I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 282 Miss Granger, please. Please date me.

Miss Granger's cold voice echoed in the venue.

In front of her eyes, shooting stars seemed to be floating in the heavy rain, but she ignored the struggle of the metal.

Turn around, point your wand at the Tyrannosaurus on the pyramid.

Blocking out the sky and the sun, a giant dragon dozens of feet tall, its blue eyes full of violence.

The diamond-like body flashes with bright red lightning.

One after another, like a knife, cut through the pyramid, leaving traces again on the ground that had been healed countless times.

Lightning, thunder and stars appeared on the field at the same time.

What kind of scene is this?

Indescribable, like the twilight of the gods in the age of the gods.

The little wizards didn't have time to exclaim, because Bakar's back lit up even more, which was the state where the lightning magic was condensed to the limit. Everyone held their breath and widened their eyes for fear of missing something.

Then, the dragon's legs suddenly stood up, its two forearms were raised high, and the arms behind it were spread out like shields.

The huge lightning blade clearly appeared in its hand,

The next moment, the dragon wings waved, as if they were integrated into lightning, and headed straight towards Hermione.

The little witch took her time and her wand suddenly lit up blue.

"Sanchez Force Field!"

When the red lightning hits the light blue protective screen - or it doesn't hit at all.

The electric knife that looked at it with its teeth and claws seemed to be deflated, and suddenly became smaller until it disappeared.

Even Bakar's huge dragon body continued to shrink after passing by Hermione, and finally changed into the size of half a dragon egg again.

His head fell to the ground, his tongue waggled, and his limbs spread out.

His front paws scratched his back.

ah!

I am dead!

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The sudden change left Hermione at a loss. She watched with vigilance. After a few minutes, she didn't see any movement from Bakar.

Those dragon eyes would open from time to time, then quickly close again after looking at her.

This left Miss Granger's head filled with questions.

What happened?

She didn't know, but after confirming that there were no conspiracies around her, Miss Granger turned around with her wand and ran to the ruins of the pyramid in search of dragon eggs.

Soon she found the golden dragon egg under the rubble.

She quickly picked it up.

And the moment she held the dragon egg in her arms, Bakar, who was lying upright on the ground, suddenly fluttered his wings and started flying again like a dragon that was fine.

His wings were fluttering, and his head was looking in the direction of Owen from time to time.

Master - I have completed your mission! ! !

Hehe - even though Sirocco always thinks I'm stupid, in fact, most of the time, I'm a smart one.

Bakar used his superb acting skills to make the little wizard in the stands speechless.

But no one dared to say anything.

Because the previous battle has proven Miss Granger's strength.

Besides, what if that blue force field contains some magic that they don't know about?

Hasty questioning will only make you look bad.

On the pyramid, Owen appeared again.

Actor Bakar dove into his arms and raised his head, as if waiting for his praise.

Master, do you think I am smart?

I immediately realized your good intentions!

"Haha——" Rubbing Bakar's head.

Owen announced loudly: "The competition is over! Hermione Granger, the warrior from Hogwarts, has successfully challenged!"

The next moment, the cheers of the little wizards in the audience were deafening.

"Wonderful - unparalleled excitement." On the rostrum, Mr. Bagman stood up and said in a complicated tone: "I saw the future!"

"It's the future of magic."

"We are - old!"

He recalled, remembered, and felt bitter as if his vitality was gone.

Looking at the beautiful figure on the field. A strong feeling of dying on the beach emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Miss Hermione Granger, you are truly worthy of the name Gryffindor!

Your courage, your magic. And the long sword in your hand proves that you are the true heir of Gryffindor! "

After saying that, he sat down a little decadently.

And the thunderous cheers from the stands continued.

"Huhu——" Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on the podium with him, was smiling from ear to ear. She covered her mouth, and the joy in her eyes was almost overflowing.

The other principals frowned.

Especially Professor Eulalie Hicks, who kept looking back and forth between Hermione and Coatl who had returned to the Ilvermorny stand.

A certain question appeared in her heart.

Could it be that the girl named Granger is also the heir to ancient magic?

As for the others, Dumbledore's expression was still calm, and he could see the process of Owen teaching Hermione magic.

As for Grindelwald, he was surprised, but that was about it.

But it wasn't Hermione's magic that interested him more, but the relationship between him and Owen.

As for Sirius, although he suppressed it and kept in mind the principle that no matter what anyone who is related to that boy Owen does, there is no need to be surprised - this rule, but Hermione was really too bright.

She's a little too good.

As for our senior Newt, he was shocked and speechless from the beginning of Cedric's game.

