I, Hogwarts Second Week

Years from now, when faced with those who come after them, the wizards from the Mediterranean coast will remember that stormy and distant afternoon.

At that time, the Great Whirlpool of Charybdis still existed in the Ionian Sea on the west coast of Italy.

For almost a thousand years, countless popular stories were born there.

Muggles also incorporated the miracles they had seen into their own myths.

In the future, if you are lucky enough to open a book about Greek or other Muggle myths and stories in Europe, you will be surprised to find that there is suddenly an addition to the mythology that was originally finalized thousands of years ago.

He told how Gaia, the goddess of the earth, was dissatisfied with the sins of mankind and created a primitive giant from the whirlpool on the bottom of the sea with his head in the sky and his feet in the trench.

The terrifying fighting power of the giants even made Greek gods like Zeus and Athena tremble.

In the end, a demigod's son combined with the gods, with the help of gods and humans, worked together to defeat the giants.

——Those Muggles who later had most of their memories erased will continue to create stories about this distant afternoon in literary stories, visual novels, movies and television.

The story that haunts their nightmares.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound of jingles.

Play the most spectacular music in the world.

For a moment - both the wizards and the combined Muggle fleet that had sailed into the Mediterranean Sea fell into a sluggish state.

But in comparison, Muggles were particularly shocked when they saw it through the screen - the wizards themselves.

My ears were filled with the sound of the clash of gold and silver.

Looking at them, they seemed to be drunk.

For a moment, I couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth.

I don’t know whether the stars are falling from the sky or the golden sword is rising from the sea.

The sky is connected with clouds and waves, and the dawn is mist, and the stars are about to turn and dance with thousands of sails. For this scene, what else can they do except watch with bated breath?

Nothing can be done.

Whispering is the highest praise - because no words can describe the holy war ahead.

It wasn't until Jin Ge played Kagura for five or six minutes.

Only some people struggled out of the shock.

"Magic." The middle-aged wizard suddenly shed tears, and his eyes were filled with brilliance. He couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, wanting to touch the distant stars.

"Can this really be done?"

Yes - can magic really do this?

The middle-aged man's murmur caused many wizards around him to fall into self-doubt.

He looked at his wand involuntarily - could he be a Muggle - who was the real magician?

Over the years - the Aurors who can come here are all the best students in the school and have passed the most stringent Ministry of Magic assessment.

Have they been walking on the path of magic for many years?

Is my seemingly remarkable achievement worth less than a little sea water beneath me?

So what are they learning after all these years of hard work?

A simple beginner's guide to burning fire sticks?

It can be said that in just an instant - the 'Tao Hearts' of countless wizards were shattered. The holy battle in front of them denied them everything.

And the only one who can still remain rational in this situation is...

Blake's designated scapegoat!

The only traitor of pure blood for thousands of years!

The only heir to an ancient family!

Former Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute professor at Hogwarts!

Gryffindor's favorite magic teacher!

Dumbledore's official tool!

War hero of the first wizarding war.

Harry Potter's Doggy Godfather.

Dog Dad - Sirius Black.

After reporting the situation in Ionia City to Dumbledore, he rushed here without stopping.

Also coming with him were several professors from Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin and a certain annoying snot-nosed man all followed.

As the chairman, Dumbledore is naturally very clear about the Federation's instructions and the British Ministry of Magic that arrived. Because it was he who issued those orders.

After instructing several professors to go to the Mediterranean to support the battle, he himself went to Sweden without stopping, the headquarters of the Federation.

Now, although the International Federation of Wizards has issued support instructions to the Ministry of Magic in various European countries, they obviously lack unified command and dispatch.

As the chairman, these are all his responsibilities and obligations.

In addition - Madame Maxime led the professors from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to also appear on the battlefield.

Among them, the Ming wizard, Beauxbatons' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, also appeared in the crowd.

Unlike others.

Sirius was the only one who knew that the one fighting the 'god' inside the Golden Curtain was Owen.

He had seen the magic of the galaxy in the curtain.

Irving just used it not long ago.

Only this time it was even more spectacular.

But even so, he was lost for more than a minute.

Then he broke free from some kind of mental interference.

But - just break free.

He couldn't do anything, couldn't provide any help.

"Brack!" Suddenly a sweet voice came.

It's Madame Maxime.

She and the wizards from Beauxbatons gathered around.

A true French wizard.

