I, Hogwarts Second Week

Compared to the commotion on the little wizard's side, on the rostrum where the judging panel was located, Dumbledore and a group of professors, principals, and well-known scholars also expressed surprise at Coatelle's performance.

This level of magic control is far beyond the ranks of ordinary wizards.

It's hard to believe that a seventeen-year-old wizard can have such strength.

In particular, Old Dengtou, Grindelwald, and Professor Eulalie, who knew some of the inside story, paid more attention to the magic power when she cast spells that was far thicker and longer than ordinary people's.

This kid - is indeed different from others.

Even if it wasn't ancient magic, it was definitely a very rare ability.

And at this time in the venue.

The silver-haired Koatl walked straight into the inner circle with a sneer on his face.

The lava beasts she creates move very quickly.

In three or two steps, he had already reached the edge of the inner circle.

At this time, Bakar had already put away his contempt. After having Cedric, the golden egg thief, he was more cautious than ever.

"Roar!"

The wave-like dragon's breath almost immediately rolled towards the lava beast created by Koatl.

The gilded flame was like a curtain, completely blocking the witch's sight in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes were filled with gold, and fire was dancing in her blood-red eyes.

The light reflected her silver hair transparently, and every hair was covered in golden light.

The sky blue clothes swayed in the soaring air waves.

In a trance, the silver threads turned into moonlight, and the clothes turned into stars, blending with the golden light, a match made in heaven, adding harmony to the confrontation.

"She--so beautiful!"

No one doubted Coatl's appearance. Under the hibiscus, her appearance was the most beautiful that the little wizards had ever seen.

Unlike Fleur's natural charm brought about by her bloodline, Koyatel's aloofness, scornful look, and cold temperament all add to her unique and fatal appeal.

It is undeniable that some people like this kind of arrogant girl.

Especially when she's ridiculously beautiful.

It's a pity that she offended the little wizard of Hogwarts too deeply, and the little wizard's strength has greatly increased now. So everyone is more bored with her.

This is how people are. If the little wizards are so weak that they have no resistance in front of Koyatel, then the human nature of following the strong will certainly make the little wizards have a better impression of her, and even licking dogs will become popular.

But when the little wizard has the strength to fight and even kill by surprise, then they will not be so enthusiastic about Koyatel.

And whoever you lick is not licking!

Look at Miss Furong over there, she is more beautiful than you and has a nicer temper.

And we at Hogwarts also have our own arrogant little witch!

Isn't there a Miss Granger who can compete with her?

Look - after having a choice, Koatl naturally has no way to gain favor in the heart of the little wizard at Hogwarts.

The largest number of young Hogwarts wizards in all the stands, when they saw the beautiful performance like an oil painting, they just sighed at the beauty of the witch and her terrifying strength.

But there is no respect in my heart.

"Roar!"

There was another dragon roar.

The sound woke up the eyes of the little wizards around them who were gradually blurred.

And Koyatel also quickly responded.

"All curses end!"

Her left hand is located on her lower abdomen, with her fingers clasped tightly. Although his eyes were fixed in front of him, his attention - eyes were turned behind him intentionally or unintentionally.

She was directing the puppet behind her.

The wand in his right hand was held flat in front of him, and his body leaned back due to the heat wave. In an instant, a world-famous painting was born, "The Creation of Adam."

The same color was golden, and a silky and elegant ribbon of light sprouted from the tip of her wand, like the feather ribbon of a god.

It's light, but it isolates the flames.

"Oh, God!"

This scene made many Muggle-born young wizards scream in surprise.

If they were not wizards, when they saw this scene, they would definitely think that it was an angel coming, and then they would bow down and worship.

It's so surprising.

She - for some reason, she suddenly had a strong religious color on her body.

It was as if a god really looked down at her with pity.

And if Owen could hear what these little wizards were thinking, he would tell everyone directly.

That girl, she - she - there really was a god behind her.

Still the main god of South America!

This time, the virtual image of Quetzalcoatl appeared vaguely behind her. That strange, thick magic power was continuously flowing from the virtual image to her wand.

Only in this way can all the curses come to an end!

I really thought Bakar’s dragon breath was an ordinary flame!

There was no telling how much bloodline there was in the giant dragon's body. Its flames were thick and hot, completely different from ordinary fire dragons.

Ordinary mantras such as standing and stopping mantras may be useful, but they cannot be sprinkled forward like a fountain!

That is the power of the gods!

"There's a problem, there's a big problem!"

Just as Owen was thinking about it, he took the time to block this girl and explore the depths.

The lava beast behind her finally took action.

"boom!"

The giant beast stepped on the inner wall and jumped high. It wielded a huge lightning sword and halberd and plunged it into a pyramid twice its size.

"Crack!" The sound of huge rocks breaking changed the entire arena.

It was the howl of pain from the pyramid.

Full of violent aesthetic music.

