I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 51 Public toilet? Come and go as you please!

"I--"

Finally, she got to the thing she had been most looking forward to.

Hannah's face was tense, and a deep frown appeared on her fair forehead.

Hold back—you must hold back! Don't let Irving discover your true intentions!

The little witch cheered herself up in her heart.

Actually, she had this idea entirely because of that Gryffindor know-it-all.

Their relationship was originally quite good, especially after being "trained" by Irving.

A sense of shared joy and sorrow has always sustained their relationship.

But ever since the troll incident, Hannah has been somewhat unhappy after discovering that the Gryffindors were deliberately avoiding Owen.

Although Kyrie Irving has never been very reliable, he still saved everyone, no matter what.

Of course, what angered her the most was Hermione's tone when she asked Hermione about the Forbidden Forest a while ago.

Although her words were full of how dangerous it was at the time.

It was no easy feat for me to come back alive, and I kept telling myself that I must never enter the forbidden forest again.

But Hermione... well, those who know, know.

Her tone of voice always inadvertently revealed a strange sense of superiority.

To Hannah, it sounded as if she were saying that she and Harry Owen had experienced a great adventure that would be remembered forever, while she was stuck at school, reading boring books like a fool.

Although Hermione may not have meant it at all, the speaker may not have meant it, but the listener took it to heart.

This severely hurt Hannah's self-esteem.

She didn't care about these things originally.

But now—no matter what, she has to go on an adventure!

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"You made the right choice, Hannah. When you're older and tell your children about your past glories, this will definitely be a huge asset."

"And someone like that, back then, could only stammer and couldn't utter a single word."

Irving slowly stood up and glanced at Justin.

Completely unaware, he had fallen into the trap set by a little witch who had spent a week crafting it.

However, even if he knew, he wouldn't say anything.

Perhaps all one can do is sigh and say, "Women's competitive spirit is truly strange."

"I'm going to get something ready," he said.

"We'll meet on the fourth floor in ten minutes!"

After saying that, the two immediately got up and left the auditorium without even glancing at Justin.

Ten minutes later.

Irving hurriedly came out of the greenhouse.

My trouser legs were covered in mud as I arrived at the fourth-floor corridor.

"You went to the greenhouse?" Hannah was also a Hufflepuff, so how could she not know that the greenhouse was a place where you had to get dirty to enter and exit?

"Shh!" Owen put a finger to his lips, stepped closer, and whispered, "I just took some of my own things. Don't ask, and don't tell Professor Sprout."

"Hmm!" Hannah nodded; she didn't care what Owen had done!

After quickly tidying his clothes, Owen and Hannah walked into the fourth-floor corridor together.

As they passed a bend in the road, they saw a statue of a one-eyed witch.

Irving took a second look before leaving.

Because he knew that a secret passage leading to the Honey Duke's cellar was hidden beneath that statue.

Hmm—a secret passage.

I feel like I'm thinking of someone.

Who was it again?

"This seems to be the place." Pushing open a large iron door, Owen and Hannah were immediately greeted by a loud snoring sound.

"Holy crap? Someone's here early?"

He looked with some surprise at the huge three-headed dog lying on the ground, fast asleep, and the harp playing music in the corner.

Then, covering her nose and frowning, she said, "That shouldn't be happening! How could there be anyone at this time?"

There was a trapdoor at the feet of the three-headed dog, and it was currently slightly ajar, indicating that someone had just opened it.

The sudden turn of events made Irving hesitate.

He wasn't afraid; if he were alone, he would have already gone ahead recklessly. But he had Hannah by his side.

"Let's go down," Hannah said softly.

"Huh? So reckless? Hehe, I like it." With that, he pulled open the trapdoor and jumped down with Hannah in tow.

"Flames are raging!!!"

Owen's wand flashed with fire, the Devil's Web vanished instantly, and then he cast a spell to levitate, allowing the two to land smoothly.

"Is that Devil's Vine?" Hannah grabbed Owen's arm, looked up at the twitching plant above her.

As a Hufflepuff student of Professor Sprout, she had some basic knowledge of herbalism and recognized the magical plant at a glance.

"A little gadget~" Irving smiled slightly.

A bitter smile crossed his eyes.

Ugh! Don't even mention it.

That devil's vine overhead—that's the damn thing he planted.

During the days when Professor Sprout invited him to have tea every day, he spent a lot of time tending to all sorts of magical herbs in the greenhouse, including this devil vine.

Question: Why are the Devil Vines so thick these days, each one seemingly a nemesis of magical girls?

Answer! The gene for growing vegetables is deeply ingrained in our great nation; he just took such good care of them.

"Let's go see the masterpieces that the other professors have meticulously arranged."

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Along this journey, Professor Flitwick and Professor Hodge shared their answer sheet: the flying key.

Teacher Miao's Wizard Chess.

Professor Snape's potion.

Quirrell's Troll.

Owen solved them all, except for the Wizard Chess challenge, which Hannah helped him with—his chess skills are terrible.

He easily countered everything else.

After all, Owen was busy getting stronger in his first playthrough, so he didn't have time to study something like Wizard's Chess.

Not everyone has a wizard chess master, a grandfather who won the wizard chess tournament for several consecutive years!

I'm talking about you—Ron!

Of course, some minor unexpected events occurred, for example...

"Why are you two here?"

"Is this really going to become a public toilet?"

The troll level.

In a corner, two petrified old men lay on the ground beside a giant monster, its fate unclear—whether dead or unconscious.

"It's Quirrell, he petrified us!" A red-haired man, who had just been thawed, started shouting.

"This is revenge," another said.

"I can't believe a professor could handle two students!"

"You two deserve it, okay?" Owen rolled his eyes at George and Fred.

"He was already being very polite to Dumbledore by not directly taking a bite out of the melon."

As fellow Hogwarts enthusiasts, he had a good relationship with the twins.

"How did you end up here?" he asked.

"Us?" one said.

"Why?" another one asked.

"You'll come here?"

"Good heavens! What a question you'd ask!" George sprang to his feet, his face serious. "Hogwarts shouldn't have any secrets from the Weasleys!"

“That’s right!” Fred continued, “We can’t go there!”

"We explored this place right after the start of the semester."

"I come here often."

"We just couldn't figure out how to get past that three-headed dog," Fred said.

"Thanks to Ron," George said.

"Music, just music, and that beast will fall asleep! My God! It's that simple!"

"I--"

Seeing that the Weasley twins were about to continue their banter, Owen quickly stopped them.

"I just want to ask, is there anyone who doesn't know about this godforsaken place?!"

"A public restroom? Come and go as you please!"

I'm taking a day off tomorrow, so I'll work on writing a 20,000-word draft!

Hmph! I'm posting this here as proof!

If the liver cannot be extracted.

Let's just... let's just let Kyrie Irving wear women's clothing!

Anyway, he can do it; his grandmother is incredibly beautiful. (The mystery of the protagonist's background)

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