I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 349 The first contact with the gods—God’s messenger

If you understand the weakness of this monster, it will be easier to deal with it.

Give up using magic attacks.

Changed to Transfiguration.

On the ground, the gravel was transformed into vines by the little wizards.

Countless devil vines, like wriggling whips, spread crazily around.

They flicked their wands. Control the devil vines to move in the expected direction.

The monsters immediately fell into a passive position.

Although the strange material daggers they held could easily cut through these devil vines, the endless vines quickly controlled the remaining four cloaked monsters present.

From head to toe, tie them into rice dumplings.

The next second, there was a certain feeling of resentment.

Owen plunged his wand into the ground.

The tip of the staff, which glowed red, sank into the earth.

In an instant, countless bright orange light patterns spread across the land.

"Origin·Earthyan!"

The land began to glow red and hot, and bursts of white smoke rose.

The lake water beside the river began to boil, and the earth began to crack.

Like a volcanic eruption, a piece of land was lifted up with a 'bang', and burning magma flowed out.

Owen's magic is an indiscriminate attack on the surroundings.

Except for the land where he and the little wizards gathered together.

Elsewhere, even the group of volcano giants who were hidden by the heavy rain and kneeling on the ground were all within the attack range of the lava.

"ah!!!"

"Roar!!!"

"呲呲——"

Screaming, the smell of burning skin was in the air.

The land beneath our feet that we had trusted for hundreds of years turned into a swamp of lava in an instant.

The giants of the volcano tribe struggled and were trapped deep in the lava. They may have wanted to escape, but the lava collapsed and covered them so fast that almost all the land within a hundred feet around them collapsed and turned into lava in the blink of an eye.

"呲呲——"

The heavy rain fell on the lava and danced happily.

"call--"

Owen stood up slowly and pulled out the crystal wand on the ground.

He became the conductor of the music festival.

The wand is his baton.

With a random beat, lava spurted out in a column.

He stepped out step by step, casting a freezing spell without a wand every time his feet touched the lava.

The lava turns into hard obsidian when it cools.

This process is very fast, and there is an obsidian footprint left above the lava.

The rolling lava glows dark red.

The light refracts back and forth in the raindrops, spreading like mist.

It shines on Owen's body, like a red cloak on him.

At this moment, he seemed like a god in control of everything.

God walks in the abyss and walks on fire.

Looking down aloofly and cruelly at the poor people who were bound.

"Die!"

God gives mercy.

The gushing lava swallowed their bodies instantly.

Even if the milky white light is still flickering, trying to resist it.

The monster was also struggling, waving its poor dagger, foolishly thinking that it could cut through the lava.

"Burn like grass!"

The earth trembled.

The flames of the fire escape body were mixed with lava, surging toward the sky.

The volcano erupted.

The high temperature and light even evaporated the heavy rain and dark clouds, and a corner of the sky was torn apart in an instant.

Its daybreak.

Light shines down from the gaps, casting a golden glow on the earth.

"Huh." Owen exhaled.

it is finally over!

He no longer sensed the strange magic fluctuations around him.

"Is it over?" Harry held the wand, his face flushed, and he panted and looked around.

So does Ron.

They all tried their best. Casting spells with high intensity and concentration was not an easy task.

In addition to being a challenge to one's own magic power, it is also more of a challenge to one's own willpower.

"it's over."

Owen sat down on the ground.

The surrounding lava is still rolling. After losing the supply of magic power, the lava will soon be cooled by the heavy rain, but the heat around it has not dissipated all at once.

This allowed the dark clouds to gain the upper hand again, and the riverside where the raindrops fell again felt less chilly.

"Huh-" I heard Owen say this.

The other little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and then imitated him and slumped to the ground.

Several people are close together.

Miss Granger was beside him, and he held her white hand, gesturing for her to calm down.

She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the tenderness of this moment.

"Knock-there!"

After the battle, everyone finally had time to turn their attention to the monster.

Because the other four bodies had been swallowed up by the lava and became food for next year's flowers and plants, their attention was only focused on the one that was hacked to death by Owen.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron screamed.

From where he was sitting, he happened to see the monster's head rolling down on the ground. The bloody head frightened him, especially the pair of blue lifeless eyes staring right at him - Ron was going to have a nightmare tonight. .

"What's wrong?" Owen and Hermione turned around at the same time.

Thought he was under attack.

"That's it?" Owen saw the head on the ground at a glance.

He stood up with difficulty and walked over. He squatted beside his head and lifted her up.

Honestly, it was the most beautiful head of a woman Owen had ever seen - damn.

She has long blue hair like waves, eyes as blue as the deep sea, and a fair and shiny face. In short, she is very supple.

The facial features are soft and full of the tolerance of the sea. But with this face, she was almost on par with Fleur.

If it is alive.

It is estimated that the overall appearance is better than that of Furong.