The professors all wore light makeup, and the robes they wore were also made of some kind of silk. They looked graceful and luxurious.

Even though these professors are no longer young, these clothes still outline their former style.

"Sirius!"

This sound is also very familiar to the dog godfather. It comes from his old friend Lupine.

"Who is that in the curtain?" The two parties asked this question at the same time.

It's simple - they've all seen Owen cast the Star Shower spell before.

They also know something about the origin of magic, especially Madame Maxime, who has the largest library in Europe. It is impossible for her not to know about this ancient war magic.

Although she may not be familiar with stargazing spells, she must have known about other similar spells.

Moreover, Miss Granger's outstanding performance on the field during the competition further motivated her to learn about this spell.

"Well -" Sirius fell silent.

He was reluctant to tell everyone the truth - because it would be useless if he knew, and they couldn't get in at this time. What could they do if they knew it was Owen? It serves no purpose other than adding worry.

"Black!" At this time, Professor McGonagall spoke. She was wearing a black robe, her hair was tied up high, her face was majestic, and her eyes were looking directly at Sirius.

Under this sight, the dog godfather quickly succumbed.

He nodded.

Then no more words were said.

"Oh my God!"

"Meline's beard!"

The professors let out an exclamation.

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and then started to shake heart-wrenchingly.

In fact, she had a premonition for a long time. Ever since she heard Sirius' report to Dumbledore and came here, she had already guessed in her heart where the important boy he mentioned could go if he suddenly disappeared.

Now I know the truth——

"Why didn't you stop him?" Professor McGonagall had never been so angry.

There is another complaint against Dumbledore in my heart!

Look - this is the result of his pampering, how lawless this child is now.

"."

Hearing the sound, the dog godfather's cheeks twitched. He pointed at the fighting man inside the curtain and said, "Can I stop him?"

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"Why!"

The professor pursed her lips slightly, wanting to speak, but she didn't know what to say. She knew very well in her heart that Sirius really couldn't stop the child. He couldn't stop him a year ago - or even earlier.

But - seeing the young students fighting while the professor could only watch, she couldn't express the anguish in her heart. In the end, she could only sigh after a thousand words came to her lips.

Maybe - they are really old.

Standing on a lone boat.

The professors all looked into the distance.

There, Owen's battle with the god comes to an end.

"call--"

The boy breathed heavily.

Just now - he spent a lot of magic power to gather the star amber from the Star Rain within a few feet - creating an unprecedented meteorite that destroyed the world.

The meteorite turned into a hundreds-foot spear, which continuously bombarded the Cyclops's eyes.

The five-minute bombardment exhausted almost all of his magic power.

This divine war has reached its final chapter.

He was defeated after all!

Lost to magic!

He is a human being, not a god, and the opponent has thousands of years of inventory. Even if he has to fight with him with the Divine Grant Tower on his back, even if the body of the Cyclops King has reached its limit and cannot withstand the magic power of the gods, it is still more powerful than the terrifying magic power. In terms of quantity, it is still enough to keep Owen out of reach.

"It's a pity - if you don't have the magic power of thousands of years, I can chop you into eight pieces."

On the dragon's back, Owen said with great pity.

The giant in front of him didn't have a good piece of meat on his body.

The star amber left a series of hideous wounds on his body.

But - the reality is that no matter how huge the wound is, the giant's wound will always grow granulation in a few seconds, and then repair it quickly.

If it weren't for the eyeball on the giant's chest, it would have been broken into glass and never repaired.

The battle just now was as if it never happened.

"I said you are unable to exercise even the lowest level of resistance."

A woman's voice sounded.

"Your resistance is nothing compared to the Sparks we encountered in the era before I was born."

"Oh - that is to say, you were defeated by your predecessor, Starfire. Oh my God! How could you lose? Mana!"

"You are in the last generation of magic and you don't understand the past at all."

The woman said flatly.

"Yes, yes - I don't understand." Owen was still breathing heavily. He was talking so much, wasn't he just stalling for time?

Huh - glanced at the blood of the giants in the sea water.

These were all left behind when he wounded the giant in the battle just now.

The blood left on the surface of the sea - although Owen calls it blood.

But that thing is more of a limb.

Twisted, indescribable parts of flesh and blood.

The moment these flesh and blood touch the sea.

It suddenly expanded as if it had sucked sea water, transforming into various distortions, some kind of living body, a parasitic monster woven out of living blood vessels.

