In the face of such a brave opponent, if there was a human wizard or other intelligent creature standing in front of her, she might have turned around and run away.

It's a pity that Hermione's opponent is not a wizard, but a magic golem.

They don't know what fear is in their hearts of steel.

The only magic golem watched as she slowly walked into Hermione. It was just mechanical, and after completing the action of replacing the longbow, the azure longbow magic automatically dissipated, and then, it picked up the big sword beside it, performed its sword skills, and rushed straight over.

"Except for your weapons!"

The vine wand flicked a red glow, and the spell struck the golem's wrist with a powerful blow, snatching its greatsword away.

Then in the same maneuver, Miss Granger took control of her greatsword, slashed it round, and slashed it off with a single sword.

"Boom!"

The puppet that fell to the ground kicked up a cloud of smoke.

Simple—brutal—and full of violent aesthetics.

The dust washed away the broken hair on her forehead, and the brown hair danced wildly in the wind.

The robes on his body were also blown and whirred.

This—everyone looked at the witch wordlessly, as Professor Flitwick insisted that the spell should be like a scalpel, precise and ruthless, and in Hermione's body, all the aesthetic expressions that modern wizards have to do are vividly displayed.

In her, you can clearly see why the ancient warlocks are lonely.

"Well done." No matter what other wizards say, Professor Fred will definitely give Hermione a high score for her performance, although he is not a judge, he can give Hermione extra points!

On the field, in addition to Professor Flitwick, such as Snape and Professor Moody are also among them.

As the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Moody's worldview has completely collapsed and rebuilt countless times during this time, and this time he has undoubtedly collapsed again.

Whether it was Cedric or Ilvermorny's Koatle, the powerful magical prowess of these rising stars made him feel absurd, and the unreal feeling made him sincerely think that this might be a dream.

In fact, this is also very understandable, the performance of the little wizards has a huge confrontation with his original worldview, and the brain activates the protection mechanism, which makes his spirit a little confused.

As for Snape, the better Miss Granger played, the darker his face became.

Because of the four major houses of the school, before you know it, they Slytherin seem to be at the bottom.

This is something he can't stand anymore.

Of course, he won't show his dissatisfaction, especially at this time, with wizards from other schools present, it's hard to say later.

Finally, our Professor McGonagall!

She giggled from the podium and excitedly exchanged words about the rising star of her house with the famous wizards around her.

Especially Ms. Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She had heard the name Hermione Granger seven times from Professor McGonagall in two minutes.

Every time she said that, Ms. Maxim's face darkened a little.

She was prescient about such an outcome.

Two years ago, when the young witch who had just graduated from her second year was able to crudely cast spells without a wand, she knew that Hogwarts was about to have a great wizard again.

Fleur is excellent, it's obvious, and even due to the stimulation from two years ago, which made her study spells even harder, the progress is visible to the naked eye.

However, the gap between her and the Hogwarts witch is also widening rapidly.

It's not because she's not good enough, it's just that there are some wizards who are destined not to be compared to ordinary wizards.

On the other side, from the slope of the inner ring wall, Hermione walked up step by step.

Her battles are thrilling, but they are full of rhythm, and everything is under her control.

It's time – to deal with the fire dragon Bakar.

Hermione looked up.

Look at the dragon that was both familiar and strange to her.

"I thought you'd never grow up!" She clenched her wand and stood for it.

Then, the sudden sound of breaking the air in her ears made her subconsciously turn her head and raise her wand.

"Zheng!"

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

A large sword pressed against Miss Granger's side.

The sword was embedded in the rock wall of the pyramid.

The stones cracked and splashed.

The little wizard in the stands turned his head almost at the same time as Hermione.

I saw that in the venue, whether it was a puppet that was beheaded, or it was inserted into the ground, or it was controlled.

They all glow with a faint blue glow.

Then, the metal on the puppet's body squirmed as if it had come to life, and then the half-kneeling one slowly got up, its metal body, as if it were spitting, spit out the big sword inserted in it.

And the beheaded, its head turned into countless broken metal fragments, and the fragments regathered on the neck, intact.

Those who are controlled burst into dazzling light, and then a repulsive force dispels all the spells on them.

"Don't worry! Miss Granger. ”

In the wind, Owen's joking voice came.

He was sitting on a protruding rock, his legs meditating, holding a wand and a little silver light, which was ancient magic that ordinary wizards couldn't see, he was like a delicate puppeteer, and with a slight flick of his wand, he controlled the whole situation.

