"It's Hermione Jane Granger, a fourth-year Hogwarts student." He said lightly.

The obviously plain voice resounded like thunder in the ears of the people around him.

"Fourth grade?"

Neither Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge, nor Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge, who was in front of the Witch of Ilvermorny, or the adult wizards around him, thought it was ridiculous.

A strong sense of déjà vu that the world may be false is born.

They didn't believe that a little wizard in the fourth grade could have such terrifying powers.

But the scene happening in front of me is so real.

So they can only guess elsewhere.

What a pure-blood descendant!

What a famous wizard's illegitimate daughter!

What a witch of the ancient heritage!

In short, they are a powerful finger at Miss Granger.

But no one believed that it was a combination of talent and hard work.

It has to be said that this is a kind of sadness.

But it's realistic.

In fact, the Quetzalcoatl Protection Charm and lightning magic cast by the Witch Ilvermorny just now were equally terrifying.

And in comparison, her magic is a little more difficult.

But none of the wizards around him reacted so much.

Why?

Because the girl looked like the heir of a pure-blood family, with an ancient bloodline flowing through her body.

Yes, that's what most wizards in the wizarding world think in.

Even progressive wizards who say they respect Muggle-born wizards and want to give them more plans and support.

They didn't believe in their bones that Muggle-born wizards could achieve such brilliant things.

Even Ron, George, Fred - after learning that he himself was the heir to the Rozier family in France, they looked at him with a little less surprise.

It's as if wizards from ancient families should be so powerful.

And in order for Miss Granger to be able to serve as Minister of Magic in the future, Owen doesn't mind adding fuel to this rumor.

"Yes! She is the heir of Gryffindor, and Godric's blood runs through her. ”

"Hogwarts is one person and ten thousand people!"

Owen continues to fabricate false biographies for Miss Granger.

There are tens of thousands of wizards here, and it is believed that rumors of him will soon spread throughout Europe.

Even if she clarified it later, it wouldn't be of much use.

Friedrich Nietzsche said: There are no facts, only explanations.

Once a rumor is formed, it is like a drop of ink dripping into a glass of water.

Next, no matter how much clean water you pour into it, the ink is always there.

It's only going to get rarer.

Unless you pour out all the water in the cup.

Moreover, with the current rate of growth in Miss Granger's magical skills, she will only make this legend come true step by step.

"That's Granger?"

Draco, who had carved the glory of pureblood into his bones, looked up blankly.

Looking at the horizon, the dust formed a cloud, burned by the flames, and rolled and moved like golden gilt.

For a while, in his heart, something that he insisted on gradually collapsed.

"Why? A mudblood"

In a trance, he felt a tingling in his head, which was a stress response in his brain, and in order to convince himself, he had to start believing Owen's words.

He has been instilled since his first year the fact that Granger is the heir to Gryffindor

Maybe this kind of self-deception can make his heart feel a little better.

"Humph!"

Look at Malfoy's tangled face.

The corners of Owen's mouth rose slightly. His eyes were full of sarcasm and ridicule.

"Wait! Look, that giant - it doesn't seem to be in very good shape. ”

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

Owen also looked away.

High in the sky, the huge lava beast, the stone fragments that had been forcibly put together, began to form huge cracks.

The rifts are getting bigger and bigger, more and more.

In mid-air, there were even fiery meteors falling from the beast's body.

"Bang!!" stirred up dirt and sparks.

A few unlucky wizards, affected by the sparks, squeaked in pain.

"They can't hold on?" A slightly new voice came from beside him.

Owen looked sideways.

- It's the little beauty of Ilvermorny.

A colorful rose red modified robe. On the shoulders are draped robes with wings at the ends.

Her crimson eyes were extraordinarily bright red under the shadow of the flames.

Looking at Miss Granger from afar, her eyes, lips, throat, and whole body trembled slightly.

Like a critter about to be eaten by a predator?

