Understand the weakness of this monster, then it will be easy to deal with.

Abandon enchantment attacks.

Changed to Transfiguration.

On the ground, the rubble was transformed into vines by the little wizards.

Countless devil vines, like wriggling whips, spread wildly in all directions.

They stirred their wands. Control the devil vines in the desired direction.

The monsters fell into passivity all of a sudden.

Although the strange material daggers they held could easily cut through these devil vines, the endless stream of vines quickly controlled the remaining four cloaked monsters present.

From head to toe, tie them into zongzi.

The next second, with a certain resentment.

Owen thrust his wand into the ground.

The tip of the red-glowing rod sank into the ground.

In an instant, countless bright orange-red light streaks spread across the land.

"Origin: Geoinflammation!"

The ground began to turn red and hot, and puffs of white smoke rose.

The lake on the banks of the river began to boil, and the earth began to crack.

Like a volcanic eruption, a piece of land was lifted up, and scorching magma flowed out.

Owen's magic is an indiscriminate attack on his surroundings.

Except for the land where he and the little wizards got together.

Elsewhere, even the volcanic giants who were hidden by the heavy rain and fell to their knees were all within the range of the lava.

"Ah!!h

"Roar!!

"Whoa—"

Screaming, the stench of burning skin in the air.

The land beneath his feet, which had been trusted for a hundred years, turned into a swamp of lava in an instant.

The giants of the Volcano Tribe struggled and sank into the lava, and they might have tried to escape, but the lava collapsed and covered so quickly that almost in the blink of an eye, all the land within a hundred feet of them had disintegrated into lava.

"Whoa—"

Heavy rain fell on the lava and danced merrily.

"Whew-"

Owen slowly got to his feet and pulled out his crystal wand from the ground.

He is the conductor of the festival.

The wand is his baton.

With a random beat, lava gushes out in columns.

He stepped out step by step, and every time he stepped under his feet on the lava, he cast a freezing spell without a wand.

Lava is cold and turns into hard obsidian.

The process was fast, and there was a trail of obsidian footprints on top of the lava.

Tumbling lava, glowing with a dark red glow.

The light refracted back and forth in the raindrops, spreading out like a mist.

It shone on Owen's body, like a red cloak over him.

At this moment, he seemed to be a god in control.

God walks in the abyss, and walks on the fire.

Lonely and cruel looked down on the poor insects who were in bondage.

"Die!"

God is merciful.

The gushing lava consumed their bodies in an instant.

Even if the milky light was still flickering, trying to resist.

The monster was also struggling, waving its pathetic dagger, foolishly thinking that it could cut through the lava.

"Burning like mustard!"

The earth trembled.

The flames of the fire escape were mixed with lava and surged towards the sky.

The volcano erupted.

The heat and brightness even evaporated the heavy rain and dark clouds, and in an instant the sky was torn apart.

It's dawn.

The light shone down through the cracks, casting a golden glow on the earth.

"Whew." Owen let out a cloudy breath.

It's finally over!

He no longer sensed the strange fluctuations of magic around him.

"It's over?" Harry held his wand in his hand, his face flushed, and he looked around breathlessly.

The same goes for Ron.

They all did their best, and high-intensity focused spellcasting was not an easy task.

In addition to being a challenge to one's own magic, it is more about one's own willpower.

"It's over."

Owen sat on the ground with his ass on his shoulder.

The surrounding lava is still tumbling, and after losing its mana supply, it will soon be cooled by the heavy rain, but the heat around it has not all dissipated all at once.

This allowed the clouds to regain the upper hand, and the raindrops fell again on the riverside, and there was less coldness.

"Whew—" I heard Owen say.

The other little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and then followed him, slumping on the ground.

Several people leaned together.

Miss Granger was beside him, and he took her white hand and motioned for her to calm down.

She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of the moment.

"Knock—there!"

After the battle, everyone finally had time to turn their attention to the monster.

Because the other four had been consumed by the lava and had become nourishment for the flowers and plants of the coming year, their attention was only on the one that had been hacked to death by Owen.

"Merlin's beard!" Ron screamed.

He was sitting just in time to see the head of the monster rolling off the ground, and the bloody head startled him, especially the blue lifeless eyes staring at him - Ron was going to have a nightmare tonight.

"What's wrong?" Owen and Hermione turned around at the same time.

Thought he was attacked.

"That's?" Owen saw the head on the ground at a glance.

He struggled to his feet, and walked over. Squatting down next to her head, he picked her up.

Honestly, this is the prettiest woman's head Owen has ever seen - dead.

She has long blue hair like waves, eyes as blue as the deep sea, and a white and shiny face, in short, very delicate.

The facial features are soft, full of the tolerance of the sea. But with this face, she's almost as good as Fleur.

If it's alive.

It is estimated that the overall appearance will surpass that of Fleur.

