"Armor protection!"

"The flames are blazing!"

"Broken bones!"

In the next second, the magic spell was like a rapid cannon, and a magic bombardment was directly staged in the auditorium.

Like firecrackers, a series of explosions stunned the little wizards of other schools around them.

Regular spells like the Disarming Charm can be used by almost everyone.

And more advanced magic, such as the golden hook upside down, there are many people, especially the Slytherins, almost all of whom are proficient in this spell.

It's not hard to imagine that Snape must have taught them.

The auditorium spiraled out of control.

The touring group, led by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, was sitting on a bench in the corner, watching the lively stage play with relish.

- Let's applaud Justin, who has received a tenth of Irving's true biography, to give you a detailed description of the current battle situation.

"Ah~"

"Oh!"

"Hey!"

"The snake courtyard is deflated!"

"Lion Courtyard Blue Pond!"

———— stopped———— it seemed that Justin had not mastered the true biography of the great Dark Lord Mr. Sanchez, who had been with the king all day long, but had not been contaminated with the slightest bit of the king's demeanor, which was really another kind of power.

Well—on the other hand, let me see the young lady named Cho Chang, who was hiding in the Ravenclaw pile, gave her an account of the battle.

Oh! Look at her, there was a sparkle in her black eyes.

A strange smile was drawn on the white face.

There are clouds in ancient books - the Lion Courtyard has great powers, and the Snake Courtyard has high skills.

The rod is on fire, and the ruins and broken trees are floating in the sky.

The snake hall is in front of the door, and the lion's feet are on the wooden table.

A rod slashes the evil lion to protect the school, and a sword picks a poisonous snake to show heroism.

Two are spitting clouds and mist, and two are spitting fragrance.

Fought back and forth three hundred times, and the ceiling of the auditorium was darkened with a bright moon. The main hall is dim!

——————

There is a real martial arts under the rostrum here.

There was a lot of commotion on the rostrum.

Different from the original books, whether it is the Two-Face in the first grade, the Chamber of Secrets in the second grade, or the Azkaban in the third grade, it has no effect on other countries.

Sirius's reputation is greater, and some countries in Europe may know about it.

But after all, it has no impact, at most it is just a conversation after dinner.

But now it's different – since the Dead swept across Europe, the nerves of the situation on all sides have been stretched to the limit, and the slightest external force can break it.

When Dumbledore pronounced the name 'Hermione Granger', anyone in their lower heades realized that a conspiracy was looming over them.

There were all the deans of the major magic academies here, and no one wanted to put their students in danger.

On the other hand, Dumbledore really regretted it!

The moment he saw Miss Granger's name, his brow furrowed.

He should have allowed Owen to play, at least if he was on the field, and things would have room to maneuver.

"Albus!" Professor Julari stood up and looked at Dumbledore solemnly, "We have to suspend the game. ”

On the other side, Madame Orim Maxim also immediately stood up.

Her tall figure slammed into the faculty desk.

With a sudden shock, the silver plates and wine glasses on the table were overturned, and Professor Flitwick was almost overturned because he was leaning on the table.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Mrs. Orim Maxim.

Her reaction was a little too big.

But in reality - Mrs. Orim Maxim also has her own reasons.

As a major European country, the backbone of the Federation. During this time, the French Ministry of Magic was exhausted and put out fires throughout Europe.

There is really nothing they can do about the dead but to imprison them in a certain area through magical seals.

The most important reason she was able to agree to Dumbledore's resumption of the tournament was because she wanted to maintain her friendship with Hogwarts and the greatest White Wizard.

But now, for now, even though Hogwarts has two of the most powerful wizards in the world, what does it mean that the enemy can still play such tricks?

Shows that Hogwarts is not very safe either.

"Dumbledore!" Barty Crouch jerked to his feet, his eyes looking directly at Dumbledore, "You know the rules, you can't stop a game once it starts. ”

He wouldn't allow the tournament to be suspended.

The reason is the same as the World Cup!

Britain needs such a gala.

"Humph!"

In the faculty seat, on the very edge of the seat, the white-haired Grindelwald looked at him with a sneer, "Rules? ”

"What rules?"

"A cup makes you nervous like this? A man like you can be the Minister of Magic? ”

"You!" Barty Crouch turned her head sharply to look at him, and her voice stopped abruptly.

He blushed and wanted to say something, but for a long time he didn't dare to say even a word more in front of the most dangerous dark wizard in history.

"Stains!" Seeing this, Moody immediately let out a short sneer.

If you bully the soft and fear the hard, you dare to show your teeth to your own people.

He didn't have a crush on Barty Crouch, and if it weren't for his genius 'strategic' Aurors, there would never have been such a big casualty.

"Go on, Albus." Grindelwald said blandly, a pair of heterochromatic pupils burst out with a dangerous divine light, and his cold face slightly outlined a raised mockery. "Let the game go on, Durmstrang will be there."

"I want to see what other means those clowns have to jump off the beam!"

