Harry called out, and immediately rushed out.

On the deck, Hermione took out the flying skateboard invented by the Twins, although it was June, the cold sea breeze still made her wear thick clothes.

She wore a black cape and a long, quaint skirt that covered her legs.

Black stockings wrapped in brown traveler's boots and skateboarded off the deck as they used to use surfboards in the water.

The sea breeze whistled in the air, blowing her shawl, and her flower-like dress was messy in the wind.

Her hood didn't hold up for a moment before the fly blew open.

Hermione simply didn't wear a hood, which would affect her vision.

"That's- Hermione Granger!"

In less than a minute, she came to the wounds of the battlefield.

Many of the wizards present recognized her.

Not just because Sirius, Professor Lupin is here, and not because the professors of the two major schools of witchcraft and wizardry are here, but because of the report of the tournament, wizards all over Europe remember this powerful Hogwarts little witch.

"Hermione!"

On the water, Professor Lupin's voice could be heard.

He was the first to notice a familiar figure passing by in the sky.

It had to do with his beastly alertness.

He hears it.

In the wind and rain, Miss Granger's eyes fell on Professor Lupin through the layers of shadows.

But she didn't reply.

She had just drunk the ultimate magic.

Potion - the magical riot it brought about made her body seem to burn.

Yes – she has that magic too.

Owen had the potion, she had. Irving didn't have magic, she had too.

This is not to say that Hermione surpassed Owen in magic and invented many potions.

Rather- Owen gave most of the magic to Hermione.

Because he doesn't use it very often.

His magic compared to that of a normal young wizard, the gap between a stream and a lake, and this gap grew even further with age.

Coupled with the blessing of ancient magic, it allowed him to unleash more powerful spells with less magic, so Owen rarely used potions.

In this world, whenever he fights with human wizards, he basically doesn't need magic help, that is, when he encounters those inhuman people who need to release origin magic or war magic on a large scale, his magic power may be exhausted.

So most of the potions he brewed were in Hermione's pocket.

Carry only some necessary ones, such as white fresh.

When he went out this time, Owen had a hunch, so he brought more.

Professor Lupin's voice drew the attention of most wizards to the Sky China, the girl who was clearing the clouds.

They looked up—high in the sky, the dark clouds gradually obscured by a silky black mist.

Then the same stars flowed from the tip of Hermione's vine wand.

The sky was dark and the stars were shining.

This scene, like a lake in the mountains, is slowly shrouded in mist.

This is very common at Hogwarts, and even if it's not winter, there is frost fog slowly rolling down the mountain range at night in spring and autumn, and then obscuring the Black Lagoon little by little.

The difference is only that at this point, it is the sky that is obscured.

It is not the fog that obscures the sky, but the stars.

The waves of the sea reflect the stars in the sky.

The wizard's ship slowly sailed on it—they had a clear dream and met a witch under the stars.

"Tron-Star-Rain!"

A tough and crisp voice rang out in the sky.

In the next second, the galaxy sprinkled brilliant points of light.

This time, instead of amber stars rising from the surface of the sea, it is a real meteor falling from the sky.

What a wonderful magic!

All the wizards couldn't help but sigh.

Within the curtain, the sea and the sky are reversed, and the star amber rises from the sea, and they can't see the whole picture of the galaxy, so they are very impressed by the star amber, but they don't have much impression of the galaxy on the sea.

This time - the splendor above their heads forced them to raise their heads.

The sky is depicted from the pupils.

The moment the meteor crossed the sky, human beings unconsciously thought of 370,000 years ago.

The progenitor of mankind, with high brow bones and cheekbones, and long, thin, dark-skinned lips, was looking at the starry sky at night with his deep eyes, and in his black pupils, silver spots of light were reflected, perhaps—the curiosity of looking up at the stars has always been rooted in the hearts of mankind, and has never stopped.

It's just that the starry sky in front of modern human beings is always covered by all kinds of dark clouds, so that they can't see the grandeur behind the dark clouds clearly.

"Boom!"

Trailing a long tail flame.

In the splendor, the stars amber fall into the sea.

The bubble imprisoned by the wizard is also within the range of the star shower.

At this time, the onlookers were amazed to see that the evil omen who were swallowed by the meteor and died in the air and turned into fireworks were really dead.

They don't come back to life.

The wriggling limbs turned into some kind of ash and scattered on the surface of the sea.

For a time, the sea was covered with such ashes.

And the girl who is still holding on, swaying the stars!

Still holding his wand aloof.

Slowly lower the height.

With the sky.

For a time - people were demented to watch.

What kind of girl was that—her body was covered with brilliant stars, her brown messy hair fluttering in the air, and the strands of hair connected to the sky.

The handsome face exudes seriousness, calmness, and coldness, like a goddess under the stars.

She's not very pretty.

If you compare Fleur, Gabrielle, and Koyatel, the wizards of the Mediterranean coast who are accustomed to seeing the beauty of the Siren, that girl's appearance can only be ranked at the end of their hearts.

