I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 80 New Semester, New Look (Please subscribe!)

"Hannah."

A heartless giant radish.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

(⊙o⊙)...

Although he knew he was still innocent, he looked at Hannah's eyes.

I always felt like I owed her something.

Irving reflected on the past year.

I don't think I've ever done anything to win someone's heart.

Is it because I'm too handsome?

Seriously? Is this a sin?

"Let me introduce you to a new friend, this is Luna, a natural-born Ravenclaw."

I took a breath.

Irving pointed at Luna.

Little Luna showed no embarrassment whatsoever; she held up her strange glasses in one hand and stretched out the other.

"Hello there."

"Hello—hello," Hannah said stiffly, forgetting to bend her outstretched hand. Her eyes were fixed on Owen.

"You've also been harassed by gnats," said the elfin-like Luna with innocent charm.

"Excuse me—what is that?"

"Stop—" Seeing that he was about to pad the word count again, Owen quickly stopped him, and Hagrid was already looking at him.

New students must cross Black Lake by small boat.

"You should go now, Luna," he said.

"Oh! Yes, I have to go." With that, Luna waved to Owen and skipped away from the platform.

Meanwhile, Justin squeezed through the crowd.

The Hufflepuff trio reunited.

"Hi, Owen, hello Hannah," he greeted warmly.

"I couldn't find you on the train," he said.

The group walked side by side toward the carriage on the other side.

"My whole family went to Paris for the summer. I even met an Auror from Paris."

"It was the first time I met a foreign wizard. I even went to the French Ministry of Magic."

"Oh my god, you have no idea how spectacular it is. We registered with the Ministry of Magic."

Thanks to Justin's rambling, rapid-fire chatter, he successfully brought the atmosphere back to normal for the three of them.

Along the way, Owen, a staunchly straightforward man, explained to Hannah that a man cannot break his promises; if he says he'll send eight letters, he must send eight every day. Sending one less letter would be an insult to a person who doesn't even exist.

After receiving a huge eye roll from Hannah.

She then asked about Luna.

Luna?

I met him on the train!

What else can we do?

The straight man blurted it out without even thinking.

Then Hannah stopped talking to him.

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 carriage, pulled by the Thestrals, wound its way through the secluded lanes, drawing ever closer to the brightly lit castle.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

They finally arrived at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall doesn't look too happy!" Owen and the group of young wizards walked through the hall's entrance.

After glancing at Teacher Miao, who was standing guard at the door waiting for the new students, he asked in confusion.

"Um—I think you should look for the cause of this problem within yourself," Justin said, his lips twitching slightly.

The professor is unhappy because he saw you!

"Me? What's wrong with me? I have no problem. It's all other people's fault." He argued irrationally and strode over to the long table in Hufflepuff.

The group sat down.

Irving's gaze automatically landed on the podium.

Yes, Lockhart did indeed come.

Right next to Dumbledore, who had just blinked, sat Lockhart, looking as if he'd lost his soul! (Oh~ it's the Imperius Curse, the White Lord's Imperius Curse!)

He stared blankly at the candle suspended in mid-air, its face pale, eyes lifeless, shoulders shrugged.

He looked like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

"Wow! The first day of school at Hogwarts is so interesting! Hehe, this is going to be fun!"

The Sorting Ceremony for new students was much faster, except for the absence of Owen, Harry, and Hermione, who caused a lot of trouble for the young wizards.

As expected, Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor.

The little witch ran excitedly to Ron's side.

I gave him a big hug.

What followed was the death stare of the Weasley twins and Percy.

As we all know, some people are alive, but they are already dead. Some people are dead, and that's it.

As for Luna, the Moon Princess (Lani?), she went to her loyal Ravenclaw.

After the branch ceremony.

It's mealtime.

The little wizard was starving, and a gust of wind swept away the remaining clouds.

Near the end, Dumbledore slowly rose. He first introduced Lockhart, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and then mentioned a few things to note, such as: freshmen are not allowed to wander around the Forbidden Forest, and the girls' washroom on the third floor is under renovation.

When discussing why young wizards shouldn't go to certain dangerous places, the speaker specifically mentioned the Savior Squad and the Dark Forces Squad.

Honestly, these students almost died several times last year. With all that flailing around, even the old principal had to get his heart checked.

After saying all this, Dumbledore extended his wand, and golden musical notes and words flowed from the tip of his wand.

It's time to sing the school song again!

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts."

Please teach us knowledge.

Whether we are balding old people,

The child who fell and injured his knee

Our minds can accept

Some interesting things—

The orientation party quietly ended amidst Harry's enthusiastic tone, Hermione's shyness, Hannah's listlessness, Weasley's antics, Ron's excitement, and Malfoy's disdain.

Justin?

Oh, he can't sing the school song.

No one had told him that the school song was just a tune the little wizard had randomly picked.

As for Irving

A single "Star-Lord's Happy Song" successfully led everyone astray.

Even the Weasley twins couldn't control themselves from their funeral march, and halfway through, they started yelling along with Owen.

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.

On the first day of school, everything is meaningless.

On the second day of school, everything was permitted.

That very night, Irving sneaked into the Forbidden Forest, found a few giant eight-eyed spiders, and borrowed some of their venom.

The fourth day of school happened to be a Saturday.

It's time for Hufflepuff's traditional freshman gathering again.

Someone had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Without a word from Chief Truman, Irving led Justin, who had been rehearsing all day, and a very reluctant Hannah into the common room.

"Owen, what are you doing here?" Truman asked with a somewhat helpless expression, looking at Owen who was making a JOJO-like face.

That look on his face, which clearly said he was about to cause trouble, made him feel utterly exhausted.

But then I think about how I only need to persevere for another year to graduate at the end of the year.

Truman felt much more relaxed.

"Dusan, leave the rest to me!" Someone continued to stand before the young wizards with a stern face and an inexplicable aura.

"Alright. Just watch yourself." Since he was practically a prefect in Owen's eyes anyway, Truman simply stopped caring.

They stepped aside to prepare to watch the show.

Meanwhile, an upperclassman, drawn by the JOJO vibe, had surrounded the freshmen, all waiting for Owen's new adventure.

(End of this chapter)