I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Who attacked you?" the girl said calmly.

Behind the gentle voice was uncontrollable anger.

"It's them -" Several young wizards from Ilvermorny seemed to have found a backbone, with smiles on their faces. They quickly got up from the ground or got rid of the entanglement with the Durmstrang wizard, and gathered around the girl. around.

Several of them, raising their hands, pointed out several Durmstrang wizards to her.

This includes the two muscular men.

"Them?" The girl's eyes were cold, and the moment they passed through the air, it seemed as if the water vapor contained in them was about to freeze.

The bright red eyes exude ghostly energy, and the whole body is filled with frightening magic power.

On the other side, Owen, pretending to be Harry, was digging at Malfoy with a branch in his hand.

His keen nerves immediately noticed the restlessness of magic in the surrounding air.

Since he was blessed by Teacher Chiron, he has become quite sensitive.

Um - quite sensitive to magic.

"Wow! What a rich whirlpool of magic!" Unlike others, Owen could clearly see the blue mist that lit up the girl's body.

Like a dark eddy under the coast.

"Her magic power is, well, so abundant!" Owen's eyelids twitched and he said with some surprise: "This - she can probably drown several Malfoys."

"Such a young age? Weird!"

Owen, who felt strange from the bottom of his heart, lowered his head and looked at Malfoy growing in the ground with disgust.

Then he stuffed the wooden stick he picked up from somewhere into his mouth.

"Paddle it yourself! Uncle is going to have fun."

"Don't go——Sanchez!!!" Malfoy bit the stick and shouted angrily and hesitantly.

Can't quite hear what he is saying.

You know your voice is really bright!

Unfortunately, Owen is not interested in men.

A good-looking young lady is still attractive.

After saying that, his eyes fell entirely on the mysterious girl who suddenly appeared.

He watched with interest.

Then I saw the gorgeously dressed girl waving her wand directly in front of the Ministry of Magic officials.

Blue lightning roared, shooting out from the tip of her staff, turning into thorny vines, and struck hard at the ignorant people who dared to despise Ilvermorny Magic Academy.

"Stop!"

screamed Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge.

But before he could pull out his wand, he stopped the girl.

Whistling, a bolt of lightning arrived in front of him accurately.

quick!

too fast!

Like light!

He had no time to react.

Lightning 'crackled' hovered in front of him, only a few inches away from his head.

Obviously, this is a warning.

"What do you want to do!" Arnold Peacegood on the side had a cold face, pulled out his wand, and stared at the unkind girl with a surprised and gloomy expression.

This is already showing contempt for the Ministry of Magic.

"Me? Just letting Ilvermorny get the respect she deserves."

The girl's sharp voice responded to Mr. Arnold Peacegood.

She stood there, her body, which was not very tall, seemed tall at this moment, like an invisible mountain, and a sense of the weight of history came to her face.

Everyone present realized that this witch definitely came from a long-standing pure-blood family.

And it's probably a direct bloodline.

Only that kind of family could produce a wizard with such a temperament.

The magical lightning was still cruelly and bloody whipping the bodies of those little Durmstrang wizards.

This made the Bulgarian wizard present calm down.

After seeing the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

They also gave up hope on the British.

He took out his wand and cast a spell on that pretty and outrageous girl.

All kinds of strange spells exploded like fireworks.

But there was no trace of fear on the girl's face.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his red lips were slightly pursed. Like a silent taunt.

Then, the hand waving the wand suddenly made a weird posture.

It was obvious that the spell she was about to cast did not come from the European continent.

Given her school, Irwin believes the next spell will be unique to North America.

Weird spell-casting movements and equally strange body twists.

It's like some kind of celebratory dance.

In the magical world, corresponding spells require corresponding spell-casting actions, such as chanting the spell and waving the wand. This is a complete and coherent spell-casting process.

The so-called wandless casting and silent casting just eliminate these steps.

Without the guidance of magic spells and spell-casting actions, the magic itself would become like a flood and uncontrollable. What's more, the wizard has to use this flood to thread the needle and compile the corresponding magic. The difficulty can be imagined.

This is why wandless and silent spellcasting is so difficult.

Moreover, even if you master these two skills, the magic circuit corresponding to each spell is different. In other words, the wizard must try to practice wandless and silent spells one by one.

Therefore, legendary wizards, such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, will only choose one of the two skills for most spell applications, rather than mastering both.

Generally speaking, they will choose to cast spells silently and keep their wands.

Maybe it looks more handsome this way?

The girl in front of me never uttered any magic spell from beginning to end.

She just moved her body to cast spells. It was obvious that she had come a long way on the path of magic.

"That is?"

Suddenly, the onlookers were surprised to find that the magic spells, which were as bright as fireworks, stopped strangely on their way to the witch.

Yes, it didn't dissipate or be offset, but hovered in mid-air.

Invisible to everyone.