"Isn't that—" Owen walked towards her corpse with his head in his hands.

Next to the Gryffindor sword inserted into the ground, it was draped in—cloak.

"Damn—that's evil!"

The fight just now was too intense. He didn't even notice.

Other young wizards also gathered.

They looked in shock at the dead man's head, looking back and forth beside the corpse.

This scene is simply weird and hair-wrenching.

"Owen." Harry swallowed, then tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "I think you, do you want to respect—respect."

"Respect?" Owen lifted his head, looked at her, and then at Harry, "Isn't it, are you scared?" You are not afraid of living, afraid of death? ”

"It's not—" Harry felt himself choked.

Is that a matter of living and dying?

But as soon as he wanted to refute, he saw that Owen had already begun to pull the robes of the female corpse on the ground.

Hmmm - robes?

This is, the three little ones only noticed, it was not a robe at all.

Owen had just found out.

What a wickedness it was, as if the skins of several people had been peeled off, and then the skins of those people mixed with some kind of grease were sewn into cloaks.

The hood on the woman's head, though shattered, could still be seen to be made of two human faces sewn together, and the cord around her waist was clearly the arms of several people, and the skin of the arms was joined together, and Harry could even see the fingers—big or small, long or short.

"Evil - oh my God, me."

Harry was speechless.

And his eyes were still widening with the movements of Owen's hands.

The cloak on the woman's abdomen had a hideous, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, terrifying face.

It's hard to imagine what kind of cruel torture that the man had suffered while he was alive to force him to show that expression.

And there are seven such faces on the entire skin.

"Sorcery!" Hermione looked at the 'cloak' with a pale face.

She could probably guess why the spell wasn't working for them anymore.

"Seven souls are imprisoned in the mantle, and each face is a soul, and these souls are the key to resisting the spell." Owen said, pulling off an entire 'human skin cloak'.

Sure enough, as he expected, there were seven faces, and although they were blurred, they could still be seen to have a face in those parts.

The milky light was lit seven times, corresponding to the death of the seven souls, and the eighth time was their essence.

"Oh my God, what an evil this is! To imprison people - to imprison people's souls in their own skins? And then made into a cape? ”

Harry sighed.

"It's not all, look here."

He waved his hand, and the other little wizards reluctantly approached, and then they saw that under the cloak, under the man's light gauze-like clothes, there were many scales on his skin.

Especially for the waist, Owen guessed that the lower body might be more, but due to force majeure, he didn't pick up other people's pants.

The scales are like jewels and have a faint blue luster.

It not only covers the key parts of the body, but also adds a touch of allure to the body.

"It's—Siren!" Owen said.

"Siren?" The three little ones came back to their senses, they seemed to have heard the name, it was supposed to be in Hagrid's Fantastic Beasts class.

"They are the closest to the mythical tales, the mermaids, a kind of magical creatures of the sea elves, you can ask Hagrid for details, as long as you know that this creature lives at the bottom of the strait of Sicily, and recently this siren Siren suddenly disappeared from the entire tribe. As for where they went—"

With that, he waved the 'human skin cloak' in his hand.

"Someone attacked them."

"God attacked them." Owen corrected.

Then he threw his head and cloak on the ground.

He had a sense of foreboding.

Normally, the Outer Gods should not have such a powerful power to intervene in the real world.

If he had such great power, he would have defeated the successor a long time ago, as for waiting until now?

"God?"

Suddenly, a feeling of suffocation rose from the bottom of the little wizard's heart.

There is no doubt that this is an evil god, a powerful evil god.

Even though he used to be a wizard, the long time has long since swallowed up his few human natures.

And he, who claims to be a god, may not think of his methods as evil, or perhaps he thinks that there is no essential difference between killing a man, taking out the soul and sewing it into the skin, and then making the skin into a cloak, and scooping the water from the lake with a cup.

"Whew—okay, stop thinking about these things." Owen realized that he seemed to be off to a bad start.

He gasped, his body exhausted from the dry mana.

"Harry, if you're still in the mood, you can help Sirius, they don't have enough manpower, and we need to make sure the giants don't suffer too many casualties."

"Remember, the battle is for the giants, you just need to hide behind and cast a spell to defend against the flames and spear feathers projected by the legion."

"I see." Harry understood that it was useless to think about those outer gods and the like now, and that it was better to store up strength to deal with the war in front of him.

He turned his head and headed in the direction of the forest.

And Ron, after a moment of thought, followed Harry with him.

When Harry and Ron were out of sight, Hermione stepped up.

"Is it already that bad?" She knew the Outer Gods better than anyone else, and even, apart from Owen, she knew the Outer Gods best.

Only today—the gods were still more evil than she could have imagined.

This filled Hermione's heart with worry.

