Compared to the commotion on the little wizard's side, on the rostrum where the referee was located, Dumbledore and the professors and headmasters. Well-known scholars were also surprised by Koyatl's performance.

This level of magical control is far beyond the ranks of ordinary wizards.

It's hard to believe that a seventeen-year-old wizard can have such strength.

In particular, Old Deng, Grindelwald, and Professors Yulari who knew some inside information, they paid more attention to the magic that was far thicker and more continuous than ordinary people when she cast spells.

This kid is really different.

Even if it wasn't ancient magic, it was definitely a pretty rare ability.

And at this time in the venue.

The silver-haired Coratle sneered and rushed straight to the inner circle.

The lava behemoth she created moves quite quickly.

In three or two steps, it has reached the edge of the inner circle.

And by this time, Bakar had already put away his contempt, and with Cedric's golden egg thief, he was more cautious than ever.

"Roar!"

Almost immediately, the wave-like dragon's breath churned toward the lava behemoth that Koyatl had created.

The gilded flames were like a curtain, completely obscuring the witch's vision in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes were full of gold, and her blood-red eyes were dancing with flames.

The brilliance reflected her silver hair transparently, and her hair was wrapped in golden glow.

The sky-blue clothes let the soaring air waves blow and sway.

In a trance, the silver filaments turned into moonlight, and the clothes turned into stars, blending with the golden light, a match made in heaven, and there was more harmony in the confrontation.

"She's so beautiful!"

No one questioned Koyatl's countenance, and under Fleur, her appearance was the most beautiful the little wizards had ever seen.

Unlike Fleur's natural charm because of her blood, Koyatel's solitary, contemptuous look, coupled with her cold temperament, added a unique and fatal attraction to her.

It is undeniable that there are people who like this kind of arrogant girl.

Especially when she's pretty.

It's a pity that the Hogwarts little wizards she offended were too deep, and the strength of the current little wizards has increased greatly. So everyone is more bored with her.

People are like this, if the little wizards are weak and have no resistance in front of Koyatl, then the nature of humans to follow the strong will of course make the little wizards feel a lot better about her, and even lick dogs to become popular.

But when the little wizards have the strength to fight, and can even kill by surprise, then they are not so hot with Koyatl.

And who is licking is not licking!

Look at Miss Furong over there, she is more beautiful than you, and she has a good temperament.

And we at Hogwarts have our own arrogant little witches!

Isn't there a Miss Granger who can stand up to her!

Lo and behold—with a choice, Boyatle naturally has no way to gain favor in the hearts of the young wizards of Hogwarts.

The Hogwarts Wizards, who had the largest number of Hogwarts wizards in all the stands, only sighed at the beauty of the witch and her terrifying strength when they saw the beautiful performance like an oil painting.

And there is no respect in the bottom of my heart.

"Roar!"

Another dragon roar.

The sound woke up the gradually misused eyes of the little wizards around them.

And Koyatl is also quick to make a counterattack.

"All curses are over!"

Her left hand is located in her lower abdomen, and her five fingers are clenched. Although the eyes are fixed on the one ahead, the attention-the eyes are turned behind them, intentionally or unintentionally.

She commanded the puppets behind her.

The wand in his right hand stood flat in front of him, his body leaned back because of the heat wave, and in an instant, a world-famous painting was born, "The Creation of Adam".

Also golden, the tip of her wand sprouted a silky ribbon of light, like a god's feather belt.

It's fluttering, but it keeps the flames out.

"Oh God!"

This scene made many Muggle-born little wizards exclaim.

If they weren't shamans, they would definitely think it was an angel coming down and bowing down when they saw it.

It's amazing.

She—for some reason, suddenly had a strong religious tinge on her.

Like, there was a god who lowered his eyes of pity at her.

And if the inner words of this group of little wizards were heard by Owen, then he would tell everyone directly.

That girl, she-she-fucking really had a god behind her.

Or the main god of South America!

This time, the image of Quetzalcoatl had vaguely appeared behind her. That strangely heavy magic was flowing from the void to her wand.

This is the only way to support the end of all spells!

Bakar's dragon's breath is an ordinary flame!

I don't know how much bloodline is integrated into the body, the flame is viscous and hot, and it is not at all different from ordinary fire dragons.

A normal mantra may be useful, but you can't just sprinkle it all the way like a fountain!

That's the power of the gods!

"There's a problem, it's a problem!"

Just as Owen was thinking, he took the time to block the girl's wave and explore the depths.

The lava behemoth behind her finally made a move.

"Bang!"

The giant beast stepped on the inner wall and leaped high. It swung its massive lightning halberd into a pyramid twice its size.

"Click!" The sound of a huge rock cracking transforms the entire arena.

It was the painful howl of the pyramids.

It is full of musicality with violent aesthetics.

"Whew!" Some kind of air grinds against the solid wall, and a whistling sound comes from the mouth of the beast.