On the podium, Dumbledore withdrew Grindelwald's gaze.

That's what he actually meant.

The one chosen by the Goblet of Fire is actually making a pact with it, an ancient and powerful pact that no one has broken for hundreds of years.

In other words, those warriors must compete.

If tournaments are stopped at this time, then something bad may happen.

"Hermione Granger !!"

Dumbledore's voice lingered in the Great Hall, but the little wizards underground were busy fighting and no one responded to him.

Only Ron and Harry pulled out and shouted at Dumbledore, "She's not in the Great Hall. ”

"We haven't seen her anywhere since morning."

Hearing this, Dumbledore understood.

Immediately, all the professors and presidents got up and walked straight into the next room.

They still have a lot of arguments to finish.

As for the little wizards' commotion - let him go, he'll stop when he's tired anyway.

——————

On the other side, Owen and Hermione, who had just stepped out of the principal's office, were walking up the spiral staircase, exhausted and struggling.

He offended the Sorting Hat too hard.

The broken hat was reluctant to spit out the Gryffindor sword. Not even if Granger was a real Gryffindor.

Angry Owen almost wanted to tear it up.

The dogs had been pestering him for hours, and Dean Bridged Weasley had been giving them no help the whole time.

She is an examiner and cannot help the candidates.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the little thing finally got a little sleepy, this legendary magic prop, after so many years, its energy was long gone, and Owen, who had seized the opportunity, fired a powerful confusion spell to make it spit out the Gryffindor sword.

Although his confusion spell only lasted for a few seconds.

But he had the timing right.

Miss Granger passes the first hurdle of the exam questions left by Godric.

As for what the prize was, Owen didn't know, he only saw Dean Bridged smile and stick a glowing metal bottle out of the mirror and hand it to Granger.

and tell her that in the principal's office, there is a magical item that can open the secret in the bottle.

He guessed it was a memory.

Use the meditation basin to see the information inside.

To be honest, no matter what Hermione obtained, he was not surprised, after all, the underground chamber had been around for so many years, and it was estimated that there were countless hidden treasures, and it was possible for her to obtain anything.

"I'm going back to my dorm and getting some sleep." On the spiral staircase, Owen had a nervous breakdown as he rubbed his swollen head. There are those who have air out but no air in.

After scolding that hat for so long, can you not get tired?

And Hermione, who was following behind, although she also looked very tired, she had an inexplicable smile on her face.

The Sorting Hat was returned to her office, along with two Gryffindor swords.

Although the process was difficult, (she was mainly responsible for watching Owen and the Sorting Hat spit fragrant at each other.) But the results are still pleased.

"Let's go eat first!" She said.

"I feel like we've forgotten something very important."

"Important?" Owen glanced back at her dejectedly.

At this time, the two had already walked to the door of the auditorium.

The sound of the tsunami inside rushed into their ears like a wave.

"Oh! Tonight we will elect Warriors representing the four schools. Hermione suddenly remembered that her memory shouldn't have been so bad, and there was reason to believe that it was cognitive impairment caused by low blood sugar caused by hunger.

It certainly won't be because of being with Owen.

"It's all this time, I guess they've already finished dinner." Owen reached out and pushed open the door to the auditorium.

"Damn, what's the ghost in there?"

————

"Harry be careful!!" Ron yelled.

The tip of the wand glowed with a blue-white light, and the armor born in the void immediately took effect, wrapping Harry's back.

Under a red curse, the armor vanished.

"Well done, Ron!" Harry nodded approvingly at Ron, then spun around quickly, and with a gray petrification spell, pinned the little Slytherin wizard who dared to attack him against the wall.

Then the two leaned together quickly, one after the other, waving the spell in their hands so loudly that the spell in the sky could not be close.

Even Professor Flitwick would have cursed him shamelessly at that tricky angle.

But even then, they couldn't beat the Harrow bike combination.

Maybe it's tired of passive defense.

Harry after shattering a disarming charm.

Holding the wand in both hands, he slammed it to the ground, then waved it vigorously, spreading his arms. "Yikes!"

He screamed, and half of the Great Hall's tiles trembled.

Then, as if out of gravity, they were suddenly untied like a quilt.

Countless floor tiles weaved into a large net, whistling towards Slytherin's heavy duty.

Seeing this, the snake courtyard also reacted quickly.

Several bursting spells collided directly with the stone net.

With a "boom", the stone bricks were blown apart.

The splattering stones smashed the heads of several unlucky people and bleed.

Sitting with the Slytherins at this time, the little wizard of Durmstrang had long since sat around Ravenclaw, like the wise Hufflepuffs.

The difference is the expression on their faces.

The Hufflepuffs looked indifferent, and the Durmstrans stared in shock at what was happening in front of them with jaw-breaking stares.

The fight of hundreds of people is spectacular.

In particular, the dueling qualities displayed by the young wizards of Hogwarts are amazing!

"Help!" Ron yelled.

