I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 230 A surprising glimpse

"Who attacked you?" the girl said calmly.

Behind the gentle voice was an irrepressible anger.

"It's them—" Several young wizards from Ilvermorny seemed to have found their backbone, with smiles on their faces, they quickly got up from the ground or got rid of the entanglement with Wizard Durmstrang, and gathered with the girl around.

Several of them, raising their hands, pointed out to her several Durmstrang wizards.

This includes the two muscular men.

"They?" The girl's eyes were cold, and the moment they passed through the air, it seemed that the moisture contained in it was about to freeze.

The bright red eyeballs exude ghostly charm, and the whole body is filled with frightening magic power.

On the other side, Owen, who was pretending to be Harry, was holding a branch in his hand and planing Malfoy there.

His keen nerves immediately noticed the restlessness of the magic power in the surrounding air.

Since he was blessed by Teacher Chiron, he has become quite sensitive.

Um - quite sensitive to magic.

"Wow! Such a strong magic vortex!" Unlike others, Owen could clearly see the blue aura glowing on the girl's body.

Like a dark eddy beneath the shore.

"Her magic power, uh—so abundant!" Owen's eyelids twitched, and he said in surprise, "This——it's estimated that several Malfoys could be drowned."

"Such a young age? Strange!"

Owen, who felt strange from the bottom of his heart, lowered his head and looked at Malfoy who was growing in the land with disgust.

Then he conveniently stuffed the wooden stick he picked up from nowhere into his mouth.

"Go digging yourself! Uncle is going to watch the fun."

"Don't go——Sanchez!!!" Malfoy bit the stick and shouted angrily and hesitantly.

Can't quite hear what he's saying.

I know the voice is really bright!

Unfortunately, Owen is not interested in men.

Still a good-looking young lady is attractive.

After all, his eyes fell on the mysterious girl who suddenly appeared.

He watched with interest.

Then I saw that the gorgeously dressed girl waved her magic wand directly in front of the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Blue lightning, howling, shot out from the tip of her staff, turned into thorny vines, and slammed the group of ignorant people who dared to despise Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Stop!"

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge screamed.

But he hadn't had time to draw his wand to stop the girl.

With a roar, a bolt of lightning arrived in front of him accurately.

fast!

too fast!

Like light!

He didn't even have time to react.

Lightning 'cracked' hovering in front of him, only inches away from his head.

Obviously, this is a warning.

"What do you want to do!" Arnold Pisgood stood aside with a cold face, pulled out his wand, and stared at the unfriendly girl with a surprised and gloomy expression.

This is already flouting the Ministry of Magic.

"Me? Just to give Ilvermorny the respect she deserves."

The girl's sharp voice responded to Mr. Arnold Peacegood.

She stood there, her body, which was not very tall, seemed tall at this moment, like an invisible mountain, and a sense of the weight of history came to her face.

Everyone present realized that this witch definitely came from a long-standing pure-blood family.

And it is likely to be a direct bloodline.

Only that kind of family can produce a wizard with this temperament.

The magic lightning is still cruel and bloody whipping the bodies of those Durmstrang little wizards.

This made the Bulgarian wizard present so calm.

After seeing the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

They didn't hope for the Brits either.

He directly pulled out his wand, and cast a spell on that beautiful and outrageous girl.

All kinds of strange spells exploded like fireworks.

But there was no trace of fear on the girl's face.

The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, and the red lips were slightly pursed.Like a silent taunt.

Then, the hand waving the wand suddenly assumed an extremely weird posture.

Obviously, the spell she was about to cast did not come from the European continent.

Given her school, Owen believes the ensuing spell should be unique to North America.

Weird spell-casting movements and equally strange body twists.

It's like some kind of celebration dance.

In the magical world, corresponding spells require corresponding spell-casting actions, such as chanting the spell and waving the wand. This is a complete and coherent spell-casting process.

The so-called wandless casting and silent casting just eliminate these steps.

Without the guidance of spells and spell-casting actions, the magic itself will become like a flood and uncontrollable. What's more, the wizard has to use this flood to thread the needle and compile the corresponding magic. The difficulty can be imagined.

This is why wandless and silent casting are so difficult.

Moreover, even if these two skills are mastered, the magic circuit corresponding to each spell is different, that is to say, the wizard must try to practice wandless and silent with one spell and one spell.

Therefore, legendary wizards, such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, will only choose one of the two skills for most spell applications, rather than mastering both.

Generally speaking, they will choose to cast spells silently and keep their wands.

Maybe it looks more handsome this way?

The girl in front of me never uttered any magic spell from beginning to end.

She was just posing to cast spells. It was obvious that she had come a long way on the road of magic.

"That is?"

Suddenly, the onlookers were surprised to find that the magic spells, which were as bright as fireworks, stopped strangely on their way to the witch.

Yes, it didn't dissipate or be offset, but hovered in mid-air.