The little wizard who appeared later convinced him that the current Hogwarts was no longer the Hogwarts before.

Remember when they were in school, fighting each other or using prank spells like the Bat-Spell? Look at Hogwarts now?

Why don't you wave a magic wand if you don't wave an 'Expelliarmus'!

You're not a baboon holding a magic wand!

A few minutes later - a dozen judges discussed it, and Hermione's score came out.

Nine past nine!

"Oh! Hermione comes first! Haha, I knew she could do it!" The little wizard shouted crazily in the Gryffindor stands.

Ron was even more overwhelmed with joy.

"What I care more about are the spells she used!" Harry's eyes lit up, "Owen must have taught them. Do you think Owen would teach us if we paid?"

"Yes!" The twins said in unison, "As long as you pay enough, he can sell himself to you!"

The scene was filled with jubilation, and ten minutes later, the warriors gathered in the hut again.

It's just that this time, unlike a few hours ago, a protagonist vaguely appeared among the five people.

Then Mr. Ludo Bagman, he wanted to tell everyone a few words.

"Warriors, you all did a good job," he said with a smile, "Okay, I only have a few words to say. The second project will officially start at 9:30 am on Sunday, February 12 next year.

Before that, you can rest for a long time, but be aware that the second game actually starts from this moment.

You need to solve the mystery of the castle.

Looking down at the golden eggs in your hands, did you notice them? See the seam there? You must solve the clues provided in the egg, which will tell you what the entrance puzzle of the second project is, no problem? Okay, let's go. "

Several people left the tent.

As soon as Hermione went out, she saw a lot of little wizards from Hogwarts surrounding her.

Ron, Harry and the others squeezed through the crowd.

"What you're wearing looks really nice today." Harry said, "What kind of fabric is this? It looks so smooth. If possible -"

"That's enough Harry!" The twins squeezed him away, "Before you give away clothes, you have to know the size of that Ravenclaw girl first!"

"I -" Harry was speechless for a while. He couldn't bear to ask these questions - how could he speak!

"At this time, you need a pair of eyes that are as good as a ruler!" Suddenly a voice came from behind them. It was Owen. He laughed playfully, followed by the little wizards of Hufflepuff. "I knew her at a glance. What’s the size?”

"." Hearing this, Miss Granger glared at him.

She raised the Sword of Gryffindor in her hand.

It's very sharp.

"Congratulations!" He walked over.

"Haha - I just asked Fleur, and she said that those puppets obviously became more powerful when I broke through. Do you know the reason?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, holding the golden egg and said in a dangerous tone.

"Hey! How do I know that Dumbledore is in charge of the content of the game, and I am just a tool?"

"Sanchez!" Hermione shouted angrily, "I've seen those puppets in the ruins too!"

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Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Owen had no choice but to say bluntly, "Ordinary puppets have no fighting power at all. This is simply humiliating to you who have learned spells for so long. Am I not setting the stage for you to cast spells with all your strength?"

"Still." He suddenly approached, "Does Miss Granger think something will happen under my eyes?"

"You" Hermione gritted her teeth. She had never seen anyone speak shamelessly in such a fresh and refined way.

Why do I like this bastard guy?

Afterwards, she remained silent, pinching the sleeves of her robe, feeling aggrieved.

While she was brewing her emotions, Owen on the side spoke again: "By the way, can you dance?"

"Huh?" Miss Granger, who was feeling aggrieved, raised her head blankly, "You will need it after a while."

Owen, who had the little witch under control, smiled and said.

I’m afraid I’ll shed tears! I can only change the subject.

Several people walked towards the castle together.

They kept chatting along the way. The conversation focused on each Warrior's performance.

It was also at this time that Hermione learned how the warriors before her had passed.

And just as they passed the outside of the Forbidden Forest, a witch suddenly jumped out from behind the trees. It was Rita Skeeter.

She was wearing a bright green robe today, and the shorthand pen in her hand matched the color of the robe.

"Hermione, your magic is really powerful." Rita Skeeter looked at Miss Granger with a smile and called her by her name, as if they were familiar with her. "Can you tell me, who are you?" How did you learn so many magics? Did Dumbledore teach you? Are those dark magics?"

She turned a blind eye to everyone else, even Harry.

All attention was directed to Hermione.

"No comment!" Hermione said coldly.

"No comment?" Rita Skeeter's mouth froze. "Is it no comment, or is there something unspeakable?"

"Stay away from Hermione, you're just making up nonsense." Most of the people traveling with Hermione looked at Rita Skeeter with disgust, looking at her as if they were looking at a bedbug.

