"Who attacked you?" The girl said flatly.

Behind the warm voice was an irrepressible anger.

"It's them—" Several of Ilvermorny's little wizards gathered around the girl with smiles on their faces as if they had found their hearts, and quickly got up from the ground or freed themselves from their entanglement with Wizard Durmstrong.

Several of them, holding up their hands, pointed out to her several Durmstrang wizards.

That includes the two muscular hunks.

"Them?" The girl's eyes were cold, and the moment she swept through the air, it was as if the water vapor contained in it was about to freeze.

The bright red eyes exude a ghostly spirit, and the whole body is filled with terrifying magic.

On the other side, Owen, pretending to be Harry, was holding a twig in his hand and cutting Malfoy.

Sharp nerves immediately sensed the restlessness of the magic in the air around them.

Ever since he was blessed by Teacher Charon, he has become quite sensitive.

Uh-S are quite sensitive to magic.

"Wow! What a rich vortex of magical power! Unlike the others, Owen could clearly see the blue breath that lit up on the girl's body.

It's like a whirlpool under the coast.

"Her magic, uh—so abundant!" Owen's eyelids jumped, and he said with some surprise: "This- it is estimated that it can drown several Malfoys"

"At such a young age? Odd! ”

Owen, who felt strange from the bottom of his heart, looked down at Malfoy growing in disgust.

Then he shoved the stick he had picked up out of nowhere and put it into his mouth.

"Plane it yourself! Uncle is going to have fun. ”

"Don't go———— Sanchez !!" Malfoy bit his stick and cried out in grief.

I couldn't make out what he was saying.

I know that my voice is so bright!

Unfortunately, Owen is not interested in men.

It's still a good-looking young lady who is attractive.

With that, his eyes fell on the mysterious girl who suddenly appeared.

He watched with interest.

Then I saw that the gorgeously dressed girl actually waved her wand directly in front of the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Blue lightning, roaring, shot out from the tip of her staff, turning into thorny vines and striking the ignorant who dared to defy Ilvermorny's Academy of Magic.

"Stop!"

Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge screamed.

But he didn't have time to draw his wand to stop the girl.

With a whistling voice, a bolt of lightning arrived in front of him with unmistakable precision.

Fast!

It's so fast!

Like light!

He simply didn't have time to react.

Lightning 'crackled' in front of him, just inches away from his head.

Obviously, this is a warning.

"What do you want to do!" Arnold Pisgood, who was on the side, had a cold face, drew his wand, and stared at the girl with a surprised and gloomy expression.

This is already flouting the Ministry of Magic.

"Me? Just let Ilvermorny get the respect she deserves. ”

In response to Mr. Arnold Pisgood, it was the girl's sharp voice.

She stood in place, her body not tall, but at this time she seemed tall, like an invisible mountain, and a sense of history came to her face.

Everyone present realized that the witch was definitely from some pure-blood family that had been passed down for a long time.

And most likely direct blood.

Only that kind of family can raise a wizard with this temperament.

The lightning bolt of magic still spurred the bodies of those Durmstrong wizards with cruelty and blood.

This made the Bulgarian wizards present calm down.

After seeing the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

They don't have any hope in the British.

He drew his wand and cast a spell on the pretty girl.

Strange spells exploded like fireworks.

And there was no trace of fear on the girl's face.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his red lips were slightly pursed. Like a silent mockery.

Then, waving his wand, he suddenly took on a strange pose.

It was clear that the spell she was about to cast was not from the European continent.

Given her school, Owen believes that the next spell should be unique to North America.

Strange spell casting moves, equally strange body writhing.

It's like some kind of celebratory dance.

In the wizarding world, the corresponding spell requires a corresponding casting action, chanting the spell, waving the wand, this is a complete and coherent spell casting process.

The so-called wandless casting, silent casting, just omits these steps.

Without the guidance of spells and spell-casting actions, the magic itself will become like a flood and uncontrollable, not to mention that the wizard has to use the flood to thread the needle and weave the corresponding magic, which is difficult to imagine.

This is also why the difficulty of casting spells without wands and silent spells is so high.

Moreover, even if these two techniques are mastered, the magic circuit corresponding to each spell is different, which means that the wizard must practice spell by spell without wand and silently.

As a result, legendary wizards, such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, would only choose one of the two techniques for most spell applications, rather than both.

Generally speaking, they will choose to cast their spells silently, keeping their wands.

Maybe it looks more handsome this way?

The girl in front of her didn't utter any spells from beginning to end.

She was just making a spell casting gesture with her body, and it was clear that she had come a long way on the path of magic.

"That's?"

Suddenly, the onlookers were surprised to find that those spells that were as bright as fireworks had strangely stopped in place on the way to the witch.

Yes, not dissipated or neutralized, but hovered in mid-air.

The crowd is invisible.

But Owen could see it clearly.

The girl's magic turned into a clearly visible virtual image.

