Time is the scariest thing.

Slowly, this suspicion turned into an indescribable anger, and gossip was everywhere.

A few days later, it was even revealed in Paris that the so-called truth was that several adult wizards were waiting for revenge for a Quidditch match (an exhibition match in which France defeated Ireland).

What little wizards, what fair duels are all a conspiracy of the British.

They single-handedly created this fake news in order to cover up the fact that they were bullying the small and attacking several young wizards at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Well, I have to say that as a world-class-stirring stick, there is absolutely no problem with being maliciously speculated by others.

After all, the one on the other side of the sea, América, who is like his father and son, didn't he stage a scam of ruining a country with a bottle of laundry detergent?

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the French wizard being so skeptical.

However, if the others present are any one of you can speculate, this is no problem, but it is the original owner, Owen, who is standing.

Although that day, the real situation was that he couldn't help but do it because of his various verbal ridicule (he wanted to beat people when he was bored), but it was indeed the little wizards of Bubbaston who went into battle to beat him.

Of course, it turned out that it was him, one man, who beat them all.

But like this wizard in front of him, what he said about his sneak attack or something, this is completely slander against him, he! Owen Sanchez! Dark Lord! I'll never disdain sneak attacks!

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As soon as the conflict erupted, the boy suddenly waved his wand and shouted a spell.

Then a dazzling red light flashed, and the tip of his wand gave birth to a dangerous spell, and it struck straight at Owen.

"Oh ~ oh! Ah! "A certain Dark Lord snorted boredly.

Beauxbatons was indeed warm, and the air was full of fragrance, but as soon as the temperature rose, he was prone to sleepiness.

Especially the wind in the mountains, so warm, so gentle.

Like his mother brushing his wanderer back from overseas. This made Owen even more confused.

As for the spell that breaks gentleness.

He didn't even look at it.

It's really not that he's inflated, it's really fighting against him, the color of the spell is not green, is it looking down on me, ah, is it looking down on me!!

Attack spells like this average.

In Owen's eyes, it felt like the demon dragon of the world saw the brave man who had not yet left the novice village, waving his long sword lamely, and using the sword technique 'slashing' on him.

He didn't even pull out his wand.

The right hand was raised, and the index finger touched lightly, and a blue curtain of light flashed, and then the spell seemed to hit something, and after a trembling moment, it went back the way it came.

With a "bang", in the boy's shocked eyes, he was knocked out by the spell he had unleashed.

The lawn on the ground was badly damaged, because the boy rolled a dozen feet before stopping, crushing a lot of strong green life.

"Whew~"

Owen's hair, blown away by the wind, calmed down.

The eyes are full of care, with a sleepiness that cannot be erased.

Armor strikes back.

After half a year of practice, Owen was already proficient in using this spell.

Of course, the premise is some ordinary spells, although he can bounce back from a slightly stronger dark magic defense spell, but his accuracy is very poor, and a little deeper dark magic, then he has to dodge it.

Rebound? Everyone has a Avadaken face, and they are still bounced back!

Oh!

If you are killed by Avadaken, you do have a chance to become a ghost (laughs).

"What happened?"

At this time, the other Beauxbatons students on the Quidditch pitch also flew over, and they stood on the opposite side of Owen.

The crowd looked in amazement at their partner who was lying on the ground and struggling in pain.

"He's been bounced off by his own spell?"

"What kind of magic is this?"

"He didn't even pull out his wand, he- how did he cast the spell?"

"Fool, there's a magic trick for casting spells without a wand! What do you do in class? ”

The students chattered, although they couldn't figure out what magic Owen had used just now, but that moment happened too quickly, and so judging from the visual effects alone, the magic that the boy was using was not a powerful magic, and it was not very powerful.

So although they were surprised that a teenage wizard could leapfrog and beat a wizard who was several levels higher than him, there was not much fear in their eyes, and they continued to stare at Owen aggressively.

"You know what?" Owen spread his hands, and a faint layer of black silk flowed from the soles of his feet slowly, unnoticed.

"It's really boring to fight with the little wizard, you can't gnaw big melons, and the old man's combat power has plummeted by fifty!" He turned around casually, with an inexplicably sharp gaze in the corner of his eye.

"But given the fact that you're sure to keep troublesome with me, so—"

Suddenly, he jerked his head up, and a mockery came out of the corners of his mouth.

"Rookie dogs, let me show you what it's called magic - Dad!"

With that, he clapped his hands violently, and then raised his hands to the left and right, and the thick black mist spread in an instant.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it enveloped all the young wizards present.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Doesn't seem to have any offensive power?"

