I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 74 The Eve of School Starts (Please read on!!!)

—September 25, 1950.

—My application was rejected again.

—Hogwarts is becoming increasingly dangerous; Grindelwald's men are everywhere.

Even Gryffindor has seen the emergence of many small cliques that worship the Dark Lord.

—There's this wicked boy named Harry Potter who openly proclaims himself the leader of those circles. Good heavens! This kind of world is suffocating.

Is it really impossible for another hero to emerge who can rival Grindelwald?

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Although Voldemort was only sixteen years old.

But they're not so easily fooled.

Irving kept a diary for almost a month, but he didn't reply with a single word!

The previous ink stains hadn't disappeared, making him almost think the diary was fake and that Lucius was fooling him.

Or perhaps the notebook's spirit knows about the outside world.

In short, our sixteen-year-old Tom is characterized by his quiet demeanor, pride, and shyness.

knock!

Even storytellers need readers, okay?

No one's commenting, there's no passion at all!

This is ridiculous!

Knock! He's been castrated!

In just over a month, Irving's story outline has gone completely off track.

To this end, he even bought copies of "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings" hoping to draw some inspiration from them.

It's a pity it's only 1992, otherwise Owen would have definitely introduced Tom to a continent called Azeroth, or a magic school called Rearucalia.

Irving spent the rest of the summer vacation quite comfortably.

Aside from the only amusing incident being Oberon Benny's warning to stop using magic outside of school, which Draco then dismissed with Galleons, the rest of the events were rather mundane.

Oh, speaking of which, Draco has come knocking on my door several times these past few days.

She arrogantly claimed she was there to cause him trouble, saying she wanted revenge for the arrow he had used to control her, and so on. But in reality, her status as an ATM girl hadn't changed at all. She had simply gone from being forced to doing it voluntarily.

The only advantage is that Kyrie Irving's Alipay credit limit has increased significantly.

"I wonder what kind of crazy trick Lucius is up to this time."

Surely she wouldn't have used her charm on him!

He's not a French priest, this trick won't work on him!

Got it!

Anyway, they weren't there to assassinate him. Since he can afford to spend money, let young Master Malfoy do whatever he wants. It's none of our business.

It's approaching mid-August.

The much-anticipated candidate for Defense Against the Dark Arts professor arrived at his home along with the new semester's reading list delivered by the school's owl.

Along with the letter Harry sent.

They agreed to go shopping together in Diagon Alley.

Ah, and of course, our dear Mr. Malfoy.

The next day, Owen got up very early, and Dobby the elf had already prepared breakfast.

After a quick meal, he dressed up a bit and then had Dobby take him to Diagon Alley.

In front of Gringotts.

A group of young wizards escorted them down the steps.

The Weasleys all looked strange, especially Mr. Arthur, who seemed to have a fever.

Harry's demeanor was also rather abnormal; his forced composure reminded Owen of Draco, the young master who had boasted that he would one day defeat him.

"Hey! Kyrie."

From a distance, Ron spotted the boy with short, black hair in the crowd at a glance.

He waved happily, with a small figure following beside him.

It's Ginny!

"How was your summer vacation?" Ron excitedly approached, then whispered when he was right in front of him, "I heard you extorted another large sum of money from the Malfoys."

"Hey~ I'm warning you, Mr. Weasley! Don't slander me! What do you mean by extortion? That's investment, angel investment, you know?"

"This is the Malfoy family's affirmation of my abilities and future! You know nothing!"

"Fine, I don't understand." Ron continued, unfazed, "So how much money did you swindle from him?"

"This number," Irving said, holding up three fingers.

"three hundred?"

"Who do you think you are, you little rascal!"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Sanqian?"

"Thirty thousand!" Owen pronounced the unit "ten thousand" heavily. Who knows what possessed him to be willing to give Harluthius thirty thousand Galleons for free? With the mentality that "a fool wouldn't pass up a bargain," Owen accepted it without hesitation.

"Wow~ You've struck it rich!" Ron held Ginny's hand, looking at Owen in disbelief. His hand slipped out of control due to his surprise, causing the little witch next to him to furrow her brow.

This scene was witnessed by George, Fred, and Percy, who were standing behind them.

The three brothers' faces instantly darkened!

That damn Ronald stole their only sister's love.

He's finished.

Let me tell you!

We'll stake our honor on the men of the Weasley family.

The three of them were seething with anger, but Ron, at the center of the storm, was completely unaware of it.

He cheerfully called Harry over, and the group walked towards Flourish and Blotts, chatting and laughing.

Ginny, dressed in a brand-new robe, had her head down, steam rising from her head, whether from Harry being too close or something else, it was hard to tell.

Only Irving saw through it all.

He smiled and looked at Ron, who seemed a little smug.

Oh, you silly child!

He lost himself in his cute little sister's repeated calls of "brother," completely unaware that his cute little sister had five brothers!

The eerie atmosphere persisted all the way to the entrance of Flourish and Blotts.

The bustling crowd and the heat it generated instantly dispelled their fragile and eerie atmosphere.

"Another unlucky guy," Owen muttered under his breath, pursing his lips.

"Today is Lockhart's new book launch. My mom loves his books," Ron said with a look of disdain as he glanced at the crowded bookstore.

"Professor Lockhart is an author?" Harry was somewhat surprised; this was the first time he'd met a living wizard-writer. "What's his name?"

He planned to buy a copy to take a look. After all, he was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts; it should be a very professional teaching book, full of all sorts of spells and methods for dealing with dangerous situations!

Right? Right?

"Ha! The book title: 'The Bragging Me'," Owen said coldly.

He hates people who have no real ability but still act all high and mighty.

She was simply trying to steal his thunder, that's not it.

"Hi! Harry, Owen, Ron." Hermione's voice suddenly came from afar.

Irving looked over upon hearing the sound.

In the distance, there was a man wearing a blue wool sweater and a black wizard's robe.

The little witch, wearing flat leather shoes, hurried towards them. (Luckily, I checked, and it's only in the teens in London in August; I almost wrote short sleeves and sandals.)

"Are you here for Professor Lockhart's autograph too? Good heavens! There are so many people here. I never knew there were so many wizards in Britain. I've been queuing for days!" she said excitedly.

"What time did you arrive this morning?" Owen glanced at Hermione, whose face was flushed with the spring water of Senaihe River and whose entire body was brimming with intense hormones, and asked.

P.S.: It's Tuesday again, little wizards!

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Wishing you continued success in writing your new version of Harry Potter!

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It's Tuesday again.

(End of this chapter)