. These intimidating purple notices are mostly enlarged versions of the safety advice from the pamphlets distributed by the Ministry of Magic during the summer.

Some of the notices also featured black-and-white photos of wanted Death Eaters.

Of course, many more photos were of a city ablaze with flames, or of stars falling from the sky.

Those two photos appear to have been taken by Muggles; the images are static and very blurry, taken with a camera from 1996, on a dark, rainy night. You can't even see a person.

"You've really made a name for yourselves again!" Hagrid said.

"Hey—that's slander! We didn't go anywhere!" Owen immediately said.

The Weasleys, who were standing in front of him, glanced back at the young wizard, and their expressions immediately turned sour.

"Yes, yes, yes—" Hagrid said nonchalantly, "but everyone thinks you did it, Hermione. You'd better watch out, I reckon Mystic hates you now."

Owen originally intended to do it openly, but there were neither Aurors nor wizard reporters around at the time, and the photos were taken by Muggle soldiers, so they were blurry and only showed some scenery, with no people in sight.

Then why would he admit anything? His main tactic is to deny everything. That will save him a lot of trouble.

"Alright," Mrs. Weasley said with displeasure, "you're not children anymore. Can you please stop doing these worrisome things?"

"The world is so big, with the Ministry of Magic and the Federation, it's not going to happen to you little wizards."

"Yes, Mother," Ron said, tilting his head back. He didn't argue with Mrs. Weasley because he knew that if he did, he would be met with hours of endless verbal criticism, something he had already experienced several times in the past few days.

"I don't think you've been listening at all," Ron's reply still ignited Mrs. Weasley's anger.

Owen cautiously stepped back a few paces, distancing himself from Hermione.

Keep walking forward.

It is clear that several shop windows have been boarded up, including Florin Fosco's ice cream shop.

On the other hand, many dilapidated stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.

The nearest stall was set up outside Flourish and Blotts under a stained striped awning, with a cardboard sign nailed to the front: Amulets that protect against werewolves, Dementors, and Shadows.

A scruffy little wizard was selling a large string of silver mascots tied with chains to passersby, shaking them so that they rattled loudly.

"Madam, would you like to buy one for your little girl?" he called to Mrs. Weasley as they passed by, giving Ginny a lecherous look, "To protect her pretty neck?"

"Get out of my way!" Harry shielded Ginny behind him and glared fiercely at the slovenly man.

The little witch was suddenly dragged away, and when she looked up again, all she could see was Harry's back.

I was incredibly happy.

"If I were on duty..." Mr. Weasley said, glaring angrily at the amulet seller.

Owen glanced at the silver amulet in the man's hand.

Hmm—how should I put it!

From a jewelry perspective, it is indeed worth two coins.

It's silver after all, and the design is nice and festive.

But if we're talking about protection, a helmet is better. Those things are somewhat useful.

"Yes, but don't go around grabbing people now, my dear, we're short on time." Mrs. Weasley said, glancing anxiously at a list. "I think we'd better go to Madam Malkin's Robes Shop first. Everyone needs new clothes; they're all growing too fast. Okay, let's go."

They really should buy new clothes.

Of course, it's not just things like robes.

There are also some that are cuter, or rather, sexy.

Owen glanced at Hermione, who was choosing a robe.

She's debating whether black or dark blue would be better.

Honestly, he didn't see any difference between the two.

Moreover, he always felt that the older girls' long gowns weren't as cute as those of the younger girls.

It might be because the skirt was changed from a pleated skirt to a regular skirt.

In short, he would rather buy some daring clothes than Hogwarts uniforms.

"Okay, you can buy them all and wear them interchangeably." Seeing Hermione struggling with her dilemma, Owen offered his valuable advice.

Boys don't seem to have this kind of trouble.

Madam Malkin quickly finished tailoring the clothes for the three of them according to their sizes, with Harry and Ron both choosing black school uniform robes.

Owen himself, on the other hand, was being recommended a light blue silk robe by Mrs. Malkin, her eyes sparkling. It was clearly in the style of Beauxbatons; Mrs. Malkin had apparently stolen their techniques and style.

However—that robe looks like a women's style no matter how you look at it.

It made Irving's eyelids twitch.

After much persuasion, Mrs. Malkin finally gave up her bold idea.

Women's clothing and such

When I was a child, I didn't think much of it, but as I grew up, I suddenly felt a little ashamed.

This gave Ron an immediate handle to use against him, and he then brought up the summer vacation five years ago in a sarcastic tone.

A certain cross-dressing master is swaggering around in public without a care in the world.

Irving glared at the guy, which shut him up.

Some of their dark histories are truly hard to handle.

—After the textbooks and robes were sold out.

The group then visited the Magical Jokes shop that the twins owned in Diagon Alley.

To put it simply, it was like an amusement park.

A giant hot air balloon floated above the shop, towing a banner that read "Weasley's Joke Shop." It was clearly visible even from a distance; no other shop in Diagon Alley advertised in this way.

Beneath the hot air balloon, a giant doll resembling twins is positioned in the center of the shop, constantly taking off and removing its hat.

It used an exaggerated tone to loudly proclaim its welcome, attracting passersby.

It's so eye-catching, so incredibly eye-catching, that no one can ignore this shop.

The landmark building in Diagon Alley used to be Gringotts, but now it's Fred and George's little shop.

As you get closer, you can see a dazzling array of colorful items in the shop window on the left, displaying all sorts of rotating, twitching, flashing, jumping, and screaming products. The colors are so intense that tears well up in my eyes as I look at them.

A huge poster covered the right-hand shop window, purple like the Ministry of Magic's notices, but with bright yellow lettering:

Why are you worried about the mysterious person?

You should pay attention to constipation—the feeling of constipation torments many Chinese people.

Okay—it's a low-level pun.

But the only ones who would dare to joke about Voldemort are the Gemini.

(End of this chapter)