I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

In Chapter 495, in the principal's office, the past history was recounted.

The previous chapter has been revised.

"Crazy?" Hermione's first thought was whether Voldemort had gone mad. But when she thought about the news from the Daily Prophet, she understood a little better.

But this is still shocking news.

because

"He will drag the whole world into war."

"Perhaps this is Voldemort's goal," Owen analyzed calmly, his gaze sharp and profound. "He wants to create panic and chaos, to completely sever the wizarding world from the Muggle world, and to separate pure-bloods from Muggle bloodlines, thereby establishing a pure-blood wizarding order."

Hermione and Owen exchanged a glance, both seeing worry in each other's eyes. They knew Voldemort's ambition had never changed, but—as the world grew increasingly chaotic, Owen hadn't imagined Voldemort would be so ruthless in achieving his goals!

Harry also saw the contents of the letter.

His expression immediately turned serious.

"What should we do?" he asked nervously.

Owen raised his head, his gaze unwavering as he looked at everyone. "We need to inform Professor Dumbledore immediately. He is the Grand Master of the Magical Union. If he promptly sends a message to the Ministries of Magic in each country to allocate personnel to protect the Muggle leaders, it might be possible to salvage, or even repair, the relationship between Muggles and wizards."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes, we need Professor Dumbledore to deal with this crisis."

Harry thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

So they immediately got up and prepared to go to Professor Dumbledore's office.

Everyone rushed out of the auditorium like madmen.

I hurried toward the entrance to the principal's office.

Without any obstruction, the group passed directly through the stone beast and ascended the automatic spiral staircase behind it.

At the top of the stairs was the office door, its oak doors gleaming.

However, the young wizards were not in the mood to appreciate it at the moment; they just wanted to push open the door and rush inside.

But when they pushed the door open, they found that the oak door was closed.

"What's going on?" Hermione frowned. She tried pushing it a few times, but there was no response.

"It seems Professor Dumbledore isn't in his office, or he doesn't want to be disturbed," Owen said in a deep voice.

"At such a crucial moment!" Hermione said anxiously.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the bottom of the spiral staircase.

The young wizards immediately turned around warily, only to see a figure in a long black robe hurrying towards them. When they saw the person's face, they were all taken aback.

"Snape?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Professor, damn it! So ill-mannered! Gryffindor loses ten points!" Professor Snape's face was grim, as if he were deep in thought. He glanced at the group, then stopped and looked at them with a complicated expression.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

"We'd like to find Professor Dumbledore," Owen replied directly.

Snape paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Professor Dumbledore is meeting with the Minister for Magic!"

Hermione and Owen exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes. The Minister of Magic was personally coming to see Professor Dumbledore at this time?

Did the other party realize something?

"Did Rufus Scrimgeour come to see Professor Dumbledore because of Voldemort?" Harry asked.

Upon hearing this, Snape's face immediately darkened further. "This is none of your business, Poot. You..."

“That’s perfect,” Owen interrupted him. “The matter we need to report to Professor Dumbledore also concerns Scrimgeour.”

Professor Snape frowned, seemingly surprised by their words. He gave them a deep look, as if weighing something in his mind.

"What important things could you possibly have to report to Professor Dumbledore?" His voice carried a hint of doubt and disdain.

"Of course it's about our dear senior Tom!" Owen said with a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, Snape's expression became even more serious.

He then fell silent and extended his wand.

He knocked a few times on the oak door.

It feels a bit like the wall leading to Diagon Alley behind the Leaky Cauldron.

Then there was a click.

The oak door then opened.

Several people pushed open the door and entered.

in the room.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk dealing with a lot of documents.

Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour stood not far below him on the steps.

The two stopped talking at the same time.

Their gazes were fixed on the doorway. Their faces were filled with seriousness and confusion.

Professor Snape stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over Harry, Hermione, and Owen before turning to Dumbledore.

"professor!"

Hermione was the first to speak.

Something's happened.

"Slow down, Miss Granger. What happened?"

Dumbledore gestured for them to sit down.

His gentle tone was tinged with endless weariness.

Owen walked over and handed the letter that Bella had given him to Dumbledore.

"News about my cousin, Big Dog."

Dumbledore accepted the letter with a calm expression.

I only glanced at it.

His expression turned serious.

"Given his previous behavior, I think the information is highly likely to be accurate," Irving continued.

"I know, I know," Dumbledore murmured, his brow furrowing.

He slowly got up and walked down the steps.

The dim light in the room cast a long shadow of his back.

"This is an unprecedented crisis," he said.

On the walls of the principal's office, the portraits of past principals, who appeared drowsy yet secretly squinting, suddenly became calm.

They were whispering to each other, clearly someone in the portrait had seen the letter Bella had just delivered.

