"Ah~"

The wand that fell from the sky grazed Fleur's wrist, and the air flow driven by the high speed turned into a sharp sword, cutting a long wound on her wrist in an instant.

Blood spilled on the ground like roses.

Fleur, who was in pain, subconsciously let go.

Her wand, the one with her hair as the heart and rosewood as the body, lost its master's grasp and fell slowly into the air.

Hermione didn't hesitate to pounce, her right hand firmly grasping the wand.

"Lisong!! Energetic ———"

The wand lit up to illuminate the day and night, and in the next second, a figure flew upside down.

Then, on the ground where Hibiscus landed, in the flower garden, the flowers suddenly seemed to come to life, and opened their arms to welcome their children.

And the hibiscus that fell into it was firmly held by the flowers.

No matter what, I can't open my eyes.

"I won, sister!" Immature voice, with unparalleled confidence.

Hermione gasped, her head rising uncontrollably,

The delicate and lovely face outlines a smile of victory.

Under the unextinguished sky, she held her wand, like the light of a goddess shining around, and at this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to have lost their color difference.

Only the little witch's body is still shining with dazzling light.

Hermione grinned with uncontrollable joy, she had just won the battle against an upper-class wizard from another school without a wand, and she was proud of it, no matter why the battle began.

"I'm not dreaming!"

"How is that possible?"

"That's a wandless spell, a wandless spell casting technique, she's a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, why would, why!"

"Is there a monster out of Hogwarts?" Fleur's defeat caused an uproar among the Beauxbatons wizards who were watching.

Everyone was shocked.

The battle was incredible.

Even, Hermione's resolute posture, determined eyes, and unique fighting style just now firmly locked the hearts of some of the Parisian boys present.

For the foreseeable future, there will be no shortage of suitors around the little witch. The French, in particular, are more welcoming and open than the British.

"You... How did you do it! ”

Fleur held on, surprise written all over her face.

"How can you without a wand..."

"Cast spells without a wand!" Hermione walked briskly towards Fleur. "I'm not skilled enough with other spells, but the levitation spell, that's what I'm most familiar with."

"Wandless spellcasting?" Fleur was stunned, "What grade are you?" ”

"Me?" Hermione waved her wand and took the initiative to unravel Fleur's Transfiguration control, "I'll be in the third year when school starts. ”

"Third grade?!" Fleur's pupils dilated instantly, and she couldn't believe that she had lost to a third-year wizard.

As the best wizard in Bubbston, her strength is considered to be the strongest in the entire academy.

But now, reality tells her that at Hogwarts she may not be as good as a third-year - no, maybe a second-year wizard, which makes her arrogant how to accept it!

How can you accept it!

Fleur, who suffered a major blow in an instant, seemed to have her entire soul detached from her body, and she was lifted up by Hermione like a walking corpse.

Are they, the little wizards at Hogwarts, all monsters?

For the first time, a huge shadow was cast on Fleur's heart. And this may be a shadow that she will not be able to break free from for the rest of her life.

And Owen, who was standing outside the flower garden, still saw it really.

Fleur will lose, not because she is much weaker than Hermione, as the Prime Minister of Beauxbatons, the little wizard, Lady Maxim's most proud student.

If it was an exam, she could turn Hermione, a little witch known for her exams, into scum.

She will lose simply because she is too obedient to dueling etiquette.

Lack of unscrupulous means to victory.

The first time she met a crazy girl like Hermione, it was normal for her to panic.

But—Owen stated in advance that this way of fighting was not original to him, and if you want to blame it, you have to blame Professor Flitwick.

At that time, he relied on his height disadvantage to win countless battles with this 'unique' fighting style.

He gave it to the Ravenclaw wizards.

And then - the whole Hogwarts little wizards learned.

More insidious and cunning than this, Owen has seen it all.

For example, the Weasley Twins, who are moving in strange directions, have inflicted countless magic traps on several Slytherin wizards.

The meanness of its methods and the abundance of its results shocked even the old silver coin of Owen.

The two of them, like mushrooms, planted many traps in Slytherin's path.

They didn't even know it when they stepped on the thunder, until the smell of rotten eggs and canned herring emanated from the two gloomy Slytherins that the twins knew that they had another trap.

Of course, Owen wasn't preaching that wizard combat was going to trapping.

But the reality is that since the Triwizard Tournament was suspended, Owen's three major magic schools (in fact, there are four magic schools in Europe, and the other one is in Russia, and Europe does not play with old hairmen every day. Because of the lack of communication, they gradually went behind closed doors.