Then the young wizards of the Lion Courtyard also reacted.

Transfiguration was blessed and the stone bricks turned into chains, threatening to wipe out the Slytherins.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly became clear.

Anyone could tell that the Slytherins seemed to be falling behind.

Eventually, under intense pressure, someone in Slytherin lost his mind.

Immediately afterward, someone was heard shouting, "Divine Blade is without a shadow!" ”

In an instant, an indiscernible blade split the chain and struck straight towards Harry Potter.

"Harry, be careful!"

Originally, the blade was invisible, but as it split the chains, the dust around it set off its figure, which made Harry immediately aware of the danger.

He struggled to flash to his right.

The spell passed like a meteor and headed straight for the auditorium gate.

——————

"Damn, what's the ghost in there?"

Owen pushed open the auditorium door.

And then - it was found that someone was going to murder him.

The blade was less than a few feet away from him.

In the flash of lightning, he immediately cast a spell without a wand, "Sanchez Force Field!" "Deflect that deadly spell.

"Click"

An unpleasant sound of blades slashing on wood reached his left ear.

Looking sideways, Owen saw a deep mark left on the door of the auditorium.

Penetrate the wood at least an inch deep.

The poor door was broken.

As if the pause button had been pressed in the auditorium, the disputing little wizards turned their heads to look at the door.

Silence - The scene fell into a deathly silence.

And Owen, as the protagonist, just turned his head and looked at the scars on the wooden door.

After a long time, I came back to my senses.

He had no words.

Just silent, walking across the scarred auditorium floor.

There was no floor here, and every foot he had stepped on the dirt.

The wet dirt made a muddy 'lattice lattice' sound with each step he trampled.

The sound—like stepping on flesh and corpses.

The air was condensing, and an inexplicable pressure hung over the auditorium.

Sticky and breathless.

But Owen never spoke.

Everywhere he passed, the little wizards on either side spontaneously moved out of the way.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

Owen walked towards the podium step by step.

After he took the final step, he walked to the podium.

Then he turned to face the little wizards and just looked at them.

Still silent.

———— Owen's identity was uneasy for the young wizards.

The suffocating silence gradually turned into a noise.

They couldn't help but want to make some noise to break the suffocating silence.

But no matter what they did, the figure responded with silence. Terrible silence.

Owen even had time to tidy up his clothes.

Brush the dust off the robe.

The crowd does not understand the power of silence.

They are scared – afraid of the unknown.

And that's exactly what Owen wants.

It's been a long time.

Owen took a deep breath.

"Whew~~~"

There was a hint of silence.

"Are you trying to rebel?" His flat voice exploded through the auditorium like a moment of thunder.

The seemingly weak voice pierced the hearts of the little wizards like a sharp knife.

Many people subconsciously shuddered at the voice.

The thought of 'going to be finished' was born in everyone's hearts.

"Over there—" he pointed to the back of the original Slytherin table, "where there was a print, probably from 1550. ”

"Were any of you born in 1550?"

Owen asked flatly.

No one dared to answer.

They all bowed their heads, as if a golden galleon had grown from the ground beneath their feet.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin deduct two hundred points!" He said, "Everybody's locked up in the auditorium tonight. ”

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw too, don't ask why, aren't you all part of Hogwarts? Won't you stop it? ”

"What a loss of Hogwarts' thousand-year-old reputation!"

"Humph!"

"I think you're just energetic, and you have nowhere to vent!"

"That's just right, don't sleep tonight!" His voice raised step by step.

Until the last sentence is finished, there is no doubt about it.

The Hogwarts wizards in the entire hall stood trembling in place.

In theory – Owen has no right to punish the whole school.

Although he is the president of the student council, he can only deduct points and confinement individual students, and punish all students, except for Dumbledore, only Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal, has this power.

But—and what's interesting is that Owen's prestige at the castle is extremely high.

Unless Dumbledore explicitly objected to his punishment, the young wizard would have agreed to it

Coincidentally, today's matter, the old principal will definitely not object.

At this time, there were no more professors on the podium.

They all followed Headmaster Dumbledore to the small house next door.

No one dared to contradict him at this time.

Unless he doesn't want to mess around at Hogwarts.

"Also—" He stood on the podium, his hands resting on his back, his head slightly raised, his eyes downward, looking down at the Great Hall, "Gryffindor and all the Slytherin wizards, each fined two Galleons. ”

"Before noon tomorrow, hand over the money to the prefects of each academy."

"Damage to school property. Where is there anything that does not require compensation? ”

"It's the other way around."

After reprimanding the lawless guys, Owen returned to the Hufflepuff bench.

He sat next to Hannah.

Then stared at the long empty table.

In an instant, a belly fire came out again.

"Looks like the elves want to rebel too!" His slender fingers rested lightly on the long table, his fingertips tapping back and forth, and the sound of 'dong dong' was incessant.

"Excuse me—where's my dinner tonight?"

(End of chapter)