I, Hogwarts Second Week

After taking one step into the Chamber of Secrets, Hermione's heart was in her throat.

She was already very tired.

I can't even lift my arms.

The high-intensity battle that lasted for more than four hours left her physically and mentally exhausted.

Not just the body, but the magic. She was not a pervert like Owen. As an ordinary wizard, her magic power was close to being exhausted. She had to be careful. If she continued to cast spells blindly, she would probably faint from exhaustion due to the exhaustion of magic power.

"Huh..." Miss Granger took a deep breath.

Relieve the fatigue in your head.

To be honest, she would rather deal with seven or eight fire dragons in the open daytime than go to such a small place at night, even to catch a cattail.

Turning her head, Hermione saw the water monster's head stuck less than a few feet away from her.

It seemed as if someone had pinched the switch and stopped moving.

"It's a critical moment." Miss Granger smiled sadly.

Then just as she was breathing heavily, the wall behind her suddenly began to heal slowly.

The entrance disappeared without a trace.

The sudden change made Hermione subconsciously tighten her wand.

Typical Owen style level design.

The same goes for the Fire Dragon level. Except for himself, after everyone else enters the inner circle, the ancient puppet will stop attacking.

He called this design, releasing water

It is said to leave some hope for the warriors to pass the level.

But the healing wall in front of us obviously has a deeper reason. Maybe it also means closing the door to beat the dog and blocking the way for the warrior to escape.

Hermione guessed that what she would face next would be the last level of the level.

According to Owen's progressively difficult design, he will definitely put a powerful creature at the end.

What could it be?

She was not curious at all and just wanted to get out of here quickly.

Holding the wand tightly in her hand, Hermione mustered up her little courage and walked into the depths of the room with determination.

She found herself standing at the side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with entangled snakes towered up to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, casting long and strange black shadows on the entire room that was filled with green and mysterious mist.

He moved forward cautiously, and every step he took produced a hollow, loud echo among the ghostly walls. She had been watching her surroundings vigilantly, ready to cast a cutting spell on the opponent if there was any sign of trouble.

When she reached the last pair of stone pillars. Suddenly there was a sound in my ears. Hermione quickly looked around, and soon discovered that behind a group of stone pillars on the right, a huge red lion suddenly appeared.

It looked to be about the same size as Hagrid, with a middle-aged man's face where the lion's face had been.

There were long red hairs around its head, and the most eye-catching thing on its face was the ugly big nose. Above it was a pair of closed eyes, and three rows of sharp long fangs grew out of its mouth, telling her that this It's not just a human face.

"This is - a manticore!" Hermione's eyes widened, looking at the two black horns above the monster's head.

The horns are very thick, wrapped around each section, and bent backwards, like a male gazelle.

And the wings on its back.

Of course, the most important thing is its tail, which looks like a scorpion's stinger, but is thicker than a scorpion's stinger.

Even a young wizard who has never taken a class on magical animals can guess that if he is pricked by such a poisonous needle, he will die immediately.

"The manticore and the others actually found such a monster."

The Manticore is a forbidden magical animal classified as xxxxx by the Ministry of Magic.

Its origin is the Mediterranean coast. As a prestigious ferocious beast, every discovery of the Manticore is accompanied by the death of a considerable number of Muggles, and even wizards.

A manticore requires the cooperation of dozens of wizards to capture it successfully. This is because its hide has the ability to resist all conventional spells. So it is very difficult to subdue it with magic.

Most wizards will choose to create a trap, dig a hole, cover it with soil, and wait for one, two, three, four, five.

However, the manticore's human head is not stupid at all. In fact, the intelligence of this creature is almost the same as that of humans. It is just that because of its violent nature, it can easily lose its mind after being attacked.

So ordinary traps are of no use to him.

If you are going to dig a hole, at least go into it yourself and see if you will fall into your trap.

Remember - don't be like Justin and Ron. If you hang two chicken drumsticks in the corridor, they will grab them and bite them hard.

The manticore is much smarter than them.

So you have to bring in a wizard with a slightly higher IQ.

"Damn-"

Hermione hid behind the stone pillar on the other side and cursed.

The manticore was lying down behind the stone pillar on the right side, taking a nap.

There were bursts of gentle humming coming from the mouth.

The voice is pleasant to the ear, mixed with a distant magnetic whisper, and has some kind of magic.

Although Hermione was thankful, at least it wasn't a wheel battle. As soon as she entered here, she would be attacked.

But things are not much better now.

She didn't prepare anything.

As for props like magic traps, don't even think about them, they don't exist at all.

The only trap she could think of was to use a softening spell to dig a hole in the ground.

But - after taking a look at the thick marble on the ground, Hermione gave up this idea.

