I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 59: The Philosopher's Stone Chapter That Never Appears, the Finale (Please continue reading)

"Grindelwald".

"He and his saints committed numerous crimes, including several murders."

"Through revolutions in America and Europe, he eventually established a base of power at Neumungard Castle in Austria. In 1945, Dumbledore defeated him in a legendary duel. He was later imprisoned at Neumungard."

Exam week!

Irving was breathing heavily.

He finished with the highest score in the entire grade.

An excellent life needs no explanation—if a grown wizard like him can't even get a perfect score on his first-year exams, then—St. Elizabeth Hospital will be beckoning to him.

"That's enough, Hermione! He saved your life!"

In the bustling Great Hall, everyone was spending their last weekend at Hogwarts.

Tomorrow, the train leaving Hogwarts will head to Hogsmeade Station.

"I have never denied that, Ron." Hermione was a little angry, her brows furrowed. Did this guy think she was some kind of heartless, wicked woman?

"I mean, how come there's no news about something this big in the magical world?"

"What kind of news do you want?" Behind her, Owen was stuffing a pie into his hands. "If you were the warden, your most important prisoner had escaped, and nobody knew about it, and that prisoner hadn't caused any trouble after his release."

"Are you going to pretend this never happened, or are you going to go around telling the world that you were incompetent enough to lose a prisoner?"

He licked the oil stains from his fingertips, then reached his right hand inside his clothes.

He pulled out the sleepyhead who had been hiding in his arms, saying, "Dinner's ready, Sirocco!"

"Sirocco?" Hannah poured a glass of milk into a silver dish and handed it to Owen.

"Hmm, what do you think of the little one's name? Isn't it nice?"

It was a small animal, about the size of an adult's palm.

She has a pair of azure eyes, like jewels.

Apart from having thicker paws, a leaf-shaped tail instead of a stick, and a thick mane around its neck, it is almost indistinguishable from a cat.

Owen couldn't tell what kind of animal it was, and even Professor Sprout couldn't tell.

Perhaps only Professor Kettleburn (Professor of Magical Creatures) and Hagrid in the entire Hogwarts could recognize its lineage.

However, since it was a gift from his maternal grandfather, it was definitely not an ordinary magical animal.

It must have some kind of unique ability.

"But—" Hermione wanted to argue with Owen about a certain issue.

But Harry tugged at his sleeve, "I think he's a good person. Maybe he has some kind of conflict with Professor Dumbledore, but he's still better than Voldemort!"

With the contrast of the braised eggs and the murder of his own parents, Harry felt no ill will towards Grindelwald.

That figure is simply the ultimate dream for boys!

I've heard that a small group of people who idolize Grindelwald has already formed in the first year of Gryffindor.

Mr. Po Te, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, became the circle leader.

"That's not what I meant," Hermione protested again, though she was also grateful to Grindelwald for saving her.

What puzzled her was why Nurmengard remained silent about that so-called prison.

Perhaps it's a perfect longing for the magical world.

This silence reminded her of the British Empire's standard four-stage crisis response tactics.

It's hard to accept.

But Kyrie Irving—the fun-loving guy—had already seen through everything.

Everyone laughs at Britain, yet everyone is Britain.

"In the first phase, we announced that nothing bad had happened."

"The second phase is to say that something might happen, but we shouldn't take any action."

"The third phase is to say that perhaps we should take action, but we do nothing."

"The fourth stage is saying that maybe something could have been done back then, but now it's too late."

"Isn't there the International Confederation of Wizards? 'He' is here. What if the Confederation asks for our help?" Hermione, still quite young at this time, did not yet possess the demeanor of her future Minister of Magic.

Without even thinking twice about such a simple question, Irving replied directly, "Then we will provide all support except for assistance."

"???"

Well—Hermione was speechless after being rebuked.

A crisp "ding~~~" sound of a glass being struck echoed throughout the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall smiled as she looked at the young wizards from the four houses.

Especially his gaze, which lingered on Irving the longest.

However, in the past, the longer Teacher Miao looked at him, the darker her face would become. Today, though, she was unusually happy.

We're liberated!

We're free!

This poor kid is finally leaving school!

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.

"Another year has passed!" Headmaster Dumbledore gave a forced smile.

"A lot has happened at Hogwarts in the past year. But before we enjoy the delicious food, as is customary, we will first hold the House Cup awards ceremony."

No sooner had the old headmaster finished speaking than a thunderous cheer and stomping erupted from the Hufflepuff table.

Badger House has never been so triumphant.

The fat monk floated in the air, frantically taunting the ghosts from the other academies.

Professor Sprout even changed his clothes, into a proper and clean dark green wizard's robe.

In the original novel, Professor Sprout usually wore a thick, patched hat and was covered in mud because she was always in the greenhouse tending to plants. This was true whether it was a freshman's dinner, a Christmas dinner, or an end-of-term dinner.

always like this.

Irving felt that their dean was probably just giving up.

Anyway, Hufflepuff is always at the bottom of the rankings.

The Dean didn't care if Slytherin simply gave up, especially since Slytherin had already won six consecutive championships before this.

Professor Sprout's mindset is understandable.

But this year is different.

Because they won this year!

Hufflepuff's first victory in decades.

And without a doubt, it was a terrifying score of nearly 250 points ahead of the second place.

7057 points!

This was even after Dumbledore, showing favoritism, gave Gryffindor a significant bonus.

Otherwise, Gryffindor would never have scored 400.

"It seems there's no suspense anymore," Dumbledore said, looking at Owen.

Since the Forbidden Forest and the Sorcerer's Stone, he has earned nearly 300 points on his own.

In addition to the money earned from class time, although this kid is mischievous, you can't deny that he is indeed very smart.

This means that Hufflepuff earned at least the majority of his points on his own.

"Therefore, I declare Hufflepuff the winner of this year's Hogwarts Cup!"

Inside the auditorium, the brown flag belonging to Badger House fluttered in the air.

Behind the podium, the image of a kind, cute, yet strong badger appeared on the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The entire auditorium was instantly filled with joy.

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It's Tuesday again, another day of begging for more reading! Dear readers, I'm begging you! Oops! I bumped my finger! ┭┮﹏┭┮.

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