I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 143 I Won, Sister!
"Ah~"

The magic wand that fell from the sky brushed against Fu Rong's wrist, and the high-speed air flow turned into a sharp sword, instantly cutting a long wound on her wrist.

Blood spilled on the ground like blossoming roses.

Fu Rong, who was in pain, subconsciously let go.

Her magic wand—the core of Veela hair and the body of rosewood wood lost its owner's control and fell slowly in the air.

Hermione rushed over without hesitation, firmly grasping the wand with her right hand.

"Lisong!! Vigorous vent——"

The wand lit up to illuminate the day and night, and the next second, a figure flew out backwards.

Then, on the ground where the hibiscus landed, in the flower garden, the flowers suddenly seemed to come to life, welcoming their children with open arms.

And the hibiscus that fell into it was tightly embraced by the flowers.

No matter what, you can't take it off.

"I won, sister!" The childish voice was filled with unparalleled confidence.

Hermione gasped, her head rising uncontrollably.
The delicate and lovely face outlines a triumphant smile.

Under the sky where the flames were not extinguished, she held up her magic wand, reflecting the radiance of a goddess around her. At this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to lose their color difference.

Only the little witch's body was still illuminated by the dazzling light.

Hermione grinned and couldn't help being happy. She had just won a battle against a senior wizard from another school without a wand. No matter why this battle started, it was something she was proud of.

"Am I dreaming!"

"how is this possible."

"That's the technique of casting spells without a stick. She's a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Why can she do that?"

"Is Hogwarts free of monsters?" Fleur's defeat caused an uproar among the young wizards of Beauxbatons who were watching.

Everyone was shocked.

This battle is incredible.

Even Hermione's resolute posture, firm eyes, and unique fighting style just now firmly locked the hearts of some Parisian boys present.

In the foreseeable future, the little witch will never lack suitors.Especially the French are more enthusiastic and open than the British.

"How did you do it!"

Fu Rong braced herself, with surprise written all over her face.

"How can you do that without a wand?"

"Casting spells without a wand!" Hermione walked briskly towards Fleur calmly. "I'm not proficient enough in using other spells, but the floating spell is the one I'm most familiar with."

"Casting spells without a staff?" Fu Rong was taken aback, "What grade are you in?"

"Me?" Hermione waved her wand and took the initiative to undo Fleur's control of Transfiguration, "I will be in the third grade when school starts."

"Third grade?!" Fleur's pupils dilated instantly. She couldn't believe that she had lost to a third grade wizard.

As the best wizard in Bubaston, her strength is considered the strongest group in the entire academy.

But now, the reality told her that at Hogwarts, she might not be as good as a third-year wizard—no, she might be a second-year little wizard, how could she accept this with pride!

How can I accept it!
Fleur suffered a severe blow in an instant, as if her entire soul had left her body. She was helpless like a walking corpse, and Hermione helped her up.

Are they, the little wizards of Hogwarts, monsters?
For the first time, Fu Rong's heart was cast with a huge shadow.And this may be the shadow that she can't get rid of all her life.

But Owen, who was standing outside the flower garden, actually got a real look.

Fleur would lose, not because she was much weaker than Hermione. As Beauxbaton's prime minister wizard, Madame Maxime's most proud student.

If it's an exam, she can turn Hermione, a little witch who is famous for her exams, into scum in seconds.

She lost because she obeyed duel etiquette too much.

Lack of unscrupulousness for victory.

When meeting a crazy girl like Hermione for the first time, it's normal for her to panic.

But - Owen stated in advance that this fighting method was not his original creation. If he was to blame, it was Professor Flitwick.

Relying on his height disadvantage back then, he won countless battles with this 'unique' fighting style.

He gave this set to the little wizards of Ravenclaw.

And then—all the young wizards at Hogwarts learned it.

Owen has seen anything more insidious and cunning than this.

For example, the Weasley twins, who are developing in a strange direction, have used countless magic traps to make several Slytherin wizards suffer.

The despicable means and the rich results of the battle shocked Owen, an old silver coin.

The two of them planted many traps on Slytherin's path like mushrooms.

When the other side stepped on the mine, they didn't even know it at all. It wasn't until the combination of rotten eggs and herring cans that smelled like a combination of spoiled rotten eggs radiated from the two sullen Slytherins. Another trap of his own.

Of course, Owen is not advocating that wizard combat is becoming a trap.

But the reality is that since the suspension of the Triwizard Tournament, Owen’s three major magic schools (in fact, there are four magic schools in Europe, and the other one is in Russia, and Europe does not bring old men to play every day.) Gradually, due to lack of communication, Towards behind closed doors.

