"Hold on! Miss Granger! At three o'clock, a Slytherin baby touched me. ”

On the other side, the call from the Master of Archfire, Owen, rang out in the ears of many Gryffindors.

He jumped to his feet and stood at the Hufflepuff table, waving his flag.

Hannah, who was watching it, was stunned.

"What a disarming spell! Wouldn't he use his fists without a wand? Owen yelled.

He watched Harry take out a second-year Slytherin wand with a 60% subtle disarming charm, and the little guy was probably smuggling to do so successfully for the first time.

Just then, Owen's voice came.

The two people who heard the sound were stunned.

Immediately, that Slytherin second year also reacted, yes! I don't have a wand, don't I have a fist!

Glancing at Harry's small and frail body, he pounced without the slightest hesitation. Scuffled with it.

"I... Thank you! Irving. Harry roared, hand-to-hand combat as the regular combat of a serious wizard began.

"You're welcome, serve Gryffindor."

"Harry." Seeing that his good brother was in trouble, Ron immediately rushed over, flew up and hit the buddy's jaw, the guy in the snake courtyard was defenseless, and was directly kicked in the face - his neck was crooked, and he fainted.

"Are you alright?"

Ron, who had dragged Harry out, asked with concern.

"It's okay, be careful." Rubbing his cheeks, Harry had not had time to relax, a curse suddenly appeared in his eyes that he had never seen before, and he quickly pushed Ron away with all his strength, calming down, and his eyes fell on the despicable guy.

Draco Malfoy.

"Ron, don't come here. Give him to me! Harry shouted, then grabbed his wand and rushed over.

I'm looking for you! Dare to jump out on your own!

Is it true that he has no temper?

Harry, who had a new hatred and old hatred in his heart, directly turned into the god of war, calmly dodging the various spells in front of him, and staring at Malfoy (the result of being trained by Owen).

"That's right! Harry, keep an eye on him. With the Petrification Charm! ”

Skin—Battlefield Commander—Owen, holding his wand, threw out an illumination spell that landed on top of Malfoy's head.

- to mark your enemies.

Seeing this, Harry turned around and bared his teeth at Owen gratefully, then turned his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Despicable fellows, get ready for the Iron Fist of Justice from Gryffindor!

With this in mind, Harry raised his wand to Malfoy, and a petrification spell unfolded with less success.

It didn't work very well, it just petrified Malfoy's legs, but - that was enough.

"yes, rush up, Harry, kick him in the ass!"

Owen's eyes lit up, and he sat up at the table, holding the pumpkin porridge he still had half a bowl left, and drank the porridge while keeping an eye on the battle.

Well!

Hufflepuffs, never waste food!

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Let's look elsewhere.

I would like to invite Owen, a war correspondent from the front, to introduce you on the spot.

The first is the rostrum war zone, which has been reduced to the Colosseum of the high-end battles of the three major academies.

The three prefects, along with the six or seven-year-old wizards, were anxiously fighting with each other.

Gryffindor is a reasonable situation, attacking each other with the other two colleges, after all, they have experience in fighting, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, although the overall strength is lower than that of other houses, but with a reckless spirit, and the other two houses consume each other, they actually have an advantage.

Next up is the Long Table War Zone, a war zone where Gryffindor defends on all fronts, and at the third, fourth, and fifth levels, Ravenclaw has absolute dominance.

In high-end battles, maybe the pure-blood wizards of Slytherin can stabilize them with various spells passed down by the family, but if it comes to mid-range combat power, then they Ravenclaw are proud of the entire Hogwarts.

Finally, in front of the Great Hall and in the field war zone outside the hall, Harry and Hermione were so brave that they couldn't lift their heads against the Slytherins.

If it weren't for the Ravenclaw tugging, they would have ended this fight long ago.

"Wow! Miss Granger has been killed five times, it's the Coma Charm, and it's the Stun Charm that ends the first place in Ravenclaw's second year! ”

Owen, who put down the dishes and chopsticks, once again devoted himself to the live broadcast.

"Wait, Six Kills, Miss Granger is on a rampage!"

The new star of the battle, Hermione Granger, is now fully committed to the challenge of several young wizards from the other two houses.

Owen's voice in her ears was automatically filtered by her.

"Let's get on it!" A second-year Slytherin boy yelled.

On the side, the Slytherin witches, who were in the same second year, responded: "Good! ”

"Despicable!"

Seeing the two academies sign a wartime alliance treaty at the front.

Hermione suddenly got angry, and said that what about a good personal battle? How did it become a group fight!

Bending down to dodge a half-finished petrification spell, the little witch raised her right hand and held up an armor shield to resist it, another unknown evil spell, and then flicked her wrist and released a certain gray spell.

"It's all petrified!"

Caught off guard, the Slytherin, who was under the spell, instantly hardened into a stone and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

"Seven kills! Miss Granger is close to God! ”

The other little wizards around the witch looked panicked and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Stalling.

Obviously she is only a first-year wizard, why is she so strong.

Although Hermione's strength had long been expected, after all, there were little wizards watching the scene where Owen taught them.

But when they really dealt with it, they were shocked to find that this little witch who could only hold on to the Hufflepuff monster for less than five seconds was so powerful, it was really terrifying!

As the brightest light on the battlefield, Hermione fell into an unprecedented excitement at this time.

Her shaggy hair blew in the strong wind, and her brown eyes were full of blazing light.

A confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

The whole person seems to be sublimated.

- Is this the joy of beating?

Thank you, Owen, I feel it!

"Eight kills! Miss Granger is superb! Owen screamed, raised his wand, and as soon as the colorful fireworks sped away from the tip of the wand in his hand, they exploded outside the auditorium.

Brilliant fireworks enveloped Hermione's young body.

Looking around, there are a bunch of crumbling dogs.

She straightened up, independent of the witches, her vine wand pointing downward.

The autumn wind blowing from the mountains swept across her fair neck and blew her hair.

This reminded Owen of the Queen of England hundreds of years ago, Elizabeth I.

"I can call the wind and rain too! If you dare to anger me, my hurricane power will turn the whole of Spain upside down and disappear! ”