"These puppets can't be killed!" His voice was soft, but it easily got into her ears.

Hearing this, Miss Granger frowned slightly, instinctively, she sensed a danger approaching.

What does that guy want to do, Owen!

She didn't know, but that didn't stop her from preparing right away!

"The treasure chest is flying!"

Hermione on the city wall didn't hesitate.

She raised her wand and shouted.

Suddenly, in the stands, a box suddenly flew into the crowd of Gryffindors.

Volley, Miss Granger flicked her wand slightly, and the treasure chest suddenly opened.

Then a dirty, unwashed hat fell off.

And that's not what she wants.

Miss Granger held her left hand high, and a little light flashed in her hat, and then there was a "whoosh", accompanied by a crisp sword groan, and the Gryffindor sword appeared, landing right on her left hand.

Then with a flick of her wand, the chest began to morph rapidly, transforming into an eagle and snatching the Sorting Hat in mid-air.

Back in the stands.

This is what Professor McGonagall has earned her.

is a symbol of her Granffindor heir.

"What's that?"

On the city walls, Miss Granger stood in the wind, the killing wind blowing through her body, her wand in one hand and the sword of Gryffindor in the other, like the Valkyrie of Celtic mythology, King of the Kingdom of Shadows.

Not all the young wizards recognized the Gryffindor Sword.

It should be said that few people recognize this sword at all.

Except for a few mischievous imps who have ever entered the Headmaster's office, such as George and Fred, Harry, Ron, who has ever seen that long sword?

"It's the Gryffindor Sword!" George said excitedly, a pair of eyes staring at the long sword in Hermione's hand, and he was stunned for a moment.

That is the highest honor of the Lion House, and legend has it that it is the real Gryffindor who is recognized by the sword.

"That's right, we've seen it in the principal's office."

"I've seen it too, on a shelf in the wall, with the Sorting Hat." Harry recognized the sword, too.

"Hermione, she-"

Everyone was speechless at this point.

Although there are various rumors that she is the heir of Gryffindor, everyone who gets along with her day and night does not really believe it.

Hermione, after all—she was like a Ravenclaw until third year.

Isn't it rumored that she has been endorsed by Rowena Ravenclaw in second grade?

But now - when she has a sword in her hand, all rumors have become true, and no one has objected to anything anymore.

From that second, she was the heiress of the real Gryffindor.

"Jump!"

It was the sound of the earth cracking.

In the next second, in the midst of everyone's exclamations, five magic puppets, each holding a sword, stabbed straight from five directions in the sound of the earth's crying.

The atmosphere of slaughter was thick and the pressure was overwhelming.

But not everyone panicked and couldn't find the north.

Courage is a very precious thing, but it is very coincidental that the girl who holds the sword has this most scarce quality.

"Soul—"

Miss Granger, holding her wand, and the next second, a bright blue light, like a sliding star.

In that vast cosmic light, the entire galaxy shimmered.

Azure danced at the tip of her staff.

It was Galaxy who stretched out its inviting hand and caressed Hermione's hand as it held her wand.

And then the starlight was even greater!

Bright, like the sun, restless magic rippled around her. Her entire body rippled in a sea of blue magic.

"Riptide!"

Just flat push.

It's like simply pushing open a door.

In the next second, the meteor that destroyed the dinosaur pierced the air.

It was as thick as a giant tree in the Forbidden Forest that could only be embraced by three people, whistling, as if it could tear apart all the illusions in the world, and it only swallowed the five puppets in an instant.

"Buzz~~~~"

Torrents of magic continued to ravage the metal golems, making a long chime like a bell.

In the shocked and numb eyes of countless wizards who were already speechless, the reality of the puppet being vaporized like smoke and dust was reflected.

Quiet –

No cheers, no applause, no exclamations.

The only thing that was quiet was the sound of the wind.

"Experienced timing."

Looking at the huge chasm in the field that had been blasted open more than a dozen feet wide, and I don't know how many feet long, Owen rested one hand on his cross-legged lap and looked at Hermione with a smile on his face.

In fact, when he taught her the magic of the Beginnings, Owen didn't want it, and Hermione used it as some kind of hole card.

You must always remember that what has been eliminated by the times must have its flaws.

The biggest flaw of Origin Magic is that it takes too long to cast.