In the beginning, he was just a patron saint.

But when he squinted his eyes and saw through those points of light, which were only the body of the virtual image, he realized that it was not a patron saint at all.

Or rather, there is no patronus of humanity that would be that kind of thing.

It was a feathered, serpentine deity. With a splendid feather coat,

From Mayan mythology, the founding deity who presides over life, harvest, culture, wind and rain.

Quetzalcoatl.

"Buzz !!"

Above the earth, the sun rises.

Brilliance – is the spread of wings.

The girl held her wand leisurely.

With a wave of her splendid feather robe, the gods easily erased the spell unleashed by the fools on the earth.

It hovered silently around her.

No sorrow, no joy.

It's just that, suddenly, some familiar magic rhythm woke him up.

Immediately, God's gaze fell on Owen.

The gaze that spanned two thousand years and belonged to the gods made Owen can't help but narrow his eyes.

It's so bright!

It's like looking directly at the sun!

Is this the so-called invisibility of the gods?

Owen didn't understand, but he could feel that there was no malice in that gaze, it was just

Some - surprised?

And this light is only seen by Owen alone.

In the eyes of the ordinary wizards around him.

The girl unleashed a spell in a strange way.

A blinding curtain of light suddenly lit up at the tip of the wand.

The light curtain is like a big hand, and it can easily cancel out all of their spells.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

The onlookers were shocked by the powerful protective magic unleashed by the girl.

It was like the magic spell of ultimate protection, not only resisting the attacks of the Bulgarians inside, but even launching a counterattack.

In the next second, the blue-white electric light knocked down a large number of people.

"This"

Arnold Pisgood's eyes widened.

He couldn't say anything.

The person in front of him, if he had to explain it in one word, it must be - monster!

Yes, she's like a monster!

A magical monster that looks like it's only about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Ilvermorny." He muttered to himself silently.

A magic school that was only a few hundred years old suddenly gave him a sense of urgency.

Because he saw in the girl that the future was no less than Dumbledore's magical achievements.

Although he would never admit it, the truth was that the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world was nearly one hundred and fifty years old.

And he couldn't imagine that there was a young generation of wizards who could match that girl.

Perhaps—Mr. Arnold Pisgood fell silent.

He remembered the little Hogwarts wizard who had single-handedly defeated hundreds of Dementors in the Daily Prophet last year.

Maybe he can match?

On the other side, Mr. Arnold Pisgood, the guy in his heart who was comparable to the monster girl in front of him, was holding his chin and thinking about the meaning of the god's gaze.

In reality, according to Mr. Charon, the ancient gods were actually shamans.

Together, they are involved in the crusade against the self-proclaimed Outer God.

If Quetzalcoatl was once one of them. Then it makes sense that she would look at herself.

After all, he is the heir to ancient magic in this generation.

Born with the responsibility of exorcising the outer gods.

Owen was just surprised that the wizard was able to turn into a god and cast his gaze on the present world across thousands of years.

What kind of magic is this?

It's really curious.

"Sanchez! Feed! Sanchez. ”

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in his ears, and as Owen gradually came back to his senses, the sound gradually increased.

"I warn you to get me out of here!"

It's Malfoy.

He had already spat the branch aside, probably after several attempts, but it was of no use other than knocking on his oral mucosa and teeth.

"What do you do! Call me Harry Potter outside! Owen turned his head to look at the thing angrily.

and then crazy to expose the identity of the master.

Be careful to find a telephone pole and hang it up.

"Don't mention that." Malfoy, cowering in the ground, spat out a mouthful of dirt.

"And your vest is off!"

"What?" Owen suddenly looked down, only to see that he was supposed to be wrapped in a riotous white robe, but he had changed back into ordinary Muggle clothes.

"This"

Could it be that the gaze of the Quetzalcoatl had cleared his illusion spell just now?

There is no vanity in the eyes of the gods?

Is it so domineering?

"It's you!" The boy of faith suddenly appeared before him, and Mr. Arnold Pisgood was first stunned, then ecstatic.

The drastic mood changes, and even a flush of red swelled up on his face.

"Well, there's no need to play."

Owen pursed his lips, slightly upset.

His head is full of all kinds of.

There are 100,000 wizards here.

The contradictions between countries are deep-rooted, if he can provoke each one again.

Roar, roar, roar!

The real Wizarding World War is about to begin!

But - now that it's recognized, it's not interesting.

As soon as the vest drops, the combat effectiveness drops by half!

There is also the risk of being taken into confinement by Dumbledore and used as a ruthless copying machine.

Forget it.

Anyway, the days are still long, and there will definitely be a chance in the future.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, the head of the Elven Liaison Office, took advantage of the sudden halt in the battle to cast a spell to pull Malfoy out of the dirt.

After all, it is the son of the gold owner's family, and he still has to respect the hand.

As for Mr. Arnold Pisgood, he was still looking at Owen expectantly.

