I, Hogwarts Second Week

Owen's eyes were filled with heat.

After taking several deep breaths of the cold air, I calmed down.

Then, with the blessing of a loud voice, he said loudly, "The competition is over. The warrior from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fleur Delacour, has successfully challenged!"

His words trailed off.

In the stands, cheers suddenly erupted.

Regarding Fleur's performance just now, the little wizards had mixed opinions. Anyway, the boys were shouting, screaming, applauding, and the sound was deafening.

Just like Ron.

Ron had nothing but praise for Fleur.

Harry, on the other hand, frowned. He could see clearly in the last scene that she relied entirely on the magic props in her hands. Other than that, her performance was lackluster.

Haven't even used a decent spell.

He admitted that the charm magic should be good. Although he didn't feel it at all, but looking at Ron next to him, even his soul was taken away by others. He thought that this spell should be quite powerful.

But compared to the first three warriors, Furong's performance is lethargic.

Harry even felt that as long as he had that magical item, a wizard in the second and third years of Hogwarts might be able to pass the level.

Ginny certainly could anyway.

"It ended unexpectedly and the game came to an abrupt end. I originally thought it would be a huge magic battle." Mr. Bagman said with great disappointment on the podium. "But no matter what the means, we all congratulate the Warrior for completing her test."

"Now, please let the judges give their scores."

After a moment of silence, the judges began to score Fleur.

Mrs. Maxim gave it full marks, Mr. Bagman gave it eight points, and Mr. Dumbledore and Crouch gave it seven points. This evaluation is considered fair.

As for Grindelwald.

If he couldn't give a negative score, he would definitely give a negative score.

Of course it’s zero points!

As expected, Fleur got the lowest score.

But I have different opinions on Irving.

No matter what the means, as long as you can win the game, why do you need so many fancy magic battles?

If he were asked to rank the games, Owen would definitely give Fleur the highest score.

After all, her method is the most stable, and anyone else can also pass the level.

What does this mean?

It shows that her method is the safest. Not every little wizard is as powerful as Coatl.

If you can kill half of all life in the universe with a snap of your fingers, why would you drive a Star Destroyer to send warmth to planet after planet?

Of course, the professors' considerations are not unreasonable. After all, this is just a competition.

If that alchemy tool was invented by Furong, then of course they would all give it full marks.

Sadly, that's not the case.

On the other side, the venue quickly returned to its original state.

The competition in Furong caused the least damage to the venue, so it won't take much time to repair it.

It was around 12 noon at this time.

Several hours had passed since the game started.

Most of the little wizards began to feel hungry in their bellies.

In fact, none of the Warriors' games lasted very long, none of them took more than an hour.

Among them, Fleur was the fastest, she ended the competition in less than twenty minutes, and Krum was the slowest, taking him probably more than forty minutes.

Time was mainly wasted dealing with Bakar.

The foresighted little wizards began to take out the lunches they had prepared one after another. Like the smart Hufflepuffs, they each received a lunch of love.

Love from the elves from Hogwarts——

As for most wizards, they can only go hungry and look at the little wizards of Hufflepuff with envy.

At this moment, several hot air balloons suddenly floated in the sky.

They come from all directions.

There were about five or six.

There are large character posters hanging under each hot air balloon.

No one would fail to recognize the figure on the poster.

She was a smart girl with thick brown hair and brown eyes.

She has a beautiful face and three-dimensional facial features, especially her smart eyes, which are always shining. She wears neat wizard robes, a confident smile and a firm posture, showing a unique charm.

To Hermione's left was a drink burning with flames.

Then the image of the poster suddenly changed, and Hermione disappeared.

A few bold English words appear.

——Fire Dragon Milk Tea, Hermione Granger’s choice.

The words were vigorous and powerful, spinning in circles several times.

Don't ask - asking is simply Owen plagiarizing Dumbledore's words through permutations and combinations.

At the scene, all the little wizards stretched their heads.

Although most of them have bought this kind of milk tea before, this is the first time they have seen such a blatant advertisement.

Especially since Hermione's game is next.

"Oh? I didn't know there was advertising sponsorship for the competition?" Mr. Bagman frowned and looked back at Dumbledore.

That look seemed to say, why didn't the Ministry of Magic receive the money?

And he was destined to get no response, because Dumbledore didn't receive any money.

Seeing Old Bee pretending to know nothing, Mr. Bagman became angry.