But if in the future, if they want to vote for the most beautiful witch in the world, then today, the unforgettable memories of this life will be revived in their consciousness again, and they will also vote for the goddess under the spark without leaving a trace.

"Roar!"

There was a roar from the sea.

The fallen stars attracted invisible monsters within a few nautical miles—and even beyond—and they couldn't help but converge here, and soon gathered around Miss Granger.

And that's exactly what she wants.

Hermione had used this method to catch Rita Skeeter, and the way was different, but the principle was the same.

You've got to make a big scene first.

That's how you can lure the stupid guys into the net.

"Origin, Extreme-Cold-Wind-Storm!"

When Hermione landed more than a dozen feet above the surface of the sea, she unleashed the next spell that had been condensed for a long time with her wand.

This time, it's a white mist.

It is purer and whiter than the mountain fog that engulfs the black fog.

In an instant, it was as if someone had poured liquid nitrogen into the surroundings.

The sea is visibly frozen to the naked eye.

Then it spreads rapidly farther away.

This spell, Hermione has not been studying for a long time, she has only started practicing it in the last month or so, but with the blessing of potions, it is still spectacular.

The entire sea, about half a nautical mile, was affected by her wand, and the ice crystals spread even farther away, but there was no longer any practical effect.

"Oh my God!"

"I can't put it into words."

"I've heard that she's a little wizard at Hogwarts, and she's only in her fifth year this year. A fifteen-year-old girl. ”

"Fifteen! Merlin's beard, I feel like I'm a Muggle, she's the real wizard, and I've lived for nothing for more than thirty years. ”

In the midst of the shocking murmur of the surrounding voices.

Hermione landed on the ice.

And just a few feet away from her, there was a group of frozen figures, knives in their hands, and they also took offensive postures.

Dressed in a familiar human cloak.

Through the cloak, she could see the handsome faces.

They are all krakens of this sea.

It's just that the time is not good, and the entire race is coerced by the outer gods, so that they become the banner of the gods.

How sinful it is that they wore a mantle of human face, which was probably made from their own relatives.

No evil dark wizard could have done such a terrible thing.

"Death may be a kind of freedom for them."

Hermione didn't hesitate any longer.

She condensed the galaxy above her head, narrowing it to the surrounding area. In this way, the density of star amber will be greater.

Then she began to perform another stargazing spell.

It was a powerful magic created by an ancient wizard who saw the destruction of a huge star cluster.

"Origin Stream: Destruction Meteor!"

Unlike the Tron Star Shower, the Destruction Meteor is a meteor that releases twelve darker, sharper and larger meteors.

The biggest difference is that the wizard can control these meteors, unlike the Tron Shower, which can only control star clusters, and has no control over the star amber at all.

In fact, for the Divine Skin Emissary, a better option is a continuous spell like Soul Torrent, but there are too many enemies around. She can only control the twelve meteorites that destroy the meteor, rotate around herself, and then push outward little by little, like a meat grinder, the fast-spinning meteor is guaranteed to rotate several times in one second, and can kill monsters seven times in two seconds.

Miss Granger held her wand.

With a look of pity and sadness on his face.

Because if she's right, the creatures are sirens, then what she's doing is destroying a race.

Although this race had been destroyed at the hands of the outer gods, what she had done was to set them free, but—when meteors hit the Siren's body again and again, when their cloak lit up to represent the blue light of the soul, it meant that the soul of a siren's Siren dissipated.

It's a terrible feeling, it's terrible.

But she can't close her eyes, because something unexpected may happen, so she has to pay attention to everything around her at all times.

For Hermione, it was undoubtedly torture.

Torture of body and mind.

Maybe in the middle of the night, she'll hear the siren's shrill scream.

The process of clearing the Divine Skin Emissary was going well.

Source magic was more powerful than Hermione had believed.

The frozen emissaries never broke free, and it was possible that these were the handiwork of the gods, weaker than the ones they met on Giant Island, and certainly not comparable to the ancient emissaries that Owen met at the core of the World Tree.

From their bodies, a vein of decline can be clearly seen, and the gods are becoming weak.

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"Garona!"

At this time, the battlefield was on the Western Front.

The Ministers of Magic of the countries along the Mediterranean are gathering on a ship.

Tonks was also present, carrying a kind of Muggle machine that wizards couldn't understand, a metal box with glass on one side, like a picture taken by a magic camera, with a figure appearing on the glass.

"Isn't there anything you can do about the curtain now?" It was none other than the Italian president of magic who spoke.

His tone sounded a little displeased, and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

The difficult battles of the wizards on the Eastern Front were different.

On the Western Front, they were completely reduced to foils, and the vitality of the combined fleet did not need the help of any wizards, even the godskin messengers who appeared later.

Through thermal imaging and infrared induction, Muggles fire almost openly, and their stealth is useless.

