"I envy you." Harley said with a headache.

When she thought that she was going back to that cold aunt's house, she couldn't stop having a headache.

Hey, why does the college have a summer vacation?

Can't you go on for seven years in a row?

"Hallie, stay at your aunt's house to protect you." Melda suddenly realized that this year's Boos Quirrell had died so miserably, which caused the plot of the Philosopher's Stone to not unfold at all, and Harley simply understood how strong the protection of her mother's love in her blood was.

In this regard, Melda had actually explained to Harley about the aftermath of the potion, but the simple oral description was naturally not fresh in her memory.

"Shhh Maybe I can invent a device that simulates the magic of blood relatives, so that you can charge the spells on your body all the time, so you don't have to stay at your aunt's house all the time. ”

After learning the nature of magic, Melda naturally understood that the reason why Harley had to spend some time each year with her mother's only blood relative was to recharge the spell.

Since it's all magic, it can naturally be transformed.

"Really?" Harley asked excitedly. She had long wanted to move out of her aunt's house, whether it was there, even in the bridge of the London Bridge. As long as you don't live with that family.

"Yes, yes, but I still have to study it for a while, and it will definitely be too late this year anyway, so Harry, you should go home obediently this year."

"Oh, no," Harley let out a terrible voice.

"By the way, Melda, what are you going to do for the summer vacation?" Hermione said abruptly.

"Me?"

"I should go back to Huaguo!" Melda, who was on the ground, said uncertainly.

"I received a letter the other day saying that the contract with a supplier over there had expired. Anyway, I don't have anything to do during the summer vacation, so I just treat it as a tour. ”

"Wow! Hua Guoye! Ron said excitedly.

"I've heard that there are a lot of magical beasts there. I'd love to check it out! ”

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone arrived on time.

The clearing was already full of people, and the weather at the end of June was like a child's temper, and the sky was clear at noon, but now there were raindrops falling in the wind.

The cold wind and the remnant sun have more of the taste of the autumn breeze.

This time, Melda was the only one who came to watch the game. The rest of them were still teaching hard spells in the abandoned room.

There was more moisture in the wind, and it became colder and colder. A burst of attacks made Melda can't help but hold her robe tightly against herself.

As the second grade slowly entered, the atmosphere in the crowd gradually became solemn.

"I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys do."

Under the high platform, Artoria said loudly.

She had a smile on her face, and the view reminded her of the days when she had just crossed the Camelot.

At that time, she was also like this, from an ignorant spectator, to step by step into the land and the people.

Slowly, the flower of responsibility naturally grew in her heart.

Just like the group of ignorant children in front of them, they went from onlookers to really taking on the responsibility of the college.

If there's one of the most romantic things in the world, it's growth.

"Mimic!"

Artoria precisely controlled every trace of magic in her body, so that the strength of the demonic beasts faced by each grade was just the limit they insisted on.

"Roar!"

The faint black mist above the grass rose again, and countless terrifying roars rang out from the black mist one after another.

All the wizards on the platform couldn't help but clench their wands in their hands. His eyes widened and he stared straight ahead.

"Game on!"

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"There are many obstacles!"

...

The young wizards on the high platform let out a childish roar, and one by one the spells were cast quickly and accurately.

The roar of spells, the roar of wizards.

Countless voices poured down like rain.

Maybe the power of these spells is not very strong, maybe their casting actions are not standard, and there are even some young wizards who fail to cast spells in a hurry.

But when you look directly at those serious faces, you will sincerely feel that they are all hopes for the future.

Today's performance not only determines their victory or defeat, but also their own future and the direction of the entire magical world.

"Not bad!" Artoria smiled. The intoxication in his eyes became more and more intense.

That's it, that's the spirit.

It's really moving.

...

Three minutes passed in the snap of a finger.

This is already the limit that the little wizards in the second year can hold onto.

As the Wyvern broke through the black fog and proudly swore its presence, everyone knew that the game was coming to an end.

"Everybody ready."

Someone in the Gryffindor on the high platform shouted, and immediately several eyes were withdrawn from the demonic beast underground, and they looked at the approaching flying dragon with heavy faces.

"Obstacle Spell Preparation."

Another order.

A group of young wizards who have been prepared for a long time are ready for battle.

"Cast a spell, release !!"

"There are many obstacles !!"

"There are many obstacles !!"

...

"There are many obstacles !!"

In an instant, countless rays of light burst out, and at that moment, it seemed that even time had slowed down, and everyone held their breath and looked at the meteors.

Falling from the sky, the spell slammed into the dragon's body.

In an instant, the speed of the bipedal wyvern began to decrease dramatically, and it roared with some effort as it waved its wings.

Like the wind of freedom, it suddenly fell into the quagmire, which made it very unhappy.

"Roar!! The Wyvern roared hard. Then a fiery burst of dragon's breath erupted.

However, the distance between it and the high platform was really a little far, and Long Yan didn't hurt anyone.

"Excellent! Hold it down!! ”

"The rest of you, try your best to stop the rest of the demonic beasts!"

The obstacle spell doesn't kill the dragon, it only limits the dragon's flight speed to buy time for the race.

But that's enough, because that's already the limit of what a junior wizard can do.

Over time.

The Wyvern grew more and more irritable and uncontrollable, and its speed began to increase, and what it had estimated could delay for more than a minute gradually began to shorten.

Three minutes and fifty seconds.

The dragon was already close to the high platform, and its dragon breath could already destroy the high platform in an instant.

Even the Gryffindor children had vaguely heard the voices of the other houses failing around them.

"Wendell !!"

Reynolds, a second-year Gryffindor, yelled loudly behind him.

"Ready!" Wendell, also a sophomore, shouted in reply. Then the spell was aimed at Reynolds, and with a flick of his wrist, he said aloud: "Yugadim Leviosa!" ”

The bipedal wyvern in the sky was already tired of these insects, its wings for a while, its body blocking the sun, its head raised high, and the dragon flame was already condensed in its mouth.

"Roar!"

Then it jerked its head down, ready to wipe out the ignorant insects with a single blow.

At this moment, Reynolds, with the blessing of the powerful levitation charm, had quickly reached a height similar to it.

There was a look of incomprehension in the eyes of the two-legged wyvern, and it didn't understand what this insect was flying up for.

Is that for an appetizer?

"Die!!"

Reynolds quickly drew his longsword from his wizarding robes.

"Grow faster!"

Suddenly, the long sword in Reynolds' hand suddenly became huge, relying on the suddenly changing 'giant sword'. With the blessing of gravity, he leaped hard, raised his greatsword in both hands, and slashed it towards the ugly face of the two-legged wyvern.

"Dead !!