"Isn't this possible-" Owen, with his private head raised, walked towards her body.

Next to the Gryffindor sword stuck in the ground, the man was wearing a cloak.

"Damn - it's so evil!"

The fight just now was too fierce. He didn't even notice.

Other little wizards also gathered.

They looked at Owen in shock as he looked back and forth at the dead man's head.

This scene - it's simply weird and hair-raising.

"Owen." Harry swallowed, then tilted his head back slightly, twitching the corners of his mouth and said, "I think you should respect - respect."

"Respect?" Owen raised his head, looked at her, and then at Harry: "No, are you afraid of this? You are not afraid of living people, but afraid of death?"

"No—" Harry felt himself choked.

Is that a matter of living or dying?

But just as he was about to retort, he saw that Owen had begun to pull the robe of the female corpse on the ground.

Hmm - robe?

Only then did the three little ones notice that it was not a robe at all.

Owen also just discovered it.

How evil it was, as if the skins of several people were peeled off, and then mixed with some kind of grease and sewn into a cloak.

Although the hood on the woman's head has been broken to pieces, it can still be seen that it is made of two human faces sewn together, and the drawstring around her waist is clearly the arms of several people. The skin was connected together, and Harry could even see the fingers - fingers that were bigger or smaller, longer or shorter.

"Evil-god, me."

Harry was speechless.

And his eyes were still widening step by step following the movements of Owen's hands.

The cloak on the woman's abdomen has a ferocious face with an open mouth, glaring eyes, and a terrifying expression.

It was hard to imagine what kind of cruel torture that man had suffered while he was still alive to force him to show such an expression.

And there are seven such faces on the entire skin.

"Evil magic!" Hermione looked at the 'cloak' with a pale face.

She could probably guess why the spell didn't work on them.

"There are seven souls imprisoned in the human skin cloak. Each face is a soul, and these souls are the key to resisting the curse." Owen said, pulling off the entire 'human skin cloak'.

As expected, there were seven faces. Although it was blurred, it was still possible to see that there was a face in those parts.

The milky white light shone seven times, corresponding to the death of the seven souls, and the eighth time was their true form.

"Oh my God, what kind of evil is this! To imprison a person--to imprison a person's soul in his own skin? And then make it into a cloak?"

Harry sighed.

"It's not just that, look here."

He waved his hand, and the other little wizards came closer reluctantly, and then they saw that under the cloak, under the man's gauze-like clothes, there were many scales on his skin.

Especially the waist. Owen guessed that there might be more in the lower body, but due to force majeure, he didn't take off his pants.

The scales are like gemstones, exuding a blue luster.

It not only covers the key parts of the body, but also adds a touch of temptation to the body.

"This is - the Siren Siren!" Owen said.

"Siren?" The three little ones came back to their senses. They seemed to have heard this name before, probably in Hagrid's Magical Creatures class.

"They are a kind of magical animal that is closest to the mermaids and underwater elves in mythology. You can ask Hagrid for details. As long as you know that this kind of creature lives on the bottom of the strait in Sicily, there has been such a blockage recently. The entire tribe of Ren Siren suddenly disappeared. As for where they went—"

After saying that, he waved the 'human skin cloak' on his hand.

"Someone attacked them."

"Someone attacked them," Owen corrected.

Then he threw his head and cloak on the ground.

He had an ominous premonition.

Normally, external gods should not have such powerful power to interfere in the real world.

If he had such a powerful force, he would have defeated the successor long ago. As for waiting until now?

"god?"

Suddenly a feeling of suffocation rose from the heart of the little wizard.

There is no doubt that this is an evil god, a powerful evil god.

Even though he was once a wizard, the long time has long swallowed up his few humanity.

As a self-proclaimed god, he may not think that his methods are so evil. Perhaps in his view, killing a person, taking out the soul and sewing it into the skin, then making the skin into a cloak and using a cup There is no essential difference between scooping water from a lake.

"Huh-Okay, stop thinking about these things." Owen realized that he seemed to have gotten off to a bad start.

He gasped, his body exhausted from the dry magic.

"Harry, if you are still in the mood, you can go and help Sirius. They don't have enough manpower. We have to ensure that the giants don't suffer too many casualties."

"Remember, let the giants come to fight. You only need to hide behind and cast spells to defend against the flames and spears and arrows projected by the legions."

"I understand." Harry understood. He knew that it was useless to think about those alien gods now. It was better to save his strength to deal with the war in front of him.

He turned around and headed towards the forest.

As for Ron, after thinking for a moment, he also followed Harry.

After Harry and Ron were out of sight, Hermione walked up.

"Are things so bad already?" She understands the Outer Gods better than anyone else. In fact, except for Owen, she is the one who knows the Outer Gods best.

But today - the evil of the gods still exceeded her imagination.

This filled Hermione with worry.

