(Forgive me, chess doesn't...) ）

The game is coming to an end.

On the huge chessboard, there are fewer and fewer pieces on both sides.

The outcome of the game is gradually becoming clear.

Ios lived up to his reputation as a genius and had a great advantage on the chessboard, while the middle-aged wizard from South America had fallen into a disadvantage.

When you fall into a disadvantage, people will panic and try their best to turn the tables.

This directly led to his chess becoming more and more ferocious, and of course, more and more panicked.

In the end, step by step, he stepped into the trap set by Ios.

"Checkmate!"

The match didn't last long, and it took Ios less than half an hour to get over her opponent.

"You won." The middle-aged wizard stepped off the competition platform in disgrace.

"Now let's congratulate my new champion."

"A sophomore from Thunderbird Academy, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Ios Carona!!" Godwin Benjamin, selfless shouted. With the blessing of the loud sound spell, his voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Oh!!"

"Ios! Ios!! Ios!! ”

A large portion of the audience at the venue were students from the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At the moment they were frantically cheering for Ios. Fireworks, streamers, and all sorts of celebratory spells erupted over the stadium.

"Congratulations!!" Godwin walked over slowly, holding out his right hand to Ios.

"Thank you."

Trophies, flowers, and applause.

With a smile on her face, Ios slowly stood up and shook Godwin's face, her face full of excitement.

She had finally achieved the results she had always dreamed of, much to Ios's great excitement.

"Say a few words." Godwin lowered his head and whispered into Ios' ear, "Everybody watched. ”

"Hmm..."

Iosi, who reacted, finally realized that she still hadn't said her acceptance speech!

"Ahem, I'm thankful for my teacher."

"Thank you, Mr. Septimus, for the longest time I've studied his games."

Ios paused slightly, and then said, "Finally, I would like to thank the greatest magic school in the world, the Ilvermoni School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for nurturing me. ”

Zizi!

After hearing this, Ron's face was unsurprisingly a little unpleasant.

Anyone is the best at Hogwarts, isn't it?

But in the United States, there is no way to do it, after all, the wizards here are all graduates of the Ilvermorny School of Magic and Magic.

As the awards ceremony continues.

Ron's grandfather, Mr. Septimus, also spoke on behalf of Europe.

The Wizard Chess America's Cup came to an end in such laughter.

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"How's it going?" Philemon sat leisurely in a bar chair and asked Hermione, who was obviously very restrained.

"Huh!"

Hermione was speechless, and could only close her eyes and pretend she couldn't see anything.

The little witch is on the road after all.

Philemon used stealing, robbing, and despicable means to deceive her into trust. Then the guy backhanded and turned his face.

Not only did he take away her wand, but he also used it to modify her parents' memories and took her to the United States.

New York, Blind Pig Bar.

"You still have time, Hogwarts is the first of September!"

"I think you'll give me the answer you want before then."

Then Philemon waved his hand, and a small elf stepped forward.

He bowed his head and whispered a few words in the elf's ear.

Then Hermione was taken by the goblin. It looks like he's been imprisoned.

After dealing with Hermione's aftermath.

...

Suddenly, several black-robed wizards surrounded him.

They vary in height and size. The black robes obscured their faces, making it impossible to observe their appearances.

"Philemon?" Suddenly, a young voice came out of the mouth of one of the black-robed wizards.

"The club thought you were dead in England."

"Humph!" Philippon didn't explain anything, he just snorted softly and silently took a sip from his glass.

"It seems that your research has failed after all. I've said a long time ago that summoning magic is uncontrollable. Your research is a wasted effort and a waste of organizational resources. Another black-robed wizard continued.

"If you're just talking about cool things. Then I advise you not to open your mouth and save some spittle. ”

"Of course we're not like you're a piece of shit. Philemon, if it weren't for the fact that you still have some research on magic patterns. Do you think you're still alive until now? ”

"That's it!" The black-robed wizard who was the first to speak said coldly.

"The target person is important to us this time. Philippon, if you make a mistake this time, do you know what the consequences will be? ”

With that, he led the group of wizards to turn and leave.

"Tomorrow at two o'clock. Queens, Southster Indoor Stadium. Don't be late. Before the phantom shifted, the black robe finally said indifferently.

"Hmph." Filipmon didn't look back, but looked up and drank the wine in his hand.

His eyes were cold and crazy.

......

The sky is on one side.

The sun is rising, and it's a new day.

The agitation at the Schauster Indoor Stadium has become less and less.

The award ceremony has ended.

If it weren't for the fact that his grandfather was still chattering with the Magical Congress of the United States, Ron would have wanted to leave a long time ago.

He also wants to go to the Magic Gathering!

I don't know if the Japanese wizard is gone.

Just thinking about it, Ron suddenly found that a group of mysterious people in black robes appeared out of nowhere.

They slowly occupied the various exits of the stadium.

At first, Ron thought they were just employees of the Magical Council like the Aurors.

Until he saw a mysterious black-robed man suddenly stretch out his wand and attack an employee of the Wizarding Council.

It's a silent spell!

Fear rose in Ron's heart.

Melda had told them that this was an advanced spell-casting technique.

Those guys aren't good people, I'm afraid.

At this moment, Mr. Septimus also noticed the group of mysterious people.

He moved slowly, shielding Ron behind him.

"Saints?" Godwin immediately revealed their identities.

This group of people has planned several magical accidents in the United States, but they have been quiet for a while, but the security department of the Magical Congress of America has not let down their vigilance and is still trying their best to arrest them.

It's just that I don't know why, months of wanted, fruitless.

"Godwin Benjamin." The black-robed wizard at the head said coldly.

"Deputy Director of the Law Enforcement Division?"

The other party's indifferent tone was full of disdain.

"I really caught a big fish!"

"What do you want to do?" Godwin took out his wand and said defensively.

"Rest assured, Mr. Director. Our goal is not you. The black-robed wizard said contemptuously.

"Hand over the girl behind you."