I, Hogwarts Second Week

"This is Hermione Jane Granger, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts." He said calmly.

That apparently plain voice resounded like thunder in the ears of the people around him.

"fourth grade?"

Neither Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, nor Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge in front of the Witch of Ilvermorny, or the adult wizards around him felt ridiculous.

A strong sense of déjà vu emerged that the world might be false.

They didn't believe that a fourth-grade wizard could have such terrifying power.

But the scene that happened in front of me was so real.

So they can only guess elsewhere.

What a descendant of a pure-blood family!

The illegitimate daughter of a famous wizard!

What a witch with ancient inheritance!

In short, they pointed fingers at Miss Granger's power.

But no one believed that it was the result of talent and hard work.

I have to say this is sad.

But it's very realistic.

Obviously, the Quetzalcoatl protection spell and lightning magic cast by the Ilvermorny witch just now were equally shocking.

And in comparison, her magic is more difficult.

But none of the surrounding wizards had such a big reaction.

Why?

Because that girl looked like the heir of a pure-blood family, with ancient blood flowing in her body.

Yes, this is the ingrained thinking of most wizards in the wizarding world.

Even those progressive wizards who say they respect Muggle-born wizards and want to give them more plans and support are like this.

They didn't believe from the bottom of their bones that wizards of Muggle origin could achieve such brilliant achievements.

Even Ron, George, and Fred looked at him less surprised after learning that he was the heir to the French Rozier family.

It's as if wizards from ancient families should be that powerful.

In order for Miss Granger to be able to securely serve as Minister of Magic in the future, Owen didn't mind adding fuel to this rumor.

"Yes! She is the heir of Gryffindor, with Godric's blood flowing in her body."

"One person at Hogwarts is better than ten thousand people!"

Owen continued to make up false life experiences for Miss Granger.

There are tens of thousands of wizards here, and I believe his rumors will soon spread throughout Europe.

Even if she clarifies it later, it won't be of much use.

Nietzsche said: There are no facts, only interpretations.

Once a rumor is formed, it is like a drop of ink dropped into a glass of water.

No matter how much clean water you pour into it, the ink will always be there.

It's only getting rarer.

Unless you pour out all the water in the cup.

Moreover, with the current growth rate of Miss Granger's magic skills, she will only make this legend become a reality step by step.

"Is that Granger?"

Draco, who had pure-blood glory engraved in his bones, raised his head blankly.

Looking at the horizon, the dust formed clouds, burned by the flames, rolling and moving like golden gilt.

For a time, something in his heart gradually collapsed.

"Why? A mudblood"

In a daze, he felt a twinge of pain in his head, which was the brain's stress response. In order to convince himself, he had to start believing Owen's words.

The fact that Granger was the heir to Gryffindor had been instilled in him since first year.

Maybe this kind of self-deception can make him feel a little better.

"snort!"

Looking at Malfoy's troubled face.

The corners of Owen's mouth raised slightly. His eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Wait! Look, that giant - it doesn't seem to be in good condition."

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.

Owen also looked at it.

High in the sky, huge cracks began to appear in the huge lava beast and the stone fragments that were forcibly pieced together.

The cracks are getting bigger and more numerous.

There were even bolide falling from the giant beast in mid-air.

There was a sound of "Bang!!", stirring up dirt and sparks.

A few unlucky wizards were affected by the sparks and screamed in pain.

"Are they going to be unable to hold on?" A slightly novel voice came from beside them.

Owen looked sideways.

——That little beauty from Ilvermorny.

Wearing a colorful rose red tailoring robe. A robe with wings hanging on the shoulders.

Her red pupils were particularly bright red under the shadow of the flames.

Looking at Miss Granger from a distance, her eyes, lips, throat, and entire body were trembling slightly.

Like a small animal about to be eaten by a predator?

There is no ordinary surprise between the brows, but excitement.

Owen half-stepped back.

He could clearly sense that that girl was definitely a big trouble.

Being near her may bring you misfortune.

"Do you think so too?" Suddenly, the girl turned to look at Owen.

This startled him.

"I can't hold on anymore." Owen scratched his head and patted the dust from his handsome hairstyle.

"Hey, are all Hogwarts like this?" She looked at Owen intently, "I mean, are they all so um... awesome?"

The corners of her mouth raised slightly. The long silver hair behind her swayed in the wind.

The tone of her voice was very strange. There is a hint of surprise, like seeing a treasure, but there is also a little danger in this surprise. Like an invisible iceberg beneath the ocean.

"My name is Koyatl Stewart. I am a seventh-year student at the Horned Water Serpent, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Owen Sanchez, Hogwarts Hufflepuff, fourth year."

"Fourth grade?" Koyatel's eyebrows were frivolous, and his blood-red pupils gave off an indescribable light.

Owen saw her biting her lip slightly.

Her body trembled slightly, as if some kind of desire was spreading, and she was suppressing this desire.

It's just that this process is unbearable.

"I'm curious." She said this after a while.

Even the collapsing lava from high in the sky did not move her expression at all.

"Are you familiar with that Hermione in the distance? Do you know her well?"

"Hermione Granger?" Owen realized the trouble. "Not familiar, not familiar at all. She is from Gryffindor and I am Hufflepuff. I haven't seen her for several months."

He wasn't lying, Owen did go months without seeing Hermione - well - in terms of her time.

The girl in front of him named Koyatel Stewart didn't look normal at first glance. He already had a girl with an abnormal brain that he was troubled with, so he didn't want another one.

For the sake of your own ears.

Granger, I'm sorry! ! !

"Why don't you and her be good enough to wear one together——"

"Whoops!" A tongue-locking spell hit Malfoy's head, and his mouth was sewn shut.

