I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 68 Harry's Little Encounter

A forced melon may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst!

In the days that followed.

Irving and Ron practically used up all the money the Malfoy family had accumulated over a century.

If he weren't afraid of being exposed, he would have even dared to take Malfoy to borrow money from loan sharks.

The main problem is that Draco is still too young.

Sesame Credit is limited!

If it were Lucius, Ron would say he'd buy fourteen flying brooms on the spot and bring them into the team with his own money!

Hey!

Seven are in use.

The other seven are just sitting there, for no particular reason, sigh! That's just how extravagant it is.

Even Kyrie Irving was somewhat tempted by what he said.

He wasn't interested in Quidditch.

That's the main point!

He thought the Malfoy family's estate was quite nice.

I got used to living here during my first playthrough.

As for Draco!

I've said it so many times, he's not a bad person!

It's just a matter of using the Soul-Stealing Curse to mentally suggest leaving the house, and then using the Forgetfulness Curse to reset the data before returning home.

This can also be seen as letting him experience the traditional skills of the black magic professor in the second semester in advance.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Mr. Ober Benny acted quickly.

They said three days, and they really did clean their house spotless in just three days.

For the past two weeks, Irving has been staying at home, playing with his cat, studying recipes, and researching ancient magic.

This has always been his habit.

Early in the morning, Owen woke up and began writing a letter to Hannah.

Eight letters a day as promised! Eight letters a day!

Be honest and keep your promises!

—To Hannah Abbott.

—Have you had breakfast? (First letter!)

—Have you had lunch yet? (Second letter!)

—Have you had dinner yet?

—Have you had your late-night snack yet?

Are you asleep?

--Good night!

—Hey! I knew you weren't asleep!

—Let's get up and have some fun! (PM: 02:30)

For the first few days, Hannah replied to every single one of his letters, and the two seemed to be chatting in real time.

But a week later, there was no further news from them. (Humorous)

Ah!

Woman, keep your promises! You bastard!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Today, after sending out the second letter.

He was busy cooking rice in the living room when he was suddenly disturbed by a loud ringing of the doorbell.

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Telephone?

Come to think of it, Irving had almost forgotten that he still had a telephone in his house.

He put down his chopsticks, walked over, and took the bowl.

"Like this?"

He yelled into the phone, "Really! I'm eating! Why are you calling?"

If it's telemarketing or something, believe me, I'll run down the phone line and beat you up!

"Hello! Is this Owen?" Harry's hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"A strange creature suddenly appeared in my house."

"If you have time."

Meanwhile, at number 4 Privet Drive, Harry was staring intently with his round, almond-shaped eyes, cautiously surveying everything in the room.

Last night, he was suddenly awakened by Hedwig's cries.

After opening my eyes, I vaguely saw a mysterious creature by my window, but in the blink of an eye, the short, gooey creature disappeared on the spot.

He thought he had misread it.

He didn't realize he had lost something until he woke up in the morning.

It was a package sent by Ron, which he received last night. It was a huge box filled with all sorts of things: clothes, food, and various magical items.

There's even a complete set of Quidditch protective gear, and various maintenance kits for flying brooms.

Among them was a letter from Ron, who said that they had taken it from Malfoy.

There's too much stuff; the owl can't deliver it all.

Irving suggested they use Muggle courier services.

It was supposed to be sent from London to London, but this unfortunate package took a full two weeks to arrive.

There were so many things in the box last night that he didn't have time to check them carefully. It was already late, and Harry originally planned to do it when he got up in the morning.

Then I woke up...

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Ok?

Where is my huge suitcase?

That's all?

Damn it, even the most notorious thieves are trying to steal from him.

Furious, Harry didn't even consider calling Hermione; instead, he dialed the Owen family's number directly.

Ah!

The wicked must be punished by the wicked!

That's what he thinks.

"Oh! Whoosh!"

Irving immediately knew who the thief was on the other end of the phone.

It's just Dobby, the Malfoy family's little elf!

However, it seems to have appeared a bit too early!

It's only the beginning of summer vacation, only mid-July.

And it's strange, really.

For a while, Draco was out and about every day, but Lucius didn't seem to notice.

Irving also wanted to go fishing.

I fished for a whole week and didn't catch a single fish.

What has Lucius been up to lately?

Could it be—

"I'll be there soon, wait for me to take bus number two." Owen unusually didn't mention money.

It's not that his public image is about to collapse, but he recently made a fortune and has become a bit arrogant, looking down on the meager earnings Harry Potter has.

After hanging up the phone, he first used the canned fish to lure Sirocco, who was fighting with his pillow on the sofa, then grabbed the palm-sized creature and stuffed it into his arms before leaving the house.

He had an idea.

In the original story, Lucius believed Voldemort was dead. In his second year, the Ministry of Magic was drafting a new "Muggle Protection Act"—a law drafted with the help of Ron's father, Arthur.

He was afraid that certain mysterious dark magic items in his home might bring him trouble.

In addition, her hatred for Arthur led her to deliberately stuff Tom's notebook into Ginny's bookcase.

But now.

Malfoy saw with his own eyes that Voldemort was still alive.

Will Lucius, having learned the truth, still want to get rid of the Horcruxes?

Will the secret room be opened again?

All of this needs to be put on a big question mark?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After a bumpy ride of more than an hour, Irving finally arrived at Privet Road.

As soon as he got off the train, he saw Harry pacing anxiously back and forth on the platform, waiting for him.

That scene gave off a feeling of Jerry waiting for his older cousin.

"Hi! Owen!" The moment Harry saw Owen, the worry on his face instantly became even more worry.

I jogged over there.

"I have something to tell you."

He was filled with anger in the morning, so he didn't think much about it.

After making the call, he regretted it a little; he should have called Hermione!

Because he seriously suspected that if Irving heard his aunt and uncle swearing at him, he would give them each a big melon to eat.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

Although Harry wanted to continue explaining, Owen did not stand still to wait for him to speak.

Instead, he walked very naturally toward his aunt's house, as if he had been there before!

"Huh?" Harry looked puzzled, but didn't think much of it and hurriedly chased after them.

There is no bus service on Privet Road in the suburbs.

Owen and Harry still had a long way to go.

After walking through several streets.

From a distance, the two spotted Penny tending to the flowerbeds in the yard.

Damn! When did computer fundamentals exams become this difficult? There are so many questions, and they're all so hard. I haven't even finished typing them all. I feel like I'm just a complete idiot who only knows how to turn a computer on and off!

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(End of this chapter)