I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 66 Ron Weasley

Irving put his hood back on.

A cryptic gaze fell upon Malfoy.

He didn't have much interaction with Draco in the second timeline.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

Because some traits are considered cute when they are present in a girl.

If it's a boy, that's a point of sharpness, a point of brutal beating!

Despite having similar names and backgrounds, he never connected the people from the first timeline with those from the second timeline.

Miss Draco is Miss Draco, and Malfoy is Malfoy.

His relationship with Miss Draco was a pure revolutionary friendship.

Back then, her family provided substantial financial support to the Death Eaters. Owen specifically arranged for her to leave England to prevent potential future repercussions.

If we're talking about someone who really had a complicated relationship with Miss Draco, it has to be Harry Potter from the first playthrough. They almost ended up together, okay?

Years later, a certain scumbag and womanizing radish truthfully defended himself.

"Who are you?" Malfoy finally snapped out of his daze amidst the surrounding arguing.

He stared intently at Melina. He was still young and didn't understand love and romance, but it was only natural to stop and admire something beautiful.

Given the Malfoy family's wealth and influence, the eldest son's favorite items are usually brought home.

He looked at Melina's clothes; although they were unadorned, her delicate, fair hands made his heart race.

"Do you like it?" A 'girl' whose face was not clearly visible stretched out her slender hand and made various gestures in the air.

"Joy—" Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the hand in his line of sight had suddenly become enormous and was getting closer and closer to him.

Hmm—this plot seems strangely familiar.

like.

As time passed, several years later, when he and his father were buying antiques in Diagon Alley, it seemed they encountered an old man with white hair and a nightmare.

They are selling things.

Then--

Ah! Ah, why? Why can't I remember suddenly?

And then what happened?

His memories suddenly became blurry. He only remembered that he seemed to have been tortured, but he couldn't recall exactly what happened.

At this moment, his memory was like a mixed oil painting of various colors, stirred up and turned into an impressionist painting.

Suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into Draco's mind.

Irving's hand froze in mid-air, his slender index finger pointing towards Draco's brow, but without touching it.

Silver, like a strand of silk, a memory flowing gently from my fingers.

This gradually blinded Draco.

"You are Miss Draco, you are Miss Draco, you are Miss Draco."

"Deductive reasoning, become a witch, become a witch, become a magical girl."

His incessant chatter, along with that stunning face, flowed into Draco's mind.

Ah!

How about giving it a try and some magical transformation?

For a wizard, changing a person's perception is quite simple.

"I am—Miss Draco."

Malfoy stared blankly, his eyes now completely shaped like Owen's.

"this--"

Ron, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed at the 'girl' in front of him in disbelief.

Good heavens! What kind of magic is that?!

He swallowed hard, and suddenly the image of Malfoy as a girl popped into his mind.

Eww—that's terrifying!

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Perhaps because they had been in contact for so long, he had almost forgotten that the guy in front of him was a complete little dark wizard who could use all sorts of forbidden spells at will.

"Ron, little one—" Perhaps noticing Ron's gaze, Owen, hooded, suddenly turned around and said with a hint of mockery, "Do you want to become a magical girl too?"

"Lon?"

Even though he didn't see Melina's face, which Owen had transformed into, Ron still saw it as if in a hallucination: the smile on his lips.

"Come with me!"

Grab the hand of a little wizard who is trying to escape.

Irving, along with Draco, quickly disappeared down the street.

After a while.

On the cobblestone street, several young wizards suddenly reappeared.

By this time, Owen had already dispelled the illusion spell on him.

"I'm warning you, creating this alternate account takes me a lot of time. If I find out you've spread what happened today..."

As Irving spoke, he patted Malfoy on the shoulder.

He was still processing the information Irving was sending him, even though he was in a daze; his little brain's processing power is a bit limited.

So slow!

"Uh—" Ron swallowed hard and nodded quickly. "I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything."

"clever!"

Irving nodded in satisfaction; he enjoyed dealing with intelligent people.

And what about Ron?

He bribed them with ten Galleons—which was actually a small bag of unicorn fur.

As for where Irving got the unicorn hair.

Ron, of course, recalled what had happened in the Forbidden Forest, and immediately shut his mouth.

If he continued talking, the little black wizard in front of him, who was greedy, gluttonous, and had some strange quirks, was about to kill him.

"Your eyes are a little dangerous, Ron."

"No, I wasn't thinking about anything." He quickly turned his head, but the image of Melina's stunning beauty kept flashing through his mind.

So Kyrie Irving likes to dress in women's clothing!

After having lunch in Diagon Alley.

Kyrie Irving, who doesn't have much to do, is still cleaning up his house.

So he continued wandering around Diagon Alley.

Suddenly, looking up, they realized they had arrived next to the Madam Malkin's Robe boutique.

I saw the store piled high with all sorts of costumes and wizard robes.

"Wait!" he said.

Ron grabbed Irving, who was already lost in thought, and pulled him into the Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

Welcome!

Lady Malkin is a friendly, plump witch.

The store was deserted, with only him, Ron, and Malfoy as customers.

Indeed, this is not the time when students buy clothes.

Summer vacation has just begun.

Everyone's still enjoying themselves!

"I want to buy a new robe, a Hogwarts student robe," Ron said directly.

"Of course, is it for yourself?" With that, Madam Malkin waved her hand, and a measuring tape flew over to her side, its tape protruding, apparently to take Ron's measurements.

"No, it's for my sister." Ron hurriedly took a step back.

This was his first time entering the Madam Malkin's Robe boutique.

His school uniforms were all hand-me-downs from his older brothers.

The place I visit most often is a second-hand robe shop.

His cheeks flushed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

But then he realized that he didn't seem to know what size Ginny wore!

"She's a little shorter than me and thinner," he explained awkwardly, gesturing with his hands.

It's funny to think about.

The company was without power all day today.

My phone was turned off around 10 a.m.

Wow, we did all sorts of games that day: playing cards, hide-and-seek, exploring the company building, and wandering around outside!

Damn it, they've even taken the master away.