I, Hogwarts Week Two

There will definitely be a conflict in Chapter 137.

Time is the scariest thing.

Slowly this doubt turned into an unspeakable anger, and rumors spread everywhere.

A few days later, it was even spread in Paris that the so-called truth was actually a few adult wizards looking for revenge because of the Quidditch match (an exhibition match in which the French team defeated the Irish team).

What little wizards and fair duels are all British conspiracies.

They created this fake news with one hand, just to cover up the fact that they used the big to bully the small and attacked several young wizards from the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Well, I have to say, as a world-class shit stirrer, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being so maliciously speculated by others.

After all, on the other side of the sea, America, who loves him as father and son, hasn't she staged a scam of destroying a country with a bottle of washing powder?

There is absolutely nothing wrong with French wizards being so skeptical.

However, as for the other people present, you can speculate as much as you want, and this is no problem, but the one standing there is the original owner, Owen.

Although the real situation that day was that he was taunting him with all kinds of words (he wanted to beat someone up when he was bored) and the other party couldn't help it, but it was indeed the little wizards from Bubaston who came together to beat him.

Of course, it turned out that he beat them all by himself.

But like the wizard in front of him, he said that he was sneak attacking and so on, this is completely slandering him, him!Owen Sanchez!Dark Lord!Will never bother to sneak attack!

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The conflict was on the verge of breaking out when the boy suddenly swung his wand and yelled a spell.

Then a dazzling red light flashed, and from the tip of his wand, a ball of spells exuding a dangerous atmosphere was born, and it hit Owen directly.

"Oh~oh! Oops!" A certain dark devil cheered boredly.

Beauxbaton was indeed very warm, and the air was filled with a delicate fragrance, but when the temperature rose, he was prone to sleepiness.

Especially the wind in the mountains and fields is so warm and gentle.

Like a mother brushing his wanderer back from overseas.This made Owen even more confused.

As for breaking the spell of tenderness.

He didn't even glance at it.

It’s not that he is inflated, it’s really fighting him, the color of the spell is not green, do you look down on me, ah, do you look down on me! !

An average attack spell like this.

In Owen's eyes, it felt as if the world-destroying dragon saw the brave man who hadn't walked out of the Novice Village, swinging his long sword lamely, and using the sword skill 'slash' on him.

He didn't even draw his wand.

He raised his right hand, touched it lightly with his index finger, a blue light curtain flashed past, and then the curse seemed to hit something, and after a trembling, he returned the same way.

With a "bang", in the shocked eyes of the boy, he was blown away by the spell he had released.

The grass on the ground was severely damaged, because the boy rolled more than ten feet before coming to a stop, crushing many strong green lives.

"Whoo~"

Owen's hair, which was blown by the wind, calmed down.

Indifferent eyes, with indelible sleepiness.

Armor fights back.

After half a year of practice, Owen has already used this spell proficiently.

Of course, the premise is some ordinary spells. Although he can bounce back a slightly stronger black magic defense spell, his accuracy is poor, and if the black magic is a little more advanced, he has to dodge to dodge.

rebound?Everyone is so embarrassing, and they still rebound a ghost!

Oh!

If you are killed by Avada, you do have a chance to become a ghost (laughs).

"what happened?"

At this time, other Beauxbaton students on the Quidditch pitch also flew over, and they stood on the opposite side of Owen.

The crowd looked at the partner who fell to the ground and struggled in amazement.

"He bounced back from his own spell?"

"What kind of magic is this?"

"He didn't even take out his wand, how-how did he cast the spell?"

"Idiot, you have magic skills to cast spells without a wand! What are you doing in class?"

A group of students were chattering. Although they couldn't figure out what magic Owen used just now, but that moment happened too fast, and so the magic that the boy used was not a powerful magic from the visual effect alone. Not great either.

So although they were surprised that a teenage wizard could beat a wizard who was several levels higher than him, there was not much fear in their eyes, and they continued to stare at Owen aggressively.

"Do you know?" Owen spread his hands, and a layer of light black silk slowly flowed out from the soles of his feet without anyone noticing.

"It's really boring to fight with the little wizard. You can't even eat the big melon. My combat effectiveness has dropped by [-]%!" He turned around casually, with an inexplicable sharp look in the corner of his eyes.

"But in view of the fact that you will definitely continue to trouble me, so——"

Suddenly he raised his head abruptly, a sneer ready to come out from the corner of his mouth.

"Food dogs, let Dad let me show you what is called magic!"