Don't look at Owen himself as if he can cast spells casually, but—that's him, with the blessing of ancient magic, Owen is not universal as a reference.

In fact, it would take at least five seconds or more for a normal wizard to cast this spell.

Five seconds - Harry can cast four and a half disarming spells, leaving the remaining half a buffer for the disgrace.

When you work hard to learn this spell, you will find that you have five seconds that are enough to be gnawed by someone else's Avada five times, five times!!

So that's why the magic is going to disappear after all.

Owen was worried that if Hermione used the spell as if she were using it normally, it would be interrupted.

But judging from just now, her combat talent is not low, and the timing of casting spells is very good.

It is exactly the interval between the resurrection of the golem and the impact of it.

"But!"

Owen raised his little hand.

A metal hurricane followed, blowing from all sides of the site.

Stacking on top of each other, colliding with each other, playing a nameless symphony.

In the next second, the puppet came back to life, as always.

"It's—" Miss Granger stared blankly around the chasm in the field, and the hill-like giant revived again.

"Oh! My dear Miss Granger, I don't lie, they really come back to life indefinitely. ”

A boy, the fluttering voice reached Hermione's ears at the right time, just when she was nervous.

Will it be resurrected?

Hermione was slightly stunned.

Then she looked at the golems who had pounced on her again.

A little chill appeared, and the sword slashed through the void.

At this moment, it finally showed the power of the legendary magic item.

I saw a blazing flame burst out like a scorching flame tornado towards the puppet.

At this time, after she passed the first trial of Gryffindor, the reward she received, the first reward given by Lagodric's guy, was a complete set of 'sword skills'.

Let's just say it's very Gryffindor.

On top of that, Hermione also got some 'truths' about the sword, which made her reward a bit useful.

The Gryffindor Sword, crafted by the elves, is a purely magical weapon.

It is a reference to the legendary sword of King Arthur, the Sword of the Chosen King, and the Sword of the Stone.

The Sword has certain qualities in common with the Sword in the Stone, such as the fact that only a true Gryffindor can draw a sword.

Except for the legendary Sword of the Lake, the second sword given to Arthur by the Fairy of the Lake is also in the reference of the elves.

Legend has it that the sword in the stone that Arthur drew when he was young because of the choice of king broke when he was in a duel with a man due to a battle against chivalry, and King Arthur, who lost the holy sword, was very remorseful.

Merlin led him to the sacred lake, where the nymph held a sword in her hand and lifted it out of the water.

He received Excalibur, the holy sword known as the "Sword of Kings", from the Nymph of the Lake. (EX Curry Stick.)

Crafted by the elves in Avalon, this sword is forged from gold, the hilt is set with gems, and because its blade is sharpened like clay, it is named "Excalibur" (meaning "broken steel" in the ancient Celtic language).

King Arthur, armed with this sword, won twelve important battles in ten years.

Gryffindor himself is a lover of legends.

The Gryffindor Sword also has a blessing effect on certain special types of magic.

It's a bit similar to the Elder Wand, and in any case, maybe Godric Gryffindor also wanted his sword to live down as a legend like King Arthur's sword.

And today, he is almost on the verge of success.

The flames burned, forming a huge tornado that danced on the blade.

It's like the legendary sword of the king, its Wind King Enchantment.

And with Miss Granger's swing, the tornado poured down, directly destroying all the enemies in front of them.

And that's not Miss Granger's purpose.

When she knew that these puppets could be resurrected for no reason, she was no longer obsessed with killing them completely.

Just Gryffindor's magic. It's just to block the puppets.

The spell she really wants to cast is still to come.

"Oh my God!"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the game!"

"Harry, come and see God."

In the stands, the noise finally overshadowed the silence.

Justin is even more sassy, probably studying under Owen.

"What kind of magic is that!" The little wizards stared blankly.

Holding it against the backdrop of the flames, the figure glowed red.

For a moment, they couldn't say anything but marvel.

On the rostrum, the presidents and professors also fell silent one after another.

That kid - where did she learn so many powerful spells?

Especially the officials of the Ministry of Magic and the members of the Federation who did not know the truth on the side, their eyes had changed from expectation to horror when they looked at Miss Granger.

Which was the last such good Hogwarts wizard?

I think it's the one who doesn't have a nose!

And now—they don't think those spells are all white magic.

Such a powerful black wand, which is more than the wizards of De Strong would have.