Even since Grindelwald disappeared, the European continent has enjoyed 50 years of peace.

Compared with the young British wizards who just grew up from Voldemort's shadow, the new generation of little wizards lack the belief in fighting.

Dueling—or fighting, the victory by unscrupulous means, the greatest respect for the enemy is to kill them all, has always been Owen's creed.

Apparently this is what the little wizards of Beauxbatons lack.

Although this kind of comparison is inappropriate, Harry is a ruthless person who can resist the Cruciatus Curse without gritting his teeth. Just now, Fleur just had a small cut in his arm, and she subconsciously let go of her hand. The difference between truth and reality is obvious. .

What upset Owen the most was that this battle was completely different from what he expected.

girl!

What are you doing fighting and killing?
No, the little witch shouted shyly: Sister hates it~ Then~~~
"Owen Sanchez!!!"

While some heartless dark lord is dreaming of happiness.

A fist as big as a sandbag suddenly appeared in front of him. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, and the punch only hit his shoulder. Otherwise, it would have really been a disfigurement.

"What are you doing, what are you doing! What are you doing to my handsome face!" A black man turned around and ran away.

"How dare you give me a broken branch!!!" Hermione chased after her, and she would feel restless if she didn't give this guy a good beating today.

"What branch! Is that my wand?"

"Hey! By the way, where is my wand!" Owen came back to his senses and realized that Hermione didn't seem to be holding his wand!
"Shut up! You still want to lie to me!" Hermione, who was getting angry, didn't care about any wand, and waved her hands, regardless of whether the spell could be cast without a wand, in short, just throw it away!

"Stop chasing, I tell you, don't chase!"

Owen, who was walking Hermione in circles in the flower garden, moved quickly with his feet. After pulling out a certain distance, he suddenly squatted down and slapped the ground with his palms. In an instant, the ground seemed to have been cast an infinite stretch spell and began to expand without limit. The distance between him and Hermione was widened in an instant.

"Hey! Keep chasing, you chase me, if you catch me, I'll—oh!"

The mud that came from nowhere smacked his face.

Owen, who was proud of himself, almost swallowed half a mouthful of mud.

"Who, who dares to sneak up on me! Whoever has the guts to stand up!"

"If I don't beat you up, your father doesn't even know you, so you are the son of the old king next door!"

"Crack!"

There was another cloud of mud, which seemed to be squeezed out of the space in front of him suddenly, and Owen had no time to dodge.

So, he ate half a mouthful of mud again!

"I'm Nima~"

"I~mu~ma, ah~professor, good morning!"

Professor Dumbledore, who had come out of Nicolome's safe house at some point, was standing in front of the magic fountain outside the flower garden.

Beside him stood the mummy-like crunchy wizard old Nick.

"You had a lot of fun!" The old principal looked at him with a half-smile, a dangerous aura flashing behind his half-moon glasses.

Owen's little heart trembled, he touched his face, and then said to Dumbledore with an expression uglier than crying: "Are you okay~"

"Happiness belongs to others, I'm just watching the show from the sidelines." He pointed to Hermione who was approaching behind him.

At this time, the little witch also noticed the sudden appearance of Professor Dumbledore and her sudden stop. Her big brown eyes were filled with mist in an instant, and her expression was as aggrieved as possible.

Owen was stunned when he saw this scene. Good guy, this change of face is really fast.

I'm purely curious, and in the spirit of academic exchange, I want to ask Granger, how do you manage to look at me like a roaring lioness, and when you turn your head to look at Dumbledore, you become pitiful again kitten?
You don't already have the Animagus!

"Okay, Miss Granger." The old principal wiped away the tears on Hermione's cheeks with compassion, then patted her fluffy head. A breeze seemed to flow through her fingertips, and in an instant, the clothes on her body were wiped off. The dust was blown clean.

"Leave this to me, okay?" His loving eyes remained on Hermione's little face.

The little witch sobbed, wiped away her tears, nodded intermittently and said, "Mmm—hmm."

"Owen."

"what?"

"About tonight's matter, I want to give Madam Maxim an explanation." The old headmaster passed Hermione and came to Owen.

Seeing Dumbledore's sudden transformation from the Luna form to the Corona form, Owen panicked inexplicably.
He he he he -- grandma won't beat me up!
The loving warrior, Dumbledore suddenly waved his sleeves, and then the whole earth trembled.

In the trembling expressions of the little Beauxbatons wizard who was watching, the broken pieces, debris, soil, and flower petals in the flower garden seemed to have been pressed by the enter button, and everything was returning to its original position.

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