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands violently, and then raised his hands to the left and right, and the thick black mist spread instantly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it enveloped all the little wizards present.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"It seems that there is no attack power?"

The darkness eroded their vision, but soon, everything was the same, the black mist suddenly disappeared, and the light of the 'sun' shone in again.

But the smile on the corner of Owen's mouth grew louder.

It has to be said that he is becoming more and more proficient at opening special effects.The black cloth magic that his grandfather used to summon his subordinates, he uses like an arm to command.

All over the sky, phantom body magic, together with the dark mist, entered this false world.

"Remember my name, because it will accompany you all your life and become the ultimate horror!"

A ray of mountain wind blew Owen's robe loudly, and the sky was suddenly overcast with clouds.

Everyone looked at the sky in shock, and their emotions gradually turned to panic.

The surrounding brightness suddenly began to go crazy.

The depressing wind is filled with misfortune!

"Crack!" A flash of lightning suddenly lit up in the sky.

The blue-purple light illuminated Owen's terrifying and ferocious smile.

For a moment, all Bubaston students felt their hearts sink, as if they were being targeted by some peerless monster, which made their adrenaline soar.

In the panic, some people chose to escape.

Someone chooses to raise a wand.

Someone is hiding in the crowd.

Some people chose physical attack.

"Crack!"

Lightning is like a net, starting from a bright spot and spreading towards the surroundings densely.

There were more and more lines, and finally fell from the sky to Owen's side.

Smash all those curses to pieces.

"Do you only have this mana?" A certain little blackhead secretly pulled out his wand, and the golden stopping spell and armor protection spell blocked all those spells.

Then along with that golden glow, the oppressive clouds finally couldn't stop the violent heart, and began to madly reveal the lightning that was like the coming of the end.

"Crack!"

Lightning gathered all over Owen's body, and then in his crazy eyes, he turned into an annihilated black bird, "Thunder and lightning are coming!!!"

Then he pushed out the lightning violently, and with the sound of dense electric currents, the black bird paralyzed everyone as if entering a no-man's land, and after a second, no one stood still in the audience.

Including the chief Bubbaston who served as his tour guide, Fleur Delacour.

"Petrification Curse!!!" Fu Rong, who was half kneeling on the ground, was trembling all over. Although she resisted Owen's petrification curse hidden in the lightning, she did not escape his backhand—not even a backhand, after all. Special effects also need a little realism.

Like a mild lightning storm spreading from the soles of your feet.

At least there must be some traces of electric shock on those little wizards!

"You are very nice! Miss Furong."

"It's just that I wasn't too proud when he shot me just now." Owen squatted on the ground, resting his face with his left hand, and said casually.

"I am a student of Bubaston!" Fleur gritted her teeth, her resolute face filled with unyielding, "I thought the name Owen was very familiar before."

"I didn't expect it to be you!"

"Hehe——" Owen sneered a few times: "The strong never bother to explain. Since you are willing to believe rumors, you are unwilling to fall down, which makes me a little embarrassed."

Owen squatted on the ground calmly, raised his wand in his right hand, and the fierce wind captivated Fu Rong's eyes.

She looked at the boy in front of her in trembling. At that moment, the greenhouse flowers, which had never faced danger directly, felt the threat of death.

"In that case—"

"Lightning storm!!!"

This time, he is no longer just casting special effects, Owen has already removed the shady.

Although it won't kill this very beautiful young lady, it still has to teach her a lesson.

Don't backstab an enemy you can't defeat at all.

This will never bring anything but disaster for itself.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap over the plain of Bubaston.

The black clouds coming from the sky then spit out a lightning bolt as thick as an arm, a blue-purple light!It landed directly on top of Furong's head!

"Armor - body protection!!!"

"Crack!"

The blue armor flowed out silver and blue particles like a streamer, Furong barely supported it.

She knelt on the ground, her body trembling, her hands raised her wand over her head, her eyes fixed on the bright daylight.

"It's amazing. There are very few young wizards of your age who can use the Armor Charm to this extent in fifth grade." Owen praised, "But it's still a bit worse than Miss Granger."

"After half a year of extracurricular tutoring, Miss Granger has been able to hold on to her armor without breaking even under the repeated bombardment of seven or eight of my regular spells."

"As a top student in the two major colleges, I wonder how long Miss Furong can persist?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his wand and flicked it lightly, a disarming spell flying close to the ground hit Furong's slender arm directly.

"Oh! It seems that it's still not good!" A certain little black man squatted on the ground and laughed brazenly.

"Your enemy is still in front of you, how can you focus all your attention on lightning?"

ho ho ho ho...