Then, in the countless pairs of eyes of the audience, the body of the lava behemoth began to disintegrate in pieces, and the resulting magma was like a downpour of rain towards Bakar.

"Roar?" Bakar was stunned, and the sound of his roar changed tone.

Although its scales are immune to most spells, that doesn't mean it can bathe in lava.

One is magic, the other is physics.

It can still be distinguished.

Then, dozens of feet later, the dragon subconsciously waved its wings, and Bakar wanted to use the hurricane with his wings soaring to blow away the lava that suddenly disintegrated.

And this is exactly what Koyatl is tacting.

The cracked stone pyramid is not only the stone that falls, but the golden egg falls with it.

Bakar is strong, but his head is not smart enough.

It's not that it's retarded, it's just like Justin, and its head rusts when it doesn't use it often.

It doesn't even think about why someone else would do it.

Especially when it has a quirky big sister head Shylock, it is even more reluctant to use its brains.

Justin ditto.

This led to Koyatel's crude plan, which succeeded at once.

Her wand flicked slightly.

Turning the fallen stone into a chain, she tossed it high and tied it directly to the golden egg, and then pulled it lightly, and the golden egg fell into her hand.

"It's-"

The little wizard who was looking forward to the battle between the human and dragon did not expect the game to end so quickly.

And—though Koyatl's battle was brilliant.

But like fireworks, in fact, she takes a very short time.

From the appearance to the golden egg, the whole process is only five or six minutes.

This is mainly due to the fact that the venue is too big, and the clothes she wears are not suitable for running, which causes the time to take a little longer.

Compared to Cedric, her challenge could be described as over in the blink of an eye.

"It's over! Warrior from Ilvermorny, Koyatl succeeds in the challenge! ”

Owen jumped out appropriately again.

With a wave of his wand, he stopped the struggling golem and soothed Bakar, who was still in a state of ignorance because it was happening too quickly.

And at the same time as him, there was also a purple robe, dressed in a gorgeous Dumbledore.

"Wait—" Owen hurriedly stepped forward to stop Old Deng.

Of course he knew what his grandmother was here for.

That's the Eternal Fire, the Flame of Ghublai!

Nobody cares, it's going to keep burning.

The other professors didn't know how to extinguish it.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to use this fire." He grabbed Dumbledore, and the two of them walked up to Boyatle together.

She waved her wand and washed her dusty clothes.

When he saw Owen coming, he set his eyes on Dumbledore.

- hehe - still so nobody.

Owen chuckled, and then said lightly: "The clothes are beautiful, but they just don't fit for the game." ”

Who will wear this dress?

"When you're strong enough, external objects are no longer an obstacle." She opened her mouth coldly, but her eyes didn't stop at all for a few minutes, "Do you have something to do with me?" ”

She said to Dumbledore.

“.” Hey!

The heart is better than the object, and the transcendent is holy, right?

However, your reaction is really not polite at all!

But Owen also knows that this proud girl still looks down on him!

He doesn't care, anyway, buddy is estimated to have been in contact with you for half a year in his life, and in the future, he will probably not have any contact with you in the future.

"I'm going to talk to you!" He patiently continued.

But the girl still ignored him.

A pair of blood-red eyes still fell behind Dumbledore.

Seeing this, the old principal smiled, his eyes showed a kind gaze, and he patted Owen's brain beside him, "My student has something to do with you." ”

"That's right. I heard that you are the president of the student council of Ilvermorny, what a coincidence, and so is he. ”

"I think you'll have a lot to talk about."

"Let's talk?" Koyatl's brows furrowed slightly, and his pupils flashed with casual contempt, "Did I do something?" Does it make you think I'm laid-back?

If it's okay, please get out of the way.

I have other things to do. I don't have time to talk to other people. She deliberately pronounced those two words very seriously, and that tone was already an undisguised mockery.

"Huh?" Owen couldn't help it immediately. He frowned. Bad eyes.

You look down on buddy, I can understand it, after all, buddy is not very famous, compared to Miss Granger, buddy is simply unknown.

But I'm Dumbledore by my side.

The greatest white wizard in the world, if you still speak in this tone, then it's not a personality. It's uneducated!

"Is it so uneducated? Is that what your mom taught you? ”

"Again." A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I shouldn't have assumed you had a mother. ”

"Get out of here!" The girl said. "Otherwise, it is death."

"Not really!" Owen glared at her, tilting his head, "You can't go until we have discussed whether or not your Schrödinger's mother exists." I'm with you—ah—oops—"

"Professor, why are you pinching me!"

He suffered a heavy blow to the shoulder, a sneak attack from Old Deng.

He coughed lightly a few times, and then kept signaling Owen to pay attention to his words, but he was a girl and a guest.

And Owen, he rubbed his shoulders, his face was painful, Gan - a man of more than a hundred years, his hands are still so strong!

It pinched his tendons.

Then, he held back the fire, and then said in a pretended low voice, "Excuse me—"

"Is your mother still alive?"