To make a trap that could trap a manticore, she would have to dig a pit at least a dozen feet (three to four meters) deep.

Even deeper.

Not to mention whether she still has enough magic power to complete this feat, even if she can, will the manticore watch?

A little vision and it might wake up.

It seems that digging traps is always a dead end.

I thought to myself.

Hermione stuck her head out and looked up and down at the manticore.

She found that there was an iron chain tied around the other person's neck. The chain looked like a pendant, and the pendant was an iron can. She thought that it probably contained the reminder for the next game.

In other words, he must fight this manticore.

"Or while it's asleep, I can just use Soul Torrent to kill it?"

It wasn't that Hermione didn't consider other spells. She even considered the Fire Curse, but thinking that she might be burned to death, she decisively gave up on this spell.

As for other spells.

Judging from the dark magic defense spells she had mastered, none of them could break through the hide of a manticore.

Source magic is the most effective.

And it seemed as if her long day of bad luck had finally come to an end.

Casting source magic requires a long preparation time.

But now that the manticore was sleeping, she had plenty of time to gather her magic.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!

A fleeting opportunity!

Hermione's little heart pounded.

She didn't hesitate between the two choices for too long, because - casting source magic was the safest. The trap might fail, but with magic, Hermione was confident that as long as her magic could hit it, even if it couldn't be killed, It can also be seriously injured.

Her eyes were shining - she didn't realize at all that, in fact, she had completely guessed wrong here, the intention of Owen and the professors in setting up this level.

In fact, that manticore had a large amount of water of life and death poured into it.

Water of Life and Death, also known as Living Hell Decoction.

It is a powerful sleeping pill that the little wizard learned in sixth grade.

It is made by heating narcissus root powder and mugwort together.

What is tested here is the little wizard's sanity in high-power battles.

Getting here means that the warriors have experienced hundreds of battles. When facing the last mythical creature, can they still remain calm and adopt the most effective method to pass.

For example, use the Illusion Charm, the Concealment Charm, etc. to quietly steal things from the neck of the manticore. This is the standard answer.

Cedric, Krum and the others used this method.

But what the professors never expected was that in the second game, only Miss Granger stupidly passed the level completely.

I took the shortcut Irving mentioned earlier.

So they came here without spending too much effort, and faced the manticore in front of them with full energy. Of course, they calmed down.

As for Hibiscus after that.

Wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, her way through the game was to open the portal - and then find the right one in the wrong direction. Although it was not easy, it was much better than Hermione, at least she didn't have to walk.

The iron jar that looks like the neck of a manticore is even simpler for her. Just snap your fingers, open a portal, and have it at your fingertips.

Only Miss Granger was the most unlucky. Completely experienced Owen's bad fun levels.

Therefore, she couldn't be calm at all at this time.

Of course, it may be that he has been following Owen for a long time, or it may just be Gryffindor's nature. It is even more likely that four hours of suppression broke out at this moment.

At this moment, Miss Granger had no idea that there was another way to steal the jar quietly.

All she could think about was casting spells—quick spells

His eyes were red, and his expression gradually became wild, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Damn Owen Sanchez!"

Miss Granger is crazy——

At this moment, to her, the chamber in front of her was no longer Slytherin's secret room, nor was it some manticore.

This is the Hufflepuff common room.

That damn Owen Sanchez was sleeping there.

The grapevine wand shone with bluish-white light, accompanied by the flames of anger that almost spread out from Miss Granger.

"soul--"

She shouted through gritted teeth.

The peaceful secret room was suddenly broken by the noise.

Little bits of magic converged on the tip of her wand from all directions.

The bluish-white color gradually turned into pure dazzling white.

The light shone on Hermione's face, adding a cold-toned filter to her face. At this time, her expression looked quite terrifying. It is more than a hundred times the normal reaction when angry.

"Riptide——"

After more than ten seconds, the light was completely condensed.

Then, Hermione pushed hard, and the magic that could no longer be suppressed surged, like a tide, with layers of waves, rushing towards the poor manticore.

The rapids were as thick as a big tree surrounded by two people, and the green, blue and white lights were particularly spectacular.

"ah!!!"

When the torrent of magic surged through the manticore, the pain from the soul made the beast wake up.

But just after waking up, he couldn't break away from the scope of the magic. He could only scream and hold on to the curse.

"Ah~~~~"

The space in the secret room seemed to have the effect of strengthening the echo. The screams coming from the human-headed mouth of the manticore became more and more pitiful and weaker.

This gave Hermione a chill and goosebumps.

But that didn't stop her from casting spells.

In the Magical Creatures class, Hagrid said that the intelligence of any magical creature with a human head is almost the same as that of a wizard, which means that they can also fake death, sneak attacks, and feign defeat.