Good on you Dumbledore.

Although, the Ministry of Magic did not contribute much in the entire competition.

But there is still hard work without credit!

Who is responsible for surrounding security?

Who is responsible for the overwhelming propaganda?

He didn't want to give even a single galleon.

So stingy!

"Well, it seems that our warrior, Miss Granger, is very confident in her own ability. During the preparation period for the competition, she even took the time to answer the milk tea commercial!" He turned his head and said in a sinister tone.

It seems that he is really unhappy about not receiving the sponsorship money.

"Now, let us invite the last warrior, the Gryffindor from Hogwarts, the heir of the legendary Godric Gryffindor, Hermione Granger!"

Although Mr. Bagman is very unhappy, as the face of British wizards today, what Miss Granger did in the World Cup is known to wizards all over the world, so he still has to give her the face she deserves.

Otherwise the British wizard can spray him to death

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A thick, melodious bell rang.

The weather at the end of November was so cold that people shivered even at noon.

The snow in the field has been cleared from previous battles.

The evaporated water vapor further increased the humidity in this place, making the temperature feel lower.

Nowadays, the little wizards speak with a strong white aura.

At this moment, Hermione's figure appeared on the playing field.

She was draped in a black robe.

He walked with a light demeanor, like driftwood on a black lake.

Under the cloak with the Hogwarts school emblem printed on the back, the traveler's top is double-layered, made of lightweight and durable fabric, and lined with runic blessings. Can make it more warm,

The bottom of the white skirt is exposed, and the feet are paired with a pair of brown and black thick-soled leather boots.

Her arms and ankles were tied with fire dragon leather protective gear, and her clothes were tightened, making it more suitable for her to fight.

Of course, as the clothing Owen gave her, it would not be that simple. Although the fabric does not look luxurious and is just an ordinary piece of clothing, if you look closely, you can find the exquisite details everywhere, such as the collar. The embroidery, the neck is like a scarf tie, fluffy and comfortable, just perfect. The Hogwarts brooch on the chest of the shirt and so on.

Even more precious is the fact that this dress, like many of Nick's creations, is a magic prop. That can't be separated easily by any weapon or magic spell.

Miss Granger's thick and fluffy brown hair was braided and combed into a single ponytail held behind her back.

She looked inexplicably like a French village girl.

His clear brown eyes revealed unprecedented caution and seriousness.

The grapevine wand was tightly held in her hand.

It could be seen that she was still a little nervous.

"Huh!" She exhaled a white breath.

Then he looked straight down and took in the entire venue.

She naturally felt the aftermath of the battle outside.

Although I didn't see the battle, I could tell just from the sound that the competition was by no means simple, and could even be dangerous.

Then when she raised her head, she saw several hot air balloons floating in the sky.

"Owen!!!"

The little witch gritted her teeth and said viciously.

She thought the guy was joking!

It was so embarrassing. This was simply the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her since she was in school.

Suddenly, unknown fire burst out from Miss Granger's heart, and the anger shattered the little tension in her heart and disappeared.

Hermione exhaled again and resisted looking at the posters in the sky that made her feel even more ashamed.

She only focused on the dragon on the pyramid in the distance and the dragon egg under the dragon.

Then——she took her feet forward.

The game officially begins!

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The outer circle of the site is a 'mountain' composed of gravels of different sizes.

That was originally a screen for the Warriors.

Of course, few of them could use it.

Hermione walked nimbly through these 'mountains', her pace getting faster and faster.

"Um?"

Suddenly a strange vibration came from under her feet.

Without the slightest hesitation, she waved her wand, and the surrounding rubble deformed into prison armor, tightly binding the puppet that was halfway up the ground.

"Oh! Wonderful transformation!" Mr. Bagman exclaimed in admiration.

Including him, no one among the young wizards at Hogwarts would think that Hermione could not pass these levels.

The World Cup scene is really deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Besides, four warriors have already passed the level before, so it shouldn't be difficult for Hermione.

Everyone thinks so, and what they want to look forward to now is whether Miss Granger can create some big scenes, so that they can regain momentum.

After all, Koyatel was so amazing before.

Vaguely, their Hogwarts has been suppressed by Ilvermorny.

This is something the little wizards can't stand.

Other schools, Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, are fine.

But not Ilvermorny.

If this magic school, which is a copycat of Hogwarts, overpowers them in the competition, it will not be as simple as being embarrassed. It was like flushing Hogwarts' millennia-old reputation down the drain.