But Owen could see it clearly.

The girl's magic power transformed into a clearly visible virtual image.

At first, he was just a patron saint.

But when he squinted and his sight penetrated those light spots, which were just the virtual image, he realized that it was not a patron saint at all.

In other words, no human patron saint would be that kind of thing.

It was a feathered serpentine deity. With brilliant and gorgeous feathers,

From Mayan mythology, it is the founding god in charge of life, harvest, culture, wind and rain.

Quetzalcoatl.

“Buzz!!!”

Above the earth, the scorching sun rises.

Brilliance - is the spread of wings.

The girl held up her wand leisurely.

The spirit waved her brilliant and gorgeous feathers, and easily erased the spell cast by the fools on the earth.

It floated around her silently.

No sadness, no joy.

However, suddenly, a certain familiar rhythm of magic awakened Zhi.

Immediately, God's eyes fell on Owen.

That gaze that spanned two thousand years and belonged to the age of the gods made Owen narrow his eyes.

too bright!

It's like looking directly at the sun!

Is this the so-called invisible gods?

Owen didn't understand, but he could feel that the gaze was not malicious, just

Somewhat - surprised?

But only Owen saw this brilliance.

In the eyes of ordinary wizards around them.

The girl strangely cast a spell.

The tip of the wand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light curtain.

The light curtain was like a big hand, easily canceling out all their spells.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

Everyone onlookers were shocked by the powerful protective magic cast by the girl.

That magic spell, like the ultimate protection, not only resisted the attacks of the Bulgarians inside, but even launched a counterattack.

The next second, blue-white lightning knocked down a large number of people.

"this"

Arnold Peacegood's eyes widened.

He was speechless.

If he had to use one word to describe the person in front of him, it would be - a monster!

Yes, she's like a monster!

A magical monster who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Ilvermorny." He whispered silently to himself.

A magic school that had only been established for a few hundred years suddenly gave him a sense of urgency.

Because he saw in that girl a magical achievement that would be no less than that of Dumbledore in the future.

Although he was never willing to admit it, the fact was that the greatest white wizard in the magical world was nearly one hundred and fifty years old.

And even if he dug his brains out, he wouldn't have thought that there was anyone among the younger generation of wizards who could rival that girl.

Perhaps—Mr. Arnold Peacegood fell silent.

He thought of the little Hogwarts wizard who single-handedly defeated hundreds of dementors in the Daily Prophet last year.

Maybe he can compete?

On the other side, Mr. Arnold Peacegood, the guy who was comparable to the monster girl in front of him in his heart, was holding his chin and thinking about the meaning of the god's gaze.

Realistically speaking, according to Teacher Chiron, the ancient gods were actually wizards.

Together they participated in the war against the self-proclaimed alien god.

If Quetzalcoatl was once one of them. Then it makes sense that she would be watching him.

After all, he is the heir of ancient magic of this generation.

He is born with the responsibility of driving away external gods.

Owen was just surprised that the wizard could transform into a god and project his gaze to the present world across thousands of years.

What kind of magic is this?

It's really curious.

"Sanchez! Hey! Sanchez."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ears, and as Owen gradually came back to his senses, the sound gradually grew louder.

"I'm warning you to get me out quickly!"

It's Malfoy.

He had already spat the branch aside. He probably tried it several times, but it had no effect except for hitting his oral mucosa and teeth.

"What are you doing! Call me Harry Potter outside!" Owen turned to look at that guy angrily.

Expose my identity like crazy again.

Be careful, buddy, find a telephone pole and hang Yiya's on it.

"Don't mention that bastard again." Malfoy, who was huddled in the ground, spat out a mouthful of dirt.

"And your vest fell off!"

"What?" Owen suddenly lowered his head and saw that he, who was supposed to be wrapped in a sexy white robe, had changed back to ordinary Muggle clothes.

"this"

Could it be that the Quetzalcoatl's gaze just cleared away his phantom spell?

There is absolutely no illusion in the eyes of gods?

So domineering?

"It's you!" The boy of faith suddenly appeared in front of him. Mr. Arnold Peacegood was shocked at first, and then ecstatic.

The violent mood change even caused a blush to appear on his face.

"Come on, no more fun."

Owen curled his lips, slightly unhappy.

His head is full of all kinds of sexy things.

There are one hundred thousand wizards here.

The conflicts between countries are deep-rooted, if he can provoke them all again.

Ho ho ho!

The real wizarding world war begins soon!

But—it’s no fun now that someone recognizes me.

Once the vest is taken off, the combat effectiveness is directly reduced by half!

There is also the risk of being arrested by Dumbledore and put in solitary confinement and used as a ruthless copying machine.

Forget it.

Anyway, the days are still long, and there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, took advantage of the sudden lull in the fighting to cast a spell to pull Malfoy out of the soil.

After all, he is the son of the financial owner, so he still has to respect his position.

