I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 94 Mission Impossible

"If that official is willing to cooperate with our charade—an outsider, injured, or..."

"After we leave, the children won't be able to find any evidence," Dumbledore subtly suggested.

"You don't really think a second-year wizard can command an official from the Ministry of Magic, do you?" Snape said dismissively. Ever since that brat entered Hogwarts, he had noticed that the wisdom of the greatest wizard was declining at an alarming rate.

Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether he was being foolish or had a backup plan.

Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Perhaps I should speak to him myself!"

"Well, Aubrey Bennett is my student, isn't he?"

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"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Ober Benny? What's wrong? Missing your alma mater?"

The next day, in the morning auditorium.

Owen, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table eating a French breakfast specially made by Dobby, looked up and saw Professor Snape leading an acquaintance into the Great Hall.

"Uh—it's—it's you!" Mr. Aubo instinctively covered his face.

Then, under Snape's strange gaze, she awkwardly put it down again.

"Come on, come on!"

Irving stood up and pulled Mr. Ober.

She invited him to sit with her.

He didn't give Snape a kind look at all the time!

snort!

Since he only gave Irving an 'A' on the final exam last semester. (Passing grade)

He, Owen Sanchez, has severed ties with you, Severus Snipen.

He didn't bother Snape again this semester.

They treated it like air.

As Lu Xun once said: Silence is the highest form of contempt.

Now, Irving is resolutely implementing this policy.

"You got promoted!" He handed Mr. Ober a bowl of Friendship French Bread.

The baguettes are fresh out of the oven and have not yet been upgraded into weapons.

"The pawn has reached the finish line and become the queen?"

"Ahem, no, it's just unblocking, just unblocking," Mr. Aubert said shyly.

In fact, Irving's two hundred Galleons really helped him a lot.

It was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

During that period, due to Fudge's complete control, the power structure of the Ministry of Magic was in turmoil, with frequent staff changes.

He transformed himself, successfully aligning himself with the right side, and stepped from the Department of Magical Dynamics Management into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

They had completely entered the core department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Wow! That's a really promising future!" Owen's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered the warning letter the Ministry of Magic had sent him during his summer vacation—which never came to fruition.

It was probably Mr. Aubo who solved it.

It's true what they say, having connections in the imperial court makes things much easier!

"Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables!"

"Justin, get your roast goose over here! All you do is eat, eat, eat. If you don't build a good relationship now, what will you be doing after graduation?" Irving said irritably, then snatched the plate of roast goose from Justin's plate.

"Me? I'm going back to inherit the family fortune!"

A boy whose favorite food had been taken away said, bewildered.

"My mother said that after I graduate from Hogwarts, she will arrange for me to study for a master's degree in finance at Oxford. This way, I can not only carry on his business, but also develop my skills in magic and magic at the same time."

"???" Irving was suddenly stunned.

"Huh?" Irving was suddenly taken aback.

Then, with an unprecedentedly solemn look, she stared at Justin in disbelief.

His eyes revealed three parts envy, four parts surprise, and seven parts exasperation.

I thought Harry's future achievements were already unparalleled, but I never expected this! I never expected that Justin would be the real winner in life!!!

"Wow! A rich kid!"

"So what if you're a rich kid?! Does being a rich kid make you superior?!"

Irving lunged forward, grabbed Justin by the collar, and berated him.

The other child looked completely bewildered.

It took Irving a long time to calm down.

A feeling of grief and indignation welled up in my heart.

"By the way, Mr. Ober, are you here at Hogwarts?"

Upon seeing the young wizard before him, who exhibited severe violent tendencies, Aubo only wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Without much thought, he replied directly, "A deeply concerning attack has occurred at Hogwarts, which may be linked to a case from decades ago. The ministry needs an answer."

"this one?"

"Yes."

"Well—" Owen wanted to ask something more, but Professor Snape, who was standing next to him, kept a cold face, which made the already cold Great Hall even colder.

Mr. Ober seemed to have noticed Snape's displeasure as well.

But this suited him perfectly.

He hoped to leave this troublemaker as soon as possible.

"Headmaster Dumbledore—"

"Okay, go ahead!" With that, Owen turned around and continued to eat the corn porridge in front of him, as if his earlier enthusiasm had been just an illusion.

"Okay—" This made Mr. Aubo a little embarrassed.

After the two left.

Hannah immediately leaned over, but before she could speak, Owen's voice rang out: "Ober Benny, an employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. I beat him up and helped him out a bit."

"???"

Hearing this, Hannah was completely confused.

What does it mean to beat someone up and end up helping them in some way?

Is that Oberon Benedict some kind of psychopath?

Before she could ask a question, the Gryffindor trio suddenly interrupted her again.

"Owen, we have to tell you something!" Harry said with a very serious expression.

"Mmm--I don't want to know."

"you"

"Can you be serious? We're talking about something very important," Hermione said irritably, her opinion of Owen having recently plummeted.

In an instant, this guy seemed to revert to the way she had just met him.

—No—or rather, he never changed, only himself.

Hearing Hermione's displeased and condescending tone, Owen didn't give her a friendly look either. "Oh, you think you're so important that I have to listen to you? Miss Granger, I'm not Ron Weasley."

Hearing the topic suddenly shift to him, Ron, who had been shot in the knee, was also a little unhappy. "When did I ever listen to her?"

"Alright." Seeing that the group was about to have a fight, Harry quickly interrupted.

"This is very important. We speculate that the so-called successor is very likely Voldemort."

"He might have sneaked into the castle, just like Quirrell in the first year! And then took the opportunity to open that secret room."

"You mean, Lockhart has a Voldemort face on the back of his head?" Owen replied between bites of rice. "He looks like he has a lot of hair."

"It's possible—" Owen said jokingly, but Harry listened very carefully, "or somewhere else in the body."

(End of this chapter)