"What happened?" Rufus Scrimgeour asked coldly.

He came here to discuss with Dumbledore the wizard who was killed by a Muggle.

This news caused a huge uproar in the magical world.

The Ministry of Magic must give an answer.

It was only then that Owen began to notice the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour.

To be honest, they had met before.

The Auror minister, with his brown hair, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses, looked just like an old lion.

He gives a different impression than the previous two ministers.

Fudge needs no introduction; he's like a glib-tongued bureaucrat.

Barty Crouch, on the other hand, is a political appointee who has been involved in politics for many years.

Rufus was different; he gave off a sharp and tough vibe, without the greasy air of a civil servant.

Irving knows this man.

From the moment he joined the Ministry of Magic, he entered the Auror Office. Throughout his life, he devoted most of his energy to fighting dark wizards, so he would never underestimate or take chances with Voldemort's power.

"Tom might attack the Muggle leaders of various European countries," Dumbledore said calmly.

But this was nothing short of a bolt from the blue for Rufus Scrimgeour.

"What!" He stared wide-eyed at Dumbledore in shock.

"Is the information reliable?" he immediately added.

"Believes," Dumbledore said curtly.

"this"

Rufus Scrimgeour's face turned deathly pale. He was clearly shocked by the news. As the Minister of the Auror Office, he knew all too well the terror and danger of Voldemort. If Voldemort were to actually begin attacking Muggle leaders, it would be an unimaginable catastrophe.

This will inevitably lead to a full-scale war between Muggles and wizards.

It could even send the entire world back to the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages.

"We need to take immediate action!" he said urgently. "Contact the Ministries of Magic in all European countries immediately and have them organize manpower, as well as the Federation, to request reinforcements from the Ministries of Magic on other continents."

At that moment, the wizard killed by the Muggles became instantly unimportant to Rufus Scrimgeour.

He was just a dark wizard; he's dead, so be it.

It's just that people are criticizing the Ministry of Magic for being incompetent.

But if Voldemort were allowed to attack the heads of state of Europe, then Merlin above—perhaps the world would face an unpredictable end.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Yes, we must act immediately," he said. "But what we need most right now is intelligence on his plans of action in order to develop an effective countermeasure."

The old headmaster's blue eyes fell on Snape, who had been standing in the corner.

The other person understood immediately, nodded, and then strode out of the principal's office.

"Intelligence, intelligence!" Rufus Scrimgeour took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety. "Where did we get intelligence on the mysterious man?"

He looked at Dumbledore.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed—"Could it be that you—"

"No, Rufus. I don't know everything." Dumbledore shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't trust Rufus Scrimgeour, but that the man wasn't under his watchful eye. He might be captured by Voldemort one day. Occlumency might be able to prevent others from spying on his secrets, but what if the Imposter directly invaded his soul and body?

There was also the cruel physical torture—he couldn't afford to take risks.

"Now, you should return to the Ministry of Magic immediately and devise a plan to protect the Prime Minister."

He told them to leave.

Rufus Scrimgeour naturally understood.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

He immediately understood why Barty Crouch and Fudge both eventually parted ways with Dumbledore.

This old man never treated them as "one of his own." He didn't share information with them; they were like blind and deaf people!

It was just a tool he used to implement his plan.

This would be intolerable for any Minister of Magic who wants to seize power.

but.

Rufus Scrimgeour remained silent and walked straight to the fireplace in his office, which connected to the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network.

His last gaze was fixed on Dumbledore and his children.

Rufus Scrimgeour left amidst a burst of green flames.

But—after all, in this turbulent era, we need this legendary wizard.

He was helpless about it.

"Owen, do you have any thoughts?" Dumbledore asked, facing the portraits of the headmasters on the wall after Rufus Scrimgeour had left.

"I don't have any ideas," Owen said bluntly. "Our operation is doomed to failure."

"No matter how tight the protection is, there will definitely not be enough manpower. Perhaps a few can be protected, but with so many countries in Europe, there will inevitably be leaders who are not adequately protected and who will be exploited by Death Eaters."

"I just don't understand why he would do this?" Owen frowned slightly. "To avenge his men?"

The dark wizard who was killed by Muggles.

"I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them."

"Why is that? To enslave Muggles?"

"That doesn't make sense either. If it's about enslaving Muggles, controlling them covertly is far more prudent than killing them. From any perspective, Voldemort shouldn't do something like that. It's not in his best interest."

"Perhaps this is not his will?" Dumbledore suddenly said.

"Not him?" Owen rubbed his chin. "Could it be an Outer God?"

"The Outer Gods do indeed have the ability to absorb souls to strengthen themselves, whether it's the 'Impersonator' ritual we encountered in Egypt, the insane attacks of the Deadborn that indiscriminately attack wizards and Muggles, or even—the Dementors."