"Whoosh!" A whistling sound caused by some kind of air rubbing against the solid wall came from the mouth of the giant beast.

Then, in the eyes of countless pairs of eyes in the audience, the body of the lava beast began to break apart, and the resulting magma was like a heavy rain pouring towards Bakar.

"Roar?" Bakar was stunned, and the tone of his roar changed.

Although its scales are immune to most spells, that doesn't mean it can bathe in magma.

One is magic and the other is physics.

It can still tell the difference.

Then the giant dragon, which was dozens of feet tall, flapped its wings subconsciously. Bakar wanted to use the hurricane of flying wings to blow away the suddenly disintegrated lava.

And this plays into Coatl's plan.

The cracked stone pyramid not only fell down, but also the golden eggs fell down.

Although Bakar is powerful, his brain is not smart enough.

It's not that it's mentally retarded, but that just like Justin, its head gets rusty if it's not used regularly.

It doesn't even think about why others do what they do.

Especially when it has an eccentric eldest sister, Shilok, it is even less willing to use its brain.

Ditto Justin.

This resulted in Koyatel's crude plan succeeding all of a sudden.

She raised her wand slightly.

She transformed the fallen stone into a chain, then threw it up high, directly tying the golden egg, and then gently pulled it, and the golden egg fell into her hands.

"this--"

The little wizard who was looking forward to the battle between humans and dragons did not expect that the game would end so quickly.

And—although Koatl’s battle was extremely gorgeous.

But like fireworks, in fact, her time was very short.

The whole process from coming out to getting the golden egg only takes five or six minutes.

This was mainly because the venue was too big and the clothes she wore were not suitable for running, which made it take a little longer.

Compared to Cedric, her challenge could be described as ending in the blink of an eye.

"The game is over! The warrior from Ilvermorny, Koatl's challenge is successful!"

Owen jumped out appropriately again.

He waved his magic wand to stop the struggling magic puppet, and comforted Bakar, who was still confused because it happened too fast.

And appearing on the field at the same time as him was Dumbledore, who was gorgeously dressed in purple robes.

"Wait a minute -" Owen quickly stepped forward and stopped Old Dengtou.

Of course he knew what his grandma was here for.

That is the eternal fire, the Gubulai fairy fire!

No one cares, it will keep burning.

Other professors don't know how to put it out.

"Wait a minute, I have some use for this fire." He pulled Dumbledore, and then the two of them walked towards Koatl.

At this time, she waved her wand and cleaned her dusty clothes.

After seeing Owen coming, he set his sights on Dumbledore.

——Hehe—— Still so arrogant.

Irving chuckled, and then said calmly: "The clothes are very beautiful, but they are not suitable for competition."

Who would wear this skirt in the competition?

"When you are strong enough, external objects will no longer be obstacles." She said coldly, but her eyes did not stop on Owen for a moment, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

she said to Dumbledore.

"."Hey!

The mind is better than things, transcending the ordinary and becoming holy, right?

However, your reaction is really not polite at all!

But Owen also knows that this proud girl still looks down on him!

It doesn't matter to him. Anyway, I will only have contact with you for half a year in my life. I will probably - no - definitely - not have any contact with you again in the future.

"I want to talk to you!" He continued patiently.

But the girl still ignored him.

A pair of blood-red eyes still fell behind Dumbledore.

Seeing this, the old principal smiled with a kind look in his eyes. He patted Owen on the head next to him and said, "My student has something to do with you."

"By the way. I heard that you are the student union president of Ilvermorny. What a coincidence, so is he."

"I think you'll have plenty to talk about."

"Let's talk?" Koyatel frowned slightly, and his pupils flashed with inadvertent contempt, "Did I do something? Will you think I am very laid-back?

If it's okay, please get out of the way.

I have other things to do. No time to chat with other people. "She deliberately pronounced those two words very strongly, and her tone was already an undisguised mockery.

"Huh?" Owen couldn't help it immediately. He frowned. Bad eyes.

I can understand that you look down on my brother. After all, he is not famous. Compared to Miss Granger, he is completely unknown.

But next to me is Dumbledore.

The greatest white wizard in the world, if you still speak in this tone, it's out of character. But uneducated!

"Are you so uneducated? Is this how your mother taught you?"

"Still." A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I shouldn't assume that you have a mother."

"Go away!" said the girl. "Otherwise, it's death."

"No!" Owen glared at her and raised his head, "You can't go there until we discuss whether your Schrödinger's mother exists. You and I - ah - oh - "

"Professor, why are you pinching me!"

His shoulder suffered a heavy blow, a sneak attack from Old Dengtou.

He coughed a few times, and then kept looking at Owen to tell Owen to pay attention to what he said. She was a girl and a guest.

Owen, on the other hand, rubbed his shoulders with a look of pain on his face. Hey, he's over a hundred years old and his hands are still so strong!

It pinched his tendons.

Then, he suppressed his anger and said in a pretended low voice, "Excuse me -"

"Is your mother still alive?"

