As she stepped into the chamber, Hermione's heart rose to her throat.

She's tired.

I couldn't lift my arms a little.

The high-intensity rush that lasted for more than four hours made her physically and mentally exhausted.

It's not just the body, it's the magic. She is not the pervert of Owen, as an ordinary wizard, her magic power is close to exhaustion, she must be careful, if she continues to cast spells blindly, she is likely to faint directly due to the exhaustion of her magic power.

"Whew—" Miss Granger took a deep breath.

Eases the tiredness in my head.

Seriously, she would rather deal with seven or eight fire dragons in the open daytime than run to such a small place at night, even if it was to catch a pamper.

Turning her head, Hermione saw that the monster's head was stuck less than a few feet away from her.

It was as if someone had pinched the power switch, and it didn't move.

"Just in time." Miss Granger smiled miserably.

Then, just as she was gasping, the wall behind her suddenly began to heal slowly.

The entrance disappeared without a trace.

The sudden change made Hermione subconsciously clench her wand.

Typical Owen-esque level design.

The fire dragon level is also the same, except for himself, everyone else is after entering the inner circle, and the ancient puppet will stop attacking.

He called this design, "Draining Water."

It is said that it leaves a little hope for the warrior to clear the level.

But there is obviously a deeper reason for this healing wall in front of you, and perhaps it is also full of the meaning of closing the door and beating the dog, cutting off the way for the warriors to escape.

Hermione guessed that what she would face next would be the final level of the level.

With Owen's escalating difficulty design, he's sure to put a powerful creature at the end.

What the hell could it be?

She wasn't curious at all, she just wanted to get out of here.

With her wand clenched, Hermione mustered up one of her few courages and walked into the depths of the room with determination.

She found herself standing on the side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled snakes towered to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness of the heights, casting long, eerie black shadows on the entire room filled with green and mystery.

Cautiously moving forward, each step created a hollow, loud echo between the four walls of the ghostly buildings. She had been vigilantly watching her surroundings, ready to give the other party a cutting spell as soon as the wind blew her up

When she walked to the last pair of stone pillars. Suddenly, there was a sound in my ears. Hermione hurriedly looked around, and immediately noticed that behind a group of stone pillars on the right hand, a huge red lion suddenly appeared.

It looked about Hagrid's size, with the face of a middle-aged man growing from what had been a lion's face.

The head was surrounded by long red hair, and the large, ugly nose that stood out most of its face, with a pair of closed eyes above it, and three rows of long, sharp fangs sticking out of its mouth, telling her that it was not a simple human face.

"It's—a human-headed sphindi!" Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at the two black horns above the monster's head.

The horns are thick, looping and curved backwards, like a male gazelle.

And the wings on its back.

Of course, the most important thing is its tail, which is a scorpion-like stinger, but thicker than a scorpion's stinger.

Even a young wizard who has never taken a magical beast class can guess that if he is pricked by this poisonous needle, he will die immediately.

"The human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, they actually found such a monster."

The human-headed sphinx manticore, a magical beast prohibited from entering the Ministry of Magic at the xxxxx level.

Native to the Mediterranean coast, every discovery of a sphinx is accompanied by the death of a significant number of Muggles, even wizards.

A human-headed sphinage requires the cooperation of dozens of wizards to capture it. This is because its fur is resistant to all regular spells. So it's very difficult to subdue it with magic.

Most wizards choose to create traps, dig a pit, cover it with dirt, and wait for one, two, three, four, five.

However, the human head of the sphinoid manticore's head is not stupid at all, in fact, this creature has the same intelligence as a human, but because of its violent nature, it is easy to lose its mind after being attacked.

So the general trap is of little use to him.

If you're going to dig a hole, then at least bring it in yourself and see if you fall into your trap.

Remember - don't substitute for Justin and Ron, those two goods, you have two chicken legs dangling in the hallway, and he will both grab and bite hard without hesitation.

The sphinx is much smarter than them.

So you'll have to bring in a wizard with a slightly higher IQ.

"Damn—"

Hermione cursed behind the stone pillar on the other side.

The human-headed sphin-tailed manticore was lying on its stomach behind a pillar on the right, napping.

There was a soft humming sound from his mouth.

The sound is melodious, mixed with a distant magnetic murmur, with a certain magic.

Although Hermione was glad, at least it wasn't a wheel war, as soon as she entered here, she would be attacked.

But the situation is not much better now.

She didn't have anything ready.

As for props such as magic traps, don't even think about it, there are none.

The only trap she could think of was to use the Softening Charm to dig a hole in the ground

But—after glancing at the thick marble on the floor, Hermione gave up on the idea.

To create a trap that would bind a human-headed scorpion, she would have to dig a pit at least a dozen feet (three or four meters) deep.