"That's possible," Dumbledore said. "If it really is the Outer Gods pulling the strings, then things are far more complicated than we imagine."

"We still don't have enough intelligence," Owen said. "If..."

"What! Do you want the children of the Black family to pry open that damned half-breed's mouth themselves?" At that moment, a portrait of the headmaster on the wall suddenly roared. Owen looked up and saw Phineas Nigellus Black. He looked like a very intelligent wizard with black hair, dark eyes, sparse eyebrows, and a goatee.

He was also Sirius's grandfather.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing," Owen said calmly. "Compared to the blood feud on her hands, I don't think this ending is a bad thing."

"Damn Rozier, what did you say?!"

"Alright, Phineas! Don't get angry at a child," another principal said.

Headmaster Armando Dippert looked at Owen and said, "But I don't think that young Black can get anything more out of Voldemort."

"What kind of talk is that?" Phineas yelled at Principal Armando Dippert. "Do you think the noble Blacks are just tools, used and then discarded, their fates forgotten!"

"I've never felt that way," Principal Armando Dippert said calmly.

"You are!" Phineas roared in fury. "Look at my good-for-nothing great-grandson, that fool, completely fooled by Dumbledore, and those three sisters. One of them even married a Mudblood! By Merlin's eyes, is the Black family doomed?"

"Enough, Phineas!" came another angry voice from a portrait. "I think I just heard you utter some disgusting word."

"Dallis! We should have voted long ago to remove this pureblood from the principal's office."

"That's right, I agree."

"agree."

"agree!"

Suddenly, Sirius's grandfather aroused public outrage, and the entire office was filled with voices denouncing him.

"I am the headmaster! The legitimate headmaster of Hogwarts, you have no right to do this!" Phineas angrily rebuked the numerous headmasters, engaging them in a verbal battle.

"The Noble Blake."

"Enough!" Owen, annoyed by the noise, roared, "What noble Black? Our race is about to be wiped out, and you still call yourself noble!"

Instead of wasting your energy on this, you should think about how to ensure your great-grandson produces offspring.

"Could he actually like men?"

"."

Harry suddenly snapped out of his daze and stared blankly at Owen.

Wait—what did he just say?

"Kid, what did you say?" Phineas stared wide-eyed at Owen like a lion.

"Are you hard of hearing? Even portraits can be hard of hearing?" Owen gave him a disdainful look. He continued, "Alright, stop wailing about your Black. Black's demise was inevitable, and perhaps Voldemort's disturbance of the Muggle world this time isn't such a bad thing after all. There are always two sides to everything."

"What do you mean? Explain yourself."

"clear?"

"How much clearer do you need me to be?" Irving raised an eyebrow. "How about a twelve-inch paper?"

"What an idiot."

"No wonder it went from one failure to another."

"Alright, fine! Since we don't know what Voldemort's plan is anyway, let's talk about something else. Headmasters, please help me figure this out."

"What?" A group of principals looked at the boy.

Irving, on the other hand, calmly walked to the center of the office and found a chair to sit down.

Then he slowly began to speak: "Voldemort attacked various European countries."

We have only two choices: the first is to resist.

This goes without saying.

The second is to join.

Of course—don't rush to refute me, when I say "join," I don't mean joining the Death Eaters, but rather joining the much grander proposition of destroying or leading Muggle civilization.

Don't think I'm exaggerating.

In a few days or a week, the Muggles, who are now completely hostile to wizards, will become a problem we must solve.

From the perspective of maintaining peace, Voldemort's methods cannot be said to be correct, but they were indeed useful.

After all, you have attempted to restore your magical dynasty in the past—this chaotic situation presents a perfect opportunity.

"."

Upon hearing Irving's words, most of the principals looked puzzled.

Of the hundreds of portraits, only a handful showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

"You noticed?" Suddenly, a voice came from a portrait painting on the highest right side of the ceiling in the entire office.

He was a very, very old wizard.

Irving had seen it, in Voldemort's cave, in that divinely inspired tower.

Principal Dexter.

One of the oldest Hogwarts headmasters.

His student days coincided with the time when Hufflepuff was headmistress, at least a thousand years ago.

"I 'saw' it a long time ago." Owen emphasized the word. "Principal Dexter, were you involved too?"

"As the principal, I have a responsibility to advise the current principal."

"Owen—" Hermione came to his side, "What are you talking about?"

"A little bit of wizarding history," Owen said with a shrug. "I'll tell you later."

"You just need to know that you can't completely believe 'The History of Magic'."

To truly understand the history of British wizards, one needs to consult British Muggle history and general history of continental Europe.

Simply put, ever since the fall of King Arthur's Camelot dynasty, British wizards have been constantly trying to rebuild a magical dynasty.

(End of this chapter)