Nothing was done, and the messengers died under the fire.

Resurrected seven times?

A 100mm caliber double-barreled automatic naval gun said that I have 2,500 rounds a minute and a maximum range of 20 kilometers.

It doesn't matter if you resurrect seven hundred times.

And that—this is very embarrassing to Mr. Magic Chairman.

Those Muggle fleet commanders were quite unkind to them.

I almost pointed at their noses and scolded - the horse-stepping, causing so many troubles, we have to wipe our butts.

They also had to cooperate with the Muggles in specific battles - after all, the price of not cooperating was that the artillery would cover them.

The so-called - a couple of hours of joint operations.

Let Mr. Chairman give birth to the feeling that they are Muggles' men, that all orders are coming from that damn Combined Fleet, and what about them?

This works!

Cooperate!

Still a fucking fit!

When has a wizard ever been so powerless, so cowardly!

"Mr. President—" Garona Norton stepped forward, "this curtain is very old magic, and the giants inside have been replenishing the veil with magic, and we have a hard time breaking it. ”

"Don't whine with me!" The Italian Magical Chairman stood up with a loud shout. "Just tell me now if our people can go in or not. Division. He paused for a moment as he said this, for he was not sure if the wizard fighting there could be called a wizard.

"He's going to be defeated—do you know how much the situation will rot if you lose his assault and free the monster who claims to be a god?"

"I know very well, Mr. President." Garona said without being humble or arrogant, and then she waved her wand, and a virtual image of a globe immediately appeared in the center of the circular desk.

Then zoom in – and then zoom in on the Mediterranean.

"There is a limit to this veil." She said, pointing to the virtual image in front of her.

"If our people can reach the upper atmosphere above 60 kilometers, where is the limit of the curtain."

"60 kilometers?" The female minister of Greece tilted her head to look at her, "Can we do it?" ”

"No problem at all." "With the necessary breathing apparatus, a wizard can reach that height." ”

"Then let's do it." The female minister of Greece said in a deep voice.

"Okay."

"Wait—" Just as Garona turned to get a magic hot air balloon and drop the wizard high in the air.

Tonks, who had been acting as a Muggle liaison on the side, suddenly spoke.

She squeezed through the crowd.

Hold the right ear, where to carry a small headphone.

"News came from Brussels (NATO headquarters). Let's get out of here at once. ”

"Evacuate?" As soon as he heard this, the Italian president immediately burst out, "I'm not a Muggle watchdog, I've heard too many Muggle 'orders' today." How? Do they want to take control of the wizarding world? ”

He didn't say anything to Tonks.

Instead, he pointed at the TV on the table.

The Muggle generals inside the glass suddenly became busy, constantly picking up the phone and checking for something.

They said. Tonks continued, "It doesn't matter if we evacuate or not, they just inform us in the spirit of humanitarianism. It will be another five minutes - their attack will fall. ”

"Attack?"

"Five minutes?"

The crowd was in doubt.

Muggle weapons—aren't they just bombs?

What else could there be?

The cargo ship was several nautical miles away from the curtain, and what kind of explosion could reach here.

"Wait—should they?"

Garona, who was about to leave, reacted immediately.

As a member of the Saints, she certainly knew exactly what the so-called Muggle attack was.

More than seventy years ago, before that weapon was even born, Grindelwald showed his prophecy to the wizards of Europe. In that prophecy, there is a display of that weapon.

Over the years, some of the Saints had also learned about that weapon, watching an internal Muggle footage.

A weapon that can kill hundreds of thousands of people in an instant, how can they not understand it?

It's just that in the last few decades the direction of the Order's research has changed dramatically, and the monitoring of Muggles has decreased considerably.

"Then it's time for us to get out of here, quick—" Garona said anxiously.

And ten minutes ago, on the other side, in Brooklyn.

An emergency NATO summit is being convened.

Huge Ring Hall.

Delegates were arguing at the meeting, and the Italians were pointing at the Americans' noses and scolding.

The Mediterranean Sea is their most important shipping lane, and they would use that weapon on their doorstep.

Italians don't scold and there are ghosts.

And not only Italy, but also the Greeks.

It's a pity that this is a NATO summit, not a UN meeting, otherwise the countries of the Mediterranean coast would be afraid to come together and spray saliva to the point of drowning the Yankees.

Unfortunately – as the de facto leaders of the EU – Germany, France, and the United Kingdom have tacitly accepted this plan.

Other countries simply can't interject.

They have nothing to do but vent their anger — and spit out words that translators can't really translate.

Obviously, as long as the curtain is bombarded with conventional weapons, a hole can always be torn open, but those guys still chose that method without hesitation.

With the order of Brussels passed out.

A submarine popped up silently in the Atlantic.

Then a dazzling tailflame rose, and with a puff of smoke and dust, the weapon gradually rose into the air.

It's too late to revise, 5,000 words today, and I will make it up tomorrow

(End of chapter)