I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 482 Deviant and Heretical

"I don't understand." Slughorn seemed very agitated, his gaze somewhat aggressive.

What Irving said was, in his opinion, far too unorthodox.

Wizards should adhere to the tradition upheld since the time of Merlin—to conceal themselves.

Although they have now been completely exposed due to the war.

However—the wizard should not continue to widen the cracks in the 'cloak of invisibility' he wears.

The threat Irving mentioned only infuriated him.

"I simply can't believe what Dumbledore has been teaching at Hogwarts all these years!"

"Such intimidation is provocation. How can you guarantee that things won't get worse?"

"All great works require sacrifice to achieve, so what do we have to fear?" Owen said seemingly nonchalantly, his tone as indifferent as the gentle breeze outside the window.

"You seem to be gambling with the fate of wizards all over the world." Slughorn was already very unhappy. In his eyes, Owen was no different from a certain man whose name he could not address directly.

"Then I'm glad we got the best hand."

"Where are the cards?"

"I!"

The boy tapped on the round table. "That's it—"

"Child." Slughorn took a deep breath and looked at Owen again. "Decades ago, there was a wizard just as confident and powerful as you, but—"

Everyone present knew who the wizard Slughorn was talking about was, and on the other hand, they had no doubt that Owen's future achievements would be less than that wizard's.

"Professor, there's an old saying from the Ming Dynasty: 'Learn from the mistakes of those who come before, and be a guide for those who follow.'" Irving said with a smile.

"Besides—failure is called rebellion, success should be called revolution."

He held up one finger and said, "I just feel that the world needs a major revolution right now."

Slughorn stared at Owen, completely baffled by his actions. Forgetting his professorial reserve, he asked directly, "What exactly are you or what are you planning to do?"

"Don't get agitated, Professor." Owen picked up the juice from the table. The juice, placed in a stemmed glass, was sweet and sour like beer and had bubbles. He took a sip, and the milky white residue stuck to his lips.

As Irwin spoke, he wiped away the foam: "I just hope that in the future—in a united human government of wizards and Muggles—wizards will be in a dominant position."

"What?" Slughorn's eyes widened. His undisguised desire to destroy the current world order was no different from that of Voldemort or the Saints.

This is blasphemy, a desecration of wizarding tradition, something only a dark wizard would say!

He unconsciously shifted his gaze from Owen to the others, especially Miss Granger and Harry Potter.

When he realized that the two men didn't seem to be much surprised by Irving's words, he was immediately alarmed!

This shows that these two also agree with Irving's unconventional ideas.

even--

A bold idea suddenly popped into Slughorn's mind.

Perhaps the silver-haired boy in front of him is the leader among these young wizards, and they have already established an organization he is unaware of, just like Tom established the precursor to the Death Eaters at the school.

"Child," Slughorn forced himself, forcing his expression to remain composed, "the wizarding tradition is to remain hidden. This entire legal system has been in place for nearly five hundred years, and all has been peaceful. Why do you want to change it?"

"Because it's outdated, Professor," Owen said calmly. "Wizards, Muggles, we've wasted too much energy building this false 'cloak of invisibility.'"

"The Ministry of Magic and the Federation are nothing more than puppets, merely tools for implementing the Law of Secrecy. They are neither the wizarding government nor do they assume the powers of a wizarding government. The future of wizards is like living in a bubble, indulging in endless daydreams."

"And what about Muggles? They profoundly demonstrate the lowest limits of human morality, repeatedly enacting stories of war and slaughter on this planet. They need a third-party force to unite and guide them, and wizards also need a larger space to live, to stop drowning in their beautiful dreams."

"I believe that the two sides are completely complementary, and win-win cooperation is the best way out."

"But—have you thought about the kind of crisis this could bring?" Slughorn interrupted.

"Everything has its risks," Irving said casually. "You could choke on a sip of water!"

"But compared to the potential gains, I think it's perfectly acceptable." He waved his hand, stopping Slughorn from continuing. "You must be over 130 years old this year. If—I mean, if—Muggles and wizards could really cooperate, and you were sitting in a Martian castle at 150 years old, discussing the successes and failures of the past twenty years with me, do you think that future would still be considered a risk compared to the risks?"

"The Earth is just the cradle of humanity. Are we going to live in the cradle forever?"

What I can't understand is why wizards don't have the idea of ​​looking up at the stars? Why do they have to stay in a small, scattered settlement that seems to be given to us by Muggles and live the same unchanging life for thousands of years?

Are we Native Americans? Defeated by Muggles and scalped?

Irving crossed his arms, his gaze passing over Slughorn and looking out the window behind him. "In my imagination, the future should be an era of unity for all humanity, prosperity, technological advancement, and the colonization of the universe—a time of vast cosmic horizons. I think such an era will arrive very soon."

"No—such a terrible idea will surely attract countless wizards to stop it!" Slughorn cried out.

Upon hearing this, Irving smiled, leaned forward, separated his crossed hands, placed his left palm against his cheek, and tilted his head slightly back.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, passing through her neck and falling to her chest.

At this moment, he exuded unparalleled charm, and an invisible, captivating light enveloped everyone present.

The feeling was like that of a Veela, but a more sophisticated kind of allure.

"Professor—" He parted his lips slightly, speaking in a lazy tone, "Do you think this is a consultation with you?"

"?" Slughorn was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Look around at the professors." Owen's lips curled up as his eyes swept over the others beside him.

Slughorn followed Irving's gaze and looked at the others.

Looking around, everyone present—Hermione, Harry, Hannah, Ron, and the others—most of them wore nonchalant expressions.