I couldn't see the surprise of ordinary people between my eyebrows, but all excitement.

Owen half-stepped back.

He could clearly perceive that the girl was definitely a big problem.

Getting close to her can bring misfortune to yourself.

"Do you think so too?" Coldly, the girl suddenly turned to look at Owen.

It scared him.

"I can't hold on." Owen scratched his head and patted the dust on his handsome hairstyle.

"Hey, are all Hogwarts like that?" She looked at Owen intently, "I mean, it's all so. Isn't it amazing? ”

The corners of her mouth rose slightly. The long silver hair behind him swayed in the wind.

She spoke in a strange tone. There is a hint of surprise, as if you have seen a treasure, but there is also a bit of danger in this surprise. It's like an invisible iceberg beneath the sea.

"My name is Koyatl Stewart. Ilvermorny Academy of Magic and Wizardry, Seventh year of the Longhorn Water Serpent Academy. ”

"Owen Sanchez, Hogwarts Hufflepuff, fourth year."

"Fourth grade?" Koyatl's eyebrows were lightly furled, and his blood-red pupils shone with an indescribable light.

Owen saw her bite her lip slightly.

Her body trembled slightly, as if there was some kind of desire spreading, and she was suppressing it.

It's just that the process is unbearable.

"I'm curious." She said it halfway.

Even the lava that fell from above the sky didn't move her expression in the slightest.

"Are you and that Hermione in the distance? Is it familiar? ”

"Hermione Granger?" Owen realized the trouble, "Not familiar, not at all, she's from Gryffindor, I'm Hufflepuff, I haven't seen each other in months." ”

He wasn't lying, Owen hadn't seen Hermione in months—well—in her time.

The girl in front of him named Koyatl Stewart didn't look normal at first glance, he already had a girl with a bad head entangled, so he didn't want another one.

For the sake of their own ears.

Granger, I'm sorry!!

"Why don't you wear one with her—"

A tongue-sealing spell hit Malfoy's head and sewed his mouth shut.

"It's time for lunch, oh! You see, this time is so fast! Owen laughed.

"Okay, okay, go back to your own house, find your own mother, and look, our poor Mr. Magician employee, there are only a few hairs left on his head, and there is only this circle of hair left, let the family stay if they can!"

With that, Owen turned around and was about to leave.

It's not fun to watch anyway.

The Aurors are here, and the farce is over soon.

And that Koatl Stewart

He always felt that this surname, where had he heard it, Stewart?

Are there pure-blood families with this surname in Europe?

Haven't heard of it.

What about the United States?

He didn't know much about the American side, but most of the American wizards came from Europe.

I haven't heard of the Stewart family.

Could it be that he is lonely and unheard?

While Mr. Arnold Pisgood was stunned.

Owen turned sideways and ran towards the lava behemoth.

On the road, there is falling lava everywhere.

Fortunately, it was the height of summer, and the grass in the mountains was green and oily, and the moisture content was very high.

If it had been autumn, I am afraid that the mountain fires would have been ignited long ago.

I have to say that Miss Granger's magic is indeed very bluffing.

Even with the help of other young wizards, it was a bit too much to be able to transform such a huge creation.

But—the amount of magic consumed by this level of transfiguration magic is by no means something that a normal young wizard can have.

Without enough mana, it's like a levitation charm that levitates rocks and free-falls into enemies.

No wizard with a well-developed head would be attacked by such a large throwing stone.

Of course, the lava beast collapsed, and it could have been lava instead of stone.

There's a splash, so it's still a bit lethal - but not much, don't look at the current group of wizards, they're not stupid, they're just splashes of lava that can be resisted with a wave of a wand.

But anyway.

With the magical talent and great magic that Miss Granger is showing right now.

Owen can imagine how tomorrow's Daily Prophet will report on it.

Her life and her performances at Hogwarts will be reported in full view.

and her status as the heir to Godric Gryffindor.