Invisible to all.

But Owen could see it clearly.

The girl's magical power transformed into a clearly visible virtual image.

At first, he was just a patron saint.

But when he squinted his eyes and saw through those light spots, it was just the body of the virtual image, and he realized that it was not a patron saint at all.

In other words, no human patron saint would be that kind of thing.

It was a feathered serpentine deity.with splendid plumage,

From Mayan mythology, the founding deity in charge of life, harvest, culture, and wind and rain.

Feathered snake god.

"Boom!!!"

Above the earth, the scorching sun rises.

Brilliance—is the spread of wings.

The girl leisurely held up her magic wand.

The god waved her brilliant and gorgeous plumage, and easily erased the curse cast by the fools on the ground.

It just hovered around her body silently.

No sorrow or joy.

But, suddenly, some familiar rhythm of magic power awakened Zhi.

Immediately, God's sight fell on Owen.

The gaze that spanned 2000 years and belonged to the Age of Gods made Owen squint his eyes involuntarily.

too bright!

It's like looking directly at the sun!

Is this the so-called invisible gods?

Owen didn't understand, but he could feel that the sight was not malicious, it was just

Some—surprised?

But this brilliance was only seen by Owen.

In the eyes of ordinary wizards around.

The girl cast a spell strangely.

The tip of the wand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light curtain.

The light curtain is like a big hand, easily canceling all their spells.

"My God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

The onlookers were all shocked by the powerful protective magic cast by the girl.

That magic spell, like the ultimate protection, not only resisted the attacks of the Bulgarians inside, but even launched a counterattack.

The next second, blue-white lightning knocked down a large number of people.

"This"

Arnold Peasegood's eyes widened.

He was at a loss for words.

If he had to use a word to explain the person in front of him, it must be - a monster!

Yes, she is like a monster!

A magical monster who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Ilvermorny." He muttered silently to himself.

A magic school that had only been established for hundreds of years suddenly gave him a sense of urgency.

Because he saw from the girl that the future would not be lower than Dumbledore's magical achievements.

Although he would never admit it, the fact was that the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world was nearly 150 years old.

And digging out his head, he couldn't imagine that among the younger generation of wizards, there was someone who could match that girl.

Perhaps—Mr. Arnold Peasgood fell silent.

He thought of the little Hogwarts wizard who alone defeated hundreds of dementors in the Daily Prophet last year.

Maybe he can match?

On the other side, Mr. Arnold Pisgood, the guy in his heart who is comparable to the monster girl in front of him, is holding his chin, thinking about the meaning of that god's gaze.

In reality, according to Teacher Chiron, the ancient gods were actually wizards.

Together they participated in the war against the self-proclaimed alien god.

If Quetzalcoatl was once one of them.Then it makes sense that she would be watching him.

After all, he is the heir to ancient magic of this generation.

Born to bear the responsibility of driving away the outer gods.

Owen was just quite surprised that the wizard could turn into a god, spanning thousands of years, and cast his eyes on the present world.

What kind of magic is this?

Really curious.

"Sanchez! Hello! Sanchez."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in my ear, and as Owen gradually regained his senses, the sound gradually increased.

"I warn you to save me quickly!"

It's Malfoy.

He had already spat the branch aside, probably tried several times, but apart from hitting his own oral mucosa and teeth, it was of no use at all.

"What are you doing! Call me Harry Potter outside!" Owen turned his head to look at the guy angrily.

Then go crazy and expose your identity.

Be careful, buddies find a telegraph pole and hang it up.

"Don't mention that Pot again." Malfoy, who was huddled in the ground, spat out a mouthful of dirt.

"And your vest fell off!"

"What?" Owen suddenly lowered his head and saw that he, who was supposed to be wrapped in a sexy white robe, had changed back to ordinary Muggle clothes.

"This"

Could it be that the Feathered Serpent God's gaze cleared away his illusion spell just now?

There is absolutely no falsehood in the eyes of the gods?

Is it so domineering?

"It's you!" The young man of faith suddenly appeared in front of him. Mr. Arnold Pisgood was first surprised, and then ecstatic.

There was a drastic emotional change, and even a blush appeared on his face.

"Okay, there's nothing to play."

Owen curled his lips, slightly unhappy.

His head is full of all kinds of flirtatious things.

There are one hundred thousand wizards here.

The contradictions between countries are deep-rooted, if he can provoke each of them.

hoo hoo hoo!

The real wizarding world war is about to start!

But——now being recognized by others, it's not interesting.

Once the vest is dropped, the combat power will drop by half!

There is also the risk of being arrested by Dumbledore and put in solitary confinement and used as a ruthless copying machine.

Forget it.

Anyway, the days are still long, and there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, the head of the Goblin Liaison Office, took advantage of the sudden pause in the fighting to pull Malfoy out of the ground with a spell.