"Go away! Otherwise, I'll throw you to the fire dragon!" Ron looked at her with disdain. Others may not know it, but the three of them, Harry, him, Hermione and Bakar, have a very good relationship.

Because they often go to Hagrid's hut, they are very familiar with each other.

He could really get Bakar to teach this ugly woman a lesson.

"Really?" Rita Skeeter didn't care at all about Ron's words, but became very excited, "Are you trying to intimidate me? Are you going to do anything to innocent reporters in order to cover up the truth? "

"I think you're just itchy-" Owen walked over, ready to give this guy a little Hogwarts shock.

But when he took the first step, his arm was held by the girl behind him.

"Ignore her." Hermione frowned. Pulled Owen away.

Turning around, everyone walked towards the castle.

Rita Skeeter stood by the bushes and looked at his back. Her quill was drawing excitedly, with a subtle expression on her face. Her eyes lit up, and it was easy to think that she seemed to be preparing. What a conspiracy.

In the castle, everyone separated in front of the auditorium door.

Owen and a group of Hufflepuff wizards returned to the crypt.

Beneath the wooden mantelpiece was a portrait of Helga Hufflepuff, who was greeting her students with a small gold amphorae.

The round table was filled with a variety of food and cakes for celebration.

Ernie found a bunch of fireworks.

Justin put up some eye-catching new banners.

Above is Cedric holding the golden egg high.

The huge banner is still changing, one time it looks like he is riding the Thestral, the other time it looks like he is writhing in the puppet.

Under the banner, the Hufflepuffs were celebrating, laughing and eating delicious food.

Everyone came to talk to Cedric, shake hands, and congratulate him.

"Oh! It's so heavy." Justin picked up the golden egg on the table. Weigh it with your hands. "It can't really be pure gold!"

"Maybe." Ernie excitedly snatched the golden egg from Justin's hand.

"Hey! Let me touch you for a while!" Justin yelled, and then chased after him.

"That's enough, you two." Susan quickly stopped them.

Then he handed it back to Cedric, "This is yours and you should open it."

"Yes, open it quickly and see what's inside." Several other people responded.

Cedric also looked excited. His injury had healed, and Madam Pomfrey's special medicine was quite effective.

"Okay!" He said simply.

Then he took the golden egg and used his right fingers to pry it open little by little along the grooves around the golden egg.

"This is?"

The moment the golden egg was opened, nothing happened.

There were no strange noises or colorful special effects. There was a locket lying peacefully inside the golden egg.

It was made of silver, with large yellow gems inlaid on the front. There were various patterns under the gems, and in the center was a blue-black python-shaped locket.

"this?"

Cedric frowned and looked at the locket in his hand with some confusion.

This thing seems to be spread only in Slytherin House.

"What is this? A locket?" The little wizards around also looked at the snake-shaped locket in confusion.

"Oh!" Suddenly a surprised voice came.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was the portrait of Helga Hufflepuff.

The founder looked at the locket in Cedric's hand in surprise.

His expression gradually changed from surprise to some kind of reminiscence.

"Madam, do you know it?" Seeing this, Cedric asked quickly.

"Yes, kid, I know it." Helga looked at them gently, "But I can't tell you what it is. It's part of the game, isn't it?"

"This -" Hearing this, Cedric had to retract his gaze.

And this all fell into Owen's eyes.

Regarding Ms. Helga Hufflepuff, Owen also asked her about Weasley's treasure. However, although Dean Brigid said that the design of the level complied with the spirit of Ms. Hufflepuff, the specific content She doesn't know.

But he didn't care. After all, it was just a portrait. It would be incredible if even the portrait was omniscient and omnipotent.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The brief confusion at the scene did not interrupt the enthusiasm of the little wizards, and soon they began to continue celebrating.

As for the locket, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, there’s no rush for today.

However, among this group of people, Hannah seemed out of place.

She was sitting on the sofa, holding a silver cup and clinking glasses with Jarvis and the others to drink juice, but her dazed eyes clearly showed something on her mind.

Owen asked, leaning closer to her. "Looks like he's not very interested."

"Nothing." Hannah glanced at Owen, then continued to look down at the silver cup in her hand. The orange juice reflected her melancholy expression.

"Are you still saying it's okay?" Owen stretched out his hand and swung it over her silver cup. In an instant, the orange juice disappeared and turned into a light lake color. "Try it, my new work. I named it: Gao tower."

Seeing this, Hannah gently picked it up and took a sip.

