I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 262 Do you want to rebel?
"Armor protection!"

"Burning flames!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

The next second, the magic spell was like a rapid cannon, and there was a direct magic bombardment in the auditorium.

Like firecrackers, the series of explosions shocked the little wizards from other schools around them.

Routine enchantments like the Disarming Charm can be cast by almost anyone.

As for the more advanced magic, such as the golden hook hanging upside down, there are quite a few people who know it, especially the Slytherins, almost all of them are proficient in this spell.

It's not hard to imagine, Snape must have taught them.

The auditorium gradually lost control.

The tour group headed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were sitting on the benches in the corner, watching the noisy stage play with great interest.

——Let's applaud now, and invite Justin, who has received one-tenth of Owen's true biography, to give you a detailed introduction to the current battle situation.

"Ah~"

"Oh!"

"Hi!"

"Snake Yard Yakuza!"

"Lion House Bike!"

———Stop———It seems that Justin has not grasped a ten thousandth of the true biography of the great Dark Lord Mr. Sanchez at all. He walked with the king all day long, but he did not have the slightest bit of the king's demeanor. It can be regarded as another kind of strength.

Alright—on the other hand, let me see the introduction of the battle by the lady named Qiu Zhang who is hiding among the Ravenclaws.

oh!Look at her, the black eyes are shining.

There was a strange smile on his fair face.

There is a saying in ancient books-the lion court has great supernatural powers, and the snake court has high abilities.

The long stick is on fire, and the broken wood is floating in the sky.

The snake in front of the auditorium showed great power, and the lion stepped on the wooden table at a high level.

A stick slays an evil lion to protect the school, and a sword picks a poisonous snake to show a hero.

Two are breathing clouds, and two are breathing fragrance.

They fought back and forth three hundred times, killing the bright moon on the ceiling of the auditorium.The hall is in a daze!

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The real martial arts under the rostrum here.

The rostrum over there was full of noise.

Different original works, whether it is Double-Faced Man in the first grade, The Chamber of Secrets in the second grade, or Azkaban in the third grade, this has no effect on other countries.

In other words, Sirius has a greater reputation, and some European countries may know it.

But in the end, it has no effect, at most it is just a conversation after dinner.

But things are different now - ever since the Deadites swept through Europe, the nerves of all parties are now stretched to the limit, and any external force may break them.

When Dumbledore pronounced the name 'Hermione Granger', anyone with a slightly normal head would realize that a conspiracy looming over them was hovering over them.

All the deans present here are the deans of major magic academies, and no one would want to put their students in danger.

On the other hand, Dumbledore really regretted it too!

The moment he saw Miss Granger's name, he frowned.

He should allow Irving to play, at least if he is on the court, there will be room for maneuver.

"Albus!" Professor Eulalie stood up and looked at Dumbledore seriously, "We must suspend the game."

On the other side, Mrs. Orim Maxim also stood up immediately.

Her tall figure hit the faculty desk.

With a violent shock, the silver plate and wine glasses on the table were knocked over. On the side, Professor Flitwick was almost knocked over because he was leaning on the table.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Mrs. Orim Maxim.

Her reaction was a little too much.

But in fact—Mrs. Orim Maxim also has her own reasons.

As a major European country, it is the backbone of the Federation.During this time, the French Ministry of Magic was busy fighting fires across Europe.

For the dead, they really have nothing to do, they can only imprison them in a certain area through a magic seal.

The most important reason why she promised Dumbledore to restart the Tournament was to maintain the friendship with Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard.

But now—at present, even if Hogwarts has the two most powerful wizards in the world, the enemy can still play such a trick. What does it mean?
It shows that Hogwarts is not very safe either.

"Dumbledore!" Barty Crouch stood up abruptly and looked directly at Dumbledore. "You know the rules. Once the game starts, it cannot be stopped."

He will not allow the Tournament to be suspended.

The reason is the same as the World Cup!
The UK needs a pageant like this.

"Humph!"

On the edge of the faculty seat, the white-haired Grindelwald looked at him with a sneer, "Rules?"

"What rules?"

"A cup makes you so nervous? Can a guy like you be the Minister of Magic?"

"You!" Barty Crouch suddenly turned his head to look at him, and his voice suddenly stopped.

His face turned red and he hesitated to say something, but for a long time he did not dare to say even one more word in front of the most dangerous dark wizard in history.

"Zuzhu!" Seeing this, Moody immediately let out a short sneer.

Those who bully the weak and fear the hard will dare to show their teeth to their own people.

He didn't like Barty Crouch very much, and if it wasn't for his genius 'strategy' that day, the Aurors would never have suffered so many casualties.

"Continue, Albus." Grindelwald said flatly, a pair of strange-colored pupils bursting with dangerous light, and a slight smile on his stern face. "Let the game go on, Durmstrang will be there."

"I want to see what tricks those clowns have up their sleeves!"

