I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 61 The Train to London

Under the moonlight.

Dumbledore's face remained unchanged.

He simply listened.

So many years have passed, yet no one has ever provided a comprehensive summary of the debate surrounding that wizarding revolution.

Everyone simply thought that he had defeated a dark wizard who was trying to overthrow the magical world.

Yet no one really considered making any contribution to this deeply troubled magical world.

but--

"Let Muggles be Muggles, and wizards be wizards," Dumbledore said calmly. "Must a thousand-year-old tradition be broken?"

"Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?" Owen gazed into the distance at the great river flowing from the Forbidden Forest into the sea.

All streams flow into the sea.

If only humanity could work together like that.

With the help of magic, they would probably have already colonized Mars by now.

Perhaps this world could have given birth to a magical steam civilization.

Unfortunately, everyone missed it.

"How can you deny that wizarding rule over Muggles is the wrong path if you haven't even tried?"

"Let's not discuss whether wizards have the ability. Let's just do a simple thought experiment and imagine that under the rule of wizards: all Muggles are integrated into one country, they all work 8-hour days, have two days off a week, and have their food, clothing, shelter, and entertainment taken care of... Would Muggles still resist?"

We don't even stop them from continuing to develop technology, pushing humanity towards the universe.

We're just getting a small slice of the pie.

In any case, the number of wizards is just a grain of sand in the ocean compared to the entire human race.

What world isn't paradise on earth?

I'm afraid that at that time, for most Muggles, someone like you—excuse my disrespect—would have been a different story.

Those who maintain the existing magical resources are the real enemies!

All Muggles: Grindelwald, there's a trap set by Dumbledore ahead. I know a shortcut, follow me.

Silence, like the darkness that envelops the world.

Dumbledore remained silent.

It took him a long, long time before he sadly lowered his head and looked at him with a complex expression that Irving had never seen before.

That touch of azure blue encompasses so much.

There was anticipation, recognition, emotion, and also sadness.

His aged voice slowly rang out: "But this is just speculation. Reality is always a million times more complicated than you imagine."

People always choose between what is right and what is easy.

"So I choose the right thing, the easy thing!" Owen suddenly looked up at Dumbledore, his eyes narrowing slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Changing the world with Harry Potter is just a joke. Defeating Voldemort, the Overturners, the Sea Demons, and all that—if you really want to save the world, I'd vote for Miss Granger! If you ever step down as president of the Confederation, you absolutely must recommend Miss Granger!"

"Miss Granger?" Dumbledore was taken aback, and a picture of a little witch with fluffy hair and a stern face, like a miniature version of Professor McGonagall, popped into his mind.

"Yes, don't let Miss Granger's current naiveté fool you, it's all an act! She's a woman who could be Minister for Magic!"

Irving said with absolute certainty.

As for who is the Minister of Magic...

Ahem, never mind, I'm not joking anymore.

In fact, he knew from the look in Dumbledore's eyes that the old headmaster was pinning his hopes for changing the wizarding world on him!

This won't do!

He's just an ordinary person, always cheerful and only concerned with one thing: when is dinner time!

As for the future—since childhood, Owen has had a dream of traveling around the magical world, going through Harry Potter. Who the hell wants to be stuck on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean?

We need to look at it more closely.

If he dies and can travel back in time, he'd probably write a web novel, embellishing his experiences in that world.

hum ╯^╰

Only a fool would think about changing the world!

Okay!

Fortunately, Miss Granger took the fall at the crucial moment.

Owen, silently giving Hermione a "friend zone" card in his heart, was reflected in the ink-wash-like starlight.

In the bright and dazzling night.

He was laughing very happily.

Dumbledore, who was looking at him, seemed to be infected by the smile and his lips turned up in a smile.

Night was falling.

Two strange laughs, carried far by the sound of the wind.

Beneath the stars.

Along with the sound of the wind, they gradually walked into the painting called the Magic World.

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Day two.

The sun rises and Hogwarts awaken together.

After a simple breakfast.

The sound of a ship's horn could be heard from afar.

In fact, there was no sound at all from Hogwarts Hogsmeade Station, but the eager young wizards seemed to have a collective hallucination, as if they all heard the whistles of locomotives heading home.

As the young wizards emerged from the castle one by one.

Only then did they realize that the year was truly over.

It seemed like overnight, their wardrobes were empty, and everything was packed into suitcases.

The students were unfazed by this; what was so strange about a magical castle automatically collecting clothes?

The castle can even do laundry!

At Hogwarts, anything you can't understand must be magical.

Only the young wizards of Hufflepuff knew that it was all thanks to the elves, who would often solve all their problems in the dead of night.

The magic of the Magic Castle is largely created by the elves.

If we were to hold a list of the ten most touching people at Hogwarts.

He had to vote for the elves no matter what.

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Irving sat in the same cubicle as Hannah and Justin.

Amidst the clamor of farewells, the train slowly started moving.

Soon, the forest outside the window began to slowly shrink.

The journey was filled with laughter and joy.

The train then entered London.

It stopped at Platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station.

It took them a long time to get off the platform because the withered old guard stood guard at the partition wall and refused to let them pass, no matter how much the other young wizards tried to persuade him. He stubbornly insisted that only two or three people be allowed to pass through the partition wall at a time.

He said it was to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles.

Haha—Owen once again expressed his strong disdain for the infrastructure of the magical world.

"Remember to write to me," Hannah and Owen promised each other.

"Don't worry, I'll write you eight letters a day!"

The little girl kept nagging the whole way, it was almost as if she wanted to carve the words "You must write to me" onto his forehead with a needle.

is it necessary?

It's only been two months. Besides, he goes to Diagon Alley often, so it's not like we won't run into each other.

Let's make it up then!

Owen rubbed his temples, and finally, amidst her many words of advice, they parted ways.

Hmm—I suddenly remembered my good sons whom I haven't kept in touch with much since graduating from university.

I wonder how his dog sons are doing!

She probably isn't more comfortable than him!

I've even time-traveled.

Hey!

Years later, all the dogs in the family will have a Land Rover, but what about me?

My god, I have two thousand light wheels!

Gan!

I'm out on field duty today.

(End of this chapter)