I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 49 The Plan Moved Ahead, The Philosopher's Stone (Transitional Chapter)

At this moment, outside the school hospital, Hannah, Justin, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville, who had gotten lost along the way, all rushed over.

"You are the most esteemed VIP to me. I'll even write a song just for you to commemorate your contributions to Hogwarts."

"Contribution?" Old Deng smiled slightly and said calmly, "What contribution? However, I am quite interested in the song you wrote. Could you sing a few lines a cappella?"

"Of course, no problem, I've thought it all out." Owen, sitting on the edge of the bed, clapped to some inexplicable rhythm and started singing a classic magic song.

"Legend has it that there's a Hogwarts~"

"There's a really something special about this principal!"

"Every wizard who receives his guidance hopes for a better world."

"Growing bigger and smaller, it's truly amazing, just a spell and a symbol~"

"It can easily become a mess if you're not careful~"

"A great suggestion from the principal!"

"Let's make a promise to be together~"

"Let's go find the secret of magic~"

"You can see chocolate!"

"Especially the land provided by the Duke's family~"

"I know he can't do anything about it."

A strange tone, carrying a hint of sarcasm, echoed in the air above the school hospital.

This left the group of young wizards who had just entered the ward stunned.

Wow, I never would have guessed! Little Kyrie Irving has such talent!

She can even write songs!

Awkward music.

It only took one day to a day for the song to spread throughout every corner of Hogwarts.

Don't be fooled—just by listening to the sound and not seeing the visuals, you'd really think this was the Fairy Castle!

After lying in the school hospital for three days.

Irving miraculously recovered and walked out of the ward with a cheerful smile.

Ah~~~~

My dear Hogwarts.

Your most loyal little wizard, I'm back!

then

Professor McGonagall, who was passing by, told him to go to the headmaster's office. Dumbledore was waiting for him.

Is this another month-long moral education lesson?

With a perpetually sullen face, Irving dawdled at a snail's pace toward the principal's office.

However, unexpectedly, Dumbledore did not give him any special treatment.

Instead, he told him in a very serious manner.

I touched his wand when I visited him during the time he was in a coma.

Then came a whole bunch of difficult technical terms. In short, the wand contained powerful dark energy, but for some reason, it was currently 'dormant'.

The headmaster hoped he would be more careful in choosing his wand.

Ha ha!

cautious?

dark?

power?

Knock! That's what I meant.

I am Owen Sanchez! The former kingpin of the dark fantasy genre.

The Death Eaters' second-in-command!

A top-tier wizard who can stir up trouble in Europe with just one hand!

Are you afraid of this?

Come, watch closely, Dumbledore.

This wand is yours, I don't want it anymore!

Ahem! Just kidding.

Irving wasn't afraid at all; he'd love to be covered in dark gadgets.

After making those harsh remarks.

He turned and ran out of the office.

Walking down the eighth-floor corridor, the flow of people gradually decreased, and then he quietly found a secluded corner.

He drew his wand.

"The power of darkness~"

"hiss?"

"How do I turn it on?"

"Balala Energy?"

"The Dark God of Gunara?"

Could it be—cough cough!

Ah! Wand that conceals dark power, reveal your true strength before me! Now, in the name of your master, I command you—release the seal!

Okay, it's completely useless.

Staring at the wand in his hand, which was engraved with phoenix feathers, Owen slightly pursed his lips, then put it away.

"I must look like an idiot right now," he muttered to himself.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

But when I turned my head

He saw Hermione standing at the end of the corridor, holding a huge stack of books, staring intently at him.

"This word, for example, isn't used very accurately," she said.

Then, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The crescent moon rising above her face resembled a mysterious lake, faintly shimmering with light.

—I laughed until I cried.

Well—it seems that someone's dark and powerful image has been shattered beyond repair.

May.

Time slips by quietly.

Early summer is approaching.

But the gift Grandpa promised never seemed to arrive.

Irving had given up hope since April, and damn it, Grindelwald also used a parent's tactic of "we'll buy it later" to fool people.

This past month has been the most relaxed and carefree one he's ever had.

Apart from one noseless guy who was always thinking about how to veil him, Hogwarts completely satisfied his needs.

Even Hagrid's opinion of him improved considerably after he saved Harry and the others once again.

The initial impression changed from dislike to neutral.

He stated that he would accept Irving again as long as Irving stopped wreaking havoc on the school's communal owl and the magical creatures around his cabin.

However, Irving doesn't think so.

Good grief, you just accept it like that?! Did you even ask my rice bowl?

Let's talk about it after we've eaten our way through the area around Hogwarts!

Final exams are approaching.

In addition to daily review.

Harry and his friends have been coming to him every week for a month straight to "get beaten up".

From initial spell tutorials to real-world combat analysis.

The phrase Owen said to Harry most often was—never underestimate anyone in a fight.

This is not a joke. Nor is it some kind of moral code of respecting others by beating someone up.

In the world of Harry Potter, magic is a matter of imagination.

Many forms of magic require the application of emotions.

Therefore, theoretically, it is possible for a protagonist, driven to the brink of despair, to shout loudly, and then background music begins.

——Infinite dream of the world.

The protagonist, as if blessed by heaven, experiences a surge in magical power and defeats the boss with a single blow.

After all, even Voldemort suffered greatly; the magic of love is domineering and inexplicable.

Who can I reason with?

Therefore, Owen may be the first wizard in the entire magical world to elevate the theory of superior firepower.

When you have the upper hand, you must spare no effort to completely and thoroughly eliminate your opponent.

Find a few spells you're familiar with, combine them, and unleash combos.

For example: Shameless sneak attack - Ultimate Glowing Flash - Petrification Charm - Cutting Charm - Fire Charm - Weather Charm, and his ashes were scattered.

Alternatively: Flowing Spring - Ironclad Spell - Freezing Spell - Weather Spell - Obstacle Spell - Petrification Spell - Explosion Spell, which mainly focuses on defense and counterattack, controlling combos.

Or perhaps: Imperius Curse – Crucifixion Curse – Killing Curse. A black wizard's signature three-part combo.

There are all sorts of options, but you have to find the one that suits you best.

As a naturally gifted player, Harry quickly figured out a fighting style that combined shameless sneak attacks with ultimate glowing flashes and disarming spells.

However, Harry wasn't happy about it.

Because he was troubled, even though he had mentioned the Philosopher's Stone, Snape, and even the trapdoor under Lucky's feet on the fourth floor.

But Dumbledore remained unmoved and took no action.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

In the afternoon, city leaders came to inspect the area, greatly reducing the time available for slacking off.

By the way, the weather has turned cold recently, everyone please remember to keep warm. Every time my mother blows a blast of cold air, my fragile body starts to ache all over. It's really uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)