Because whether it is Shani Maeve Weasley, Dean Brigid Weasley or the Weasley heir between the two.

Their fates were extremely bleak. Shani Weasley was killed by goblins in her early twenties, Headmaster Brigid disappeared mysteriously in her sixties, and the portraits in the castle had no idea where they had gone.

As for the remaining mysterious Weasley - God, she didn't even leave her name, which shows that she is even worse than the other two.

"I never thought that far ahead," she leaned her head on his shoulder - "I thought, I - we still had a little room to be naive. Even though I knew something was happening, - I wasn't What strategist, I don’t know how to plan for the future from a long-term perspective, I just hope

I just want you to live. "She curled up the corners of her mouth sadly and lowered her eyes.

Owen raised his hand to hold her chin, gave her a shallow kiss, and then pressed his forehead against hers. Hermione closed her eyes gently.

Their souls seemed to be touching each other.

"Don't worry about me, Miss Granger." Owen left her forehead.

"Sometimes I am confused, why should I be an enemy of gods? Are we really enemies?

But every time I see you, Dumbledore, my grandfather, and the others, I know that the gods and I are enemies. "

Owen paused, took a brief breath and said: "What you should care about is that the next Muggle witch who blooms with starlight will come to a world that welcomes her. In such a world, she does not have to constantly re- Fight for your right to live here, and you won't be thought of as stealing something from others just because you want to learn magic.

What you should care about is that every intelligent species can find the value of its own existence on this land.

It is that their achievements will not be taken away by the rights derived from their blood.

If there's just one thing I'm sure of, it's that wizards are not noble. If the world was twisted into a rope, then the gods who once defeated the outer gods would have been completely killed thousands of years ago. If fairies and wizards remain close for a long time, they will not be coerced and bewitched by external gods.

The magical world has never been equal. You should take advantage of the war, the reshuffle, and the opportunity to extend an olive branch to all people with lofty ideals and unite them.

If not now, when? "

Hermione raised her head and raised the corners of her mouth, "Is this what you think?"

"you guess!"

"I'm not sure—" she said, standing quietly.

"Of course, none of the above. I don't care about others. I only care about you. Don't get caught up in my affairs, Miss Granger. I'm afraid you will be bewitched."

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far away.

The battle against the life of the furnace has entered a fever pitch.

Although with the help of Sirius and the others, the chance of the giant being hit by the corrupting flames was greatly reduced.

But they were exhausted and their energy was declining rapidly.

Among them, only Mrs. Maxim has maintained a super-fast speed in casting spells. She even has the energy to cast black magic as powerful as Vulcan's Road Opening and Fierce Fire Curse to kill the life of the furnace.

Fortunately, he is the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As expected, the people who can become the principal, except for Karkaroff who took the back door, the rest are not good.

She alone is a front.

It can be said that if it were not for Madame Maxime, the giant would have been defeated long ago.

After a long time - Owen, who arrived belatedly, joined the battle.

In the bustling forest, the brilliant light of origin magic once again echoed.

Destruction meteor.

Create a shower of stars.

Catastrophic storm.

This kind of magic, which is specially used to destroy enemies on a large scale, is just like a fish in water in this kind of battle situation. In fact, wizards have their own war magic. In this regard, Durmstrang is the best in Europe, and Grindelwald's fire escape Protection is actually a kind of war magic, because the flame can distinguish those who are loyal to him and those who are enemies.

Therefore, the wizards are not saying that they have completely given up on this kind of magic of mass destruction, but they are just saying that they have developed a new way of this type of magic.

On the other side, Miss Granger joined in.

She can also cast the three major stargazing origin spells at her fingertips.

Although it takes longer to accumulate power, and the range is not as exaggerated as Owen's, her creation shower is only about two hundred feet wide (six to seven meters), but it still attracted the attention of the adult wizards present.

Especially Madame Maxime.

When she saw Hermione constantly pulling out magic spells that she had never heard of.

Even after some dangerous dark magic, she knew that Hogwarts really was ahead of her school across the board.

The two little boys over there, Harry Ron.

Although they are not as good as Hermione and cannot cast any origin magic, they can throw ordinary defense against dark magic spells for free.

This semester Moody taught them too many spells that only Aurors should learn. If it were the original Harry, he would probably be confused for the whole year and unable to keep up with Moody's teaching process.

But the reality is that the enthusiasm of the young wizards who have been beaten up by Owen for four years to learn new magic is terrifyingly high.

They also have the basics. They all know the conventional dark magic defense spells, petrification spells, disarming spells, etc.

Fortunately, there were no dementors this year, otherwise Moody and the others would have to see how spectacular the scene of hundreds of patron saints marching together would be.

For such a young wizard, Moody naturally increased the difficulty of teaching spells step by step. In one year, in addition to combat experience, the spells were indeed approaching the level that only Aurors should master.

"What a terrible life!" Madame Maxime murmured.