As for Mr. Arnold Peacegood, he still looked at Owen expectantly.

As a mute person who was able to engage in some kind of magical research throughout his life in the Department of Mysteries, Mr. Arnold Peacegood had all the qualities of a scholar wizard.

Although he was one of the sponsors of the Malfoy family, Mr. Arnold Peacegood spent all the money on his own research.

Compared with the more philistine wizards in the ministry, he still has expectations for Hogwarts in his heart.

Mr. Arnold Peacegood has always felt that if Hogwarts can produce a few more wizards like Dumbledore, it will be a blessing for both the reputation of Hogwarts and the magical research he is engaged in.

This is why he looked at Owen with such intense eyes.

"Sir, can you stop looking at me and expect me to have a fight with that girl?" Owen looked at the bald middle-aged wizard with disgust.

He is just like most wizards who have never left the magical world in their lives.

The Muggle costume he was wearing was ridiculous and ridiculous.

A suit with long johns, a windbreaker for women and a pair of high-heeled boots of a few feet.

All I can say about this look is that he knows fashion.

However, modern mortals cannot understand this fashion that is hundreds of years ahead of mankind.

Mr. Arnold Peacegood was a little embarrassed by Owen's stare. He immediately signaled to his two colleagues, one ran to call someone, and the other went to ease the mood of the Witch of Ilvermorny.

"You are the rising star of the magical world!" He first praised Owen.

Then he walked towards Owen with a face full of joy.

"No! I'm not, I don't have it. I'm a picky guy. I can't even beat Malfoy over there." Owen said, pointing to the unkempt Malfoy over there.

Then he received a look of contempt from Draco.

"Why do you have any objection?" Owen glared back. Then she glared at him and continued: "Are your skin itchy? You're a bit jumpy today!"

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Malfoy, who was stared at by Owen's oppressive eyes, did not dare to speak anymore.

However, he was convinced but his gray eyes still couldn't help releasing considerable hostility.

"Alas." Suddenly Mr. Peacegood sighed.

"You don't know." He said quietly.

"A big event will happen in the second half of the year. Those people signed and they agreed. Originally, the Ministry thought that Hogwarts had a chance to win.

The British wizarding world has been hit hard these past few months.

You'd better hope Ireland wins the Quidditch match tonight. After all, this is the last way I can see to regain the confidence of British wizards. "

"The second half of the year?" Owen raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew what would happen in the second half of the year.

What surprised him was that, depending on what Mr. Peacegood meant, this year's Triwizard Tournament was going to be renamed?

Will Ilvermorny also participate?

Um————Owen looked sideways at the witch who had calmed down, it was possible.

If he were the headmaster of Ilvermorny, if Dumbledore sent an invitation, and there were such magical abilities among his students, then he would definitely agree.

Both for the school's prestige and for future school admissions.

After all, Beauxbatons speaks French and Durmstrang speaks German. Ilvermorny, who is also in the English camp, is more attractive to British wizards.

If we can defeat Hogwarts, the oldest and most prestigious magic school in Europe, head-on in the competition.

The pair have always been controversial - Ilvermorny is a rip-off of Hogwarts, a wizarding school that's absolutely groundbreaking.

"You are worrying too much about this. The little wizard at Hogwarts is quite strong."

Owen said calmly.

So strong - if he had been very confident in Cedric before, after all, his strength had improved rapidly in the past few years, but the sudden appearance of the Witch of Ilvermorny forced Owen to face reality.

Compared with the warriors from the other three major European magic academies, her strength is at a loss.

That girl has the advantage of crushing the level.

Owen didn't think anyone in Hogwarts could defeat her head-on.

Unless he does it himself.

"Really?" Mr. Peacegood murmured pessimistically, seriously doubting this.

"Of course, you just need to remember that Hogwarts is the best in the world!"

Owen said calmly.

If it doesn't work, he will do it himself.

Anyway, the prize money for the semi-finals - no - the semi-finals competition is quite abundant, and this time it is definitely higher than in the original work.

He was quite happy to make extra money easily.

"boom!!!"

As the two of them continued to chat without saying a word.

Suddenly there was a violent explosion in the distance.

"What's going on?" Mr. Peacegood frowned, quickly left Owen and the others and walked towards the direction of the sound.

"It seems that the little wizard at Hogwarts is fighting with someone." Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge didn't know what promise he made to the girl.

In short, the gathered Ilvermorny wizards did not continue to attack, while the surrounding Durmstrang wizards were afraid of the girl's strength and did not become enthusiastic anymore.

The battle here ended suddenly.

And as things here calmed down, the sound of explosions in the distance filled everyone's ears.

"Damn it, don't they know how many Muggles have gathered outside?" Mr. Peacegood cursed, and then rushed over without stopping.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, took Owen and Malfoy with him - for fear they would cause trouble again.

We walked over together.