The number was quite large, like a swarm of bees, roaring out of the curtain.

"It's not good!" Owen, who was high in the sky, looked at the densely packed parasitic monsters on the sea.

Goosebumps can fall all over the place.

Fortunately he can fly - Bakar can fly.

Otherwise, even if you don’t deal with it, you’ll feel sick just looking at it.

Then, Owen watched helplessly as the parasites easily penetrated the golden curtain and rushed toward the living people outside.

"Flesh, soul, supplements!" Of course Owen knew how the so-called supreme will in front of him was part of the essence of God, and how it obtained power. He relied on absorbing the flesh, flesh and soul of living organisms to maintain his own existence.

How many Muggles and wizards are there out there?

He knew exactly how far it was from the coastline.

Once these parasites have a full meal, not only he will be in danger, but all organic life may be in danger.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

However, Irving's concerns were obviously overblown.

Outside the ‘curtain’.

The Federation mobilized most of the Aurors across Europe to respond.

There are many wizards.

The momentum brought about by joint casting is quite spectacular.

Countless powerful or exquisite spells lit up one after another like fireworks.

In this cloudy night, the magic wands in their hands were like stars, twinkling and twinkling, symbolizing the light.

This scene is very shocking, because it is rare for so many wizards to cast spells at the same time.

The efforts from the outside world also gave Owen a little comfort. At least the woman in front of him could not get any more magic power.

"Phew!" he breathed again.

Owen felt something weigh heavily on his heart. Countless thoughts were running wildly in his mind, pushing him to the edge of madness.

This is how terrifying the gods are.

Her mental attacks almost never stopped.

When his magic power was full of vitality, it was relatively easy to resist this kind of mental pollution, but now - Owen is at his weakest physical stage, this kind of mental pollution has become serious.

Then again - the frame even started to skip before his eyes.

Jump out of the gap in the void, in the endless lavender ocean, a foreign land where the supreme will resides.

"His uncle." Owen cursed, and then continued to empty his mind and perform Occlumency.

For now.

He had no way to defeat the powerful enemy in front of him.

Yes, to put it bluntly, enemies of this level have surpassed the level of magic and entered a higher latitude. As for what that latitude is, he doesn't know, but it is definitely not something he can peek into now.

All her attacks were of no use to her.

The only things that can effectively kill people are black magic like the Fire Curse or origin magic.

But how many more times can he use it?

The shower of creation stars just now almost exhausted his magic power.

Now, just by holding on to the force field magic, his limbs were already feeling sore.

He might faint in the next second, that was a given.

He would be defeated, as the woman said, and he would not even be able to put up a minimum of resistance.

"puff!"

Finally, after Owen relaxed for a while, a golden sword was inserted into his left chest.

The intense pain made him shake off those clueless thoughts in an instant.

The sharp sword disappeared, and the blood immediately stained the silver dragon's back.

However, he was not unprepared. The Bai Xian he held in his left hand attached directly.

Blood clogged.

But the torn internal organs did not heal so quickly.

His breathing suddenly became difficult.

"Meow?"

Sirocco jumped out of his backpack.

Four paws are still holding onto its toy branch.

The white cat and its gleaming branches were stained with scarlet blood.

Little bright red petals sprinkled down the dragon's back. The petals did not fall, but blew higher and higher with the howling wind.

"Meow!" The kitten licked the back of his hand, bringing the remaining comfort to Owen.

Bakar flapped his wings and flew higher into the sky.

Surrounded by barriers, they had no way to escape but upwards.

Towards higher.

"You" Owen held the bones on the dragon's back and was about to speak.

Suddenly a dazzling light shone on him.

It's the sun!

Real sun!

The sun shines on the silver dragon's body, warm and hot.

He looked up at the sky, and the rain on his body slowly evaporated under the sunlight.

Is it the end of the chapter?

Phew - I tried my best, I tried my best.

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The other side of the sea.

The North Atlantic fleet has arrived in this area.

The fighter planes have already taken off.

The destroyer's long-range defense guns were pouring out firepower.

Soon, the wizards who were watching found that they had changed from the main attacker to the assistant.

The twisted parasitic monster on the sea surface was swept across a large area by ruthless firepower just like mowing grass.

Those who were stronger were taken care of by the fighter planes.

There is no flesh-and-blood creature that can physically withstand a 20mm Gatling 6-barreled cannon.

One round of shooting will kill even the strongest and most powerful creature.

