I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 54 A true man lives between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long!

Irving's guess was completely correct.

Although he recovered with a large amount of unicorn blood, the injuries he sustained last time were still too severe.

Quirrell's small frame could no longer support Voldemort, the leech that was sucking at his life force.

He hadn't chased after him for more than a few steps when the old man started panting heavily.

Irving was even worried that he might choke on his own breath.

From Wizard's Chess to Flying Key, and then to Devil's Vine.

Everything went so smoothly.

They maintained a safe distance from Quirrell at all times.

But just as Owen was about to raise his wand to open the eyes of the devil vine above his head.

Suddenly, a boy screamed from above.

"No—Hermione!"

Before Irving could react...

His nerves were on edge, and all his attention was focused on the level eight cripple, Quirrell. So he didn't pay any attention to anything on the Devil's Vine.

Suddenly, the little witch Hermione fell from the sky and landed right on him.

That thigh, covered in gray stockings, was sent flying by his wand with a single tug.

"ah!"

Hermione screamed.

Then he touched his arm.

Hey?

You're not injured!

Just as she was feeling relieved, she looked up and met Hannah's shocked eyes.

What are you doing here?

"Why are you here?"

The two women said in unison.

"Why can't I come? Do you think you can just go wherever you want?" Miss Hannah glared at her and said bluntly.

Clearly, she didn't understand the situation; with a pout on her lips, she was throwing a tantrum at Hermione at this critical moment.

"Me—when do I get to go wherever I want?" Hermione frowned slightly.

We were best friends before, so why is she so angry today?

Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly heard a muffled cry from beneath him: "No—you didn't."

"So could you please move your leg off my head?"

"Oh! Owen, are you alright!" Hannah, snapping out of her daze, rushed over, pushed Hermione aside, and helped Owen, who was staring blankly at her, up from the ground.

"I remember it was noon! How come there are so many stars?" Owen, whose mind went blank after being kicked by Hermione's other kick, was completely stunned.

He was so dizzy that he needed Hannah's help to stand.

Just then, another one fell from above.

It's Harry.

Having foreseen this, Hannah quickly pulled Owen away to avoid them.

"No—Harry~"

A scream came from above.

"Who—who's slaughtering a pig? Is dinner ready? Why didn't you call me?" Owen blinked heavily, his vision blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

And—I always feel like something's missing from my hands.

Hey?

Where is my magic wand?

"Oh~~~ Another familiar face has arrived." It was a cold, dismissive voice that drew everyone's attention to him.

Even with his level eight disability, Quirrell had already caught up.

Although his legs were trembling, his face was pale, and he was walking backwards.

However, catching up with Irving and his teammates, who have already been delayed for quite some time, is still more than enough.

"Stop trembling and hurry up, you piece of trash," Voldemort roared.

Quirrell hurriedly and respectfully said, trembling, "Master, I—"

"Alright, you piece of trash, shut up. Now is not the time for you to speak."

"???"

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"It seems you've reached a dead end?"

Taking a deep breath and calming his anger, Voldemort walked over slowly with a composed expression.

Faced with so many young wizards, he seemed to want to show off his elegant demeanor.

Unfortunately, no matter what kind of temperament he has, it all comes down to his ugly face.

It turned everything into a horror movie.

"Owen~~~" Looking at Voldemort's terrifying face, fear finally overcame Hannah's dislike for Hermione. Her voice trembled slightly as she grabbed Owen's arm and called out softly.

"Don't be afraid—" Irving, whose brain function had returned to some normal, was finally much more awake.

I glanced at my empty hands.

Facing Voldemort.

"You can fight without a wand."

"It's not like I can't cast spells without a staff," he said calmly, flicking his head to restore his original handsome hairstyle.

"But—" Hannah tugged at Owen's arm, "Harry and the others are here too."

"???"

Upon hearing the sound, Irving quickly turned around.

Sure enough, they spotted Harry standing there, dumbfounded, and Hermione with a strange look in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks.

Oh, and of course, there were also the sounds of pigs being slaughtered all around.

"No—I'm not afraid!" He swallowed hard. "It's just protecting a few more people, I can handle it!"

The result was that no sooner had he finished speaking than...

A hapless soul fell right off our heads.

Black hair, wearing a brown bow tie.

Yes, Justin.

Uh—Irving's face was starting to crumble.

However, he still stubbornly held on, glaring at Voldemort, unwilling to be at a disadvantage: "It's nothing, there are only one, two, three, five, or six people. We can—fight them."

"But—" Hannah still hesitated.

"It's okay! There are six of us, and he's only one. Before he kills us, we might be able to fight back."

"No matter what! The troop strength in this battle is one to six! The advantage is on our side!"

Owen shouted loudly, trying to boost the morale of the young wizards present.

Just as everyone's expressions began to improve, a voice suddenly rang out from above their heads!

The sound of chanting incantations—

Someone is casting a spell.

"Flames are raging!!!"

Then the devil's web was torn open again.

Like a hen laying eggs, four or five figures fell down with a "plop, plop".

"Forehead--"

Irving's face was as white as snow.

Watch as Ron gets up from the ground. Neville, Seamus, and Malfoy.

Got it!

Three of the four major academies are now together!

Thank goodness there was no Cho Chang, otherwise, Dumbledore's army would have been established on the spot!

"Um—everyone, I just wanted to ask, has anyone notified the professors?" Owen hung his head, his usual radiance gone. He looked around at the bewildered crowd and felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh, Gryffindor—this is the golden age you desired!

What the hell are these people?

Not a single one of the dozen or so people thought to notify the professor?

Am I, Kyrie Irving, going to die here today?

Even Voldemort's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the bewildered, reserved, and fearful young wizards.

So many years have passed, could it be that Hogwarts now only has Gryffindor House left?

But clearly, the students over there weren't wearing red ties.

And there's a green one too.

The surrounding air suddenly became subtle.

Just as Voldemort's sullen face was about to turn the page, Owen suddenly stepped forward and roared, "Hmph! A true man lives between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long!"

"I've disliked Dumbledore for a long time. He's a grown man, yet he's always freeloading! He has no shame at all."

"If you do not abandon me, I am willing to work with you to achieve great things!"

Work on Sunday!

The company—there's not a single person there.

knock.

So sleepy, I want to sleep!

(End of this chapter)