Even after the disappearance of Grindelwald, the European continent has enjoyed fifty years of peace.

The new generation of young wizards lacks the belief to fight even more than the English young wizards who have just grown up in the shadow of Voldemort.

Duel—or battle, victory by any means, the greatest respect for the enemy is to kill them all—has always been Owen's creed.

Apparently this is what the little wizards of Beauxbatons are missing.

Although this comparison is not very appropriate, Harry is a ruthless person who can resist the heart curse and grit his teeth without making a sound, just now Fleur just had a small hole in her arm, she subconsciously let go of her hand, and the gap is obvious.

And what upset Owen the most was that the fight was very different from what he expected.

Girls!

What are you doing fighting, killing, killing...

No, the little witch shouted shyly: Sister hates ~ and then ~~~

"Owen Sanchez !!"

At a time when a heartless black lord is looking forward to a better future.

A punch the size of a punching bag suddenly appeared in front of him, but fortunately he dodged in a hurry, this punch only hit him in the shoulder, otherwise it would have been - broken phase.

"What to do, what to do! What are you going to do with my handsome face! "A certain black man turned around and ran.

"How dare you give me a broken branch!!" Hermione was in hot pursuit, and she couldn't feel at ease if she didn't beat this guy up today.

"What branches! That's my wand, okay? ”

"Hey! By the way, my wand! Owen, who came back to his senses, realized that Hermione didn't seem to be holding his wand!

"Shut up! You still want to lie to me! Hermione, who was in a hurry, didn't care about any wand, waving her hands, regardless of whether the spell could be cast without a wand, in short, it would be over!

"Don't chase it, I'll tell you, don't chase it!"

The soles of Owen's feet, who were walking Hermione in circles in the flower garden, flew quickly, and after pulling out a certain distance, he slammed his palms on the ground, and in an instant, the land seemed to be cast an infinite stretching spell, and began to grow unlimitedly, and the distance between him and Hermione was stretched far away in an instant.

"Hey, hey! Keep chasing, you chase me, if you chase me, I'll - oops! ”

The mud from nowhere snorted at him.

Owen, who was being proud, almost swallowed half of the mud.

"Who, which despicable and shameless person dares to sneak up on me! Kind of stand up! ”

"If Lao Tzu doesn't beat you, your father doesn't know you, count you as the cub of the old king next door!"

"Smack!"

Another cloud of mud, as if it had suddenly been squeezed out of the space in front of him, made Owen too late to dodge.

So, he ate half a mouthful of mud again!

"I'm Nima~"

"I~mud~hemp, ah~ professor, morning!"

Professor Dumbledore, who had come out of Nick Lemay's safe house, was standing in front of the magic fountain outside the flowerbed.

Beside him stood the brittle bone wizard Old Nick, who looked like a mummy.

"It's fun!" The old headmaster looked at him with a smirk, and some dangerous aura flashed behind the half-moon glasses.

Owen's heart trembled, he touched his face, and then said to Dumbledore with an expression that was more ugly than crying, "It's okay~"

"Happiness is someone else's, I'm just watching the play from the sidelines." He gestured to Hermione, who was approaching behind him.

The little witch also noticed the sudden appearance of Professor Dumbledore, she suddenly stopped, a pair of big brown eyes, instantly filled with mist, that expression was really as aggrieved as aggrieved.

Owen was stunned when he watched this scene, good guy, this face change speed is really fast.

Out of pure curiosity and in the spirit of academic communication, I would like to ask Granger, how did you manage to look at me like a lioness roaring, and when you turned to look at Dumbledore, you became a poor little milk cat?

You won't have mastered the Animagus, will you!

"Alright, Miss Granger." The old headmaster took pity on Hermione's cheeks, and then patted her fluffy head, a breeze flowing through her fingertips, and instantly blew the dust off her clothes.

"I'll take care of that, okay?" His loving gaze remained on Hermione's little face.

The little witch sobbed, wiped her tears, and nodded intermittently, "Uh-hmm. ”

"Owen."

"Huh?"

"I'll give Madame Maxim an account of tonight's events." The old headmaster walked past Hermione and came to Owen.

Seeing Dumbledore's sudden and sudden transformation from the moon form to the corona form, Owen was inexplicably a little panicked...

He's him, he's he- grandma won't beat me!

Dumbledore, a loving warrior, suddenly flicked his sleeve, and the whole earth trembled.

In the frightened expression of the little wizard Beauxbatons who were watching, in the flower garden, those debris, debris, dirt, and flower petals seemed to have pressed the enter key, and everything was returning to its original position.