Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 121 is another 2-in-1 long chapter.

Chapter 121 is another combined chapter.

In this world where even the Big Dipper has eight stars, having two saviors isn't a big deal.

Mrs. Longbottom was still very surprised. She couldn't believe that her clumsy grandson would be like Harry Potter. But she knew what she had done to her grandson.

I thought just surviving was the greatest achievement, but look at me now? I'm actually ranked in the top ten at Hogwarts!

Neville was an honest boy. Even when he didn't go home, he would write to his grandmother and tell her everything that had happened to him. In these letters, he talked most about how Owen had helped him.

So Mrs. Longbottom had always wanted to meet Owen, but she never had the chance. Today, before she could even express her gratitude, Owen presented her with another family heirloom. Now, it wasn't just Neville who had been kind to Longbottom, but their entire family.

By the way, Neville's parents, although they haven't regained their memories yet, are no longer insane and are still in the recovery phase, so they've changed from staying at St. Mungo's to going home to recuperate.

Irving has done many similar things to the Neville family over the years. He not only helps some Muggle students from disadvantaged families, but also intentionally guides their thinking so that they can change their families' circumstances through their own efforts.

It's no wonder that Owen, at only fifteen years old, has become a powerful figure at Hogwarts, and from professors to students, no one thinks it's wrong.

Ignoring the noise outside, Owen returned to his lounge, closed the door, and sat cross-legged on the bed, continuing his practice of the Golden Light Mantra, which he had never stopped doing!

Of course, he was cultivating, but his mind was working very fast. This time, it was just a Ten-Completion Gathering, yet he dared to set his sights on Hogwarts. What does that say?

Hogwarts' fame is limited to Britain or Europe, just like Voldemort's infamy, which is also limited to Britain and surrounding areas. Outside of these areas, basically no one takes Hogwarts seriously.

Although magic schools are located all over the world, each school has the same style: a kind of intellectually irrational school that focuses on deep academic research. Therefore, the true strength of the schools has never been revealed.

By taking advantage of the situation, he dragged the entire school into the fray, effectively silencing the American Ministry of Magic. His goal was to demonstrate to all magic schools that they could indeed stand on equal footing with the Ministry of Magic.

The goal was achieved, and the person was rescued, but Irving had a new concern: how many forces like the Tenfold Society were there?

Don't even mention the old wizard's Order of the Phoenix. After Voldemort's Horcruxes were all destroyed and his men were all killed, the Order of the Phoenix disbanded. The network of members remained, but if Owen wanted to get these people together to do something, he would rather send first-year students to do it than let them do it themselves.

The thinking of those elderly men and women is too outdated; using them will only cause trouble, not accomplish anything.

so----

After Owen finished his meditation, he picked up a pen and began writing letters. He wrote three in a row without even going to the mail shed. He opened the window, whistled outside, and the three strongest owls in the mail shed shot into the sky like three sharp arrows. In less than half a minute, they were neatly lined up at the window.

Instead of tying the letter, Owen first took out the fresh meat he had prepared, tore it into strips, and let the three little guys eat their fill and drink their fill of water before he took out the letter and handed it to them.

Before taking off, the owls nudged him with their heads and then flew away.

These three letters were addressed to three people working at the Ministry of Magic. They were all recent graduates and did not have official jobs at the Ministry, still in their studies. However, not having official jobs did not mean they lacked real power; each of them commanded a small team to gather intelligence on the outside world, which was perfect.

Coincidentally, the British Ministry of Magic's foreign aid work was put back on the agenda. However, this time, the group was no longer Fudge's lazy underlings, but the real elites. While other countries' ministries of magic were still managing their own small territories, those countries without ministries of magic, with the help of the British Ministry of Magic, were brought under British rule in the wizarding world.

Doing this requires a lot of initial investment, but the benefits are even greater!

Magic is a product of the system. Various rare medicinal herbs and minerals are not concentrated in one country, but are scattered in various places. When the magical forces of those countries are brought under the control of the British Ministry of Magic, these things are essentially in their own hands.

But that's not what Irving values ​​most; what he values ​​most is talent!