Dumbledore on the podium withdrew Grindelwald's gaze.

That's what he actually meant.

Those chosen by the Goblet of Fire actually sign a contract with it. This is an ancient and powerful contract that has never been broken by anyone for hundreds of years.

In other words, those warriors must compete.

If the Tournament is stopped at this time, something bad may happen.

"Hermione Granger!!!"

Dumbledore's voice lingered in the auditorium, but the little wizards underground were busy fighting with weapons and no one responded to him.

Only Ron and Harry pulled out and shouted at Dumbledore, "She's not in the auditorium."

"From morning to now, we haven't seen where she is going."

Hearing this, Dumbledore understood.

Immediately, all the professors and principals stood up and walked directly into the small room next door.

They still had an argument that wasn't over.

As for the ruckus of the little wizards—let him go, anyway, he will naturally stop when he is tired.

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On the other side, Owen and Hermione, who had just walked out of the principal's office, were walking up the spiral staircase with exhaustion.

He offended the Sorting Hat too hard.

This bastard was unwilling to spit out the Sword of Gryffindor.Not even if Granger was a true Gryffindor.

Owen was so angry that he almost wanted to rip it off.

The dogs had been pestering him for hours, and Dean Bridged Weasley had given them no help the whole time.

She is an examiner and cannot help candidates.

Until the afternoon, the little thing finally got a little sleepy. This legendary magic item, after so many years, has long lost its energy. Owen, who caught the opportunity, cast a powerful confusion spell, which made it spit out the Gryffindor sword .

Although his confusion spell only lasted probably less than a few seconds.

But his timing was excellent.

Miss Granger passes the first pass of the exam questions Godric left behind.

As for what the prize was, Owen didn't know. He only saw Dean Bridged stretching out a glowing metal bottle from the mirror with a smile, and handed it to Granger.

And told her that in the principal's office, there was a magic item that could unlock the secret in the bottle.

He guessed it should be a memory.

Use the rim of the Pensieve to see the information contained within.

To be honest, no matter what Hermione got, he would not be surprised. After all, the underground secret room had existed for so many years, and there were probably countless hidden treasures. It was possible for her to get anything.

"I'm going back to the dormitory, and I'm going to sleep." On the spiral stairs, Owen had a nervous breakdown, and he rubbed his swollen head.It is said that there is no air intake.

Can you not be tired after scolding that hat for so long?
Hermione, who was following behind, looked very tired, but she had an inexplicable smile on her face.

She sent the Sorting Hat back to her office, along with the two Gryffindor swords.

Although the process was very difficult, (she was mainly responsible for watching Owen and the Sorting Hat exhale to each other.), but the result is still gratifying.

"Let's go eat first!" she said.

"I feel like we forgot something very important."

"Very important?" Owen looked back at her dejectedly.

At this time, the two of them had already reached the door of the auditorium.

The sound of mountains roaring and tsunami pouring into their ears like sea waves.

"Oh! Warriors representing four schools will be selected tonight." Hermione suddenly remembered that her memory shouldn't be so bad, and there was reason to believe that the cognitive impairment was caused by hypoglycemia caused by hunger.

It's definitely not because of being with Irving.

"It's already time, I guess they have already finished their dinner." Owen stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the auditorium.

"Damn, what the hell is screaming inside?"

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"Harry beware!!!" Ron yelled.

The tip of the wand lit up with blue-white light, and the armor born in the void immediately came into action, wrapping Harry's back.

Under the erosion of a red curse, the armor disappeared immediately.

"Well done, Ron!" Harry nodded approvingly towards Ron, then turned around quickly and with a gray petrification spell, pinned the little Slytherin wizard who dared to attack him to the wall.

Afterwards, the two of them leaned against each other quickly, one in front of the other, and swung the magic spell in their hands in a big way.

Even Professor Flitwick would curse at the incantation at that tricky angle.

But even so, they couldn't break through the Haro bicycle combination.

Perhaps passive defense is tiresome.

Harry after breaking a disarming spell.

Holding the wand in both hands, he slammed the wand at the ground, then swung it vigorously, spreading his arms. "ah!"

He yelled and the floor tiles in half the auditorium shook.

Then they were suddenly untied directly like a quilt, as if they had escaped from the gravity of the earth.

Countless floor tiles weave into a large network, roaring towards Slytherin's important task.

Seeing this, the Snake Academy reacted quickly.

Several exploding spells directly collided with the stone net.

In the "rumbling" sound, the stone bricks were exploded.

The splashing stones smashed the heads of several unlucky people.

Sitting with the Slytherins at this time, the little wizard Durmstrang had already sat around Ravenclaw like the wise Hufflepuffs.

The difference is the expression on their faces.

The Hufflepuffs looked indifferent, while the Durmstrangs stared at what was happening in front of them with their jaws broken open in shock.

The fighting of hundreds of people is spectacular to watch.