"If I arrange her like this, she won't be angry!"

"Oops! I'm sorry that I apologize to you in advance for what I was, is, and probably will say about your mother. ”

He's Owen Sanchez!

Weirder than yin and yang!

All the Hogwarts Wizards combined can't say anything about him.

“.”

Finally, Koyatl looked up, his blood-red eyes overflowing with anger and disdain, and nothing else.

And then — just when Owen thought she was going to have a big fight.

She suddenly shifted her steps, then reversed course and passed Owen.

There was no speech during the whole process.

Silent.

Walk past him in silence.

And silence is the greatest contempt.

"Hah!" He laughed angrily. "Interesting~" he said.

The sneer at the corner of his mouth intensified.

This girl really hasn't suffered much!

That being the case—

"Huh-"

Owen immediately raised his wand.

In the next second, the eternal fire around him, as if he had been inspired, suddenly shook wildly, turned into a tornado, and then slammed towards him.

And Koyatl, who felt the sudden heat behind him, also stopped and turned back silently.

Then she saw that the wand that Owen was clutching tightly in his hand was shining with a dazzling blue light, and the eternal fire was like a magnet for positive and negative poles, converging towards his wand without hesitation, and finally at the tip of the wand, it disappeared into nothingness.

"And now?" He sneered.

The gray eyes suddenly became deep and dark.

Lips squirm up and down slightly.

It's like chanting some kind of spell.

Then Koyatl suddenly noticed that the light around her was dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Then darker.

It was as if someone had peeled off a cocoon, and the light was smeared with a layer of black ink.

She suddenly felt the soles of her feet go limp.

Wait for her to lower her head.

In an instant, the mirror image of the vestibule that seemed to be hell was naked in front of her.

It was a large hall with an extremely large area.

Looking up, there are probably hundreds of round glass storage jars scattered here.

In each glass storage jar, there was a withered corpse.

They stared at her with eyes that were almost falling out.

His rotten jaws collided up and down, as if he was talking, but there was no flesh and blood, and he lacked a vocal voice, so he couldn't make a sound no matter how he breathed.

Before she could react, she felt a sudden sinking again.

This time, she went deep into the inner court of hell.

in a new room.

A skeleton spread all over the ground. It's almost impossible to get your feet down.

On the walls, on the floor, there was a viscous, dark green liquid everywhere.

In that disgusting pile of slime, there were black and red pieces of flesh and blood. The skeletons were covered in all sorts of worms. A suffocating stench filled the room.

The witch retreated, her face bloodless. The trembling teeth bit their lips lightly. A pair of blood-red eyes glared at the boss.

Koyatl only felt a little black in front of her, she knew that this was a precursor to fainting, how she wished she could pass out at this moment, to be able to escape this hell for a while, but unfortunately she couldn't.

The shimmering light flickered, and the center of the room was densely packed with all kinds of human bones, old, young, male and female. And it's as if it's a slaughterhouse used by the devil to torture mortals.

The poor fellows, they were forced to huddle together, round after circle. The mountains were stacked on top of each other, forming a hill made of bones.

They're singing!

Sing your heart's content!

"Why-what-is-you!"

"I—no—willingly—willingly!"

"We—not reconciled!"

The blasphemous sound of a knife cutting through glass rang in her ears.

"Get out of here, get out of !!"

Her tense nerves finally couldn't bear the fear in front of her anymore. She ran like crazy towards the opposite side of the Mountain of Bones.

As she left, the hall shattered like shattered glass.

But the blasphemous voice followed me. The piercing voice sounded inexplicably magnetic and pathetic to her.

It was like coming from beyond the galaxy, on the other side of time, in that dark hall, at the end of everything.

In the kaleidoscopic reality where light and shadow meet, the ultimate fear gradually emerges.

"Why are you.. Still.. Don't die? ”

"Why are you. Can you live? ”

"Ah!!h

The screams before death, like erupting blood, frantically came out of her mouth.

The corpses, trembling, crawled up, and walked towards her step by step like walking corpses.

With each step, a piece of maggot-covered flesh and bones falls.

"Don't come here! Stay back! ”

Koyatl retreated in horror, the usual spell that had entered her veins, but she had forgotten about it.

"Click!"

She tripped over something, and it was a leg bone.

Then she subconsciously looked at the empty glass storage pipe on the right, and saw an iron plate with a name engraved on it, rusty and stained with bright green moss.

"Koyatl?"

She mechanically pronounced the name on the iron plate.

The eye fell on the glass of the storage pipe.

In the glass storage tube, which was originally empty, there were suddenly more people.

"Ahh

The girl screamed.

In Koyatl's sight, the man in front of him was a beautiful girl with blood-red eyes, a tall man, a pale face, and finely carved facial features.

And she was looking at herself with a sneer.

No, it's not.

That's her face.

Koyatl touched her cheek in horror, only to find that at some point, there was an iron plaque on her chest, which was rusty, but it was clearly written - "Koyatl".