When talented young wizards from these countries come to Hogwarts to study for seven years, whether they stay in England or return home after completing their studies, they represent a potential human resource. When these people reach a certain number, the establishment of branches of the British Ministry of Magic in various countries will naturally follow.

This was Irving's original plan, but now it's a little different. He needs to secretly send agents to those countries to investigate. If there are any hidden forces like the Tenth National Congress, then he must be careful and either remain inactive or, if he does, crush them with all his might.

If not, then normal penetration is fine.

Thinking of this, Owen took out the two-way mirror, gently touched the mirror with his wand, and ripples appeared. When the mirror calmed down, an old wizard leisurely stealing candy appeared inside.

The old wizard's expression was grim: "My dear, how much longer must I stay here?"

Owen ignored him completely: "You've exceeded your limit for candy again today, old man. That's not what I want to ask. What I want to know is, how many hidden magical forces are there in this world? I don't want what happened to Snape and the students to happen again. I need to take precautions."

If Owen said he wanted to take the initiative to make contact, the old wizard would definitely play dumb. But if it's the current explanation, then the old wizard can't pretend to be dumb anymore. Having been the headmaster for so many years, although his thinking is too old-fashioned and his vision is limited, he does cherish his students.

In the old wizard's eyes, Snape, McGonagall, and others were either professors or students.

"Okay, honey, I'll write up a detailed record and mail it to you."

After saying that, the old wizard hung up the phone, then secretly popped a piece of candy into his mouth. After a while, he let out a long sigh and picked up a pen and paper to write.

Lunchtime arrived, and the guests arrived at the Great Hall. They were greeted by the brightly lit dining environment and the smiles on the faces of their younger relatives. Most importantly, they noticed that even during mealtime, the young wizards were carrying books or notebooks.

Da Ma naturally saw his son, but Xiao Ma did not see Da Ma. He was eating quickly while flipping through the notes on the table, and his other hand was occasionally twirling in the air.

This behavior is not strange, because there are many similar cases at the Slytherin table.

They're actually working this hard?

Da Ma walked up behind his son, glanced down at the contents of the notebook, and was dumbfounded: He—couldn't understand it?

"Draco, what's this?"

Xiao Ma was startled. He turned around and stared at his father, who had appeared behind him, for a full second before quickly swallowing the food in his mouth. His voice was filled with surprise as he asked, "Father, what brings you here?"

Damas didn't reply. He stared at the notebook on the table and tapped it with his cane. Draco immediately understood. He picked up the notebook and said, "Father, this is the hand gesture magic that Mr. Owen wants us to learn now. It comes from Vargadu."

Da Ma didn't take it, but instead reached out and placed his hand on his son's head: "How's your learning going?"

Draco smiled sheepishly: "It's alright, but my magic power is still a bit unstable and I need time to learn. However, I've already successfully cast a few spells, so I'm practicing casting with my left hand now."

Dama didn't say anything. He felt that he needed to find some tough opponents for his son during the holidays this year, as he might no longer be able to beat his son at all.

Draco's dominant hand is his right hand, so he is now practicing with his left hand so that he can cast spells with both hands at the same time.

After lunch, Draco simply nodded to his father, then picked up his notebook and left. On his way out of the auditorium, he didn't forget to exchange study tips with his classmates.

Draco wasn't angry. On the contrary, he thought it was a good thing. As the only son of the Malfoy family, Draco was the future head of the family, and he had to have his own ideas. A child who always stayed around his parents was destined not to amount to much.

There were so many new and exciting things at Hogwarts now, and since they had plenty of time, the guests weren't in a hurry to find Owen and finalize their business partnership. They were still sightseeing.

Things are different now. Compared to the gloomy castle of the past, Hogwarts now has not only a magical feel, but also a warm one.

The difference between that school and the school they knew was like night and day.

Irving had some time and began dealing with various miscellaneous tasks at the school, one of which made him frown.

The Forbidden Forest, originally a defensive area for the school, has now become a target for poachers due to its magical creatures. This year alone, there have been five poaching incidents in the Forbidden Forest. Owen participated in two defenses, while Hagrid, the centaurs, and the eight-eyed spiders stopped the others three times.