Because whether it was Shannie Maeve Weasley, or Dean Bridged Weasley, or the Weasley heir between the two.

Their fate was bleak, with Shanny Weasley being killed by goblins in her early twenties, Dean Bridged mysteriously missing in his sixtieth year, and the castle's portraits not knowing where the main body had gone.

As for the remaining mysterious Weasley—oh my God, she didn't even have a name, so she was even worse than the other two.

"I've never thought that far," she leaned her head on his shoulder—"I thought, I—we still have a little room to be naïve." Even though I know something is happening, I'm not a strategist and don't know how to plan for the long term, I just hope

I just hope you live. She curled the corners of her mouth sadly and lowered her gaze.

Owen lifted his palm to hold her chin and gave her a shallow kiss, then touched her forehead. Hermione closed her eyes slightly.

Their souls seem to be touching each other.

"Don't worry about me, Miss Granger." Owen left her forehead.

"Sometimes I wonder why I am hostile to the gods, and are we really hostile?

But whenever I saw you, and Dumbledore, and my grandfather, I knew that I was enemies with the gods. ”

Owen paused, exhaled briefly, and said, "What you should be concerned about is that the next starry Muggle witch will come to a world that welcomes her." In that world, she wouldn't have to constantly regain her right to live here, and she wouldn't be perceived as stealing something just because she wanted to learn magic.

What you should care about is that every intelligent species can find its own value in this land.

It is their merits that are not taken away from them by the rights that originate from the bloodline.

If there is only one thing, I am sure that wizards are not noble. If the world had been twisted into a rope, the gods who had defeated the outer gods would have been completely killed thousands of years ago. If the elves and wizards remain close for a long time, they will not be seduced by the outer gods.

The wizarding world has never been equal, and you should take advantage of the war, whether it is a shuffle or an opportunity, to throw an olive branch to all people with lofty ideals and unite them.

If not now, when? ”

Hermione looked up, the corners of her mouth curled, "Is this what you think?" ”

"Guess!"

"I'm not sure—" she said, standing silently where she was.

"Of course, none of the above, I don't care about anyone else, I just care about you, don't sink into my business, Miss Granger, I'm afraid you'll be bewitched."

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Distance.

The battle with the Crucible Life is heating up.

Despite Sirius' help, the giant's chances of being dropped by that corrupting flame were greatly reduced.

But they are tired of running for their lives, and their energy is also declining rapidly.

Among them, Madame Maxim is the only one who has maintained a super fast spell casting speed, and even has the spare energy to cast black magic as powerful as the Vulcan Open the Way and the Fire Charm, killing and injuring the life of the furnace.

It's not a loss to be the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the people who can really become the headmaster, except for Karkaroff, who went through the back door, are not good at stubble.

She alone is a front.

It can be said that if it were not for Madame Maxim, the giant would have been defeated long ago.

After a long time - a belated Owen joined the fray.

In the lively forest, the brilliant light of origin magic reverberated again.

Destroying Meteors.

Star Shower.

Calamity Storm.

This kind of magic, which is specially designed to kill enemies on a large scale, is like a fish in water in this kind of warfare, in fact, wizards have their own war magic, and Durmstrang is the best in Europe in this regard, and Grindelwald's fire escape is actually a kind of war magic, because the flame can distinguish between those things that are loyal to him and those things that are enemies.

So, it's not that the wizards have given up on this kind of mass destruction magic entirely, just that they have developed a new path for this type of magic.

On the other side, Miss Granger joined in.

The three stargazing origin spells can also be cast at her fingertips.

Although the charge time was longer and the range was not as exaggerated as that of Owen, her star shower was only about two hundred feet wide (six or seven meters) wide, but it still attracted the attention of the adult wizards present.

Especially Madame Maxim.

As she saw Hermione pull out spells she had never heard of.

Even after some dangerous dark arts, she knew that Hogwarts was really ahead of her school across the board.

Two little boys over there, Harry Ron.

Although they are not as good as Hermione, and they can't cast any origin magic, the general dark arts defense spell can be thrown away without money.

This semester, Moody had taught them too many spells that the Aurors should have learned, and if it was Harry in the original book, it was estimated that he would be dizzy for the whole year, and he would not be able to keep up with Moody's teaching progress at all.

But the reality is that the enthusiasm of the young wizards who have been beaten by Owen for four years to learn new magic is terrifying.

They also have a foundation, regular Defence Against the Dark Arts spells, petrification spells, disarming spells or something, everyone knows it.

Thanks to the absence of Dementors this year, Moody would have had to see how spectacular it was for hundreds of Patronus to go hand in hand.

For such a little wizard, Moody naturally increased the difficulty of teaching spells step by step, and in a year, in addition to combat experience, spells were indeed close to the level that the Aurors should have mastered.

"The afterlife is terrifying!" Madame Maxim muttered.

(End of chapter)