I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 69 You wouldn't want anything to happen to your savior, would you?

"Don't bring your weird friends into my house!"

Petunia raised her head in disgust, looking at Harry and Owen as they approached, holding the huge scissors in front of her chest, and uttered an annoying remark.

This made Harry's face instantly turn awkward.

This was the first time a friend had visited "his house".

Owen, on the other hand, calmly glanced at Harry, then smiled, stretched out his hand, took a few steps forward, and before Petunia could react, he chanted a spell, a flash of silver light passing by.

The next second, she seemed to be hypnotized, and her whole body became wooden.

His eyes became vacant. His body stood stiffly upright.

Then, like a machine, she stiffly bent down and continued tending to her flowerbed.

Entering the living room, after Dudley had also been captivated.

Irving seemed to be in an uninhabited area.

"Aren't young wizards not allowed to use magic outside of school?" Harry asked, puzzled.

He didn't understand Irving's tactics at all.

If he could, he would kick Dudley’s fat ass right now!

"Yes! We can't use magic!" Owen slumped comfortably on the living room sofa, smiling as he stared at Harry.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"However, the Ministry of Magic's inspection methods are quite crude. They can only provide a rough location."

As for who actually used the magic...

In an instant, Harry understood.

Owen meant that the Ministry of Magic could detect that someone in his aunt's family had used magic, but they didn't know who it was.

But after investigation, they will find that he is the only wizard around.

They will definitely blame themselves for it.

"Don't worry, it'll just be a few warning letters."

"Dumbledore can expel you?"

He slowly stood up and said without further ado, "Harry, write a letter, to anyone you like."

"A letter?" Harry was taken aback; he didn't quite understand what Owen meant.

"Don't worry about it," Irving said with a mysterious smile.

No further words.

After failing to get an answer, Harry turned around and went back upstairs.

A few minutes later, he returned to the living room carrying Hedwig and a letter in his hand.

"Let it fly away," Owen urged, teasing his cat.

"it is good."

As Harry stepped out the door, he raised his right hand, and Hedwig, who was perched on his arm, immediately flapped her wings and flew high into the air.

"Let's go. We'll follow them."

Owen suddenly stood up, grabbed Harry's hand, and headed out.

He went outside and casually waved his hand, releasing the mind control over the two Muggles.

They walked out of the neighborhood and through the various alleyways.

The clever Hedwig seemed to know what her master wanted to do.

It flew very slowly in the air, and would occasionally spin in place.

Seeing this, Irving immediately felt that the sleepyhead in his arms wasn't so appealing anymore.

Look at them!

If you dig out someone with that IQ, they'd weigh two pounds more than Peter Pettigrew.

Look at you again!

All he does all day is eat, sleep, or have a royal showdown with the cushions on the sofa.

It's completely useless.

"Look!" Suddenly, Hedwig's flight posture seemed a little off.

Harry noticed it immediately.

It flapped its wings desperately, but its altitude was decreasing.

They eventually ended up in a secluded alley.

Owen and Harry quickly gave chase.

"Don't move!" As soon as he stepped into the alley, Owen drew his wand.

The tip of the staff was aimed at the short, humanoid creature with huge, bulging eyes, dressed in clothes that looked like someone's linen.

"Even if a house-elf's Apparition is incredibly fast, it can't outrun a giant melon," Owen warned with a smile as he approached.

His feet trod across the muddy ditch.

The murky mirror reflected specks of green light.

"Avada!"

A green light flashed across Dobby's cheek, forcing its illusory form to solidify once more.

"Take my life!!!"

"I told you, don't move!" Owen's lips curled into a wicked smile, his clear eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Give Harry his bird back."

"Dobby isn't afraid of death." Hearing this, Dobby trembled as he released Hedwig, but kept the fishing letter clutched in his hand.

Harry arrived just then.

Looking at the thick stack of letters in Dobby's hands.

He recognized them immediately; they were all sent to him by his friends.

On the envelope:

The delicate handwriting—that's Hermione.

A flurry of cursive writing—that was Ron.

The tadpole-like script, indistinguishable as either English or French—that was Hagrid.

"It was you! You intercepted all my letters!" A surge of anger suddenly welled up in Harry's heart.

No wonder it took two whole weeks.

None of his friends in the magical world sent him letters.

He thought they didn't care about him at all.

turn out to be--

So it was you who did this!

Despite his anger, Harry suddenly felt a sense of relief and shouted, "Why?"

"No—Dobby can't say, Dobby."

"Harry Potter shouldn't go back to Hogwarts."

Dobby staggered along, looking like he was looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Something terrible is going to happen at Hogwarts next semester!"

"Something terrible?" Harry was taken aback. Just like last term? Was Voldemort going to infiltrate Hogwarts again?

Didn't Hagrid say that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world?

"Could it be Voldemort?" Harry turned his head and looked at Owen with a puzzled expression.

"No, don't say that name." Upon hearing the name of the mysterious man, Dobby suddenly seemed to have been struck a heavy blow. He clutched Harry's letter in one hand and painfully punched his own head with the other.

Her body was trembling painfully.

"Looks like you guessed right." Owen grinned disdainfully at Dobby's reaction. "Hey! Looks like our Mr. Voldemort still hasn't given up on his evil intentions!"

Although it's easy for them to say it.

But Owen's attention was no longer on the little Voldemort.

What he's more concerned about now is why Dobby would stop Harry from going to Hogwarts.

Just as he had deduced, Lucius already knew that Voldemort was still alive. Given that, would he dare to carelessly discard what the great Dark Lord had entrusted to him?

Isn't he afraid that the petty Voldemort will come back for revenge?

"Alright, Harry, I'll handle the rest of the questioning." With that, Owen suddenly turned his right hand and pointed his wand at Harry.

To be precise, it was Harry's little head.

"Hey Gollum over there. I'm asking you, what did Lucius send you here for?"

His wand was pointed at Harry's messy head.

This sudden turn of events completely baffled Harry.

Brother!

I know you're a psychopath!

But surely it's not to the point where we can't distinguish between friend and foe!

The enemy is over there! Over there!

Why are you pointing at me?!

"What—what are you going to do?" Dobby was also a little confused by Owen's move, and even stopped sobbing.

His large eyes stared at Owen in confusion.

"Me?" A wicked boy grinned wickedly, then put his left hand on Harry's shoulder and leaned his whole body against him.

His right hand continued to press the wand against his fluffy hair.

He said in a flippant tone, "Oh! Dobby, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your savior, would you?"

"If you don't want to, then answer the questions!"

Actually, I was planning to make my previous book a BL (Boys' Love) story.

Fearing being beaten to death by his older brothers, they temporarily changed the lead role to Hermione.

So if you're watching, the main character is a bit... well, you know.

This is perfectly normal; it's just a habit of my writing style, and certain embellishments and descriptions are ingrained in my bones.

But don't worry, this book is definitely not BL.

I've been reading a Tokyo-themed simulated romance novel lately, partly to get inspiration and see how others write about romance, hoping to gain some experience.

Haha.

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