Or even deeper.

Not to mention whether she still has enough magic to accomplish this feat, even if she could, would the human-headed sphinage mantiktail watch it?

A little vision, and it might wake up.

It seems that the path of digging traps is always impossible.

I thought to myself.

Hermione poked her head out, her eyes looking up and down at the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore.

She found that there was an iron chain around the other party's neck, the chain looked like a pendant, and the pendant was an iron can, and she thought that it should contain a hint of the next game.

In other words, he had to fight this human-headed sphin-tailed manticore.

"Or while it's asleep, I'll just use the Soul Torrent to kill it?"

Hermione hadn't thought about other spells, and she had even considered the Fire Charm, but she thought that she might be burned to death, so she decisively gave up the spell.

As for the other spells.

Judging from the dark magic defense spells she mastered, none of them could break through the skin of the human-headed sphin-tailed scorpion-tailed beast.

Source magic is the most effective.

And, it was as if her day's bad luck had finally come to an end.

Casting the Origin Magic takes a long time to prepare.

But now, the human-headed sphinx was sleeping, and she had plenty of time to gather her magic.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Turn around and be a fleeting opportunity!

One of Hermione's little hearts was pounding.

She didn't dwell on the two choices for too long, because - casting the source magic is the safest, the trap has the possibility of failure, but the spell, Hermione is confident, as long as her spell can hit it, even if it can't be killed, it can be seriously injured.

Her eyes sparkled———— she didn't realize that she had guessed completely wrong here, the intentions of Owen and the professors in setting up this level.

In fact, the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, which was poured with a large amount of life and death water.

The water of life and death, also known as the decoction of living hell.

It is a powerful sleeping pill that little wizards learn in the sixth grade.

It is made by heating daffodil root powder and wormwood together.

Here is a test of the little wizard's sanity in a high-strength battle.

Coming to this point means that the warriors have been through a hundred battles, and when facing the last mythical creature, they can still keep their cool and take the most effective way to pass.

For example, use the Transfiguration Charm, Concealment Charm, etc., to steal the contents of the neck of the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore. That's the standard answer.

Cedric, Krum, that's how they used.

But what the professors never expected was that in the second game, only Miss Granger stupidly passed the level completely.

The first to take is the shortcut that Owen said.

So it didn't take too much effort to come here, and facing the human-headed sphin-tailed mantikon in front of them with full spirit, of course they calmed down.

As for Hibiscus after that.

With the Infinity Gauntlet, she opens the portal - and then finds the right one in the wrong direction, which is not easy, but it is much better than Hermione, at least she doesn't have to walk.

And the tin can, which resembles the neck of a human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, is even simpler for her. Just snap your fingers, open a portal, and get your hands on it.

Miss Granger was the unluckiest. Completely experienced Owen's bad fun levels.

Therefore, she couldn't calm down at all at this time.

Of course, it is possible that he has been following Owen for a long time, or it is simply the nature of Gryffindor, and it is more likely that four hours of depression broke out at this moment.

At this moment, Miss Granger had no idea that there was a way to sneak over and steal the jar.

Her mind was full of spells—spells

His eyes were red, and his expression gradually became presumptuous, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Damn Owen Sanchez!"

Miss Granger is crazy—

At this moment, it was no longer a Slytherin chamber in front of her, nor was it a sphin-headed manticore.

This is the Hufflepuff common room.

It was the damn Owen Sanchez who was asleep there.

The vine wand glowed blue-white, accompanied by the flames of anger that almost spread from Miss Granger.

"Soul—"

She shouted through gritted teeth.

The quiet chamber was suddenly shattered.

A little bit of magic, converging from all directions to the tip of her wand.

The blue and white gradually turned into a simple dazzling white.

The light shone on Hermione's face, adding a layer of cool color to her, and she looked quite horrible. It is more than 100 times more than the normal reaction when angry.

"Riptide—"

It took a dozen seconds for the light to condense.

Then, with a thud, Hermione's magic, which could no longer be suppressed, rushed, like a tidal wave, and frantically surged towards the poor human-headed sphin-tail.

The rapids are the thickness of a large tree surrounded by two people, and the blue, blue and white light is particularly spectacular.

"Ah!!h

The moment the torrent of magic surged over the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, the pain from the soul brought the beast to its senses.

But when he came to his senses, he couldn't break free from the scope of the magic, so he could only scream and carry the spell stubbornly.

"Ah~~~~"

The chamber seemed to have the effect of reinforcing the echo, and the screams that came from the human head of the sphin-tailed manticore, became more and more miserable and weak.

This sent Hermia to a chill and goosebumps to rise.

But that didn't stop her from casting spells.

In the Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid said that all magical beasts with human heads have almost no different intelligence than wizards, which means that they can also cheat death, sneak attack, and feign defeat.

