I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 81 I am your eldest brother!

"I am Owen Sanchez, a second-year student."

"I'm here to remind you."

The dark-themed guy exudes a powerful aura.

Irving swept his gaze across the group of innocent yet naive freshmen and continued, "We upperclassmen are your best—big brothers!!!"

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask us, and we'll be happy to answer them for you."

"Now, please introduce yourselves. Everyone, please introduce your original school and name. Let's start with you!" He pointed to the wizard on the far right.

"I—" The young wizard who was called out stood up in a daze, and then whispered shyly, "I am from England, Greater Manchester, and my name is Domingo Meyers."

"No energy!" Justin shouted energetically, finally getting a chance to shine. "I can't hear you."

"Let's try again!"

"I can't hear you! Say it again!"

"Can't hear me! Start over, you think you can get by in Hufflepuff with such a low voice?!" Owen followed up.

"I—I come from Greater Manchester, my name is Domingo Meyers." The little guy, who had never seen anything like this before, quickly stood up straight, head held high, and shouted until his face turned red.

"Good! Very energetic! Next!" Owen nodded approvingly, then glanced at the next witch.

"My name is Karen Cabrera, and I'm from Ireland."

"I can't hear you!"

"I can't hear you, the sound is too low!"

"Let's do it again!!!" The upperclassmen around, who had instantly gotten into character, shouted all at once.

Their faces were excited, their eyes gleaming with the green light of a lecher.

They figured out Irving's little trick in a second.

It's easy to imagine that in the near future, this fun will be combined with Hufflepuff's new traditions and passed down forever.

The little girl was so frightened by everyone that she almost burst into tears.

But the inexplicable bullying made her too afraid to answer. She could only shout in a trembling voice, "My name is Karen Cabrera, and I'm from Ireland."

"Okay! Next!"

Irving shouted, and Karen Cabrera quickly sat down.

But the joy that belongs to their senior year is only just beginning.

Hufflepuff has always been a popular place for new students.

The fun lasted until lunchtime before finally coming to an end.

Besides the freshmen.

Every Hufflepuff had a smile on their face.

Until Professor Sprout arrived

then

Owen thus earned his first detention of his second year, and all the older young wizards present were penalized with a one-point deduction.

Sigh—it's another case of students being kept in the classroom; there's nothing new about it.

Owen, with a smirk, waved to the other older brothers while Professor Sprout wasn't looking, like a hero.

My buddy's going to have tea in the greenhouse.

Ah—those magical plants, each one is incredibly valuable, and Professor Sprout is easy to talk to, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to take a few of them.

Thinking about it this way, this isn't punishment at all!

They've definitely gone to get more stock.

In Professor Sprout's greenhouse, many mandrake seedlings were growing.

Do you remember last semester?

The only mature mandrake plant that the professor had brought in from afar had already turned to ashes under Voldemort's curse.

After the incident, Professor Sprout, unusually, lost his temper and said he was determined to find the grass thief.

Unfortunately, despite a week of searching by the entire Hufflepuff community, no suspicious individuals were found.

Because the professor ruled out the most suspicious one from the very beginning.

In Professor Sprout's own words: "Although Owen is a naughty and mischievous boy, I believe he would never steal anything; he's not that kind of person."

Irving was genuinely touched by this inexplicable trust.

then

He returned half of the fourteen kinds of herbs he had stolen last semester.

Waaah—I'm so sentimental. I'm going to go cry for a bit now.

"Remember to write an observation journal about white safflower when you get back, six inches long." As Professor Sprout was leaving after concluding his greenhouse farming trip, he said to Owen, who was all smiles and bouncing around as if he had been liberated, with a cold face.

"Ah! Six inches!"

"Seven inches!"

"Oh! I mean, no problem, Professor, I'll hand it in next week."

"The day after tomorrow!" Professor Sprout continued, his face stern.

"The day after tomorrow... I don't have time! I have to go back and write my fantasy novel." Owen muttered, his eyes wide, his bright gray eyes reflecting Professor Sprout's figure.

He tried to get away with it by acting cute.

"Tomorrow!" the professor said firmly.

"(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~" Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, he could only pout and run away in a flash.

"This child." Only after the little devil's figure disappeared from the greenhouse did Professor Sprout's face finally break into a smile.

Although the child had a terrible temper, he was extremely talented.

It could be said that he was the most outstanding student she had ever taught. Perhaps one day, she too could nurture a student capable of changing the magical world.

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.

Professor Sprout over there dreamed that his students changed the world.

Here, the students, Irving, are creating a brand new world with their own hands.

—November 3, 1950.

—Today, the great villain Grindelwald has gained another henchman.

—It was a witch named Mona Prout, skilled in using the Great Ming Bite-King Cabbage Herb. Today I dueled with her, but my magic (acting cute) had absolutely no effect. Her monster bit my knee hard.

I dragged my battered body back to the common lounge alone.

—I dare not go to the school hospital. I heard that the head nurse of Hogwarts, Bee Frey, is also one of Grindelwald's people. They often secretly harvest the livers of young wizards to experiment on some kind of evil and heinous magic.

I don't want to wake up one morning without a kidney.

—I want to transfer schools, but I've heard that other magic schools in Europe are even more brutal than Hogwarts. I want to drop out, but—where can I go? Hogwarts is already the only pure land in the world. Outside, it's probably a hundred times more brutal than here.

I have nowhere to go.

The Order of the Phoenix didn't want me either; they thought I was too weak.

What can I do?

What else can I do!

I want to die in a world like this!!!

Finished writing.

Irving took the chicken blood he had prepared beforehand, pretended to be grief-stricken, and stuffed it all into his notebook in one go.

Slitting one's wrists! This is imitating wrist-slitting.

Qiuqiu, the great savior! Senior Tom, please give us some feedback!

Mei Men!

Perhaps heaven truly heard his call.

Perhaps Merlin simply couldn't stand seeing this snake-skinned brat tarnishing his own reputation.