Therefore, not only everyone in Gryffindor, but even Slytherin, who was not against them, also hoped that Hermione could win beautifully.

Naturally, when someone makes a wish, someone else will realize it. Owen has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Hey! I was forced too, Miss Granger." He sat up from the rock where he was lying, with one leg flat and the other bent, then he put his right hand on his right leg with a smile on his lips. , "Who made me the president of the student union!"

"It's all about Hogwarts!"

Although Owen's words seemed full of helplessness, there was no trace of helplessness on his face, and he was even full of excitement.

Then he waved the Crystal Phoenix Wand slightly with both hands.

Only he could see the ancient magic, or the river flowing into the sea, all pouring into the five puppets in the field.

Then he gradually lifted the restrictions that Victor had left on the puppet.

Fully activate this pure war machine.

The next second, the earth roared, and the remaining four puppets broke through the earth, crawling out one by one like demons from hell.

"Crack!" There was a sound of gold colliding with each other.

It was the sound of the fragmented metal on the puppet's body colliding with each other.

Everyone saw that the puppets suddenly seemed to expand, and the metal in their bodies bulged slightly, and the hot white light in the gaps and chests looked like flesh and blood. The majestic magic power even tends to overflow.

"boom!"

Boulders shook from them.

Ancient magic is continuously injected into their core.

This puppet left behind by the ancient heirs is now rejuvenated, standing tall on the earth like an attendant of the gods.

The light all over his body was dazzling.

"boom!!!"

explode!

It was the puppet that Hermione had imprisoned.

A strong repulsive force suddenly emitted from its body, sending all the bound boulders flying upwards.

"Armor protection!"

Hermione quickly raised her wand, and the invisible armor was like a wall of air, blocking all the flying stones.

"Multiple Freeze."

Then, her lady calmly raised her right foot and pressed it hard against the ground. In the next second, countless ice crystals emerged from the sole of her foot.

Like growing swords, the puppet that broke free was frozen again.

"Oh! Owen has used this trick before." Ron exclaimed, "He froze a lot of Acromantulas."

Ron, who has a PDST about spiders, recognized the spell at a glance.

But it's not just the magic spell that makes little wizards exclaim.

Almost at the same time that Hermione was casting the spell, there was another puppet with a long sword lying sideways, its body squatting down steadily, and then, as if pressing an accelerator button, it pierced straight towards it, like a brilliant lightning bolt.

He rushed to Hermione in the blink of an eye.

The next second after her ice crystal activated. to reach her.

"All protection, ultimate defense!"

Miss Granger calmly cast the spell, but was still forced back several steps by the sword.

Although the magic was not broken, it was pierced somewhat by the sword. The huge force was indeed shocking and her arms were numb.

"There are many obstacles!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Before she could steady her steps, Miss Granger cast a spell with her left and right hands at the same time. She cast the spell without a wand in her left hand. The target was another puppet that was about to rush over. She stirred the wand in her right hand, and the red spell was like agitated gunpowder. It directly hit the puppet in front of him who was about to swing his next sword.

"Boom!" The huge explosion shook the dust on the ground.

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, stirring the strands of hair on Miss Granger's forehead.

But before she could take a breath.

Through the smoke and dust, I saw a faint blue light in the distance.

There is also a puppet, its hands are in the posture of drawing a bow, and the metal symbolizing muscles all over its body trembles and expands. It is like the demigod heroes of ancient Greece, condensing a blue illusive weapon in its hands. The big bow is straightened to the full moon.

"Zheng" the long bow screamed, and a blue arrow feather shot into the sky, turning into countless arrow feathers, falling like raindrops.

The huge vibration dispersed the dust, and at that moment it was like stars falling.

And the last puppet was already ready to charge.

The half-length puppet that was frozen by ice crystals also broke free.

The effectiveness of the obstacle spell was limited, and the slowed puppet had already arrived in front of her condescendingly.

"call!!!"

The attacks from all directions were dizzying.

"Oops!" The little wizards in the stands screamed in unison.

"Why?" Harry asked loudly in Gryffindor.

"The puppets Hermione dealt with were obviously much better than others!"

"Yes, that kind of puppet can actually use magic!!!" Ron also said in shock.

The twins, with red eyes, stared at the hill-like puppet with a fiery look. This was simply the lover of their dreams!