Although there were no losses, the frequency of these patrols was indeed annoying. After thinking about it, Owen decided to add the patrol work of the Forbidden Forest to the daily routine of the sixth-grade students.

It's not fifth grade, nor seventh grade, but sixth grade. Fifth and seventh graders need a lot of time to review their lessons and learn new knowledge because they have to take exams, so they don't have enough time. But sixth graders don't need that. They have more free time and their magical level is also high. If they can participate in a few real battles, they will have gained some experience.

The sixth-grade students were delighted upon receiving the notification. They didn't see it as a burden; they found it a rare and wonderful opportunity to have such a brand-new, hands-on outdoor activity.

To achieve a balance, Irving decided to abolish the previous rule that students could only go to Hogsmeade Village on weekends after the third grade. First graders could apply in the second semester, but they had to return on the same day they went, and the older students who accompanied them naturally became the ones in charge.

During World War I in America, Hogwarts' name spread throughout the wizarding world, and Owen didn't believe anyone would dare to lay a hand on Hogwarts students right next to the school.

If there really is a daring individual, Owen will naturally treat him with the highest courtesy. To date, the counter-curses for those Unforgivable Curses have not yet been fully developed, and he still needs manpower.

Time passed slowly, and after Owen saw off all the guests, he had a stack of contracts in his hand. He handed the contracts to Professor McGonagall: "Mama McGonagall, this is the source of funding for the school in the future. Please keep it safe. My opinion is that we should not save this money. The castle's daily expenses are considerable. It's more convenient than just passing through Gringotts. If there is any surplus, I think we should improve the professors' salaries."

Professor McGonagall smiled slightly and hugged Owen tightly: "My dear, you've done a great job, very well. I'm very relieved to have Hogwarts in your hands."

"7

Owen quickly pulled her back: "Mama McGonagall, don't let go yet. I need your help for a while longer. I need to go on a long trip soon."

"Is there any danger?"

"There shouldn't be any. Even if there were, I can handle it, so don't worry."

The Ministry of Magic's external support team has been dispatched. They are not only responsible for clearing land, but also for inspecting ancient sites in various places. This morning, Owen received a letter saying that he was looking for a site in Spain. Although he only explored the outer perimeter, he obtained hundreds of ancient alchemical items.

This news piqued Irving's interest, and he contacted Master Nico, and the two agreed to go and take a look together.

Since getting the wheelchair exoskeleton, the old man has become incredibly carefree. Before, he would stay at home and never go anywhere, saying he had lived enough and was ready to face death. But now, he goes everywhere except home. Finding him is no easy task. The 40-pound owl returned weighing only 20 pounds and is currently recuperating in the mail shed.

With the old man around, Irving didn't think there would be any danger, but if he could make any discoveries and bring them back to school, it would be another learning opportunity.

Knowledge has never been superfluous. Although it cannot be linked to power and wealth, it is the foundation of both. Without the support of knowledge, power and wealth are nothing but castles in the air, which will dissipate when the wind blows.

Therefore, Irving never stopped absorbing knowledge. He never stopped borrowing books from the library, and he also did not refuse to absorb new knowledge from the outside world. Grindelwald went to one extreme, and it turned out that he was wrong, so Irving naturally chose another path.

What he needs to do now is not to get Muggles to accept the existence of wizards, but to get wizards to gradually accept the habits from Muggles.

Just as Irving finished packing his things and was about to leave the school, a loud shout suddenly rang out: "Irving Carrot, I challenge you to a duel!"

The sound was quite loud. Owen turned around and saw a young wizard standing behind him with a flushed face, holding a wand. If his hands, face, and legs hadn't been trembling so badly, he would have thought he had encountered a fool who was not afraid of death and wanted to step on him to make a name for himself.

It's obvious without even guessing that this person lost the game.

It's really admirable that he had to muster so much courage after losing.

Owen didn't pay much attention, he just waved his hand, and a tornado rose from the ground, the little wizard floating and spinning in the wind.

Irving walked out of the school gate with a smile. It's what a school principal should do to let the students play games. These little joys in life happen from time to time, which makes life more interesting and adds more fun.