"If I arrange her like this, she won't be angry!"

"Oops! That's so embarrassing, and I apologize in advance for all the things I may have said about your mother in the past, present, and future."

He's Owen Sanchez!

Worse than Yin and Yang!

All the Hogwarts wizards combined couldn't compare to him.

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Finally, Koyatel raised his head, his blood-red eyes filled with anger and disdain, and nothing else.

And then—just when Owen thought she was going to fight.

She suddenly moved her steps, then changed direction and passed Owen.

No words were spoken the whole time.

silence.

She walked past him silently.

And silence - is the greatest contempt.

"Ha!" He laughed angrily. "Interesting~" he said.

The sneer at the corner of his mouth grew worse.

This girl really hasn’t suffered much!

In that case——

"Ah--"

Owen immediately raised his wand.

The next second, the eternal fire around him suddenly trembled crazily, as if inspired by it, turned into a tornado, and then attacked him violently.

Koyatel, who felt the sudden heat behind him, also stopped and turned back silently.

Then she saw that the wand held tightly in Owen's hand was flashing with dazzling blue light, and the eternal fire was like a magnet with positive and negative poles, converging towards his wand without hesitation, and finally disappeared into nothingness at the tip of the wand.

"What now?" he sneered.

The gray eyes suddenly became deep and dark.

The lips move slightly up and down.

It's like reciting some kind of magic spell.

Then Koyatel suddenly discovered that in her sight, the surrounding light was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then darker.

It was like someone was peeling off a cocoon, bit by bit, applying a layer of black ink to the light.

She suddenly felt the soles of her feet soften.

Wait for her to lower her head.

In an instant, the mirror image of the vestibule that looked like hell was nakedly displayed in front of her.

It was a hall, covering an extremely large area.

Looking up, there are probably hundreds of round glass storage tanks scattered here.

In every glass storage jar, there is a dried up corpse.

They stared at her with eyes that were almost falling off.

The rotten jaw bumped up and down, as if he was talking, but without flesh and blood and lacking a voice, he could not make a sound no matter how much he vented his anger.

Before she could react, she felt herself sinking suddenly again.

This time, she went deep into the inner chamber of hell.

In the new room.

Skeletons were spread all over the ground. This is hardly even a place to kick.

There was a thick, dark green liquid everywhere on the walls and on the floor.

The pile of disgusting mucus was filled with black and red pieces of flesh and blood. Skeletons all over the floor were covered with all kinds of worms. A suffocating stench filled the room.

The witch stepped back repeatedly, her face now completely bloodless. Biting his lips with trembling teeth. A pair of blood-red eyes widened.

Koyatel only felt a little dark before her eyes, and she knew that this was a precursor to fainting. At this moment, she really hoped that she could faint and escape from this hell temporarily, but unfortunately she couldn't.

The faint light flickered, and in the center of the room there were densely packed human skeletons of all kinds, old, young, male, and female. And this seems to be a slaughterhouse used by the devil to torture mortals.

Those poor guys were forced to huddle closely together, circle after circle. There are many mountains surrounding it, forming a hill made of bones.

They are singing!

Sing to your heart’s content!

"Why is that you!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

"We - are not willing to give in!"

The blasphemous sound, like the tip of a knife cutting through glass, sounded in her ears.

"Go away, go away!!!"

Her tense nerves finally could no longer bear the fear in front of her. She ran like crazy toward the opposite side of the Skeleton Mountain.

As her footsteps accelerated wildly, the hall shattered like broken glass.

But the blasphemous voice followed him like a shadow. The harsh voice sounded inexplicably magnetic and sad to her ears.

It seemed to come from beyond the galaxy, from the other side of time, in that dark hall, at the end of everything.

In the kaleidoscope-like reality where light and shadow intersect, the ultimate fear gradually emerges.

"Why...still...don't you die?"

"Why do you survive?"

"ah!!!"

The scream before death was like blood spurting out from her mouth crazily.

The corpses climbed up tremblingly and walked toward her step by step like zombies.

With every step he took, a piece of flesh and bone covered with maggots would fall out.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Koyatel retreated in horror. At this time, she completely forgot about the magic spell that was engraved in her blood.

"Crack!"

She tripped over something, a leg bone.

Then she subconsciously looked at the empty glass storage tube on the right, and saw an iron plate with a name engraved on it. It was rusty and covered with bright green moss.

"Coatl?"

She read out the name on the iron plate mechanically.

His eyes fell on the glass of the storage tube.

In the originally empty glass storage tube, a figure suddenly appeared.

"ah!"

the girl screamed.

In Koyatel's sight, the person in front of him was a tall, beautiful girl with blood-red eyes, pale face, and finely carved facial features.

And she was looking at herself with a sneer.

No, that's not right.

That's her face.

Koyatel touched her cheek in horror, only to find that at some point, there was an iron plate on her chest. It was rusty, but it clearly read - "Koyatel".