The Return to Hogwarts

Go somewhere?

Harry's blinking became more and more frequent, indicating that his sanity was gradually returning.

What do you mean?

Where does this mysterious lady want to invite Harry?

Everyone was stunned by this unexpected request. They stared at the mysterious and powerful woman in bewilderment, not understanding what she was talking about.

"Ah, I get it!"

Melanov suddenly burst into laughter,

"Your goal is Harry Potter, right? Our goals aren't conflicting, are they? We can join forces!"

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Harry, causing him to look alarmed.

"It's you! I remember you! You're the woman from my dream!"

A dream? What does that mean?

Cleopatra frowned slightly; she didn't understand what Harry Potter was saying either, but Sirius understood.

"Get away from that woman, Harry!"

Sirius let out his loudest roar of the night.

Time seemed to stand still. Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie all reached out their hands to Harry, while Harry himself was rapidly backing away. However, what should have been a quick movement was incredibly slow at this moment!

Vitia Creona easily grabbed Harry's arm, her raised vine wand already glowing faintly. She was about to leave when, suddenly, a blinding thunderclap flashed across the clear night sky. The stagnant air trembled violently, and under the heavy pressure, a tangible flow of gravity appeared in the air, pressing everyone, including Vitia Creona, firmly to the spot.

The sound that followed, echoing throughout the Quidditch stadium, caused panic to appear in Vitia Creona's emerald eyes.

"Long time no see, Miss Clona—"

Chapter 474 T-Class Duel

Chapter 474 T0-level Duel

2023-09-12

Chapter 474 T0-level Duel

As if a tangible, heavy pressure were sweeping over them, the spectators who hadn't yet evacuated the Quidditch pitch all paled. In a daze, it seemed as if a prehistoric dragon, which had taken over the sky, had lowered its ferocious head from the clouds and was roaring at the weak creatures on the earth!

"Amosta!"

As the majestic, thunderous voice rolled in from the sky, Sirius's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and an indescribable sense of relief washed over him. Facing several powerful dark wizards of unknown origin alone, with the safety of all the children on his shoulders, Sirius bore unimaginable pressure.

Harry, Ron, and the others were all beaming with joy, while Hermione and Ginny even covered their mouths and sobbed with happiness.

A sharp whooshing sound followed, like a Muggle jet plane flying at full speed. The familiar figure had not yet appeared, but the piercing whistling sound already made the two wizards standing opposite the group feel as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

Amosta Blaine!

Melanoff's voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat. At this moment, she finally stopped hesitating and, taking advantage of Sirius and Mr. Weasley's momentary lapse in attention, turned and rushed toward the large hole in the wall of the box. However, after only two steps, a golden spark appeared in the boundless darkness outside the opening, and in an instant, it pierced through the sky from the far distance to this point.

Clang!

A fiery spear was embedded in Melanov's chest; had she not dodged in time, it would have pierced her flesh. But before the relief in her eyes could fade, the spear, planted in the ground, suddenly trembled. In an instant, it lost its stable form, softening into multiple golden threads of fire. Before Melanov could react, a golden cocoon of fire had completely enveloped her!

How did Amosta Blaine end up here?

Vitia had been monitoring Harry all day and confirmed that Amostrath Blaine was not with Sirius's group and had been caught up in this sudden chaos; otherwise, she would never have intervened.

There's no point in dwelling on why Blaine is here now; the priority is to get out of there!

Vitia glanced at Harry, who was so close at hand, and a look of regret flashed in her emerald eyes. The next second, her body became blurred, and like a shooting star trailing a green tail, she flew swiftly from the top box of the Quidditch stadium into the already boiling night sky!

Boom!

A thunderous roar, like a grand bell, resounded through the night sky, as if a heavy stone had been thrown into a lake. A tangible wave of energy swept across all directions with the force of a plowshare, instantly scattering the emerald meteors it passed through. Vitia revealed her true form high in the sky and plummeted half a mile before regaining her footing. She finally hovered at the same height as the Irish team's hoop. When she stood up, a young man with a solemn expression was already standing on the hoop on the other side of the field, looking at her with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Blaine--"

With her skirt billowing, Vitia Kriona's beautiful face was tinged with a faint gloom. Giving up any hope, she sighed softly and nodded to Amosta.

Amosta's gaze swept across the stadium below, where tens of thousands of spectators who hadn't yet evacuated had stopped in their tracks, staring up at the sky in astonishment and whispering among themselves.

"Amosta!"

Sirius Black rushed to the railing of the box and shouted at the young wizard standing on the hoop, whose heavy pressure enveloped a large area, "This woman, she's trying to kidnap Harry!"

Amosta didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly, seemingly not particularly surprised. In reality, however, he was quite astonished to see Vitia Kriona here.

Ever since he learned from Foley that Lucius was going to pull off a big prank tonight, he didn't waste any time. He immediately Apparated to a nearby area he was familiar with, and then flew all the way to the vicinity of the camp. The magical reactions that intruded into his senses even made Amosta think that he was hallucinating.