Unable to help but focus their eyes on the man named Grindelwald, who was sitting next to Dumbledore.

"Is this the legendary source magic?" The old headmaster was in high spirits, he had seen Owen cast this spell, but as mentioned above, Owen had no reference value in casting spells.

When a caster other than Owen appeared, Dumbledore's interest was piqued this time.

Research interests.

This is the oldest spell in the legend, a long-standing origin magic, a destruction spell created by a human wizard observing a meteor.

Whether it's for both historical and magical reasons, this spell needs to be studied.

"Don't you wonder how that kid knows so many spells?" Beside him, Grindelwald's voice reached Dumbledore's ears.

"I'm not curious." He smiled in response.

"Everyone has their own secrets, and it's not the magic that matters, it's the direction the wand is aimed at." Dumbledore went on to say, "Choosing to be a good person is more precious than any spell. ”

"I'm afraid that other people are not as great as you." His grandfather's voice was very flat, but there was a certain suppressive force in the flatness, and he looked around.

Eventually, his eyes were locked on the corner of the stands, on two diminutive men in black robes.

"yes!" The old headmaster sighed, "People! Always choose between right and easy. ”

The other side.

The corner of the venue. Owen looked at the sword in Hermione's hand with interest.

Another powerful magic item.

And—"Engraved an ancient spell on the sword, and so activated to counteract the sorcerer's forward swing in casting spells, I have to say, it was a genius idea." ”

He praised.

He can't borrow Fleur's Infinity Gauntlet, but he can always play with Granger's sword!

Owen then proceeded to use his ancient magic, controlling his five knights against his great demon named Hermione Granger.

"Lose - this soul game is really difficult to play, and the boss is really difficult to beat! Dude has hung up so many times. ”

Owen had a playful expression.

And just when he was about to make persistent efforts to get some Granger bosses in one go.

Mutations arise.

It was the mist—the vine wand in Miss Granger's hand, spitting out pitch-black, star-studded smoke.

Blue, dark, pale.

Soon, the smoke was like a hood, covering the sky over the playing field. The sky is obscured, and the sun is mostly obscured.

The smoke and dust left only a silver glow like a bright moon in the sky.

"What is this?"

The little wizard man in the stands is really numb!

In a tournament, the three questions they ask the most: What is it?

What is that?

What is it?

Obviously, everyone is a little wizard, why are you so good, are we too stupid?

How can the unevenness of this world be so great!

Woo ┭┮_┭┮

And such an idea is unknowingly deeply rooted in the hearts of ordinary little wizards. It was born in the hearts of a group of wizards who were also warriors and represented a school.

By this time, the other warriors had finished their games and returned to the stands.

For their respective battles, they all have more or less regrets.

But when they watched Hermione's game, the feeling of regret vanished in an instant.

On top of the city walls, Hermione Granger stood, her figure standing tall in the silver light. Holding her wand high in her right hand, the stars spit out from the tip of the wand like a torch that lit up the night sky, giving her hair a layer of starry color.

The threads that bound her hair had broken, and her long brown hair had been blown messy by the wind, but this did not make her charm much less, but added a splendid, dazzling wild temperament like fireworks.

Her eyes are still tenacious, and there is seriousness in her bones.

Brown eyes flashing with starlight, erect nose, bright red lips because of the surging of qi and blood, a trace of fine sweat across her temples, the whole person is ready to be released, with an indescribable temptation.

The noisy wind outlines her slim figure, and her boots step on the stone bricks, and an invincible momentum makes people can't take their eyes off.

All of a sudden, the boys in the stands were stupid.

One thing to say, Miss Granger has become much warmer after being opened to a new world by Owen several times in a row.

After shedding the conceit and pride of first and second years and the seriousness of Professor McGonagall, most of the boys had hazy feelings for her.

But because of the presence of someone, and because she was too dazzling, no one in the castle dared to show that emotion.

But now—

The stars shone above her head.

Gradually, starlight falls from the mist, and meteors fall, smashing into the magic golem that is gradually recovering.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The metal that had just healed suddenly shattered into countless pieces again.

And when they tried to gather again, another meteor would pass by, smashing it, even if it was thousands of times.

"Founding Star Shower!"

Her cold voice sounded like she was singing.

The boys were thrilled.

After today, I don't know how many boys will toss and turn in the lonely night, unable to sleep all night.

(End of chapter)