Especially the dueling skills displayed by the little wizards at Hogwarts are amazing!
"Help!" Ron yelled.

Then the little wizards in the Lion Court also reacted.

With the blessing of transformation techniques and the stone bricks, the stones turned into chains, which were about to wipe out all the Slytherins.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly became clear.

Anyone could see that the Slytherins seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Finally - under the intense pressure, someone in Slytherin lost his mind.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, "Shenfeng Wuying!"

In an instant, an invisible blade split the chain, and directly attacked Harry Potter who was the leader.

"Harry beware!"

Originally, the blade was invisible, but because it split the chain and the surrounding dust set off its silhouette, Harry immediately felt the danger.

He dodged to the right.

The curse was like a meteor passing by, heading straight towards the door of the auditorium.

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"Damn, what the hell is screaming inside?"

Owen pushed open the door of the auditorium.

And then - it was discovered that someone was trying to murder him.

The blade was within a few feet of him.

In the blink of an eye, he immediately cast a spell without a wand, "Sanchez Force Field!" to deflect the deadly spell.

"Click"

An ugly sound of a sharp knife on wood came to his left ear.

Looking sideways, Owen saw a deep mark left on the door of the auditorium.

Go into the wood at least one inch deep.

The poor gate was broken.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed in the auditorium, and the disputing little wizards turned their heads to look in front of the door.

Quiet - the scene fell into deathly silence.

As the protagonist, Owen, just turned his head and stared at the scar on the wooden door in a daze.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

He has no words.

Just silently, walking across the auditorium floor full of scars.

There was no floor here, and every foot of his was on dirt.

The wet soil made a muddy 'checkered' sound with every step he took.

That sound - it was like stepping on flesh and bones.

The air was condensing, and an inexplicable pressure hung over the auditorium.

Sticky and breathless.

But Owen never spoke.

Wherever he passed, the little wizards on both sides spontaneously gave way.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

Owen walked towards the rostrum step by step.

After he took the last step, he walked onto the rostrum.

Then he turned to face the little wizards and just watched.

Still nothing.

—— Owen's identity made the little wizards feel uneasy.

The suffocating silence gradually turned into a clamor.

They couldn't help but want to make some noise to break the suffocating silence.

But no matter what actions they made, the response from that figure was still—silence. Terrible silence.

Owen even had time to organize his clothes.

Dust off the robes.

People don't understand the power of silence.

They're scared—fear of the unknown.

And that's exactly what Irving wanted.

It was a long time again.

Owen took a deep breath.

"Whoo~~~"

There was a sound of silence.

"Do you want to rebel?" His plain voice sounded like thunder in the auditorium.

That seemingly weak voice pierced into the hearts of the little wizards like a sharp knife.

Many people trembled subconsciously because of this voice.

Everyone had the idea of ​​'going to die' in their hearts.

"Over there -" he pointed to the back of the Slytherin table, "there was a print there, which was probably created in 1550."

"Were any of you born in 1550?"

Owen asked plainly.

No one dared to answer.

They all lowered their heads, as if gold galleons grew out of the ground beneath their feet.

"Two hundred points for Gryffindor and Slytherin!" he said. "Everyone, all halls are locked up tonight."

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are also together, don't ask why, aren't you a part of Hogwarts? Won't you stop it?"

"It's really throwing Hogwarts' millennium reputation away!"

"Humph!"

"I see you are just full of energy and have no place to vent!"

"That's right, don't sleep tonight!" His voice raised step by step.

Until the last sentence was finished, it was undoubtedly a reprimand.

In the entire hall, the little wizards of Hogwarts stood in place tremblingly.

Theoretically - Owen has no right to punish the entire school.

Although he is the chairman of the student union, he can only deduct points and confine individual students, and punish all students. In the entire Hogwarts, except for Dumbledore, only Professor McGonagall, who is the vice-principal, has this power. that power.

But—what's interesting is that Owen's prestige in the castle is extremely high.

Unless Dumbledore explicitly objects to the punishment he imposes, the young wizard will assume that he agrees.
As it happens, the old principal will definitely not object to this matter today.

At this time, there were no professors on the rostrum.

They all followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the little house next door.

No one dared to refute him at this time.

Unless he didn't want to hang out at Hogwarts anymore.

"Also—" He stood on the podium, leaning his hands on his back, raised his head slightly, and looked down at the auditorium, "All wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin are fined two Galleons each. "

"Before noon tomorrow, hand over the money to the prefects of each college."

"Damage to school property. Is there anything that doesn't need compensation?"

"It's the other way around."

After scolding the lawless group of guys, Owen returned to the Hufflepuff bench.

He sat next to Hannah.

Then stared at the empty long table.

In an instant, the fire came out again.

"It seems that the elf wants to rebel too!" His slender fingers rested lightly on the long table, tapping his fingertips back and forth, and the sound of 'dongdong' was endless.

"Excuse me—how about my dinner tonight?"

(End of this chapter)