It is believed that overnight, the British wizarding world will be in a boil.

She would become a celebrity known to all wizards like Dumbledore, Sirius, and Harry overnight.

The major media wanted to interview her, and the owl letters almost filled her home.

As the news continues to spread, Miss Granger may have many admirers all over the world.

After the departure of more than 100,000 wizards present, her name was recited around the world.

Hermione Granger is recognized by the wizarding world as the most promising young wizard and the future hope of the wizarding world.

Even considering the Final Four in the second half of the year, Hogwarts may usher in a wave of students.

Many foreign parents want to send their children to Hogwarts to study with Glenger, a rising star.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic's punishment may follow.

But thinking on his heels, it would definitely be a superficial punishment of thunder and rain, after all, Barty Crouch would not risk the world's condemnation to punish a talented British wizard.

Well, if Owen hadn't been involved at this time, such a future would have been a realistic trend.

"Let Miss Granger bear the honor!"

He walked briskly to the Hogwarts Wizards pile.

He saw Sirius, who was casting a spell to clean up the lava.

He saw Harry Ron and the others struggling to support themselves.

He saw that bean-sized sweat was pouring from Miss Granger's face.

Before it slipped down to his cheeks, it was already evaporated by the heat.

They were already in a difficult position at this point, because if they suddenly withdrew their mana, the lava would collapse and bury everyone.

"Think about the consequences next time you cast a spell!" He didn't have the courage to break into the crowd.

"Owen, quick. We're going to be unable to hold it anymore. Harry said in a choppy.

The tearing sensation of the magic pulling out of the flesh was like a pinprick in pain.

He endured it, but the pain continued as if it would last for 10,000 years. On the contrary, it is intensifying.

And he couldn't just let go.

"It's good, it's supposed to be exercised like this."

"I haven't been fighting for half a year, don't be rusty." Owen opened his mouth playfully, and his tone was as normal as everyday, "You're famous!" You know? ”

"Who the cares about this - hurry up!" Ron shouted irritably.

"I can't detect my arm anymore."

"It's okay, I can see that your arm is still there."

"No—it's the limit!" Percy's voice could be heard from the crowd, and he was also restrained by the demon-devouring beast.

"Owen !!" Harry's heart-rending voice rang out.

His expression was in a trance, and he roared, this was his last strength.

The next moment.

"Bang !!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of something crumbling in the sky.

Then the lava lost its restraint like the sea, and finally returned to the arms of gravity.

"No—it's too late."

Hermione's weak voice, like a pause in the story, was the bell for the end of everything.

She sat limply.

His eyes stared blankly at the lava beast that was about to collapse in the sky.

"I said—the protagonist hasn't appeared yet."

Owen had come to Hermione's side at some point.

He quickly lifted her to her feet.

Then he seemed to wrap his arms around her and raised her wand, but it was actually just a pretense, holding up his phoenix wand.

"I have a sudden hunch that I'm going to be in trouble if I come out, so I'll have to ask you, Miss Granger."

He teased into Hermione's ear.

In the flames, the figure of that year's love showed a sense of invisibility for others.

He had a smile on his face from start to finish.

Looking down at Miss Granger's face, there was that confidence, so shining.

It's as precious as a diamond.

At least for this moment, for this second, for Hermione.

"Make a wish, Miss Granger." Owen whispered.

The gray eyes are a reassuring, annoying, angry flirtatious light.

At this moment, the behemoth had disintegrated.

Starting from the legs, the marks of the cracks are lightning fast.

The sound of lava on the ground was already heard in their ears.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Bastard! You."

"Oh! Civilized language, Miss Granger. ”

above the earth. A spell rose into the sky.

The powerful magic of black and white seems to have directly tore through space to create a black hole.

Not even the light escaped the monstrous, distorted, disintegrating vortex of space-time.

"I've made a wish for you."

"Just let it all 'disappear'!"

(End of chapter)