Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 6 is a brief explanation; I still need to go and correct your homework.

That's right, it's boxing!

A wand can be knocked away by a disarming charm, and no matter how much magic you have, it will eventually run out. When you are in such a desperate situation, do you just have to open your eyes and wait to die?

No, there's also the body!

Therefore, it is essential to master a self-defense method other than magic, and boxing is the last self-defense method that Owen carefully selected, which he has been practicing for a long time.

I don't know what it feels like to hit someone yet, but judging from my current state—one punch and the bark shatters, two punches and the bark flies everywhere—I should be able to beat some weaker wizards... right?

I've never played this before, so I'm not sure what to expect.

But even more uncertain than him were the snakes in the Slytherin. After hearing their companion's description, almost two-thirds of the snakes were ready to give up.

Among them, the first-year snakes no longer wanted to deal with Owen. Everyone's magic was about the same, well... about the same level of poorness, so if they really had to fight, they would probably have to just go straight for it. But thinking about it, Owen could shatter trees, so if he attacked them, wouldn't he shatter their souls as well?

Many second-year wizards are also cowardly. They have only just entered the second year, and they did not learn any useful spells in the first year. They can't very well use a light spell to blind the other person, can they?

The third-year wizards weren't intimidated at all, but they were unwilling to show themselves directly because it would be too beneath them.

"Here's what we'll do: find an opportunity to bring him to the lounge. With us here, he won't dare to make a move, nor will he have the chance to."

That's a great idea!

With senior members in charge of the Slytherin common room, the younger snakes naturally no longer need to be afraid!

So the next day, after Charms class, the snakes surrounded Owen, not saying what they wanted, but just kept asking him to go to the Slytherin common room.

Irving thought for a moment and agreed: "Now is not feasible, how about after dinner? I'll have half an hour to rest after dinner, is that alright?"

Seeing that he had agreed, and even chosen a perfectly timed occasion, the little snakes were satisfied. Then they watched Owen rush into the Transfiguration classroom...

Irving didn't have a class schedule because he wasn't a student in all four houses, but he had the schedules for all four houses. The first-year coursework was easy, and the times were mostly staggered, so he had plenty of time to attend all the professors' classes.

Even though he had already studied the third-grade curriculum on his own, he had no intention of missing out. Reviewing what he had learned to learn something new is also a way of learning. Besides, he had other tasks to do after class.

After dinner, Owen went to the Slytherin common room and calmly sat down on the sofa under the strange gazes of a group of small and medium snakes.

For a while, no one spoke, which made Owen a little restless: "Ladies and gentlemen, please explain why I was asked to come here as soon as possible. My time is limited because I have to go to Professor Snape's office in half an hour to grade your Potions class assignments."

Quiet~~~~

Suddenly someone laughed: "What did you say? You, grading our homework?"

Owen looked at the person who spoke and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Carol, I'm the one grading all the homework from first to third year. It's an assignment given to me by the professors. Also, I have to remind you, please stop copying Miss Flint's homework. If you really don't know how to do the Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration homework, you can refer to Mr. Greengrass's homework. He has the highest completion rate and pass rate among you all."

Quiet again~~~~

The little snakes couldn't believe it, but soon, one of them pulled out his Potions homework, pointed to the comments, and said, "Did you write this?"

Owen glanced at it and nodded, saying, "Yes, I think there's something wrong with your statement, Mr. Parkinson. You probably referred to the book 'Potions of Magic,' but Professor Snape clearly stated in class that this statement is wrong because the Living Hell Potion made according to its method is much less effective."

Quiet again~~~~

Owen looked around and, finding no one speaking, had to stand up. "Ladies and gentlemen, my time is almost up. Professor Snape dislikes being late, and I must get there now. If you have any questions, please write them in your assignments, and I will answer them. If I cannot answer them, I will ask the professor to raise them in class."

After he finished speaking, Owen's body slowly floated up, and then with a "whoosh," he flew out of the Slytherin common room.

There's not enough time; we have to fly.

"What... kind of magic is this?"

"I don't know, he didn't chant any spells."

"He didn't even use a wand!"

The little snakes silently dispersed; they needed to return to their beds in their dormitories to properly process the information they had just received.

My homework was being graded by Irving.

And it's not just first graders, but grades one through three... This...

"This is also a way of learning: by discovering the mistakes of others, we can prevent ourselves from making the same mistakes."

As Snape meticulously processed the potions, he would occasionally glance at the young wizards diligently grading their homework, a rare smile appearing on his face: "If you are smart enough, you will be able to find the right path among these mistakes. Even if you can't, you should try your best to avoid these mistakes."

It's really useful.

Owen graded the first and second grade homework very quickly, and could also write down which book to refer to in a very short time.

However, the third-grade homework was still somewhat difficult for him, because as he progressed through the grades, the knowledge he learned became more profound. There were some books that Irving had not yet finished reading or had not read at all. He only knew whether they were right or wrong, but he could not immediately give guidance. For this, he could only ask the professor for help.

At the same time, he would write down the book titles and then take some time to borrow them from the library.

This learning method is magical.

When Irving finished grading the homework and came out, it was almost curfew time. He quickly flew back to the eighth floor. When he passed the principal's office, Irving thought for a moment and ultimately did not go in. Instead, he went to his private dormitory on the other side, washed up quickly, and lay down on the bed.

"Ah, a new day is about to begin... Go to sleep quickly."

After casting a sleep spell on himself, Owen instantly fell asleep, starting with a deep sleep – magic is definitely more convenient.

After he fell asleep, a red light flashed in the room, and Foles landed by the bedside. Looking at the sleeping little wizard, it simply rubbed its head against his face, and then flashed back to the headmaster's office.

"Are you asleep?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Perhaps we shouldn't put so much pressure on the young wizards, don't you think?"

Professor McGonagall turned her face away, pretending not to hear.

Professor Flitwick pretended to be asleep.

Snape remained expressionless.

None of the three professors took it seriously. When it came to teaching their students, even the headmaster and the Ministry of Magic couldn't make a difference!