I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 64 Miss Sanchez?

And so, on the third day of summer vacation...

Irving spent half of his money.

Not anymore!

We need to make some money!

Being at home is nothing like being at Hogwarts!

Hogwarts provides meals and lodging, and there is no tuition fee.

At home, he's too lazy to even go into the kitchen.

Although he loves to eat, he's too lazy to cook.

The little elves used to do it for him.

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Ah! Hogwarts!

I miss you.

Damn it, why do students need holidays? I love studying!

No wonder so many people don't want to graduate.

Good heavens, Hogwarts is practically a human Eden; if it were him, he wouldn't want to graduate either.

Speaking of making money, Irving remembered that he still had a treasure he hadn't found a market for!

—The unicorn that was found in the Forbidden Forest is still in his box!

He simply shrunk and froze it with magic.

Hmm—I need to get rid of it as soon as possible!

After all, killing a unicorn is a serious crime! Even though he didn't kill it, it will still get him into trouble.

Hmm—Diagon Alley is a great place!

Although Knockturn Alley was clearly better, those disgusting dark wizards were pushing his limits, and Owen was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist biting into a piece of melon.

After explaining the completion of the cleaning of Aubrey Benny's house.

the next day.

It's a brand new day.

Irving started getting ready early in the morning.

Don't overthink it, he doesn't have any weird fetishes.

The main thing is to change my identity.

Although he didn't care, Dumbledore did!

He certainly didn't want tomorrow's front page headline in the Daily Prophet to be: Shocking! The distortion of humanity, the failure of education.

A young wizard at Hogwarts kills a rare and exotic unicorn—who should be held responsible for the loss of life?

Dumbledore's biggest failure, yet another student with a dark wizardry. (That's true.)

Hogwarts, its thousand-year reputation gone, has seen the birth of its youngest dark wizard.

and many more!

Don't cause trouble for Grandma, okay?

He's looked haggard for days because of his grandfather!

As an outstanding student who has won the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, I naturally cannot let the headmaster worry about me.

in the room.

He waved his wand, conjuring a mirror no smaller than the Mirror of Erised.

Then he cast a Disillusionment Spell on himself.

While casting the spell, he adjusted the specific appearance.

The transformation caused by the Illusion Spell is actually quite simple.

It's like someone has a 3D projector on their head. The projector is just showing another figure.

This level of change is naturally incomparable to that of the morphogenetic compound or compound decoction.

Because as long as there is physical contact, he can see through that thin 'veil'.

Moreover, it can be detected by various magical instruments.

For example, the detection device before entering the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

But that's enough for Irving.

Buying things!

How could there be physical contact with someone?

They even use magic to collect money, okay?

Owen started sculpting the character's face at nine in the morning, and aside from time for meals and preparing food for Sirocco, he spent over two hours sculpting it.

I got so engrossed in kneading that I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing.

It was almost noon when he finally finished pinching her cheeks.

A beautiful figure slowly emerged in the mirror.

She was a girl wearing a hooded top, a long robe, a white skirt underneath, and thick-soled brown leather boots.

She was graceful and her movements were light and elegant, like a fairy from Avalon.

He brushed aside the cloak with his hand, revealing short chestnut hair and a stunningly beautiful face.

Thin, warm lips, and a high, straight nose.

The only flaw is her left eye.

Her left eye was tightly closed, revealing the three fingers of Madman Fire.

While the fingerprints added a touch of mystery to her, they also brought a sense of imperfection, brokenness, and fragility.

Of course, this might be more likely to trigger a boy's protective instincts.

"Hello, I come from the other side of the fog, my name is Melina."

She gracefully lifted her skirt and gave a slight bow to her reflection in the mirror.

"Perfect乛乛"

Owen—ah—no! It's Melina.

A seductive smile played on her lips.

Her stunning beauty even made her momentarily dazed.

"Wow! I almost cried from how beautiful I am!"

Put on your hood.

He concealed his inexplicable shyness.

Immediately afterwards, she pushed open the door and walked straight out of the house into the sunlight.

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As a regular at Diagon Alley.

Kyrie Irving (crossed out)

Melina easily found the Leaky Cauldron, hidden at Charing Cross Road in Westminster.

"Ding-dong!"

As she pushed open the door, a cacophony of sounds, a strange smell, and gasps from the crowd rushed into her mind.

Unfortunately, few in the noisy crowd paid any attention to Melina.

Wizard!

Many people now wear hoods.

There's nothing to be surprised about.

Of course, if it were Irving himself who came here, then by now, Mr. Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, should have already taken out a broom and angrily chased him away.

A tragic past forced him to do this.

Walk through the crowd and knock on the wall of Diagon Alley.

In an instant, that vivid magical world was once again displayed before her.

"How lively!" Melina exclaimed.

"Wow, the students are all on holiday!"

At a glance.

Florin's Ice Cream Shop, Bouncing & Playing Magical Joke Shop, Mrs. Primpinier's Beauty Potions Shop, and Quidditch Boutique all displayed huge banners announcing special offers.

Especially the bouncy and playful magic joke shop, where all sorts of prank props are on display.

It seems that for students, whether in the magical world or the Muggle world, whether in Britain or elsewhere, everyone's choices lead to the same conclusion.

Without hesitation, she went straight to Slag & Giggs Pharmacy.

This is a potion shop, and also the largest potion supplier in Diagon Alley.

Of course, if you have money, they can get their hands on some things that are explicitly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

If you don't need a lot.

Push the door open and enter.

Owen (knock, wrong!) Melina's beautiful brows immediately furrowed.

For those with a potion-obsessed perspective, this potion supply shop is a fascinating place filled with all sorts of interesting things.

But for an ordinary wizard with a sound mind and no blindness, upon entering the room, one would see a row of barrels of viscous substance on the floor, and against the wall, various jars of powders and herbs.

Bundles of feathers, sharp teeth, and claws hung from the ceiling.

This is definitely not a good experience.

In addition, there's the smell of the entire prescription.

It smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and rotten vegetables.

All I can say is that those who make potions need a bit of a talent for losing their sense of smell.

Anyone with a normal, unobstructed nose would absolutely find this smell unbearable.

There was another "ding-dong".

Then a middle-aged wizard with graying temples came out from the inner room.

It's raining! It's drizzling!

I love rain!

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Today I went to conduct onboarding training for employees of other companies. (Why did they choose me?)

From 9 a.m. to 2 p.m.

A good opportunity to return to the company, but the company had a power outage.

I heard that the company lost power right after I left.

You say the power goes out, fine, but this idiot manager won't even let us mention leaving get off work. He's totally insane. Our jobs rely entirely on computers. What can we do after the power goes out?

My phone battery died after all that browsing.

(End of this chapter)