So when fighting against these magical beasts, you must be sure that the other party has really lost the ability to resist, otherwise you will definitely suffer, serious or even lose your life.

Hermione, on the other hand, could tell from the screams of the human-headed sphinx that it definitely had strength.

After all, doesn't this still have the strength to scream?

A few dozen more seconds passed.

Probably not that long.

But Hermione, who was casting a spell, felt like she was living like a year.

The last Origin magic drained the last shred of her body's magic.

Her head ached like pins and needles.

There are 10,000 stitches.

Her head hurt everywhere, and her limbs were not far behind, and she gradually squatted down from the posture of Zhan Li, half-kneeling on the ground, and her left hand supported her right hand before she could barely continue to cast the spell.

But she won't last long.

The feeling of exhaustion, like a torrent, wants to bury her and indulge her wave after wave.

Finally, the screams of the human-headed sphin-tailed mantiked beast could not be heard in his ears.

Hermione stopped casting the spell.

"Bang!" She fell to the ground, her eyelids twitching.

"Whew-Whew-Whew" gasped for a long time.

It took a few minutes for her to gain some strength.

Then Hermione struggled to her feet.

Staggered towards the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore.

The cost of source magic is indeed not comparable to that of modern spells.

As long as it is to reveal natural phenomena, and the spell called the source stream, whether it is stargazing or calamity, it requires a long-term and stable output of magic power, and the spell is also very consuming to cast the spell.

In Hermione's current state, it was already a miracle that she didn't faint directly.

"Overdone?"

Slowly walked in front of the human-headed sphinage manticore.

With its thousand-pound eyelids open, it was as if its body had been burned by the heat, covered in charcoal, black smoke was emitting from its body, and the smell of burnt minced meat went straight to Hermione's nose.

The essence of the Soul Torrent spell is to use magic to mimic a microwave that causes matter to resonate, much like a Muggle microwave oven.

It's just that wizards discovered the nature of this world thousands of years ago. And reproduce it with magic.

This is a spell of great range, as long as the caster has enough magic and control, and can even cast a range of several kilometers, after which the earth will leave huge deep pits and hot melted marks, like a sunken volcano.

It was like being hit by a meteor.

And the body of the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore's body is scorched black, precisely because of this high temperature. If Hermione continues to cast the spell, it may be 'roasted' directly, or the soul will be shattered first.

"This—" Suddenly Hermione noticed that the metal pipe around the neck of the human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, had melted.

No matter what was inside, it would never survive such heat.

"This, what can I do!"

Miss Granger panicked at once, and she reluctantly cast a spring like water to cool down the iron pipe, and then took it down.

He recited the mantra again.

The magic flowed down his vine wand into the jar.

But it didn't help.

What she wanted to see didn't happen.

This only means one thing, and that is that the jar is a magic item, and a damaged magic item cannot be repaired simply with a repair charm.

Unless you know how this artifact is made.

"Oh! Oh my god - I should have dug a trap! Hermione groaned.

The decadent stood in place.

She didn't seem to win her game even if she didn't win.

All night, but the end result was like this!

She wanted to cry and stood in place without tears, and her whole spirit fell into a trance.

——————

On the other side, Owen and Harry, who had been guarding the bathroom, were bored talking about what had happened recently.

Harry spoke quickly about a strange dream he had recently.

This alarmed Owen.

In fact, there was something strange about Harry in front of him, not that it might be that Draco had drunk Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Harry, but that there was a connection between him and Voldemort.

Normally, when he is in the fourth grade, he should have headaches from time to time.

But the truth is, Harry rarely has contact with Voldemort, and he didn't see anything in advance when Voldemort led people to attack Hogwarts last year.

This situation only indicates that Voldemort's soul has changed.

The wisp of soul in his and Harry's bodies has changed in nature, as if it was originally water, but now Voldemort's water is filled with some ink, and naturally the connection with Harry has become weaker.

Of course, this is just Owen's speculation, and no one knows what the truth is.

However, this is not a bad thing, Harry can't contact Voldemort, and Voldemort certainly can't contact Harry, which allows him to save the study of Occlumency.

And in the long run, the more Voldemort fills his soul, the less the connection between him and his own Horcruxes will be, maybe one day, he won't be able to rely on the Horcrux to resurrect, and when the time comes, whoever he is, a big melon can kill him, which is also good.

"Shhhh Someone's coming. ”

While Harry was chattering, Owen, who was on the tip of his ear, suddenly heard footsteps outside the bathroom. And it's getting closer.

The two stopped, then looked at the door.

After a while, the green wooden door was pushed open.

"It's you." The moment he saw the visitor, Harry's face turned unkind.

(End of chapter)