"It's time for lunch, oh! Look, time goes by so fast!" Owen laughed.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to our homes and find our mothers. Look, our poor employee of the Ministry of Magic has not many hairs on his head. He only has this ring of hair left. Let him keep it if he can. Bar!"

After that, Owen turned around and was about to leave.

It’s not fun to watch anyway.

The Aurors are here, and the farce will be over soon.

Besides, that Coyart Stewart

He always felt like where had he heard this last name before, Stuart?

Are there any pure-blood families with this surname in Europe?

never heard of that.

What about the United States?

He knew very little about the United States, but most American wizards came from Europe.

I have never heard of the Stewart family.

Could it be that I am ignorant?

While Mr. Arnold Peacegood was in a daze.

Owen turned sideways and ran towards the lava beast.

There were falling lava everywhere on the road.

Fortunately, it is midsummer at this time, and the grass in the mountains is green and contains a lot of moisture.

If it were autumn, I'm afraid a mountain fire would have been lit long ago.

I have to say that Miss Granger's magic is indeed very deceiving.

Even with the help of other little wizards, it is a bit too strong to be able to transform such a huge creation.

But - the magic power consumed by this level of transformation magic is definitely not something that a normal little wizard can possess.

Without enough magic power, this thing is like a levitating spell that levitates a stone and then freely falls towards the enemy.

Any wizard with a normal brain development would not be attacked by such a large one throwing stones.

Of course, when this giant lava beast collapses, it may be lava instead of rocks.

There is splash, so it is still a bit lethal - but not much. Don't look at how these wizards are shouting now. They are not fools. They are just splashing lava, which can be blocked with a wave of a wand.

but no matter.

With the magical talent and powerful magic power displayed by Miss Granger now.

Owen can imagine how tomorrow's "Daily Prophet" will report this matter.

Her life story and various performances at Hogwarts will definitely be reported in full.

Along with her status as Godric Gryffindor's heir.

I believe that overnight, the British wizarding world will be boiling.

She will become a celebrity known to all wizards like Dumbledore, Sirius, and Harry overnight.

All major media wanted to have an exclusive interview with her, and her home was almost filled with owl letters.

As the news continues, Miss Granger may have many more admirers all over the world.

After more than 100,000 wizards present left, her name was recited all over the world.

Hermione Granger will be recognized by the wizarding world as the most promising young wizard and the future star of hope in the wizarding world.

Even considering the Four-wizard tournament in the second half of the year, Hogwarts may usher in a wave of students.

Many foreign parents hope to send their children to Hogwarts, hoping that they can study at the same school as Granger, the rising star of tomorrow.

Of course, punishment from the Ministry of Magic may follow.

But thinking about it with his heels, it would definitely be a superficial punishment that is louder than rain. After all, Barty Crouch would not risk the world's disapproval to punish a British genius wizard.

Well - if Irving does not participate at this time, this future will be a realistic trend.

"Let Miss Granger bear this honor!"

He walked quickly to the pile of young wizards at Hogwarts.

He saw Sirius who was casting spells to clean up the lava.

He saw Harry Ron and others who were struggling to support themselves.

He saw that on Miss Granger's face, sweat was pouring out from her forehead.

Before it even slipped onto my cheeks, it was already evaporated by the high temperature.

They were in a desperate situation at this time, because if they suddenly withdrew their magic power at this time, the lava that collapsed would bury everyone.

"Consider the consequences next time you cast a spell!" He rushed into the crowd angrily.

"Owen, hurry up. We can't hold on any longer." Harry said intermittently.

The tearing feeling of the magic being withdrawn from the body was like a pinprick of pain.

He endured it, but the pain seemed to last for ten thousand years without diminishing at all. On the contrary, it is getting worse.

And he couldn't just let go.

"It's good. This is how you should exercise."

"I haven't had a fight in half a year, so don't get rusty." Owen said jokingly, his tone as if it were everyday, "You guys are famous! Do you know?"

"Who the hell cares about this - hurry up!" Ron shouted angrily.

"I can't feel my arms anymore."

"It's okay. I can see that your arm is still there."

"No - we have reached the limit!" Percy's voice came from the crowd, and he was also restrained by this monster-eating monster.

"Owen!!!" Harry's heartbreaking voice came.

He was in a daze, roaring, this was his last strength.

next moment.

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly there was a sound of something collapsing from the sky.

Then the lava lost its restraints like sea water, and finally returned to the embrace of gravity.

"No - it's too late."

Hermione's weak voice was like the rest of the story, the bell that signaled the end of everything.

She sat limply.

His eyes stared blankly at the lava beast that was about to collapse high in the sky.

"I said - the protagonist hasn't appeared yet."

Owen didn't know when he had arrived next to Hermione.

He quickly lifted her up.

Then he seemed to wrap his arms around her and raise her wand, but in fact it was just for show, and raised his phoenix wand high.

"I suddenly have a feeling that if I come forward, I will be in trouble, so I can only ask you, Miss Granger."

He teased against Hermione's ear.

In the flames, the figure of that young woman showed a stern look that others could not catch up with.

He had a smile on his face from beginning to end.

Looking down at Miss Granger, her face was so confident and shining.

Just as precious as a diamond.

At least for this moment, this second, for Hermione.

"Make a wish, Miss Granger," Owen whispered.

The gray eyes are reassuring, annoying, angry and frivolous.

At this moment, the giant beast had disintegrated.

Starting from the legs, the cracks appear as fast as lightning.

The sound of lava on the ground could already be heard in their ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Asshole! You."

"Oh! Civilized words, Miss Granger."

above the earth. A curse rose into the sky.

The powerful black and white magic power seemed to tear apart the space and create a black hole.

Not even light escaped from the ferocious, twisted, disintegrating vortex of time and space.

"I made your wish for you."

"Let everything 'disappear'!"