After all, he is the son of the gold master's family, so he still has to respect him.

As for Mr. Arnold Pisgood, he was still looking at Owen expectantly.

As the Reticent, who spent his life in the study of some kind of magic in the Department of Mysteries, Mr. Arnold Pisgood had all the qualities of a scholar-wizard.

Although being one of the sponsors of the Malfoy family, Mr. Arnold Pisgood spent all the money on his own research.

Compared with the more philistine wizards in the Ministry, he still had expectations for Hogwarts in his heart.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood has always felt that if Hogwarts can produce a few more wizards like Dumbledore, then both Hogwarts' reputation and the magic research he is engaged in will be a blessing.

That's why he looked at Owen so hotly.

"...Let me tell you, sir, can you stop looking forward to my fight with that girl in the past?" Owen looked at the bald middle-aged wizard with a look of disgust.

He is just like most wizards who have never left the magical world in their lives.

The Muggle attire he wears is comical and ridiculous.

A suit with long johns, a windbreaker and a pair of high-heeled boots.

In this suit, Owen can only say that he knows fashion.

However, modern mortals cannot understand this fashion that is hundreds of years ahead of mankind.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood was a little embarrassed by Owen's stare, and he immediately motioned to his two colleagues, one ran to call for someone, and the other went to ease the mood of the Ilvermorny witch.

"You are a rising star in the wizarding world!" He first praised Owen.

Then he walked towards Owen with a face full of joy.

"Don't! I'm not, I don't, I'm so picky, I can't even beat Malfoy over there." Owen said, pointing to the unkempt Malfoy over there.

Then he received a look of contempt from Draco.

"Why do you have an opinion?" Owen stared back.Then he stared at him and continued: "Is your skin itchy, you are jumping a little today!"

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Malfoy, who was stared at by Owen's oppressive eyes, didn't dare to speak any more.

However, he was convinced but his gray eyes still couldn't help releasing considerable hostility.

"Oh." Suddenly Mr. Peasegood sighed.

"You don't know." He said quietly.

"A big event will happen in the second half of the year. Those people signed it, they agreed. The Ministry originally believed that Hogwarts had a chance to win.

The British wizarding world has been hit hard these past few months.

You better hope that the Quidditch game tonight will be played by Ireland.After all, this is what I can see, the last way to restore the confidence of British wizards. "

"The second half of the year?" Owen raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew what would happen in the second half of the year.

What surprised him was, seeing what Mr. Peasegood meant, this year's Triwizard Tournament was going to be renamed?

Could it be that Ilvermorny will also participate?

Uh——Owen looked sideways at the witch who had calmed down, there is such a possibility.

If he was the principal of Ilvermorny, if Dumbledore sent an invitation, and there were students with such magical power among his students, then he would definitely agree.

Whether it is for the prestige of the school or for future school enrollment.

After all, Beauxbaton speaks French, Durmstrang speaks German, and Ilvermorny, who is also in the English camp, is more attractive to British wizards.

If they can defeat Hogwarts, the oldest and most prestigious wizarding school in Europe, head-on in the competition.

This pair has always been controversial - Ilvermorny is a bootleg Hogwarts school of wizardry, which is definitely a good thing.

"You worry too much about this, the little wizard of Hogwarts is still quite strong."

Owen said indifferently.

Strong ass - if he had confidence in Cedric before, after all, his strength has improved rapidly in the past few years, but the Ilvermorny witch suddenly appeared, but Owen had to face reality.

Compared with the warriors of the other three major European magic academies, her strength is faultless.

That girl has the advantage of crushing level.

Throughout Hogwarts, Owen didn't think anyone could defeat her head-on.

Unless he does it himself.

"Really?" murmured pessimistically, Mr. Peasegood, who had serious doubts.

"Of course, you just need to remember that Hogwarts is the best in the world!"

Owen said lightly.

If it doesn't work, he will do it himself.

Anyway, the prize money for the top three—no—the top four competition is still quite abundant, and this time it is definitely higher than in the original book.

He is quite happy to earn extra money easily.

"boom!!!"

Just as the two continued to chat without saying a word.

Suddenly there was a violent explosion in the distance.

"What's going on?" Mr. Pisgood frowned, quickly left Owen and the others, and walked towards the direction of the sound.

"It seems that the little wizard from Hogwarts is fighting with someone." Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge didn't know what promise he made to the girl.

In short, the Ilvermorny wizards who were gathered together did not continue to attack, while the Durmstrang wizards around were afraid of the girl's strength, and did not show any more enthusiasm.

The battle here ended suddenly.

And with the matter here, it quieted down, and the sound of explosions in the distance filled everyone's ears.

"Damn it, don't they know how many Muggles have gathered outside?" Mr. Pisgood cursed, and then rushed over without stopping.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, with Owen and Malfoy - lest they cause further trouble.

We walked over together.