I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 98 The children finally got it

The petrification continued, from the arms to the chest, and then to the neck.

Then Lockhart found himself suddenly unable to breathe. His chest was as hard as marble, with no rise and fall.

The feeling of suffocation left him no time to think.

As the gray petrification engulfed his entire body, Lockhart's only remaining thought was—Dumbledore and the others had all been wrong.

This is not Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets at all.

Nor is he a successor to Slytherin.

Yes—Royna Ravenclaw, she's back, with her true heir, back to the magic school she named!

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"Hmph!" Watching the clown in front of him gradually lose his life.

Owen—no—Lay glanced at him with her blue eyes, then quietly left.

To be honest, Lockhart wasn't her target today.

She originally intended to find a lone Gryffindor wizard.

Unfortunately, even the Lion House, known for its recklessness, dared not go out alone at night.

After wandering around for several hours without success, she decided to go home first.

Anyway, the show is over for today. At this point, Mr. Aubert should be sitting in his Ministry of Magic office, happily counting his money with a bag of Galleons in hand.

The encounter with Lockhart was purely accidental.

A clever owl, taking advantage of the little elf's momentary lapse in attention, darted out like a sharp sword.

It darted and weaved through the air, seemingly anticipating the sprite's moves.

This was the first time Lani had ever seen such an intelligent owl, and out of curiosity, she followed it.

They happened to catch up to Lockhart's office window and caught it.

It turns out—it's Hedwig!

No wonder he's so smart.

It has to be said that Hagrid is way better than Sirius in selecting magical creatures; after all, Hagrid is a professional.

Look at the owl Sirius Black prepared for Ron later.

Now look at Harry's Hedwig.

What a difference! What a difference!

Lani had originally planned to leave after intercepting the letter, but—after vaguely overhearing Lockhart's disloyal and unjust remarks, she made a last-minute decision: she had to teach this Ravenclaw traitor a lesson today!

That's why she said she was a Ravenclaw descendant.

That was obviously meant for Lockhart, but—no one says Hogwarts can't have a Ravenclaw Chamber of Secrets, and the message on the wall didn't specify which house it was.

As she spoke, she took Hedwig out of her arms.

Four blue, wispy hands stroked its feathers.

I also dried it off from the rain.

"Tell Dumbledore a message for me!" She pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket and used magic to write down what had just happened.

He repeatedly warned the professor to stop being so engrossed in Tom Riddle's third-person text adventure games!

I think finding a proper Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the young wizard is the right thing to do!

After writing it, she let Hedwig go.

As for Lockhart?

Let him stay here and repent!

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early morning.

The rain that had been falling all night finally showed signs of stopping.

The rain has subsided.

Hogwarts became colder and damper, and many young wizards were reluctant to get out of bed.

What's more, given what happened yesterday.

This directly led to...

Lockhart, who had been petrified, was not discovered until noon.

Or his two fans

Instantly, the castle erupted in chaos!

Within just a few hours, two adult wizards perished!

This is Hogwarts, something that hasn't happened in nearly a century.

The last time a professor died while teaching was in the 19th century when Sirius Black's grandfather was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, during the time of a dark wizard who could terrify Voldemort.

In an instant, it was clear whether they were young wizards or senior wizards.

They all became indignant.

Many young wizards are even preparing to drop out of school; they want to go home and send letters to their parents.

Then--

a few days later.

Some people have noticed that Hogwarts Castle seems to be shrouded in some kind of mysterious force.

Things from the outside can get in, but their letters can't be sent out.

At the same time, the second young wizard to perish appeared.

It's Justin, a second-year wizard in Hufflepuff!

A few hours after the incident, Owen, the bully from that academy, issued an "official announcement"—yelling that he would inflict the most cruel torture on the beauty hiding in the shadows—uh—the dark wizard!

He dared to attack his friend.

He'll make sure he gets what he deserves, even if it means risking his surname, Sanchez!

"professor!"

"I'm still not very familiar with the technique for that obstacle spell. Could you explain it again?"

In Charms class, the young wizards from Gryffindor had never listened so attentively as Professor Flitwick explained a common defense spell against the dark magic.

"Of course, child, I can explain it ten more times! Until you learn it!" said the short Professor Flitwick with delight.

He had never felt so comfortable in class!

Look at those eyes yearning for knowledge, those burning lights looking at you.

In all his years of coaching Hogwarts, he had never seen so many!

"Those of you who have already mastered the Barrier Charm can try out what we're going to teach next: the Fire Charm! A powerful black magic defensive spell!"

Professor Flitwick even plans to reopen the Dueling Club, which Hogwarts has suspended for many years!

With his dueling master skills, coupled with the competitive spirit of the young wizards, this year is definitely going to be a fruitful one!

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"Professor McGonagall, how can I quickly transform and cast spells?"

"I mean, what if someone suddenly attacks me, throws curses at me, or even a death curse!"

During Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was surrounded by a group of Hufflepuff's young wizards.

As an academy deeply corrupted by Irving's dark ideology.

Almost everyone knows the three unforgivable crimes.

Of course, they were also the young wizards who were most eager to know how to defend against the Killing Curse.

"This requires long-term practice, Mr. McMillan. There are no shortcuts in Transfiguration!" Behind Professor McGonagall's square glasses, her gaze remained serious.

Her black hair, styled in a high bun, exuded a capable and efficient air.

It seems Professor McGonagall had anticipated this all along; the young wizards will be exceptionally studious lately!

"Perhaps you can practice for a while first, combining the Enlargement Charm with the Levitation Charm, which can achieve some effect, but compared to true Transfiguration, it can only defend against rudimentary Death Curses!"

"Well—Professor, could you teach a little longer after class? Actually, I—" McMillan was a little ashamed and found it hard to speak. Did he have to go around telling the world that he wasn't even familiar with the Transformation Spell?

"Yes, Mr. Macmillan, all of you can stay, but I don't have much time. The Gryffindor wizards are still in line!"

Professor McGonagall wore a faint smile.

Have these children finally learned to study hard?

(End of this chapter)