I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Hold on! Miss Granger! At three o'clock, there is a little Slytherin baby coming over."

On the other side, the order from Owen, the archfire master, resounded in the ears of many Gryffindors.

He jumped up and stood on the Hufflepuff table, waving the flag.

Hannah, who was watching next to her, was stunned.

"What disarming spell! Doesn't he know how to use his fists without a wand?" Owen yelled.

He watched as Harry disarmed a second-year Slytherin's wand with a 60% disarming spell. It was probably the first time that the little guy had successfully cast this spell, and he was feeling very proud of himself.

At this moment, Owen's voice came.

The two people who heard the sound were stunned.

Immediately, the Slytherin sophomore also reacted, yes! I don’t have my wand, but I still have my fist!

Glancing at Harry's frail little body, he pounced on him without any hesitation. Struggled with him.

"I thank you! Owen." Harry roared angrily, and began to fight hand-to-hand like a regular wizard.

"You're welcome, at Gryffindor's service."

"Harry." Seeing that his good brother was in trouble, Ron immediately rushed over and kicked him right in the chin. The guy in the Snake Yard had no defense and was kicked directly into the Zhuanzhu hole in the face - - His neck tilted and he fainted.

"Are you OK."

Ron asked concernedly as he dragged Harry out.

"It's okay, be careful." Harry was rubbing his cheeks. Before he could relax, a curse he had never seen suddenly appeared in his eyes. He quickly pushed Ron away with all his strength, calmed down, and his eyes fell. On that mean guy.

Draco Malfoy.

"Ron, don't come here. Give him to me!" Harry shouted, then grabbed the wand and rushed over.

I'm getting ready to find you! How dare you jump out on your own!

Do you really think he has no temper?

With new and old hatreds welling up in his heart, Harry transformed into the God of War, calmly dodging all the spells coming from the front (as a result of Owen's training) while staring at Malfoy.

"Yes! Harry, keep an eye on him. Use the Petrification Charm!"

Skin - battlefield commander - Owen, raised his wand and threw a lighting spell, which landed on Malfoy's head.

- to mark your enemies.

Seeing this, Harry turned around and bared his teeth at Owen gratefully, then turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Despicable guy, prepare to receive the iron fist of Gryffindor justice!

With this in mind, Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, and a less successful petrification spell came out.

The effect wasn't very good, it just petrified Malfoy's legs, but - that was enough.

"Yes, go up to him, Harry, and kick his ass hard!"

Owen's eyes sparkled, and he sat up on the table, holding his half bowl of pumpkin porridge. While drinking the porridge, he stared at the battle situation.

Um!

Hufflepuffs never waste food!

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Let's turn our attention elsewhere.

I would like to invite Owen, the frontline war correspondent, to give you an on-the-spot introduction.

The first is the rostrum battle area, which has become a colosseum for high-end battles among the three major colleges.

The three prefects, together with the little wizards from the sixth and seventh grade, were anxiously fighting with each other.

Everyone in Gryffindor was in a reasonable position to fight against each other with the other two houses. After all, they had experience in fighting, and they cooperated with each other tacitly. Although the overall strength was lower than other houses, but with their reckless energy, As well as the other two chambers consuming each other, they actually gained the upper hand.

Next is the long table war zone. In this war zone, Gryffindor is fully defended. At the level of third, fourth and fifth grade, Ravenclaw has absolute dominance.

In high-end battles, perhaps Slytherin's pure-blood wizards can stabilize them with the various magic spells passed down by the family, but when it comes to mid-range combat power, then their Ravenclaws are superior to the entire Hogwarts.

Finally, there was the field battle area in front of the auditorium and outside the hall. In this regard, Harry, Hermione and the others performed so bravely that the Slytherins were unable to lift their heads.

If Ravenclaw hadn't been pulling them, they would have ended the battle long ago.

"Wow! Miss Granger has already killed five times. It was the Stunning Curse. It was the Stunning Curse that ended Ravenclaw's second-year ranking!"

Irving put down his bowls and chopsticks and once again devoted himself to the live broadcast.

"Wait a minute, Six Kills, Miss Granger is going berserk!"

The rising star of the war, classmate Hermione Granger, was now fully embracing the challenges from several young wizards from the other two houses.

Owen's voice in her ears was automatically filtered by her.

"Come together!" shouted a second-year Slytherin boy.

On the side, the second-year Slytherin witch responded: "Okay!"

"mean!"

Seeing the two colleges signing a wartime alliance treaty ahead.

Hermione was immediately furious. Where was the promised personal battle? Why did it turn into a group fight!

Bending down to avoid a half-finished petrification spell, the little witch raised her right hand to hold up an armor shield to resist another unknown curse, and then with a frivolous wrist, she released a certain gray spell.

"All petrified!"

Unexpectedly, the cursed Slytherin instantly hardened into a stone and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

"Seven kills! Miss Granger is close to God!"

The other little wizards around the witch looked panicked and took a few steps back unconsciously.

Stand still.

She is obviously just a first-year wizard, why is she so strong?

Although he had long expected Hermione's strength, after all, there were young wizards watching the whole scene when Owen was training them.

But when they really started to deal with it, they were shocked to find that this little witch who could only hold on to that monster Hufflepuff for less than five seconds was so powerful and terrifying!

As the brightest light on the battlefield, Hermione fell into an unprecedented excitement.

Her fluffy hair blew away in the strong wind, and her brown eyes were full of blazing light.

A confident smile appeared on her lips.

The whole person seemed to be sublimated.

——Is this the joy of beating?

Thank you Owen, I feel it!

"Eight kills! Miss Granger is amazing!" Owen screamed and raised his wand. Colorful fireworks instantly flew away from the tip of the wand in his hand and exploded outside the auditorium.

Brilliant fireworks enveloped Hermione's young body.

Looking around, there are all those people who are trying to get the best out of them, a bunch of crumbling dogs.

She stood straight, independent of the witches, her vine wand pointed downwards.

The autumn wind blowing from the mountains swept over her white neck and blew her hair.

This reminded Owen of the Queen of England, Elizabeth I, hundreds of years ago.

"I can also control the wind and rain! If you dare to offend me, my hurricane-like power will turn the whole of Spain upside down and disappear!"

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