The darkness eroded their vision, but soon, as it was all right, the black mist suddenly vanished, and the light of the 'sun' shone in again.

However, the smile on Owen's lips grew higher and higher.

I have to say that he is becoming more and more proficient in special effects. His grandfather used to summon his subordinates with black cloth magic, which he used as an arm.

The illusionary body magic in the sky, along with the black mist, entered this false world.

"Remember the name of the master, because it will accompany you for the rest of your life and become the ultimate horror!"

A wisp of mountain wind blew Owen's robes whirring, and the sky suddenly became cloudy.

Everyone looked at the sky in shock, and their emotions gradually panicked.

The surrounding brightness suddenly began to go wild.

Misfortune is written in the oppressive wind!

"Click!" Above the sky, a flash of lightning suddenly lit up.

The blue-purple light illuminated Owen's terrifying and hideous smile.

In an instant, all the Bubbaston students felt their hearts sink as if they were being targeted by some peerless murderous thing, which made their adrenaline soar.

In the panic, some people chose to flee.

Someone chose to raise their wand.

Someone was hiding in the crowd.

Others opted for physical offense.

"Click!"

Lightning spread like a net, starting from a bright spot.

There were more and more lines, and finally fell from the sky to Owen's side.

Smash all those spells to pieces.

"Is that all you have?" A certain little black boss secretly pulled out his wand, and the golden spell stop spell and armor talisman spell blocked all those spells.

Then, with that golden glow, the oppressive clouds finally couldn't stop the violent heart, and began to frantically confide like lightning coming to the end of the world.

"Click!"

Lightning converged all over Owen's body, and then in his crazy eyes, it turned into a bird of annihilation, "Thunder and lightning beckon!! ”

Then he slammed the lightning out, accompanied by the sound of dense electricity, and the Xuanniao paralyzed everyone as if it had entered a no-man's land, and after a second, no one stood in the audience.

Including the chief of Bubaston, Fleur Delacour, who served as his guide.

"Petrification !!" Half-kneeling on the ground, Fleur trembled, although she resisted Owen's petrification spell hidden in the lightning, but she did not dodge his hindhand - not a hindhand, after all, the special effects also need a little realism.

Like a slight lightning storm that spreads from the soles of your feet.

At least the little wizards have to be a little bit of an electric shock!

"You're good! Miss Fleur. ”

"It's just that it wasn't very glamorous when it first shot at me." Owen squatted on the ground, holding his face with his left hand, and said nonchalantly.

"I'm a student at Bubbaston!" Fleur gritted her teeth, her resolute face full of unyielding, "I thought the name Owen was familiar to me before. ”

"I didn't expect it to be you!"

"Hehe-" Owen sneered a few times: "The strong never bother to explain, since you are willing to believe the rumors, and you are unwilling to fall, this makes me a little embarrassed." ”

Owen squatted calmly on the ground, raised his wand in his right hand, and the fierce wind fascinated Fleur's eyes.

She looked at the boy in front of her in shock, and at that moment, the greenhouse flower, which had never faced danger directly, felt the threat of death.

"In that case—"

"Lightning Storm !!"

This time, he was no longer just casting spell effects, and Owen had long since removed the shady scenes.

Although it will not kill this beautiful young lady, she still has to leave her a lesson.

Don't flank an enemy you can't defeat at all.

This will never bring anything else but disaster to itself.

Suddenly a thunderclap rang out over the plains of Bubbaston.

The black clouds that came from the sky then spat out an arm-thick bolt of lightning, blue-purple light! Straight on top of Fleur's head!

"Armor - Talisman !!"

"Click!"

The blue armor was like a streamer of light flowing silver and blue particles in all directions, and Fleur barely supported it.

She fell to her knees, her body trembling, her wand above her head in both hands, her eyes fixed on the light that shone as bright as day.

"Awesome, it's rare to be a young wizard your age - you can use armor charms to such an extent in your fifth grade." Owen exclaimed, "But it's still a little worse than Miss Granger."

"After half a year of tutoring, Miss Granger has been able to hold on to her armor under the bombardment of my seven or eight regular spells."

"As a top student in the two colleges, I don't know how long Miss Fleur can last?"

With that, he raised his wand and flicked it, and a disarming spell that flew close to the ground struck Fleur's slender arm.

"Oops! It still doesn't look good! A little black man squatted on the ground and laughed unscrupulously.

"Your enemy is still in front of you, how can you put all your attention on lightning?"

Roar Roar Roar Roar

(End of chapter)