"Krum!" Ron said, "Victor Krum, Bulgaria's Seeker!"

"Victor Krum? His appearance was too gloomy. Hermione said, blinking and frowning at the countless krums around her.

It was a bad feeling.

"'Too gloomy?' Ron rolled his eyes up, "Who cares about the way he looks?" He's amazing! And he is very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, you'll see tonight. ”

"So you're a traitor, aren't you?" The twins pounce on Ron.

"What are you doing!"

"Don't you like those black eyebrows? Come on, brother, draw one for you too! George and Fred held Ron under them.

Then they pulled out their wands and cast a spell into Ron's eyebrows.

"Let go of me, Krum is a genius, you can't deny his talent, he is far ten thousand times better than the Irish Seeker, look, he will definitely catch the Golden Snitch tonight!"

Ron, who was unable to move because of his brother's beloved weight, still yelled arrogantly.

And George gave him a chance to continue to speak out.

With a wave of his wand, he sealed his mouth directly.

On the other side, the last member of the Weasley family, Ginny watched in embarrassment as her three older brothers were falling on the grass and fighting with each other.

Her cheeks are slightly red (angry)

I can't wait to dig out a hole in the ground and escape from here.

"You can do it, put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in clothes like this, that Muggle at the gate is already starting to suspect—"

Fighting here, begging there.

Sure enough, it was very lively outside.

Owen and Hermione turned their heads, and in the distance, in a corner of the field, by the faucet, wizards were lining up in a small line, ready to fetch water.

And there were two men, one of whom was very old, wearing a long printed pajamas. The other, apparently a wizard working in the Ministry, was holding a pair of pinstriped trousers in his hand, and was so angry that he almost cried.

"I bought these pants in a Muggle shop," the old wizard said stubbornly, "and Muggles wear them, too." ”

Muggle women only wear it, Archie, men don't wear it, men wear this. The wizard who worked in the ministry said, waving the pinstriped pants.

"I don't wear it," said old Archie angrily, "I'm willing to let a wholesome breeze blow my ass, thank you." ”

Hermione couldn't help but giggle as she listened to the conversation in the distance, looking at the two of them as they walked farther and farther away.

"Hey! Hermione!!! ”

Suddenly, a clear voice came from afar.

Then a scent of roses wafted in.

A figure.

He quickly pounced and hugged Hermione into his arms.

It's Hibiscus.

She was accompanied by a little girl, probably a few years younger than them.

is also a little beauty, with a quarter of the Meiwa blood, she exudes amazing charm all over her body, although she is still young, but the temperament on her body has made ordinary people unforgettable.

It's just that this little girl, her eyes didn't fall on Hermione at all, and her blue eyes were watery, all for Owen.

Come to think of it, it should have been Fleur who told her her story.

This little girl is very curious about him!

"It's a student of Beauxbatons." Harry whispered behind him, "Look at the school crest, two golden wands with three stars popping up from each wand. They are definitely Beauxbatons students. ”

"You said yes, Ron."

"Huh? Ron. Harry called out in a low voice.

But no one answered.

He looked back blankly.

I saw a group of Hogwarts wizards, looking at Fleur in disgrace.

The eyeballs are about to fall out of their sockets.

Especially Ron.

There was a kind of smirk on the corner of his mouth.

It's just silly written on his face.

Owen watched the young wizards' reactions with interest.

For the first time in the face of Meiwa's blood, such a statement is normal. Didn't you see that even Luna was a little sluggish when she looked at Fleur?

This is magic after all, unless you are mentally prepared in advance and have an iron will, you will be confused by the magic of the baby for the first time.

Harry, it was

Owen glanced at Harry.

His reaction was a little too flat, as if Meiwa's magic hadn't affected him at all.

It shouldn't be!

Could it be that something had happened to the fragment of Voldemort's possession that had made Harry immune to this enchanting magic?

"You're here too!" Hermione happily shook Fleur's hand.

She had expected to meet Fleur here.

After all, the quadrennial World Cup is not every year, and now it is summer vacation, she will definitely come to watch the game live.

Of course, not all Beauxbatons wizards are so friendly.

Like the wizards behind Fleur.

One by one, they glared angrily, as if they were going to eat him alive.

"What the hell is going on with these guys, they seem to be excited!" Hannah said cautiously, and she stepped forward, looking at Fleur with some wariness in her eyes, and her sister, and, of course, the other Beauxbatons students.

"Aren't you excited?" Harry said helplessly, "Owen beat up a lot of them last semester. ”

Hearing this, Hannah's heart suddenly tightened.

He had heard the story of Owen's havoc at Beauxbatons.

But she never imagined that he would provoke so many people.

"What to do? We"

"What's the panic?" The twins finally broke free from their beauty for Fleur, "The little wizards of Hogwarts are invincible!" ”

"That. Let's be careful. Neville said nervously. Two eyes kept passing over the faces of the little wizards who looked fierce.

Suddenly, the other party moved.

Beauxbatons' students gathered Evan and his party in the middle, shouting something aggressively in French.