Therefore, when fighting against these magical animals, you must make sure that the opponent has really lost the ability to resist, otherwise you will definitely suffer a loss, or even lose your life.

And Hermione judged from the screams of the manticore that it definitely still had strength.

After all, don’t you still have the strength to scream?

Another dozen seconds passed.

Probably not that long.

But Hermione, who was casting the spell, felt like her days were like a year.

The last spell of origin drained the last bit of magic out of her body.

Her head felt like needles pricking her in pain.

There are ten thousand needles.

Her head hurt everywhere, not to mention her limbs. She gradually squatted down from the fighting position, half-kneeling on the ground, and supported her right hand with her left hand to continue casting spells.

But she couldn't hold on for much longer.

The feeling of exhaustion was like a torrent, one wave after another trying to bury her and make her drown.

The moment when the screams of the manticore were finally no longer heard in his ears.

Hermione stopped casting the spell.

"Bang!" She fell to the ground, her eyelids trembling.

"Hoo-ho-ho" gasped for a long time.

After a few minutes, she gained some strength.

Then Hermione climbed up with difficulty.

He walked towards the manticore with staggering steps.

The consumption of source magic is indeed not comparable to that of modern magic spells.

As long as it reveals natural phenomena, the magic spell known as the source, whether it is a stargazing type or a disaster type, requires a long-term and stable output of magic power, and casting the spell is also very energy-consuming.

In Hermione's current state, it was a miracle that she didn't faint immediately.

"Too much?"

Slowly walked up to the manticore.

With heavy eyelids open, she saw that its body seemed to have been burned by high temperatures, covered in char, and black smoke was rising from its body. The smell of burnt minced meat went straight to Hermione's nose.

The essence of the soul torrent spell is to use magic to imitate a microwave, causing matter to resonate, and its effect is very similar to the microwave oven used by Muggles.

It's just that wizards discovered the nature of this world thousands of years ago. And recreate it with magic.

This is a very large-scale spell. As long as the caster has enough magic power and sufficient control, the spell can even be cast over a range of several kilometers. After this, the earth will leave huge pits and traces of high-temperature melting, like Sunken volcano.

It looked very much like being hit by a meteor.

The manticore's body was charred black precisely because of this high temperature. If Hermione continued to cast the spell, it might be 'roasted' directly, or the soul might be shattered first.

"This -" Suddenly Hermione noticed that the metal tube around the manticore's neck had melted.

No matter what was inside, it would never survive such high temperatures.

"This, what can we do!"

Miss Granger immediately panicked. She reluctantly used a spring of water to cool down the iron pipe, and then took it down.

He chanted the repairing spell again.

Magic flowed down his grapevine wand into the jar.

But it didn't have any effect.

What she wanted to see didn't happen.

This only means one thing, that is, this jar is a magic item, and damaged magic items cannot simply be repaired by a repair spell.

Unless you know how to make this magical artifact.

"Oh! God - I should be digging a trap!" Hermione wailed.

He stood there dejectedly.

She won the game but didn't seem to win it.

It took a whole night, but the final result was this!

She stood there without tears, and her whole body fell into a trance.

——————

On the other side, Owen and Harry, who had been waiting in the bathroom, were boringly talking about recent events.

Harry spoke frankly and heartily about a strange dream he had recently.

This alerted Owen.

In fact, the Harry in front of him was a little strange. It wasn't that Draco drank Polyjuice Potion and pretended to be Harry, but it was the connection between him and Voldemort.

Normally, in fourth grade, he should have headaches from time to time.

But the fact is that Harry rarely established contact with Voldemort. Last year, Voldemort led people to attack Hogwarts, and he didn't see anything in advance.

This situation can only mean that Voldemort's soul has changed.

The essence of the souls in his and Harry's bodies had changed, as if they were all water originally, and now Voldemort's water was filled with some ink, so the connection with Harry naturally became weaker.

Of course, this is just Owen's guess, and no one knows what the facts are.

But this is not a bad thing. Harry can't contact Voldemort, and Voldemort certainly can't contact Harry, which saves him from learning Occlumency.

And in the long run, the more Voldemort fills his soul, the less the connection between him and his Horcruxes. Maybe one day, he will no longer be able to rely on Horcruxes to be resurrected. Maybe, by then, No matter who he is, he can be killed by just chewing a big melon, which is pretty good.

"Shh! Someone is coming."

While Harry was rambling, Owen, who had sharp ears, suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the bathroom. And getting closer.

The two stopped talking and looked towards the door.

After a while, the green wooden door was pushed open.

"It's you." The moment he saw the person coming, Harry's expression turned evil.