"Long time no see, Miss Clona—"

Amosta nodded slightly, a gentlemanly smile on his face.

"After our hasty parting last time, I've been longing to see you again, searching in vain, but I never expected to run into you here. What a delightful coincidence, isn't it?"

"What's going on!" Ron's eyes widened in confusion. "This woman... she... she's Professor Blaine's friend?"

"Use your brain, Ron!"

Hermione said irritably.

“I know just as much as you do, Mr. Blaine—”

It was too late to regret tonight's actions. Vitia regained her composure, gazing at Amosta, her voice now calm and even.

I cannot answer any of your questions.

"This explanation probably won't satisfy me, Miss Clona—"

Amostella's expression turned slightly cold. He merely moved his wrist, and the cool evening air of mid-to-late August instantly became unbearably hot, as if a giant furnace had appeared above the Quidditch pitch, baking everything around it. Amostella glanced again at the wizards watching the spectacle.

"I currently work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Would you be so kind as to invite me to visit Hogwarts?"

"There is probably no one in this world who can face both you and Mr. Albus Dumbledore at the same time—"

A scorching wind ruffled Vitia's long, emerald-green hair, and a bitter smile touched the lips of the druidic priestess, whose face was even younger than Amosta's.

“I understand your anger, and I know your determination to resolve your confusion, Mr. Blaine, but I truly cannot provide you with an answer. I apologize for what happened before, but if you insist on keeping me here, then I can only apologize again.”

Amosta never expected Vitia Creona to surrender easily. His concern was for the lives of the remaining wizards who hadn't yet evacuated the Quidditch pitch. However, Vitia Creona was far more resolute than he had imagined. After realizing she couldn't leave easily, Vitia's eyes hardened with determination. She leaped from the hoop, and amidst the gasps of countless watching wizards, her body fell freely to the ground, simultaneously hurling her vine wand into the earth!

Boom, boom, boom!

A sudden clap of thunder appeared on the cloudless night sky, and deafening, blinding bolts of lightning ripped through the dark night and struck the Quidditch pitch.

The moment the vine wand plunged into the earth, the lush green lawn surged up, instantly filling the field and transforming into a rippling 'jungle'!

Rumble--

The earth trembled violently, and the Quidditch pitch, its foundation shaken, shook violently as shattered slabs, seats, and roof tiles rained down, smashing the wizards watching below and sending them howling and running for their lives.

Sirius Black, leaning against the railing, stared in shock, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Below, in the mangled lawn, a massive green vine burst from the ground, growing rapidly in the wind. This emerald vine was more than ten times thicker than the Whomping Willow by the Hogwarts playing field!

Once the vines have grown to a certain height, the main vines quickly split, from one to two, then from two to four. In the blink of an eye, the thick, swaying vines have filled the magnificent Quidditch pitch!

"I must be dreaming."

Mr. Weasley, dumbfounded, murmured absentmindedly.

Every single one of the young wizards in the box, including the genius Seeker Krum who hadn't had a chance to talk to Hermione, was frozen in place, staring at the enormous vines outside the box that constantly whipped up howling winds and exerted unparalleled psychological pressure, unable to move!

Cries and screams erupted again from the bottom of the stadium. Spectators who hadn't managed to leave in time due to the excitement rushed into the tunnel, amidst screams of being trampled, cries of lost loved ones, and angry shouts.

"We can't stay here any longer!"

Having witnessed Amostella's grand-scale attacks, Sirius was the first to regain his senses. He greeted every wizard still breathing in the box.

"Get downstairs now! Staying here will only lead to your death!"

"But what about this guy?!"

Mr. Weasley roughly pushed the children out of the box. Before leaving, he suddenly caught sight of Melanoff trapped in the fire cage. Judging from her clothes, she was an accomplice of the group that had launched the attack earlier. Perhaps he could get something out of her!

Sirius Black was also badly injured from the previous battle; his body was covered in wounds, and the flowing blood had stained his robes red. Sirius looked at Melanov with disgust in his eyes, but in the end, he flicked his wand, causing the floor beneath Melanov's feet to separate, carrying her out of the box.

call!

With each swing of the swaying vines, the resulting gusts of wind could sweep away boulders on flat ground, but Amosta remained firmly atop the hoop, only her hair whipping wildly in the gale.

Vitia Kriona, standing at the fork of the vines, did not launch an attack, while Amosta, with a somber expression, also maintained great restraint; they were both waiting.

Finally, when the group of people sitting in the top-floor VIP box came down to the first floor and rushed into the passageway with the end of the crowd, Amosta finally made a move. He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.

"interesting--"

Amosta's expression remained impassive, a slight smile playing on his lips, a faint hint of bloodlust lurking beneath.

"So, the Tree Realm has been born?"

The soft murmur was swallowed by the gale, and the next second, under the dark night sky, a blazing sun slowly rose!

Chapter 475 T-Rank Duel (Part 2)

Chapter 475 T0-Level Duel (Part 2)

2023-09-12