Harry, of course, they didn't understand.

But it didn't prevent them from seeing Owen hiding his feet, and he was also drooling back with his teeth and claws.

That's definitely not a good thing to say!

The war of words went on for quite some time.

Harry watched as Owen fought alone with Beauxbatons, and then inexplicably popped out a few sounds of mother-messing with Fack, and the group of wordless guys finally lost the battle.

Annoyed and angry, the little wizard Beauxbatons has already pulled out their wands.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"What are you looking at, looking for a fight?" Ron, who had been hooked away by Fleur, finally came to his senses.

Not for anything else.

It's just that he found out that there was a wizard in the crowd who was staring at his sister Ginny.

"Whoa."

The other party was obviously disrespectful, because the hand he held the wand was showing off his might, and it didn't look like an apology.

"He said that the girls at Hogwarts had taken away from their girls from Beauxbatons, so they were going to take a girl from Hogwarts as well."

Owen explained, spitting at the toad.

Rob? It's about strength, do you pranksters have this strength?

"What? Are they going to snatch Ginny? ”

Hear, it's not just Ron.

Ginny was also stunned.

How a good fire burned on himself.

On the other hand, Fleur also came back to her senses from the surprise of seeing her best friend.

She had listened to the foul language of Owen and the group of guys behind her.

Immediately, he stopped the Beauxbatons wizards who had already gone up.

Warn them not to clash with Owen and them.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The wizards of Beauxbatons were upset with Fleur's 'traitor' behavior towards Hermione.

Of course, I didn't take her words to heart at all.

Some even spoke disrespectfully to her.

It's hard to hear.

"Uh-they're here."

Looking at the little wizard Beauxbatons who suddenly became infighting, the little lions on the Hogwarts side were a little confused.

They all say that they Hogwarts are in bulk, and the four major houses are constantly arguing.

Now it seems, why is this Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry inferior to them?

At this time of war, can there still be infighting?

Look at the girls in blue silk uniforms arguing fiercely with Fleur.

It's not the first time I've seen it.

Sure enough! Between a pretty girl and a pretty girl, people talk lightly.

Just as a group of Hogwarts wizards were watching and eating melons.

The tide of battle in front of us suddenly changed.

The verbal conflict turned into a physical collision.

Because when the beautiful girl in the blue silk robe was humiliated, it had already affected Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacul.

Owen seems to have heard the word miscellaneous.

This ignited Fleur's anger.

She stepped forward angrily and slapped the girl in the face.

She can be misunderstood, insulted, but she will never allow anyone to speak ill of her sister as well.

The slap girl, with a vicious and hidden look in her eyes, quickly drew her wand and chanted an evil spell at Fleur.

It's a pity that when it comes to magic skills, she's no match for Fleur.

Before she could finish her spell, Fleur easily surrendered her wand.

"Uh-huh!"

Owen was excited!

Hey hey - I like to watch girls fight the most.

And the rest of the Hogwarts wizards were shocked to see what was happening in front of them.

This slap shocked them.

That posture, that temperament, that determined gaze - it's just beautiful.

All of a sudden, Ron had a strong emotional outburst towards the girl.

He looked at Fleur inattention, as if he wanted to carve the other person's face into his brain.

Then the conflict escalated again.

Several wizards looked at Fleur with unkind faces, as if they were about to do something to this girl they thought was a traitor in the next second.

"Cut~ I thought the wizards of Beauxbatons could be more gentlemanly, but now it seems that they have this attitude towards the girls in their school, which is incredible." Ron sneered.

And Owen continued to sarcastically follow his words, "After all, old Paris has a glorious tradition, and attacking your own people, especially women, is a heavy blow." ”

"What did you say!" Suddenly, a broken English word came from the crowd of Beauxbatons who surrounded them.

"Say you're a turtle with a shrunken head, crooked, come and fight! Do it! Don't make me look down on you! ”

A sneer tugged at the corner of Owen's mouth.

He knew these people all too well.

Last year, Beauxbatons was a summer vacation, and there were not many students in school, and when school started and all the students returned to school, his legend would surely be distorted and disregarded.

After all, getting a group of Beauxbatons wizards who had never seen him admit that their school was weaker than Hogwarts was harder than climbing to the sky.

For example, if Harry had told him how good a little wizard with Ilvermorny was, he would probably have dismissed it, because it was nothing to beat Harry.

It's human nature to have this kind of emotion!

And the solution is very simple.

It would be nice for him to beat it up again.

If not, then two!

"You!" Where can the wizard who was stared at directly by Owen calm down.

With an inexplicable spell flying from an unknown direction, it passed by him.

Enraged, Beauxbatons Wizards officially launched an attack on the besieged Hogwarts wizards.

"Except for your weapons!"

"It's all petrified!"

"Upside-Down Golden Hook !!"

If, Owen is saying that if, there are little wizards from other countries standing here, perhaps they will be disrupted by a sudden encirclement and attack, and they will be broken by each of them.

