The Return to Hogwarts

Chapter 475 T0-Level Duel (Part 2)

The wizards, who had already fled the Quidditch pitch and were crying out as they ran in all directions, were astonished to find that the deep night was torn apart by an incredibly dazzling light, and the sky was as bright as day. Looking back in astonishment, they saw a blazing sun, exuding a heavy pressure, slowly rising above the dilapidated Quidditch pitch!

boom! boom! boom!

Before the other fell, neither of the two men in the standoff had anything to say.

Having made her decision, there was no turning back. A resolute glint flashed in Cleopatra's eyes. Every dancing vine that filled the Quidditch arena seemed like her limbs. Under the power of her mind, these terrifying giant vines suddenly moved, straightening their bodies in unison and crashing down on Amosta Blaine, who stood in mid-air, with an aura of world destruction!

At this moment, Amosta resembled the Vermilion Bird from the Muggle mythology of the Eastern Kingdom. The fierce flames surrounding him had condensed into solid molten lava. Facing the vines rolling in from all directions, his eyes suddenly intensified, and the high temperature that had been contained in the surroundings instantly burst forth and spread in all directions.

The vines controlled by Vitia could not hold on for even a moment after entering the space encompassed by the 'Sun' domain. They instantly lost their emerald green color and were scorched into wisps of smoke, leaving not even a trace of dust!

However, the Druid tradition has its own unique charm.

Vines grow from the ground, seemingly endless!

At the point where the 'sun's' domain clashed fiercely with the vines, bursts of lightning and incredibly powerful winds erupted. The 'wonder buildings' that the Ministry of Magic had painstakingly constructed over the past six months appeared so fragile under the ravages of the lightning, winds, and high temperatures, collapsing piece by piece!

The intense magical impact caused every inch of the arena to vibrate violently, as if a hazy veil had been draped over it.

In people's vision, the Quidditch arena was a blur, the only clear thing was the 'sun' suspended high in the sky, and the god-like figure 'within the sun'!

The fleeing people stopped in their tracks. In the jungle, the faint light of camera flashes kept flashing. Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley led the children away from the arena and onto a high ground. Only when the surging pressure behind them was no longer so oppressive did they stop and catch their breath.

The earth cracked inch by inch, and a bolt of lightning accidentally spilled out from the arena and struck the wizards' camp. In an instant, the camp was like a serious gas explosion. Within a hundred feet of the point where the lightning struck, everything was torn to nothing by the shockwave.

Bill leaned against a pine tree, his handsome face contorted in a grotesque expression. His mouth was agape, but his chest remained perfectly still; he was so shocked he forgot to breathe. Only when his face flushed red and he regained his senses did Bill gasp for breath. Then, he stiffly turned his head to look at his brother, Charlie.

"Was that Amosta Blaine just now?"

"I don't quite understand either--"

Charlie's broad face wore an equally ridiculous expression. He shook his head and said earnestly.

"Oh, this is nothing special, glug glug--"

The humorous exchange between Charlie and Bill didn't elicit any response from the others, but a deep yet energetic voice that rang out behind them made Harry and his friends turn around.

He was an old man who looked very old. His face was loose and covered with age spots and many dark brown acne scars. But what was most surprising was that while everyone around him was incredibly shocked by the duel taking place in the Quidditch arena, the old man did not seem surprised at all. He even had the mind to drink rum.

Noticing the astonishment in everyone's eyes, the old man grinned and chuckled, hissing out a foul stench.

"If you had witnessed the duel of the century between Albus Dumbledore and Gettler Grindelwald in Paris half a century ago, you wouldn't be so shocked by what's happening now. Of course, I must admit, it's a big event!"

Hermione frowned. The old man seemed a bit confused. He had just said that Professor Blaine's duel with the mysterious woman was nothing, but then he changed his mind.

"Ah, Ephias, I never expected to see you here!"

Sirius blinked, unable to believe it.

"Sirius!" The old wizard called Ephias chuckled again. "I've already heard you're innocent!"

“Ephias Dorge, he’s a good friend of Dumbledore—” Sirius explained to Harry, who didn’t recognize the old wizard, then looked curious.

"How did you end up here, Ephias?"

“Oh, of course I came to watch the World Cup!” Ephias took another big gulp. “Then I ran into that damn terrorist attack. Speaking of which, I heard that the young man was Amosta Blaine. My eyes aren’t working well, I can’t see clearly. You were his colleague, was it really him?”

"It's him, Amosta Blaine, Head of the Security Office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—"

“Oh, it seems Albus has found a good successor!” Ephias said happily.

Every second that the solar domain was maintained, magic surged forth like water bursting from a breached dam. Even Amosta, after two minutes, was starting to feel the strain. But his gaze pierced through the dazzling light and fell upon Vitia Clona, ​​whose emerald green hair was dancing wildly. He found that the woman's eyes remained unwavering and steadfast.

This is "unscientific".

How could a mere wizard in his early twenties possess such profound knowledge? A look of confusion flashed in Amostella's eyes, but he forgot that he himself was also an anomaly.

A war of attrition is not what Amosta wants, because there may be other dangers lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike.

Amosta's sharp eyes grew even fiercer, and the next second, the halo surrounding his body trembled slightly and gradually sank downwards.

hum!

The sun bathing the sea is a calamity for all living beings!

Vitia's expression changed instantly. In her vision, as Amosta Blaine, carrying the sun, sank to the earth, it was as if the heavens and earth themselves were collapsing at that moment.

The invisible clash of magic intensified several times over. The vines that had previously resisted the scorching heat were now like snow meeting the sun in spring, melting at the slightest touch.