The combined fleet doesn't even bother to use missiles, probably because they are not cost-effective.

This feels like an armored army fighting against zombies. Apart from bringing merit to the army, the flesh-and-blood monster has no effect at all.

However, since the NATO combined fleet is slower.

At least half of this sea area is not covered by the fire network.

In other areas, although road-based rocket launchers and short-range restraint bombs from the Apennine Peninsula have killed most of them.

But there were still an astonishing number of monsters rushing out.

And these are what wizards should face.

"Build up a defense network for me, don't fight alone!"

"The wizard's face will be completely disgraced!"

The battlefield was filled with scoldings in various languages.

These are Auror Office Director-level figures from various countries. They are all gathered here and are responsible for commanding the entire process.

But - with little success.

The language barrier, coupled with the traditional isolation policy of wizards, resulted in this group of elite wizards from various European countries being unable to cooperate at all.

Fighting alone or in small-scale combat with weapons, they are the best in the region.

But once it comes to large-scale battlefield fighting, that kind of individualism is simply a disaster.

Quite common is when used with infinite monsters.

Most wizards will subconsciously disapparate and leave the place.

This is their instinct, and it is also the most normal choice in wizard duels. They are circuitous and waiting for opportunities, and then defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

But on the battlefield, especially the battlefield where we hold the line.

This kind of behavior is no different from running away from battle.

Their battle lines kept collapsing.

The Auror in charge had no choice but to retreat even though his throat was smoking.

But this retreat caused a problem.

In this sea area, there are still a large number of Muggle merchant ships and yachts that are pulled here by some mysterious force.

The wizard was too late to save everyone.

The US military's North Atlantic Fleet and NATO's combined fleet are still on the west coast of the Mediterranean.

North line - East line - South line.

They couldn't muster a few boats to get out.

The only ones with some naval power on the southern and eastern fronts are Egypt and Greece.

But they are still busy rescuing the citizens within their own territorial waters! The only thing that can be sent to the frontal battlefield is to raise a flag.

In this case, countless Muggle merchant ships would be devoured by monsters, which would become an inextricable dead end.

And along with it hundreds, thousands of flesh and blood were devoured.

This group of parasitic monsters born in the lavender sea finally showed their ferocious features at this moment.

It was as if they were wearing someone else's clothes, and their occupied bodies gave birth to countless granulations and tumors that represented bad omens.

Yellow-brown putrid flames burned the sea.

The water was eroded to a disgusting brown color.

It turned into some kind of extremely corrosive acid.

This exacerbated the sinking of Muggle ships, and most of the metal was corroded almost immediately upon contact.

"boom!"

It was the sound of the ship's keel breaking.

Under the heavy rain, countless people screamed.

"Help!"

"Save me, save—" He trailed off.

"Ah~~~My legs, my legs-no-no!!" People who fell into the sea! His body was instantly eroded by the strong acid and flames.

That kind of pain and torture, watching the flesh and blood of his lower body being separated bit by bit, then his abdomen, upper chest, and finally his head.

It was like jumping into a pot of sulfuric acid.

This creates a cycle.

In the blink of an eye, an army of evil omens was completely born.

They stand on the sea.

Carrying the turbulent waves and supporting the wind, they charged towards the wizards.

"withstand!"

"Stop retreating!"

The far-sighted Auror commander naturally saw the reason for the transformation of this legion at a glance.

There are Muggle merchant ships behind them, and what will be even more troublesome is if they wash up on land!

Eastern Wizarding Command, on a luxurious Muggle yacht.

"Moody!"

"Lead the team and hold the western defense line for me! Don't let me see a monster break out of your defense line!"

"Kingsley - assist him, take your team."

"Where is Rufus Scrimgeour?" A gray-haired wizard from the British Auror regiment was giving orders with a stern face.

"Here I am!" Rufus Scrimgeour appeared in front of the man as a phantom.

"Center line - hold the center line with the French and German Aurors. You know the consequences of letting them go, even one!"

"I understand!" Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office at the time, nodded, and then led the remaining British Aurors to push forward together.

"Theseus, where are we!" Sirius and the others asked eagerly on the boat.

"Adapt accordingly!" Theseus said calmly with a tense face, "The defense line will definitely be breached. You must always keep an eye on the overall situation and make up for it."

The wizard who commanded the Eastern Wizards to fight was none other than Theseus Scamander, the war hero in the Global Wizarding War and Senior Newt's brother.