I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 63 What a talent!

"Yes! Sirocco, grab it, don't let it get away!"

The first thing Irving did when he got home was...

That's a thorough cleaning, of course!

This house is the only inheritance and property his maternal grandfather left him.

A noble mansion steeped in history, with traces of time left behind from hundreds of years ago everywhere in the house.

Exaggerated murals, exquisite layout, and decorative style from around the 18th century.

If we can rule out the wooden doors riddled with wormholes, the walls covered in watermarks, and the strange noises coming from inside the house...

This is absolutely a magnificent building.

As for how Grindelwald actually got his hands on this house...

Ha ha!

It couldn't possibly have been bought.

In short, he lived here for many years.

The houses, originally belonging to Muggles, gradually became imbued with magical energy, attracting magical creatures to move in.

For example, a nest of goblins in the basement.

The spotted field pennywort in the attic.

"Meow~" The valiant knight, Sirocco.

With its tiny body no bigger than the palm of a hand, it leaped towards a goblin three times its size.

"Yes! Bite it!" Owen stood on the stairs, veiled, cleaning the mottled grass that had seeped down from the roof.

knock!

One by one, they want to continue living here without paying rent?

Die!

A flash of green light, and a bunch of fungi with many eyes, looking like slightly greenish fungi, fell from the ceiling.

It's like a rainstorm of Cthulhu.

Meow~

The fallen patch of gentian immediately piqued Sirocco's interest.

The kitten immediately gave up chasing the goblin and instead became overjoyed, standing on its hind legs and wildly scratching at the air with its two front paws.

"The playful little guy~"

Irving wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Even with his exceptional talent, he could devour dozens of large melons in one go; even an iron body couldn't withstand that!

And the attic.

He had just poked his head out and stuck his head into the attic when he heard a series of intricate and fragmented sounds, and tens of thousands of eyes were staring at him at the same time.

In just one second, Irving's SAN value plummeted to rock bottom.

All that's missing is the advantage of being within reach.

Spotted ground mites typically appear in groups in residential areas, feeding on filth and capable of destroying entire houses.

The stench from rotting things usually attracts spotted mangoes.

They slowly secrete a substance that corrodes the foundation of a house, eventually causing it to collapse.

"It's no use, Grandpa needs to call for backup."

On the first day of summer vacation, he actually wrote a letter to the Department of Magical Creatures Control and the Pest Advisory Office of the Ministry of Magic, asking someone to come and take a look.

Get ready to spend some money—

Spend some money, otherwise how can he continue to live here?

He received a reply from the Ministry of Magic on the third day.

After an employee came to inspect the extent of the damage to his home, a bill with many zeros was presented to him.

"What?!"

"Six hundred Galleons?"

"Why don't you just rob me!" After seeing the bill, only one thought remained in Owen's mind.

That means we'll raid Fudge tonight, chop off his head, and make him Minister of Magic!

Holy crap!

I squeezed a few dozen Galleons out of Harry for a whole year, and even with the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, I only have a little over four hundred Galleons in total.

"This is the cost of a complete cleaning of your house, including the restoration of those ancient paintings and the replacement of the furniture," the magical employee said.

"???" Irving was a little confused by these words!

"Are you sure you're an employee of the Ministry of Magic, and not some shady construction company agent?"

"Is that your line? Are you just going to say it?"

Owen, who wanted to shove his wand into the mouth of the wizard with the fake professional smile, continued staring at the parchment in his hand. "Can you tell me why you engraved gold patterns on my toilet?"

"Roof renovation?"

"Painting the walls?"

"Re-lay the flooring?"

"So you really are in the renovation business!"

"Of course, we are professionals," the wizard said confidently.

"Hmm—what did you see?" Owen suddenly clenched his fist and waved it in front of the bastard's face. "I'm a professional at beating people up!"

"Heh." Employees of the Ministry of Magic, of course, wouldn't take the threat of a twelve-year-old wizard to heart.

If he hadn't assumed that the wizards living in such houses must be rich and powerful, he would have turned around and left long ago.

Why waste your breath arguing with a child?

"Give me a discount! Or I'll beat you up!" Owen said sternly, his face grim.

"Um." The man pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "If we remove some unnecessary items, you'll have to pay four hundred gallons."

"Four hundred?" His eyelids twitched, then he asked, "What's the minimum price I'd need to buy a new house in Diagon Alley?"

"Three hundred!" he said confidently.

He had his eye on a certain house for a long time.

"Come on! Today, I'm going to beat you so badly that peach blossoms are flying everywhere, or you won't know why flowers are so red!"

Irving gave a gloomy smile, then strode forward with an imposing air.

They pounced on it like hungry wolves.

First, a sweeping kick! Then, an invincible scissor kick.

After it was placed, the Bagua symbol lit up from the soles of his feet, and 360 punches beat him into a pig's head (～￣(OO)￣)ブ.

"Can you lower the price further?!"

"Two hundred, that's the maximum discount I can offer for my position!" the man mumbled, his words slurred and unclear.

"Smack!" Another punch.

"Not enough!"

"I—" The man stared at Owen fearfully, feeling a strange mix of shame and dread in his heart.

I actually got beaten up by a little wizard?

I actually got a good beating from a little wizard!

"One hundred and twenty."

"I'll hit you!"

"thirty?"

"Me—? Thirty?" Irving, who was about to deliver a punch, paused in surprise.

Damn it, from 600 to 30, how much did you exploit, you dog?

"Tell me, how much does it cost to remove the spotted grasshoppers?"

"Ten—seventeen Galleons!" the man said, barely able to catch his breath.

"Damn, that's seventeen Galleons! Goodness, you guys really know how to make money!" Owen couldn't help but give this guy a thumbs up.

ruthless!

You guys are really ruthless when it comes to making money!

"No—" But before he could finish speaking, he was met with fierce resistance from the man, who shook his head and shouted.

"Damn it, the original price was only seventeen Galleons, and I got beaten up and still had to pay seventeen Galleons? Didn't I just get beaten up for nothing?"

"."

"Damn, that makes a lot of sense!" Owen's eyes lit up. He looked down and found a place where talent could work.

"What a talent you are! What's your name?"

"Ober Benny."

"Okay, Mr. Benny." Owen loosened his collar and then patted him to smooth it out.

"Two hundred gallons. I want my house spotless within a week."

"Don't worry, sir, three days! Three days! You can move in with just your bags!"

Aobo, who almost bit his tongue, spoke rapidly amidst his shock.

"And the injury on your face!" Owen smiled and pointed to the injury on his face.

"Goblins! It's all because of those brain-teasing goblins. All for the customers!" Aubo grinned foolishly, his eyes practically glued to the Galleons.

"Damn! You're a genius!"

Do you dare to come with me?

Heading to the ends of the earth~~~~~

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Next chapter: Crossdressing!

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