Among the Hufflepuffs on the side, Hannah frowned, and her hands holding the corners of her clothes turned slightly white.

It was too dangerous - if it had been her - she might have died long ago.

Justin couldn't say anything except his eyes widened.

"And it's also very flexible." Neville squeezed through the crowd, "No puppet the warriors have dealt with before has been so flexible!"

Yes, everyone nodded, their faces gloomy.

The puppets that the four warriors dealt with before, every move they made, every swing of their swords seemed to be in slow motion. Although they looked scary, they gave the little wizards plenty of time to dodge.

But now - they seem to have become masters of swordsmanship one by one, their movements are sharp and fast. Compared with before, they are completely different.

"This is intentional, they deliberately adjusted the difficulty." Ron cursed: "Damn, it must be other schools, they can't stand the fact that we have two warriors!"

"We have no evidence." Harry reminded, this should not be said nonsense, after all, the principals are all highly respected wizards.

"Evidence?" Ron's eyelids twitched wildly, "Those puppets are about to stab Hermione to death with a sword, what evidence do you want!"

"The game should be stopped immediately!"

"That's right!" Seamus, Thomas and others behind him also shouted gloomily.

Miss Granger is their Gryffindor.

Using such despicable means to attack the favorites made them feel angry from the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh! God! What happened? Why have these puppets become so powerful?" On the rostrum, Mr. Bagman was equally angry. He turned to look at Dumbledore.

That look seemed to say, these are your students, you don’t care?

This is the first hegemony competition in a century. If there are casualties, I am afraid that this kind of competition will not be held again in the next century.

At this time, the old principal was whispering to Grindelwald.

"What does that kid want to do?" His grandfather asked with a frown, "Does he want to kill that witch?"

"I don't think so." The old principal smiled, "Actually, I'm also curious about how high Miss Granger's magic level has reached? I'm looking forward to it."

"The one with brown hair?" Grindelwald looked at Hermione in the venue.

At this time, Granger, who was surrounded by rushes, was not afraid of danger, and a dazzling red light from "Expelliarmus" hit the poor puppet crawling out of the soil. It had not been able to hold it tightly.

The big sword in his hand naturally flew down.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Her wand was frivolous, controlling the sword in mid-air, and then waved her arm widely.

The controlled sword was like a meteor, directly stabbing another puppet that had come out of the explosion spell intact.

Then she leaped sideways, barely dodging the slashes of the two puppets that roared towards her.

Finally, at the moment of landing, the wand was pointed at the ground, and the powerful transformation spell was instantly cast, and the magic power was poured into the ground. In an instant, the ground full of stones gradually turned into a muddy swamp.

The four puppets in front of her, their hill-like bodies used to be weapons to intimidate mortals, but now they have become their biggest liability.

The puppet began to sink at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it was buried up to the calf.

"All curses end!"

The golden light flashed, and the arrow feathers, which were made purely with magic power, were all blocked by the golden light.

Breathing time at the end of the attack.

Hermione used the petrification spell to completely freeze the four puppets trapped in the swamp.

Next - "Multiple Freeze"

Crystallized ice covers and freezes again.

After three restrictions, she relaxed.

"call!"

She breathed heavily, wiped the sweat from her forehead, brushed the broken hair that stuck to her face behind her ears, and then patted the dust on her body.

The eyes are tenacious.

"Well done!!!" The little wizards at Hogwarts burst into excitement.

Although Miss Granger at this time, her face was stained with dust, and she had just rolled on the ground to avoid the puppet's attack, so she was a little disgraced.

But in the eyes of the little wizard, she undoubtedly looks like a Valkyrie.

Simply invincible!

Now, there is only one opponent left.

After a moment of breathing, Granger ran straight towards the last puppet.

As for the little wizards from other schools, they were stunned.

What did they see just now?

With ease!

It seemed like he was here for shopping.

One word could describe the current image of Miss Granger in their hearts.

--powerful!

Even Grindelwald withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "You have trained a good student again."

"Haha." The old principal smiled, the joy between his brows not stopping at all.

Miss Granger's growth far exceeded his expectations.

And he knew that this was not her true strength yet, because the game was still going on.

At this time, in the venue.

The offense and defense have changed, the puppet can go, and so can Miss Granger.

Her petite body walked towards the last puppet step by step.

Inexplicably, a mountain-like aura oppressed the little wizards in the stands.

They were all stunned and speechless.