I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 67 If you don't believe in the cross, then at least believe in Merlin!

"Okay." Mrs. Malkin smiled and took a robe from the shelf. After looking it over, she said, "If you don't know your sister's size, I suggest you buy a size up. After all, children your age grow the fastest."

"Uh—whatever you say," Ron replied, rubbing his nose. He had never bought these things before and knew nothing about them.

Rather than guessing blindly, it's better to leave the decision to professionals. Mrs. Malkin has seen far more children than he has ever tasted salt; she knows what she's doing.

"Six silver sieves, keep them safe." Madam Malkin waved her wand, packed up the robe, and floated it to Ron's hand.

"Okay, thank you, madam." Seeing Ron about to pay.

Irving immediately intervened to stop it.

Are you kidding me? We have a facial recognition machine right here, why would we need to pay for it ourselves?

"Put it on Malfoy's head!" Owen shoved Draco towards him.

Pointing at his face, he said, "Please put the blame on him."

"I think you should know him!"

"It's...it's Master Malfoy!" A wider smile suddenly appeared on Madam Malkin's face.

"Of course, of course," she said with a smile.

"So you two are friends!"

"Of course, we're best friends!" Owen said with a smirk, then subtly moved his fingers, controlling Draco with magic, and made him nod.

With the wealth of young master Malfoy.

Owen and Ron instantly embodied the treatment of protagonists in "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"

From first grade to seventh grade, all my clothes were four sets representing "spring, summer, autumn and winter".

Irving helped put it in his bag.

And now that they've opened the door to a new world, can they really just shop at one store?

Diagon Alley, from south to north.

From the golden cauldron at Partridge Cauldron to the various magic books at Flourish and Blotts.

After getting Ron a new wand from Ollivanders, they went to Florin's Ice Cream Shop and ate all the flavors of ice cream.

The various trinkets from the Playful Magical Joke Shop, and the various wizard cosmetics from Lady Primpinier's Beauty Potions Shop.

Stationery stores, Quidditch shops, whatever.

In short, just use facial recognition!

Our young master Malfoy is so shameless!

Which boss would dare to disrespect them if it weren't for the fact that Gringotts warehouse requires a key?

Believe it or not, Kyrie Irving would dare to bring Malfoy to break into their safe!

"Awesome!"

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the benches outside Florin's Ice Cream Shop.

Irving and Ron, their pockets bulging, lay back in their chairs, heads tilted back, looking completely content!

Both of their pockets were enchanted with an infinite stretching spell, and the small bag Mr. Slug had given them was already full.

During their casual conversation, Irving looked at Ron with some disbelief.

He hadn't expected it.

The first thing this guy did after he got rich was to buy Ginny her Hogwarts uniform for the year!

He thought the kid would turn around and rush into the Quidditch shop!

"What's wrong?" Ron patted his stomach with a satisfied look on his face.

He said lazily.

Wow!

It feels so good to spend the Malfoys' money!

"Ron, I'm really impressed with you now," Owen couldn't help but exclaim.

"What?"

"I always thought that once you had money, besides buying a wand, the first thing you'd do was go to the Quidditch shop. I never expected—you'd actually think of Ginny!"

Wow! — Is this the boy who has a younger sister at home?

Loved it!

"Hehe! Of course, she's my sister." The sudden compliment made Ron blush a little.

The truth, however, is known only to the Weasley family.

Today, Ginny had a big fight with her mother after learning that she would have to wear her old robes to school.

He saw how heartbroken the little girl was.

He felt stifled at home, which is why he secretly ran away.

And

His life wasn't easy either.

Professor Dumbledore did not send letters to his mother about their daily life at Hogwarts.

However, she sent the report card back.

Moreover, it's a report card ranked by age.

George and Fred have been locked in the attic to study.

And he—to be honest, Ron was certain his grades were actually pretty good.

He got excellent grades in subjects like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, but he only managed to pass other subjects that required theoretical knowledge, such as History of Magic, Herbalism, and Transfiguration.

Harry's report card wasn't much better than his.

But things went wrong because of the comparison!

Hermione's grades speak for themselves; the little witch she often played with was second in the entire grade, and the first one...?

He's absolutely insane! He got almost a perfect score in every subject! That damned Professor Snape!

However, because his answer to the Transfiguration theory was too brilliant, Professor McGonagall, under the coercion of her own sense of justice, reluctantly and with a dark face, gave Irving an O+.

So even if you round it up, you can still get him full marks in all subjects!

After a full day of interacting with Irving, Ron felt much more relaxed.

He immediately asked, "Irving."

"You're such a good student, what's your secret?"

"A trick?" Irving stroked his chin. "For someone like you who never studies, just remember one mantra!"

He suddenly turned his head and said mysteriously.

"Regarding the history of magic, transfiguration, herbalism, and the short answer questions at the end, if you don't know the answers, just copy the questions! Copy as much as you can, and then make up some random things yourself. In short, write as much as you can. Eleven inches is nothing, just write a foot!"

"That way, even though the professors know your dissertation is all based on a theoretical defense, they'll probably still give you some points for your hard work!"

"For multiple choice questions, remember this rule: if there are three long and one short, choose the shortest; if there are three short and one long, choose the longest; if there are two long and two short, choose B; if they are all the same length, choose A; if they are of different lengths, choose D; and if they are of different lengths, C is the best."

He took a deep breath and continued, "In short, the exam should be based primarily on copying, supplemented by guessing. With this combination, and Merlin's blessing, you'll definitely pass!"

"As for Potions—I suggest you just give up on it, because if you're human, then Snape is definitely a dog! Damn it, with my Potions of Life and Death, why! Why! Does he have the right to give me a good grade! Damn it, he even said my potion's color is wrong! My color is wrong? He's blind!"

"I really want to gouge his eyes out and throw them into the crucible so he can see for himself whether the color is right or not!"

Ron nodded repeatedly as he listened to Irving's curses.

They were all in the same boat; not a single person in the entire first year of Gryffindor received an award for potions.

Hermione is also good.

"Is what you're saying reliable?" Although Ron sympathized with Irving's plight, he was skeptical of the techniques he was talking about.

"Not magical enough! Too rigid!" Owen said, pulling a necklace from his pocket.

Those were Muggle antiques they had just bought at a store.

It's a silver item, a cross!

"Place this against your chest. Recall the multiple-choice questions in your mind!"

"And the first option that pops into your heart! That's Merlin's blessing!"

(End of this chapter)