I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 91 My Drama Queen and Playful Principal

But Irving's apology immediately took a different turn.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts in the first place. If I hadn't come to Hogwarts, my grandfather wouldn't have abandoned me. If my grandfather hadn't abandoned me, I should be traveling the world or in Beauxbatons, Durmstrang."

"If it were Karkaroff, with his intelligence, using my PowerPoint presentation—ah, no—the Magic Academy advancement plan, he could surpass Beauxbatons in three years and crush Hogwarts in five. I'd be the student council president by now."

Irving is quite experienced in this area; back in the day, he even managed to persuade his tutor to become a professor and for the tutor to pursue academician status.

"Hehe—" Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly at Owen's little mischief.

For some reason, Irving felt a slight pain in his calf.

Coupled with the professor's sharp gaze, he decisively shut his mouth immediately.

That shouldn't be happening!

My set of virtual PPTs, which are supposed to make you a professor in three years and an academician in five, can cure all ills!

Back then, when the young director had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, he made a phone call and said that some of the peaks in the experimental data were not quite right. Ten minutes later, the young director appeared at the door of the laboratory.

He was panting heavily, his cold was almost completely gone. (Actually, he was afraid he would break the lab equipment.)

"You!" Professor Dumbledore reached out and patted Owen's head a few times.

She looked at him with some relief.

As expected of a child raised by that person.

"I heard this same thing from someone sixty years ago."

"Ah~" In an instant, the light in Owen's eyes disappeared. Of course, he knew who Professor Dumbledore was referring to as the other person.

Suddenly, a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart, like the lament of "Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?"

Grandpa!

You've completely blocked the road!

And look again at this enormous magical material before us—the basilisk.

His heart was bleeding!

If you took this out to buy, it would cost at least 100,000 Galleons.

After all, basilisks are extremely rare, and with the added allure of Slytherin, if he just puts his mind to it and comes up with an 800-word essay, the value of this basilisk could increase at least several dozen times.

Those pure-blood families would fight tooth and nail to snatch it!

"Hey, Professor, I suddenly have a question." Owen, with the mindset of "if I can't have it, I'll disgust others," suddenly looked up and said, "No matter what, Salazar Slytherin was the founder of Hogwarts. Since the basilisk he left behind is in the castle, it should be the school's property, not privately owned."

"So, by killing the basilisk, wouldn't that be considered vandalism?"

"I'm the principal," the old principal said matter-of-factly, clearly unaware of his mistake, "of course I have some privileges."

"But since you said it's public property, then I definitely can't give it to you."

"Huh?" They're waiting for me by digging a hole!

I'm telling you, you'll never find the secret room in your entire life.

In other words, I don't know snake language.

However, since the Chamber of Secrets connects to the Hogwarts sewers, he should be able to find the right way by exploring each sewer.

Oh, coincidentally, he knew of a secret passage leading to Hogwarts, located at the bottom of the Black Lake, which appeared to be a sewer.

"However, what you said makes some sense." Professor Dumbledore, who was deeply concerned about Hogwarts, frowned slightly.

It must be said that since the arrival of the era of peace...

The quality of each new generation of young wizards is truly declining.

During Voldemort's dark ages, although war was brutal, it also ignited the passion of young wizards to learn at school. Back then, Hogwarts graduates were all at the level of duelists.

He has mastered standard black magic defense spells such as Disarming Charm, Petrifying Charm, Shattering Charm, Armor Charm, Apparition, etc.

A large number of students even attempted to create their own spells. Professor Snape was one of the best among them.

Harry's father, a member of the four-man Raiders squad, all of whom were masters of Transfiguration.

What level of transformation is Animagus?

The magic that can leave even the most adventurous eaters far behind.

In that era, those who were not proficient in these standard black magic defense spells could lose their lives.

And look at the young wizards nowadays—there are plenty of seventh-graders who can only cast a half-baked armor spell.

Only those young wizards determined to take the civil service exam—who are preparing to become Aurors at the Ministry of Magic—will practice these spells to a high degree of proficiency.

"I suddenly have a great idea." The old headmaster glanced at the basilisk that had become magical material, and suddenly his blue eyes lit up.

A glint of cunning flashed behind the crescent-shaped glasses.

"???"

Professor! How dare you steal my lines!

"This will require your cooperation."

"Me?" Owen pointed to himself. "You don't want me to keep scaring the young wizards, do you? I can't do it. They've all threatened to beat me up. If this keeps up, I'll become public enemy number one at Hogwarts."

There's no benefit in it, so why bother!

"Hmm—no one has been chosen yet for this year's Special Contribution Award. Sigh—I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Lucius this year. He suddenly donated a large sum of money to the school this month. I plan to set aside a portion of it as a prize." The old principal said leisurely.

"Cough cough, Professor! You underestimate me, don't you? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would be moved by petty gains?" Owen patted his chest hard, making himself cough, and after he calmed down, he said a few words, "I mainly want to contribute to the school. My grandfather taught me since I was a child that children from poor families should learn to be independent early—no, I mean—to contribute more to the magical world."

"Now that the opportunity is before us, we will seize it firmly and restore the glory of Hogwarts. It is our duty!"

"I don't think I've told you what to do yet?" Dumbledore stared at Owen, who was constantly showing off, with a kind expression.

"I get it, Professor, I get it!" Owen chuckled. "I'll contact Hagrid right away. I heard he's got a new batch of pets."

"No, no, no, that's not enough." With that, the old headmaster slowly leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Um—isn't that going too far? You're being a bit extreme, Professor!"

"I think it's great."

"Are you aware that what you're doing is suspected of stirring up conflict within the academy?"

"I believe that appropriate competition is beneficial to the growth of young wizards."

"No—I mean, you might get a friendly greeting from the students' parents."

"It's all for Hogwarts!" the old headmaster said righteously.

If it weren't for the sly glint in his eyes, Irving would have actually believed him.

"Ahem, Professor Dumbledore, this plan..."

As he spoke, a deep, sly grin suddenly spread across Irving's face. "I love it, hehe!"

"So, for the sake of my contributions to the academy! Could you give me some basilisk venom? Just one gallon, no more!"

(End of this chapter)