But alas, this is the little wizard of Hogwarts.

And it's a group of Gryffindors.

I, Gryffindor, were born to be surrounded, with one enemy and two small meanings, with one enemy and three slightly troublesome, and with one enemy and four enemies, I would rather die than take one!

Harry was the first to react.

But the moment he saw the other party's lips move slightly and the wand in his hand waved, he threw out a disarming spell favored by fate.

Then he strode into the crowd and rushed into the crowd.

The wand in his hand draws a faint blue armor.

Defend against all the chaos of spells.

As for the other little wizards.

Hehe—I've quenched my hunger and thirst for a long time.

The brawl that had been held for half a semester was instantly activated.

The twins are one left and one right, with Ron close behind.

Ginny shielded Neville, who was a little dazed, and the wizard who had been looking at her with a squint was a thunderbolt.

The rest of Hannah and Luna, as well as Justin Seamo, deal with the little wizard Beauxbatons from behind them.

Seeing the presumptuous smiles on the faces of the little wizards, Owen knew that this group of heads were full of sounds: the little wizards who want to fight, the little wizards who want to fight, this semester is indeed not light!

Hiss~~ What a sin! Sin, such a little wizard at Hogwarts has become like this?

Is this still a believer in the peaceful Merlin?

Oh!

You say that Merlin is a British swordmaster with a holy sword, and he likes to beat his enemies with the sword of victory.

Hiss!

That's fine, sure enough! Merlin's followers should carry on this glorious tradition!

Hit Beauxbatons!

"The flames are blazing!"

In the crowd, Hermione held her vine wand, the flames transformed into a male with the blessing of subtle transfiguration.

The male pheasant flies and vents its feathers.

Dots of flame fell like seedlings from the heads of the little Beauxbatons wizards.

It burned their clothes and hair.

The male pheasant flies, and the sound goes down.

The cry was like that of a phoenix, accompanied by a wave of heat that swept over all the wizards under their wings.

————Miss Granger is keeping her hand! The power of the flames should not be so weak.

Owen, who was not involved in the whole process, looked at Hermione with some surprise.

Since the cave was gone, her magic skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

A month ago, she would never have been able to perform such subtle fire magic.

It may be that the Yin corpse gave her a little too much stimulation.

But this level of progress

To put it bluntly, Miss Granger was already ready to try to master the Fire Charm.

Judging from her mastery of magic, she was barely able to control the most powerful unquenchable fire.

"Oh my God!" Hermione's subtle magic attracted not only Owen's gaze, but also the gaze of Fleur, who was protecting her sister and watching from the sidelines.

She's stronger than she was a year ago.

Fleur's heart sank suddenly.

Since she was hit by Owen and Hermione last summer, she has been practicing spells hard this year, and the rate of progress seems to Lady Olim Maxim to be very fast.

She is now strong enough to graduate from Beauxbatons and go to the Ministry of Magic as an Auror.

Of course, this may be due to her lack of combat experience, and she may have to train intensively for a while.

But in terms of the number and quality of spells she mastered, she was good enough to serve as an Auror.

But—just now, when she saw Hermione's majestic soaring into the sky, she knew that she hadn't opened the gap with Hermione at all.

The advantage of age is being quickly equaled by Hermione.

If in the first year, Hermione was able to defeat her, thanks to her unexpected courage and the skill of wandless spellcasting that she did not know at the time.

Now she probably has what it takes to beat her head-on.

This made her nerves, which had gradually relaxed, tighten.

"This Beauxbatons wizard is too weak!"

"It's just that there are so many people, and they can't beat those Hogwarts guys in an average dozen or two!"

Are you blind? Didn't you notice how strong those little wizards at Hogwarts were? Look at which red-haired little girl, she looks just a few years old! You can easily cast a disarming charm, can you? ”

Hysterical sounds, accompanied by strange emphasis.

The flirtatious tone and inexplicable pronunciation of the words are extremely positive about the identity of this group of guys.

From the very beginning, Owen was aware of the group of men dressed in blue and raspberry red robes, with a golden Goldian knot fastening their school robes on their chests, a four-leaf clover in the center on the left side of their chest, and four North American magical beasts on the periphery, the longhorned water snake, the cat-leopard, the ptarmigian, and the puckage insignia.

Obviously, this is a group of young wizards from the Ilvermorny Academy of Magic.

Older than they are.

Looking the same age as George and Fred, there were about a dozen of them. They were quietly hiding in the crowd, looking at them with their eyes open!

For this group of guys, Owen didn't care.

But just now, the spell that had attacked the grumpy little Beauxbatons had come out of the hand of one of them, a wizard with a thunderbird in his robes.

This is pure disgusting to Owen.

Why is this wicked man who often arches the fire still being offered by others today?

With this in mind, he frowned and quietly retreated behind everyone.

Without waiting for the others to notice, he quickly applied a phantom spell to himself, and then left here and walked towards the outreach of the Bulgarian camp.

Whoa—huh!

In that case, my brother will give you a big surprise!

(End of chapter)