I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 8 The Mystery of Grindelwald (Please add to your favorites and read on.)

Irving had long suspected that his maternal grandfather might be the infamous "Dark Lord" Grindelwald.

The title of Dark Lord was imposed on him by later generations.

There was never a first Dark Lord or a second Dark Lord.

Grindelwald believed that everything he did was for the benefit of all mankind, so it was not evil.

Many years later, Rita Skeeter made this assessment of Grindelwald in her fabricated book, *The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore*.

—If he is not at the top of the list of the most dangerous dark wizards throughout history, it is only because a mysterious figure from a later generation has overtaken him and taken the crown.

However, it is clear that Rita Skeeter does not fully understand that period of history.

In Owen's opinion, these words should be changed to: if he is not at the top of the list of the most dangerous dark wizards of all time, it is only because Grindelwald never spread terror into Britain.

At his peak, Grindelwald faced the entire wizarding world, including several continents such as North America, Africa, and Europe, and an international wizarding search team composed of the Ministries of Magic from dozens of countries.

Voldemort's influence is nothing compared to Grindelwald's; he's not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"Albus," Professor McGonagall murmured, referring to the boy who was brazenly casting curses on his peers outside of school.

In her opinion, deducting points was too lenient; she should have been put in solitary confinement.

"Ahem, Minerva, he was just a child." The old headmaster patted Owen's head imperceptibly, then handed the wand back to him. "Besides, he hadn't even entered Hogwarts yet."

"I think strengthening education in the future will suffice."

"It's getting late." The old headmaster reached out and, half-pushing, half-forcing, pulled Owen aside. "I just remembered, you probably don't know where the Hufflepuff common room is!"

"I'll take you home," he said.

Then, to Professor McGonagall's astonishment...

An old man and a child walked past a table filled with all sorts of strange and wonderful things, pushed open an oak door, and finally disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Faintly, it seemed as if Dumbledore's gentle words echoed back: "You should buy your own wand. It will help you with your future studies."

"That professor—I don't have any money!"

"It's alright, I can help you out."

"Thank you, Professor. You're so kind to me."

The second day of school.

Irving's name spread like wildfire.

Almost everyone in Hufflepuff knows that this freshman who dared to drive the Sorting Hat crazy was actually escorted back to his dorm by the Headmaster yesterday.

According to Irving's roommate, Justin, who was encouraging him.

Dumbledore's smiling face and his warm greetings and attentive care were all toned down.

In the afternoon, rumors began to circulate that Irving was the illegitimate grandson of a certain professor.

I don't know which bastard just blurted out the truth.

Irving's first suspects were the Weasley twins, but unfortunately he didn't run into them all day.

The matter had to be dropped.

In the afternoon, Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, changed his previous bad impression of Owen.

In herbalism class, this seemingly unreliable little wizard actually possessed a wealth of knowledge about herbs, even though that knowledge contained all sorts of errors. Professor Sprout couldn't help but take a liking to this unique and intelligent student.

What Irving really wanted to study was the course on the protection of magical creatures, but unfortunately, that was an elective course only available in the third year.

In his grandfather's words: "If you ever get to Hogwarts, go check out the Wild Beasts Protection class and see what they're really capable of!"

"And then there's Hufflepuff House."

Ok!

It seems that even after so many years, his grandfather Grindelwald's resentment towards Newt has not dissipated.

Tuesday brought two new lessons – Spellcasting and Transfiguration.

Professor Flitwick held onto his previous opinion of Irving and disliked the outspoken young man.

Professor Flitwick immediately gave Owen a 5 out of 10 after he effortlessly waved his wand and compared the feather to a car speeding back and forth in the air above the classroom.

There's no way around it, he's just that outstanding.

Unlike outstanding Hogwarts alumni like Owen, he only needed a simple levitation spell.

Half of the young wizards in one class didn't quite succeed in casting the spell.

Several Hufflepuff freshmen, after a few failed attempts, refused to wave their wands anymore.

They said they were afraid of losing face.

The young wizards of Gryffindor, on the other hand, had skin as thick as a city wall. Ron, that idiot, almost poked Harry out of the eye with his wand.

However, after being struck down by Hermione, he stubbornly refused to wave his wand again.

"Sigh! The young wizards at Hogwarts still lack pressure!"

Sitting on a Hufflepuff bench in the lunch hall, Owen couldn't help but sigh.

"What, you know about other magic schools?" He had barely finished speaking when a mocking voice came from the Gryffindor bench on the other side.

It's Hermione—the little witch is still angry that he stole the spotlight from her Charms class!

"Of course, I know of a magic school where the bad students are turned into magic balls by the good students."

"Can you imagine? A two-meter-tall ball of flesh, made up of the body of a wizard, its surface pitted and covered with heads. The key is that they are not dead yet, but their bodies are intertwined with the bodies of others, and all they can do is wail day after day."

"Wow~ That sounds really interesting."

Irving still had a big smile on his face, as if he were casually asking what I was eating.

But the others, especially Justin sitting next to him, felt a chill run down their spines and quickly moved to the other side.

"Perverted!" Hermione said coldly, dismissively. "Do you think I'm stupid? Would wizards allow a school like this to exist?"

Although she had only been in the magical world for a short time, this school, which adhered to the Dark Forest theory, was clearly too shocking. No one would easily believe it.

"Really! The Realm of Realucaria Magic School!" Owen exclaimed confidently. "So, you want to explore the mysteries of the stars and pursue the magic of the stars?"

"I can teach you!"

"Who wants to learn this kind of dark magic!" The little witch put down her knife and fork; she was full.

I was so angry.

Then he picked up the thick magic book from the table and chair, stood up, glared at Owen, and strode away.

Hmm—Irving would swear on Ron's red thread, she must have gone to the library to do some research.

Hey!

That's more like it.

The little wizard is about to roll up!

How can you not study properly and spend all your time figuring out how to break school rules?

It's really true that Hogwarts doesn't have a summer tutoring program.

This is a disaster for someone like Kyrie Irving, a master of intense competition!

If everyone stops competing internally, how can we differentiate ourselves and demonstrate hierarchy?

Wouldn't this create a utopian world?

snort!

This kind of problem must be nipped in the bud!

Signed the contract and need to change the status! For those who haven't invested yet, hurry up and invest to make a fortune!

(End of this chapter)