I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 52 Voldemort, let's talk about it!

Ok!

As the vanguard of Hogwarts' reckless gang, the Weasley twins' presence here surprised Owen, but it didn't seem strange.

He wouldn't be surprised if they found the secret room someday.

What annoyed him was why these two guys had appeared before the final level.

Who leaked the strategy guide?

If everyone could easily pass the test, let alone what would happen to the professors' reputation?

How can simply passing through these challenges demonstrate his awesomeness?

knock!

"Alright, you guys can stay here for now." Owen held a potion that could pass through flames, looking utterly exhausted.

Now, nothing that appears in front of him will surprise him.

Even if Dumbledore and Voldemort were sitting and drinking tea, he could face it calmly.

"I'll go with you—"

"No." Owen interrupted Hannah's eagerness. The little girl was being a bit reckless today!

You're probably not some Gryffindor in disguise!

"There's only one bottle of potion," he said, then tilted his head back and drank the liquid from the small bottle.

Then, he rushed into the flames burning outside the last room.

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Um.

Since arriving at Hogwarts.

The most embarrassing thing Owen had ever heard of a witch doctor was being spied on by a ghost while using the women's restroom on the third floor.

God knows what a maddened ghost might do.

Of course, this is just a rumor.

Irving has never used the women's restroom.

However, today, this most embarrassing Hogwarts record is about to be broken.

Because, damn it, he actually saw that there was another person standing next to Quirrell.

An old man with a white beard.

An old man who can cosplay Santa Claus without needing makeup.

Albus Dumbledore.

"Heh, I knew it! I wouldn't be surprised no matter what happens." Owen mumbled, his cheeks twitching as he looked at the scene before him.

Did Dumbledore put himself inside the Mirror of Erised? To watch Voldemort take the bait?

I have to say, this method is really ingenious.

However, after taking a closer look,

Owen soon noticed that Dumbledore, who was in the distance, seemed a little off.

First of all, there was no smell on his body.

As is well known, during this period Dumbledore developed a fondness for a certain type of strongly scented food.

Therefore, even from a great distance, Irving could smell the aroma of red oil and peanut sauce on him.

But in front of me, this one is a "Niffler".

It has no taste at all.

And why is there a large box next to his feet?

Um—that box looks like the one his grandfather gave him that contained Boggarts, doesn't it?

--hiss--

oh~~~

Dumbledore hid the box containing the Boggart in the Mirror of Erised.

So it turns out that Voldemort's greatest fear was actually the white-bearded old man!

What a twisted sense of humor!

Really.

Naughty!

What about the magic stone?

Suddenly, Owen remembered meeting Dumbledore yesterday; his pockets were bulging.

"Ahem~ Mr. Voldemort, are you alright?"

The atmosphere around us was so awkward that all I wanted to do was scratch my toes.

Because of the potential drop in air quality, Irving was the first to speak out, breaking the silence.

"Avada Kedavra—Kill Me!!!"

A beam of green light shot out from Quirrell's wand, instantly tearing the poor Boggart to shreds.

"Um—how about settling this privately or officially?" Owen glanced at his own Boggart, who had only appeared twice and was now reduced to ashes.

Then I glanced at the box again. Knock! It's really sturdy! It's not broken at all!

Then, casually, he added, "Five hundred Galleons, and I promise I won't tell my grandfather about this!"

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"Grandpa?" Quirrell turned around abruptly.

The scarf on her head then fell off.

Then, an ugly, noseless face, as if it had been haphazardly drawn with chalk, appeared in Irving's line of sight.

"Oh~~~ it's Mr. Voldemort!" Owen exclaimed insincerely.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"???"

One question nearly shattered Voldemort's CPU.

"Judging from your expression, you didn't even have lunch before trying to hook Dumbledore. Oh dear, I must say, you villains are really pathetic."

"Not only do we live in constant fear, but we also can't even get our daily meals on time."

"No wonder you look malnourished."

"Hmph! Sharp teeth and a sharp tongue." A hoarse voice followed, staring at the inhuman Voldemort. "Owen Sanchez, I'm quite surprised to learn that you've actually returned alive."

He didn't seem angry; after witnessing Irving's safe return, his interest in him only grew stronger.

This little wizard has great potential.

He even has the potential to become the next Dark Lord, following in the footsteps of Grindelwald and himself.

"No surprises, after all, we have connections." Owen shrugged, as if strolling leisurely in a garden, and said casually, "As Dumbledore's favorite son, how could he possibly die so easily?"

"Ha—that's not necessarily true." Voldemort stared at Owen with his glowing red eyes. He then coldly continued, "I'll give you a chance now."

"Submit to me, submit to the greatest wizard, or die by my wand."

"Tsk tsk—hey Little Tang! Your skills in recruiting followers are terrible. You should have offered some promises first! Otherwise, why would anyone follow you?"

"And I bet Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts today, right?" He found a way to sit down.

"You're a smart man, Owen," the hoarse voice said.

"Thank you, I think so too." He greeted him, "Then how do you know that Dumbledore's departure from Hogwarts wasn't part of the plan?"

"What do you mean?" Upon hearing this, Voldemort's expression changed slightly.

As for Irving—who remained as nonchalant as ever—he said, "What if the Order of the Phoenix has already arrived from all directions and surrounded this place by now?"

"Perhaps the Mirror of Erised in front of you is actually a key to a portal, just waiting for Dumbledore's army to arrive in full force before they come to attack."

"Don't say he can't do it. Dumbledore can hide a Boggart in the Magic Mirror, but does that mean he can turn it into a Portkey?"

"Mr. Tom!" Owen held his wand in his right hand and casually tapped some of the more incongruous scenes around him, such as the magic mirror, the box, and the stone over there.

"You're in danger!"

"Hmph!" As a master of gossip who had once bewitched countless idiotic wizards, Voldemort certainly wouldn't lose his composure because of Owen's few words.

After all, it was no small matter to get Dumbledore to leave the castle.

That was his doing.

"I'm increasingly convinced that you have great potential," he said hoarsely.

"Right?"

"Since Lord Dark Lord is so calm, it seems you are very confident! Why don't we have a chat? The greatest wizard shouldn't be afraid of a little wizard, right?"

"Are you just an ordinary little wizard?" Perhaps Voldemort was genuinely interested in Owen, for he didn't refuse, but instead asked directly in a tone that resembled equality.

"It's definitely not ordinary."

I will arrange for the main character to wear women's clothing as soon as possible.

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(End of this chapter)