I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 99 Please continue, Albus!

"Professor Sprout, could you teach us some defense spells against dark magic? We can't get an appointment with Professor McGonagall."

"Yes, yes! There are too many people."

"I heard that Owen from Hufflepuff started an after-school spellcasting class. A lot of people have gone there. The Cutting Charm he taught in the last class was very useful. It's simple, stealthy, and efficient, perfect for sneak attacks."

"Professor Sprout! Please stop introducing these magical plants now. Everyone—"

The young Ravenclaw wizards hadn't finished speaking.

Professor Sprout's face immediately darkened.

He is known as a kind-hearted person at Hogwarts.

Professor Sprout doesn't care if you talk about how great other professors are in front of her, but if you say that the magical plants she teaches are useless! That's blatant provocation!

"Padma Pettier. Your prejudice against magical herbs shocks me!" Professor Sprout unusually addressed the young wizard by his full name.

This means she's really angry.

"Come to the third greenhouse!" she said.

The third greenhouse.

Located behind the castle, there are at least three greenhouses throughout Hogwarts for students to use in their classes.

The plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous, such as poisonous tentacles and mandrakes.

"This is something that wouldn't normally be taught to young wizards your age."

Professor Sprout, leading a group of young wizards to the third greenhouse, spoke earnestly.

Then, she walked to a planting platform covered with a straw mat and reached out to lift it.

"Using special fertilizers, along with stamina-boosting potions, can greatly stimulate the plant's aggressiveness."

On the planting platform, there was a patch of exotic plants that looked like cabbages.

The split flower buds were covered with sharp teeth, which kept opening their blood-red mouths. The whole area was like this, which made people feel inexplicably horrified.

"Bite cabbage is a newly introduced variety. In the past, because this plant was too suitable for young wizards to fight with, it caused a lot of injuries to young wizards. Eventually, the school banned the teaching of this magical plant."

"That professor—" Looking at the rows of green, toothy heads, Padma Petit from Ravenclaw was a little scared.

This kind of herbal medicine class felt unfamiliar to her.

Will this herb be effective?

Ultimately, it's just a bunch of cabbages. Compared to the dark wizard hiding in the shadows, how much use can it really have?

"A bunch of cabbages can take down a troll in minutes." Professor Sprout waved his wand lightly, and the water ladle at his feet floated up automatically, shaking some kind of pale green potion and sprinkling it on the herbs.

"It's a troll, not a monster."

The next second, the rows of biting cabbages seemed to be drunk, shaking their heads and swaying.

But the young wizards soon discovered the strange changes in these plants.

Their large incisors appear to be sharper and more pointed.

Padma Petit's throat bobbed slightly.

A moment later, she changed her attitude, her eyes shining with excitement, and with a strange, 'cruel' emphasis, she said to Professor Sprout, "Professor! I want to learn this!"

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"Professor? You are."

During Potions class, Seamus asked tentatively.

"Mr. Finnigan, did I give you permission to speak?" Snape, dressed in black, stared at Seamus with a cold gaze and an almost imperceptible sneer on his lips.

Then, in that harsh voice all too familiar to the young wizards, he said, "Gryffindor, deduct three points."

"In addition, all Slytherin students will be required to stay after Potions class."

After saying that, the old bat turned back to the lectern amidst the smug looks of the Slytherins and continued explaining the recipe they needed to learn in this lesson.

"Seamus, how dare you talk to Snape like that?" Ron muttered quietly from the side.

"I'm just giving it a try! The professors are all so busy lately, is there anyone else who can teach me magic?"

"Owen?" Harry asked, his head bowed and his expression unchanged as he worked on the magical materials in front of him.

Hearing this, Seamus turned his head and gave Harry a deep look.

"No—I don't have that much money!"

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"I am mortal with evil!"

At the end of November, after several unsuccessful searches of Hogwarts, Owen regretfully expressed that he probably wouldn't be able to avenge his good brother Justin this year.

However, that doesn't matter, because his revenge will continue.

The victim in this incident.

Justin, who had recovered, had never been so moved.

He looked at Irving, who was loudly swearing an oath in the lounge, with moist eyes.

I never imagined I was so important to Kyrie.

Justin often thought this way.

For nearly a month, Owen had been diligently searching for the dark wizard in the castle, often breaking the professor's rules by running out in the middle of the night.

This moved Justin and filled him with admiration!

Only Owen would dare to search so far in such a dangerous castle!

Justin, who almost burst into tears, said that Irving was indeed his closest friend!

"In order to effectively combat evil, I hereby declare!" Owen, like an invincible badger, stood in the lounge, his fiery gaze sweeping over every young wizard present.

"The limited-time discounts offered by the after-school tutoring center will continue."

"And!" he exclaimed dramatically, wand in hand, "If you bring in a new member, you'll enjoy a whopping 20% ​​discount on this year's courses!"

With less than a month until Christmas, Kyrie Irving said this!

"What are you waiting for!"

Are you still angry about being powerless to help your friend who was attacked? Are you still afraid of not knowing how to protect yourself? Are you still anxious because everyone else is struggling to keep up, while you don't even know where to begin?

Come! Join us, join our Hufflepuff "Master Project". May your dream of becoming a magic master come true!

With a beaming smile, Irving looked exactly like a success guru.

His career is currently on a booming upward trend.

The young wizards who came to him every day to learn magic could line up from the Slytherin common room all the way to Hufflepuff.

He truly embodied the philosophy of education for all: as long as you pay, you can teach anyone, regardless of which college they're from!

And it guarantees you'll learn!

Because those who don't know how, after being "privately" trained by him, will generally admit that they have learned it.

That night, under the hazy moonlight.

It's time to get revenge on Justin again!

"Irving~"

In the dormitory, Justin, feeling self-satisfied, looked at the departing Black Demon with tenderness in his eyes and said with a virtuous expression, "Be careful."

"Never mind if you can't find it."

"How can we let it go!" The Black Demon Lord resolutely turned his head, leaving Justin with an unforgettable back view.

"You're mine, only I can bully you, no one else—don't even think about it!"

"Uh-huh?"

That sounds a bit strange.

Justin watched Irving leave without giving it much thought.

Ah~~~ Another day of intensive editing, working day and night makes you lose track of time.

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