I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 55 I'm lying down, you guys do whatever you want.

As Owen approached Voldemort, he kept a straight face and gave a French military salute.

"Oh~" Old Tom, snapped back to reality by Owen's shout, looked at the young wizard walking towards him with a playful expression and whispered, "That's not what you just said."

"Hey~" Owen waved his hand. "Everyone has their youthful and impetuous moments. Besides, didn't I just run away—ah—no—didn't I feel your domineering aura?"

As he spoke, Irving gradually lowered his raised hands.

"I've finally realized my mistake and regret my actions!"

"Surely the mighty Dark Lord will forgive an eleven-year-old's prank!"

He said it with a chuckle.

Then suddenly, he yelled from behind Voldemort, "Hey~ Grandpa, what brings you here?"

Regardless of whether his clumsy feint had succeeded or not.

Anyway, at the critical moment, Owen quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a bag, and threw it at Voldemort.

Then he covered his ears, turned around, and squatted down.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The mud-covered cloth bag streaked across the sky, spinning and maneuvering.

Slowly open.

A strange object resembling an old, ugly baby was revealed.

That is—mandrake.

Hannah recognized the magical plant at a glance.

Hermione paused for a second before uttering the name of the plant.

"Everyone, cover your ears!" the two shouted almost simultaneously.

Meanwhile, a group of young wizards around them were still confused about what was going on.

I was startled by the sound coming from behind.

Then, subconsciously, I chose to do as instructed.

Yes, that's right. The one Irving threw out was the only mandrake plant that Professor Sprout had imported from Europe this spring.

She planned to use this method to cultivate this precious magical plant at Hogwarts.

Irving also saw this mature mandrake plant while drinking tea in the greenhouse.

Of course, the professor wouldn't be so heartless as to let a young wizard take care of such a dangerous magical plant.

But that doesn't stop Irving from knowing how to 'use' it.

Don't underestimate this plant; its cries in its juvenile stage can make a wizard faint.

In its mature stage, the deafening, terrifying cry is even more deadly.

That's why he deliberately walked towards Voldemort in order to avoid causing fatal harm to Harry and the others.

Unfortunately, I don't know why Professor Sprout didn't collect the Ming Dynasty biting cabbage.

This is probably because that senior student from over a hundred years ago was too presumptuous, and along with him, this obedient and magical plant was also expelled from Hogwarts.

"Hmph! Is this your last resort?"

"A potted plant?"

"Bang!"

A loud explosion followed.

Then came Voldemort's silly "hehehe" laughter.

Okay~

I'm out of ideas ┐(-;)┌.

He watched helplessly as he waved his hand and unleashed a spell that turned Professor Sprout's treasure into fireworks.

He really did his best.

Unfortunately, before I even left the starting area, the final boss came to block my way.

Who can Irving complain to now?

What's most infuriating is that his guardian angel isn't here!

I've spent the whole semester building up my goodwill!

Huge loss!

knock!

Irving stubbornly raised his head and stood up again.

Then, under Old Tom's puzzled gaze, he began to brush the dust off his body.

And fiddling with one's own hairstyle.

"Dumbledore, I'll haunt you even in death!" he muttered to himself.

He raised his hands and made an international friendliness gesture towards Voldemort.

"Hmph! What joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying? Eleven years from now, I'll be a hero again!"

"Hairless Tom! I'll f*** you!!"

In their previous lives, some people openly stated that when a nuclear bomb was about to hit, they would quickly find a wall with their back to the nuclear explosion and then raise their middle finger to the sky.

This way, the vaporized image will remain on the wall. If future generations see this wall, they will surely be moved by your interesting soul and respectfully raise the same gesture as you to pay tribute to you.

And now it seems that time has come.

No matter how you look at it!

If Dumbledore or his grandfather had seen the body of their amusing grandson, they would surely have laughed and cried at the same time, shedding tears of regret.

That way, I can live on in their memories forever.

Thus, they achieved a different kind of immortality!

"Looks like you've run out of tricks." Voldemort didn't care about Owen's dying curses.

They're about to die.

Can't we even let people curse us?

I am not the kind of person who is petty.

Uh—that's just his own arrogance.

"What an interesting person," the Dark Lord concluded with his final assessment of Owen.

A dazzling green light then appeared.

All is over.

"No--"

"Irving!"

"No~~~"

"Damn it—"

A strong halo shone on the diverse faces of the young wizards.

Regardless of their previous thoughts, one thing remained constant: a talented young wizard like Owen should never die here.

Or rather, they never even considered that he would die one day.

Especially Hermione.

The little witch stared wide-eyed at what was in front of her, unable to believe her eyes.

Until the green light completely obscured her vision.

Whether it was the bright light that hurt her eyes or something else, a crystal-clear tear rolled down her cheek.

It drifted down in the wind.

The teardrops reflected the figure of death.

It also reflects the proud figure who refused to yield to death.

Then----

Cough cough ————

She forcefully suppressed the urge to burst into tears that might follow.

Because a stranger, someone she had never seen before, suddenly appeared in front of Owen.

He was a wizard who looked about the same age as Dumbledore.

Short, graying hair.

He was wearing a double-breasted black trench coat, dark blue tight-fitting trousers, and leather boots.

She wore a black gemstone ring with some kind of pattern on the third finger of her left hand.

The very aura he exudes evokes every word associated with a gentleman.

The only strange thing about him was the reddish-brown scarf wrapped around his neck.

Well, how should I put it?

The color doesn't really suit him.

It's more like the kind of flashy colors that only a frivolous old man like Dumbledore would like.

"You want to kill my grandson?" the man said coldly.

"Who are you?"

Voldemort frowned slightly, watching the wizard who had suddenly appeared before him warily.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but he felt an unprecedented pressure from this person.

That powerful magical aura, usually reserved for Dumbledore, appeared on the wizard before them.

What surprised him even more was that the man simply waved his wand and easily deflected his Killing Curse, as effortlessly as if he were just swatting away a fly.

When can the Killing Curse be deflected?

"You should have some respect for your seniors."

"Young man," the man said coolly, then took out a white cub from his pocket.

"I originally wanted to ask Newt to deliver this to you on my behalf." He handed the little thing to Owen.

He continued in a low voice, "Unfortunately, Mr. Scamander seems to be holding a grudge about the past, and moved away in a hurry after I sent him the letter."

I thought today would be a day to slack off. But after saying that, I immediately started working in the afternoon and didn't finish until I left work.

knock!

I will never set a goal again.

(End of this chapter)