And those Slytherins—who should have been enemies of the other houses—all wore indifferent expressions at this moment.

Those purebloods—the pureblood family members who should have upheld the wizarding tradition.

Those high-and-mighty purebloods who would never agree to work under the same roof as Muggles are now tacitly approving.

"this--"

Slughorn suffered a huge blow.

This shocked him even more than Irving's earlier defiant words.

The houses are inherently at odds, especially Gryffindor and Slytherin. Even if one side is just making normal remarks, the other side will take the opportunity to undermine the other.

He had never seen all four academies support him at the same time.

this.

Slughorn suddenly realized that readily agreeing to Dumbledore's offer to return to coaching might not have been such a good thing.

"You must have investigated the OWL exam results of this year's young wizards!" Owen interjected appropriately. "Although the global media's attention has been focused on the war recently because of what happened in Europe, the Daily Prophet still devoted several main pages to reporting on the exam results for a week, right?"

"The British Golden Generation That Broke History"—I think that's a fairly objective assessment.

So—I'm not discussing this with you, but rather describing a point on a river.

Times have changed, Professor.

"The wizards sitting here now," Owen pointed to the people beside him, "are the future directors of the Ministry of Magic, the Minister of Magic, the directors of the Federation, and the president of the Federation."

"I've even always felt that Miss Granger has the potential to be the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom." He laughed. "We're about to witness the dawn of a great era."

"You...you all." Slughorn stared blankly at the other young wizards, finally realizing the terror Owen had described.

Yes, yes!!!

The children before him were far more outstanding than students in any other era in history.

Even Tom back then was nothing more than a self-absorbed genius.

That's nothing compared to the current flourishing of diverse talents.

Just imagine—if every Dark Wizard in the Death Eaters had Tom's power, what couldn't they do!

"Do you all agree with what he's saying? That he wants to start a revolution in the wizarding world?" He didn't ask Hermione or Harry, but rather Ron, Neville, Ernie, and other pure-blood wizards.

"Uh—" Ron shrugged. He hadn't thought about these things, but—"Building a castle on Mars sounds pretty good. George and Fred have modified a lot of Muggle machines, and I think they've been very successful. Combining magic and technology, I think it's a good path."

Ron had seen the twins invent the war machine—although the 'Ancient Puppet' (war machine) was now just gathering dust in the alchemy workshop in Hogsmeade, it was undeniable that even wizards would be impressed by piloting such a steel war machine.

Even if no one else besides Irving could drive it.

But just watching—that battle with the giants—was enough for them to never forget.

Therefore, Ron is open to this.

"Hmm—Muggles have a lot of medical machines, and Professor Victor said some of them are very useful." Neville scratched his head and said, "I spent some time at the Rosier Magical Disability Hospital in Paris and saw firsthand how those improved magical machines saved many people. There's nothing wrong with wizards and Muggles cooperating, right, Professor?"

"I have nothing to say. Owen is the boss of Hufflepuff, and whatever he does, the entire house will support him!" Ernie slammed his hand on the table. "I've disliked Rufus Scrimgeour for a long time. Look at the kind of people the Ministers of Magic have been—the cowardly Connery Fudge, the cruel Barty Crouch, and now this cunning Rufus Scrimgeour!"

"Hmph—with just one word from Owen, we'll snatch Rufus Scrimgeour's birdcage. They can sit in the Minister of Magic's seat, and I think we can too!"

"You're right!" Hannah cheered from the side.

"The Minister of Magic has caused us trouble!" Ernie said.

"That's true," Ron nodded.

"We should support a minister who is completely on our side," Harry said.

He was seething with anger because Rufus Scrimgeour had used him as a pawn and manipulated him for the entire summer.

He could tell that the current Minister of Magic was also a blockhead, perhaps a little better than the previous two, but certainly not much better.

"Now that most of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic have gone to support Europe, it seems like a good time to seize power!" Ginny's eyes lit up, and she suddenly spoke up.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at her.

Goodness—you're serious, Ah Zhen!

"Oh—then we must be wary of the Ministry of Magic's secret fire spirit army," Luna said seriously.

"There is no fire spirit army at all!" Qiu Zhang said, frowning.

"Yes, after Fudge died, he handed over command of the fire elf army to Rufus Scrimgeour, whom he had personally promoted," the elf girl said stubbornly.

"." Qiu Zhang immediately chose to shut up. Clearly, she and Luna had argued about this topic.

Moreover, neither side has gained the upper hand in terms of the other's intelligence.

"Enough!!!"

Slughorn, panting heavily, let out a loud shout.

The fat on his face and waist jiggled from his loud shout.

"Heretical! Heretical!!!"

"Absolutely outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!!"

"What did I just hear?! You dare to plot to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?! Merlin—what has Dumbledore been teaching you all these years?! What?!!"

"I simply couldn't believe my ears."

"Calm down, Professor," Irving said gloatingly.

He certainly wouldn't admit that he started the bandit-like atmosphere at Hogwarts.

All I can say is that he's a little wizard!

It was a blank sheet of paper—but after five years of scribbling and drawing, it was finally all blackened.

"Calm down, calm down."

"Young people are like that—full of youthful vigor, they might brag a little, it doesn't break any laws, right? Why are you so angry?"

"Anger?" Slughorn's eyes widened in fury. "I need to speak with Dumbledore right now! A long talk!"

With that, he got up and left his seat, slammed the carriage door open, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Uh," Irving rubbed his head. This professor—how come his mental fortitude is so low?

"Irving."

Hermione turned to look at him only then; the little witch had been silent the whole time.

(End of this chapter)