Her first taste is sweet, very sweet, like honey accompanied by white sugar and sucrose. When the sweetness gradually turned bitter, her mouth suddenly turned sour, slightly sweet and sour, and then sour with astringency, but she couldn't help but swallow it, and a refreshing fragrance burst out of her mouth. , like a cup of fragrant tea flowing between lips and teeth.

"Wow! Hannah, on your head." Justin turned his head in surprise.

At this time, green rose flowers grew out of her hair.

The clear rose is mysterious and lonely.

"There are not many types of flowers, they are still in the closed beta stage!" Owen smiled, picked the flowers from her hair, and handed them to her.

"Owen -" Suddenly, with red eyes, a calm face, and a pair of brown eyes with a certain determination, Hannah looked straight at Owen, "Can you teach me those magics?"

She said, "Just like the ones she used Granger."

"Okay!" Owen next to him agreed without thinking, "How about I don't charge you any money!"

"But I'm afraid -" she bit her lips and teeth and said firmly, "but I'm afraid that I won't be able to learn."

"How do you know if you can't learn it until you learn it? Well - it is indeed a little difficult, but if you learn it slowly, you can always learn it."

Owen said very frankly that Hannah's talent in magic is indeed not very good. Her talent in herbalism - well - of course, it cannot be said to be that outstanding. It can only be said that in many disciplines, this talent is outstanding. She's the best at it.

Maybe let Hannah try her luck in the underground chamber?

Let's see which past wizard she can get her approval from?

"I will teach you myself - I can teach you anything like Justin!"

"Hi!" Justin said displeasedly, "What do you mean? Are you trying to beat around the bush to say I'm stupid?"

"Isn't it?" Owen turned his head and rolled his eyes at him, "Dad, what I hope for you is that when it rains, you just need to take shelter."

"Do you have any other thoughts?"

"Young people shouldn't be too ambitious, do you understand?"

"Why are you so ambitious? My grades rank fourth among Hufflepuff's fourth graders!" Justin said with dignity.

"So? You are ranked fourth among the Hufflepuff trio. What else do you have to be proud of?" Owen glared at him, "Aren't you even ashamed?"

"I--"

Justin stopped talking, as if - maybe - there was some truth in what Owen was saying.

After seeing Justin, who was manipulated by Irving again, showing a seriously PUA expression, everyone at the banquet showed a knowing smile.

At this time, Hannah stood up slowly, a little distractedly, and then said to Owen, "I seem a little tired."

She heads toward the circular doors of highly polished honey-coloured wood that lead to the boys' and girls' dormitories.

"Owen." She suddenly stopped when she reached the circular door.

"What was the first spell you taught me?" she asked.

"." Uh--What kind of question is this? Owen was confused when he asked it. Who would remember this? There are at least hundreds of people he calls "little wizards", and it's been four years.

"I remember it was - Obstacle Curse!" She answered to herself, as if she had no intention of getting the answer from Owen from the beginning. "I remember that I had learned it for several weeks and was still not proficient. He even made a fool of himself in Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Obstruction spell -" she murmured to herself, turned around and opened the door, "maybe it was already doomed."

He immediately left the common room.

With Hannah's exit, the party seemed to have come to an end.

They had been playing around all afternoon and they were tired.

Gradually, the rest room returned to silence, and it was already late at night.

After a day of blowing off steam, it’s time to recover.

Early the next morning, Owen woke up from the noise.

Pushing aside the green sprouts that were tugging at his hair, he slowly opened his eyes.

He used this magical plant as an alarm clock, but the only flaw seemed to be that it couldn't tell the difference between weekends and weeks.

Every morning he would use branches to tease his head.

After briefly washing up, he walked out of the room.

"Are you still celebrating?"

The lanterns and decorations in the common room were not removed, but increased.

"We're going to celebrate for a week!" Justin said happily.

The other little wizards also nodded.

This was an unprecedented victory, comparable to them winning the Quidditch Cup. (Hufflepuff hasn't won the Quidditch Cup in many years.)

It’s okay to celebrate longer.

Owen knew that every year Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup, they would celebrate for three or four days.

"Then you celebrate slowly!" Owen turned around and walked out of the lounge, pushed open the barrel door along the wooden and crooked road and went out.

Dude, we are going to eat. You guys take your time and play.

Today is the weekend, and it is the first day after the game. It is very lively in front of the entrance hall. Everyone walks into the auditorium bustling, talking and laughing, and it is very noisy.

And in this quiet and energetic morning, Owen just stepped through the door of the auditorium.

Suddenly, a sound like the roar of a lion from Hedong came from the auditorium.

"Geg Granger, please. Please date me!"