I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 79 Dear Luna, it's so good to see you again.

Time flows.

In the blink of an eye, only 1% of the students' happy summer vacation remains.

With Dobby's help, Irving no longer needs to carry many things with him.

When he left home, he had his hands in his pockets, and the only thing he had in his coat was Tom's notebook.

The last day of August.

Around 10 a.m., Irving arrived at King's Cross Station on time.

Perhaps it was because he arrived too early.

So they didn't meet Harry and the others.

I passed through the wall, boarded the train, and randomly found an empty carriage to sit down.

The window was filled with wizards seeing him off, which provided Owen with plenty of material.

He quickly pulled out his notebook and continued writing his story!

Damn it—I shouldn't have fooled Voldemort in the first place!

For more than a month, he spent every day thinking about what to make up for the next day!

He had an extremely difficult summer vacation.

What's even more infuriating is that, as the only reader, that damn Tom still didn't react at all.

Unlike our lovely readers.

Should we also give the poor author some recommendation tickets or monthly tickets as a reward?

Hmm—I wish all the little wizards who voted will receive their letters from Hogwarts soon.

"Merlin's beard, it's Owen, let's go!" The sound of light footsteps from a group of young wizards came from outside the cubicle.

"It really is him!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"If he sets his sights on us, we're finished."

Several more voices rang out. After exchanging a glance with Owen through the window, they quickly shrank back and ran away in a panic.

"Uh—Is my reputation widespread now?" Owen touched his fair, beautiful, and delicate face, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

After a year of hard work and dedication, almost no one at Hogwarts, except for Harry and his friends, wants to stay with him.

The reason? — Fear.jpg

Even Hufflepuff isn't universally accepted.

At least Prefect Truman had already ignored him.

"Hello there."

Just as Owen came to his senses and was about to continue making up lies to fool Tom, the door to the cubicle was suddenly pulled open.

A melodious, ethereal voice, like that of a singer, reached my ears.

That was a girl with silver eyes, dark golden-brown hair, and sparkling eyes.

She wore a pair of radish-shaped earrings on her earlobes and a necklace made of butter beer bottle corks around her neck.

Her ethereal beauty made her exceptionally radiant.

It's like the moon's reflection on Earth.

"Can I sit here?" She was dragging a suitcase in one hand and holding a pair of strange red and blue star-shaped glasses in the other.

"Of course, please feel free to make yourself at home."

Owen waved his wand to help her put her suitcase away.

"That's amazing." Luna lifted her skirt slightly and sat down opposite him.

She put on her strange glasses and looked him over.

She seemed very casual.

Her legs swayed incessantly, and red stockings occasionally peeked out from under her skirt.

So cute!

"You're being harassed by horseflies." Suddenly, she stared at her silvery-white, moon-like eyes and said sympathetically.

"A harassing horsefly?"

"Yes, harassing flies... they're invisible, they float into your ears and mess with your brain," she said. "I think I just saw one buzzing around here."

She clapped her hands in the air, as if trying to shoo away an invisible giant moth.

"Oh, nothing can bother me, miss. I think you must be mistaken."

Luna, the little angel who was refuted by Owen, did not rush to refute him. She just kept looking at him with her detached eyes and a hint of sympathy between her brows, and said softly, "You must be bothered by harassing flies."

"Otherwise, how could you be so lonely?"

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Hearing the sound.

Irving gently closed the notebook in his hand.

Rarely, without any negative emotions, he simply smiled as if seeing an old friend and said, "Dear Luna, it's so good to see you again."

Luna Lovegood.

A true Ravenclaw.

The true spiritual successor to Rowena Ravenclaw.

He is also the only friend of Owen's who remained unchanged throughout the first playthrough.

He met Luna when he was in fourth grade.

It had been less than two years since he left Hogwarts. Although they were very close, well, their friendship was destined to be short-lived.

"You know me," Luna said confidently. Although it was her first time meeting Owen, his eyes didn't lie.

"It was like a dream, a dream in which we were good friends."

"Yeah?"

"Then we can continue to be friends!" Without any hesitation, Luna took off her glasses and extended her fair hand. "My name is Luna Lovegood. I'm a freshman this year."

"Irving, Irving Sanchez, sophomore."

As a friend, Irving also reached out his hand in response.

And so, the two young hands were intertwined.

"I heard about you." Luna stood up and sat down next to Owen.

She rummaged through the pink backpack at her waist for a few minutes and then pulled out a magazine.

"The Quibbler, my dad's magazine," she said.

Then, I turned a few pages.

“Look,” she said, pointing to a photo in the magazine. “My dad doesn’t like Lockhart either; he thinks he’s too flamboyant.”

I don't know which reporter took the photo.

The frame freezes on the moment Harry draws his wand, casts a spell on Lockhart, and Lockhart falls awkwardly to the ground.

The main character is naturally the famous savior, while Owen is just a supporting character, vaguely appearing in a corner of the photo.

"It's a pity they didn't capture my handsome face in the photo," Owen said with a look of disdain.

"I think so too." Luna looked at Owen very sincerely. "You look much better in person than in the photos."

"It's just that her smile is weird." She shook her head and mumbled, "It's fake."

Irving looked at her, his eyes clearer than ever before.

He suddenly remembered his final farewell to Luna during his first playthrough.

That day, in the height of summer, the buds had just sprouted.

The valley of Hogwarts is covered with green grass swaying in the wind.

He couldn't remember the details clearly, but all he could hear was that ethereal voice: "I hope every smile you have from now on is genuine."

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.

The last rays of summer sunlight streamed through the car window and shone on Owen and Luna.

The train slowly started moving.

The fragrant aroma of fresh grass from the countryside wafted in, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.

At noon, Irving bought a large bag of snacks and two glasses of chilled pumpkin juice.

The two chatted and laughed, and he went along with her all the way to Hogsmeade Station.

They were interrupted by another soft voice.

"Owen." Hannah, filled with rage, pushed her way through the crowd.

She wanted to question him about why he had been sending eight letters a day for two whole months, just scrap paper to her home.

But he had just stepped out of the crowd.

What comes into view.

Irving is telling Luna about the legend of the Black Lake.

Suddenly, Hannah's anger vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of grievance.

Thank you to Si Quan for the Qidian Coins donation.

— Failed to advance in four rounds

—But it's alright, it'll be available on the 1st anyway, so it won't cause any problems.

That's how steady my mindset is!

(End of this chapter)