As a reticent man, able to spend his entire life in the Department of Mysteries studying some kind of magic, Mr. Arnold Pisgood possessed all the qualities of a scholarly wizard.

Although one of the Malfoy family's funders, Arnold Pisgood spent all that money on his own research.

Compared to the more philistine wizards in the Ministry, he still has expectations for Hogwarts in his heart.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood had always felt that if Hogwarts could produce a few more wizards like Dumbledore, it would be a blessing both for Hogwarts and for his magical research.

That's why he looked at Owen with such fiery eyes.

"I said, sir, can you take away the look on your face that is expecting me to fight with that girl in the past?" Owen looked at the somewhat bald middle-aged wizard with a disgusted expression.

He was like most wizards who never stepped out of the wizarding world in their lives.

The Muggle costume he wore was comical and ridiculous.

A suit with autumn pants, a women's trench coat and a pair of high-heeled boots of several feet.

This one, Owen can only say that he understands fashion.

It's just that this kind of fashion, which is hundreds of years ahead of human beings, cannot be understood by modern mortals.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood was a little embarrassed by Owen's staring, and he immediately motioned to his two colleagues, one to call someone, and the other to ease the mood of the Ilvermorny witch.

"You're the rising star of the wizarding world!" He began by complimenting Owen.

Then he walked towards Owen with a face full of joy.

"Don't! I'm not, I don't, I can't even beat Malfoy over there. Owen said, pointing to the unkempt Malfoy over there.

Then he received a look of disdain from Draco.

"Why do you have an opinion?" Owen glared back. Then he glared at him and continued: "Is your kid itching, a little jumping today!" ”

“.”

Malfoy, who was stared at by Owen's oppressive eyes, did not dare to say anything more.

However, the mouth was not convinced, and the gray eyes still couldn't stop releasing considerable hostility.

"Ugh." Suddenly the Mr. Pisgood sighed.

"You don't know." He muttered.

"There will be a big event in the second half of the year, those people signed it, they agreed. Originally, the ministry thought that Hogwarts had a chance to win.

The British wizarding world has been under a hit these months.

You'd better pray for a Quidditch match tonight and the Irish team will win. After all, this is the last way I can see a way to rebuild the confidence of English wizards. ”

"The second half?" Owen raised an eyebrow, he naturally knew what was going to happen in the second half of the year.

It's just that to his surprise, looking at what Mr. Pisgood meant, this year's Triwizard Tournament is going to be renamed?

Could it be that Ilvermorny will also participate?

Forehead———— Owen looked sideways at the witch who had calmed down, there was such a possibility.

If he was the headmaster of Ilvermorny, if Dumbledore had sent an invitation, and there was such magical power among his students, then he would have agreed.

Both for the prestige of the school and for the future school admissions.

After all, compared to Bussebatons, who spoke French, and Durmstrang who spoke German, Ilvermorny, who was also in the English camp, was more attractive to English wizards.

If you can defeat the oldest and most prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry in Europe, Hogwarts, head-to-head in the game.

This pair, which has always been controversial - Ilvermorny is a pirated Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, is definitely a groundbreaking thing.

"You've been thinking too much about this, the little wizard at Hogwarts is still quite strong."

Owen said nonchalantly.

Strong fart - if he was still very confident in Cedric before, after all, his strength has improved rapidly in the past few years, but the sudden appearance of an Ilvermorny witch has to make Owen face reality.

Her strength is disconnected compared to the warriors of the other three European magic academies.

That girl has the advantage of crushing class.

Throughout Hogwarts, Irving didn't feel like anyone could beat her head-on.

Unless he himself goes on it.

"Really?" Mr. Pisgood muttered pessimistically, and he had serious doubts about it.

"Of course, you just need to remember that Hogwarts is number one in the world!"

Owen said lightly.

If it really doesn't work, he will go on it himself.

Anyway, the prize money for the Final Three-no-Final Four Tournament is still quite abundant, and this time it is definitely higher than in the original book.

It's easy to make extra money, and he's quite happy to do it.

"Boom !!"

Just as the two continued to chat without a word.

Suddenly, a violent explosion was heard in the distance.

"What's going on?" Mr. Pisgood frowned, and hurriedly left Owen and them, and walked in the direction of the sound.

"It looks like a little wizard at Hogwarts is fighting someone." Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge did not know what promises he had made to the girl.

In short, the Ilvermorny wizards who gathered together did not continue to move, and the surrounding Durmstrang wizards were afraid of the girl's strength, and they did not get enthusiastic anymore.

The battle here ended abruptly.

And as this side of the matter was over, it was quiet, and the distant explosion filled everyone's ears.

"Damn, don't they know how many Muggles have gathered outside?" Mr. Pisgood cursed, and hurried over.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, with Owen and Malfoy—for fear they would cause trouble again.

Walked over together.

(End of chapter)