Everything in sight was a reddish hue. Vitia's fair face was also tinged red by the scorching heat. Her gaze swept over the flying strands of hair, which were now tinged with a burnt color. Under the baking of the scorching sun and wind, the Quidditch arena, which was mainly made of steel, kept exploding. The earth was not spared. The seaweed-like green grass was burned away, leaving behind a layer of scorched yellow soil, which was melted and peeled away layer by layer by the scorching magic!

Chapter 476 T-Rank Duel (Part 2)

Chapter 476 T0-Level Duel (Part 2)

2023-09-13

Chapter 476 T0-Level Duel (Part 2)

Amostra, carrying the ring of the sun, crashed down upon the earth. Though its speed was slow, its momentum was unstoppable. The enormous vines rooted in the earth could not withstand the scorching heat, and they began to crack inch by inch from their tips. At the same time, the earth was peeled away layer by layer, and the source of the vines' core power, the grapevine wand passed down through generations, was once again exposed to the air.

Amosta's gaze fell upon the staff that radiated a strange power and was smooth and emerald green. He had seen this staff when he first met Vitia Kriona, and at the time he felt it was quite extraordinary. Now it seemed that his judgment was correct.

The barrier surrounding her could no longer withstand the all-pervasive heat. Sweat poured down her face, and Vitia gritted her teeth. Under Amosta Blaine's relentless pressure, she finally began to feel the strain.

The radiant solar ring that illuminated the night sky had approached to a very dangerous distance. If it wasn't stopped soon, Vitia was certain that she herself would turn into wisps of smoke instantly under the surging heat, just like those vines!

Gazing at the arrogant young figure in the sun ring, Vitia's eyes flashed with regret. It wasn't just because of her rash actions tonight, but also because of her trip to Avalon Island. If she had asked Amosta Blaine for help more carefully back then, she wouldn't have angered this powerful wizard.

Upon realizing this, Vitia's eyes flickered slightly.

Amosta Blaine also has something she can use against him. Blaine is the infamous bounty hunter Golden Viper, a fact known to some in the wizarding world, but certainly not to many. Blaine definitely doesn't want his clandestine identity exposed. If the things he did as Golden Viper were to become known to the wizarding public, Amosta Blaine could be instantly ruined.

But he used this to blackmail Amosta Blaine into letting him leave.

After a moment's hesitation, Vitia abandoned the plan. Unless she was desperate, she would not make this choice, because it would be tantamount to pushing Amosta Blaine to the opposite side. Not only her, but the Druids might also face Blaine's wrath.

Moreover, in the eyes of the wizarding world, Amos Stark Blaine is the greatest wizard of his time and the successor groomed by Albus Dumbledore. If the fact that Blaine is Golden Viper were exposed, what would Albus Dumbledore's attitude be?

Is it a matter of upholding justice and sacrificing family ties, or a fit of rage and shame?

If it were the former, she could still have some respite, but if it were the latter, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe for both herself and her sect. Although kidnapping Harry Potter also offended these two powerful wizards, there was always room for maneuver if Harry Potter were still alive.

In a flash, Vitia reached into the depths of the earth, and her hand, which had been hidden in the ground, returned to her palm with a whoosh. Feeling the warmth of the magic wand in her hand, Vitia seemed to see her teacher, that kind and gentle old man, giving her an encouraging smile.

wow-

The remaining vines below vanished in an instant, catching Amosta slightly off guard.

"What?" Amosta, who had already gained the upper hand, narrowed his eyes, a hint of wariness flashing in them. "Have you decided to give up, Miss Clona?"

“Many times, giving up takes more courage than persisting—” Vitia looked up, her expression filled with sorrow. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blaine, I don’t have that courage.”

Amostah frowned. Before he could speak, the priestess below suddenly stretched out her delicate hand into the air. A seed, which, despite the intense light, still radiated a pure and dazzling emerald-like glow, was swung into the air. Vitia then raised her staff and lightly touched the seed.

Buzz--

A wondrous wave rippled outwards, and the teardrop-like seeds rapidly transformed and grew amidst the radiant light. In the blink of an eye, a towering oak tree stood guard in the Quidditch arena!

Click!

The intense magical fluctuations caused the world to change color, thick clouds rolled in and covered the sky, and countless dazzling lightning snakes flashed and leaped among the clouds. An indescribable pressure enveloped the hearts of everyone outside the arena!

Vitia Kriona knelt on one knee atop the oak guardian, which resembled an ancient titan, breathing slightly heavily.

"Merlin's beard!"

"My God, am I hallucinating?!"

The wizards in the woods outside the arena let out their own unique exclamations, and many rubbed their eyes or slapped themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming.

"Where did this woman come from? Why did she kidnap you, Harry?"

Mr. Weasley was on the verge of collapse. If the Ministry of Magic's opponent were only those black-cloaked wizards who had caused the riots before, Mr. Weasley would still be confident in dealing with them. But this mysterious witch who had appeared later... it seemed that the Ministry of Magic had no choice but to hope that Amostall could capture her.

A group of young wizards were all questioning their existence, and Harry was no exception. After hearing Mr. Weasley's question, Harry opened his mouth, but Sirius's timely warning look made him obediently shut his mouth. There were strangers everywhere here, and if anyone heard that this powerful and mysterious witch actually had a close relationship with Voldemort, the resulting destructive panic would be terrible!

The oak guardian, resembling a deity, was enveloped in a layer of green glow. This radiance seemed to possess extraordinary resistance to the scorching heat, greatly reducing the damage caused by the heat emanating from Amosta's 'Solar Domain'. However, Amosta's color remained unchanged. He slowly rose to a position level with Vitia Kriona, gazing at her with eyes full of admiration.

Aside from Albus Dumbledore, who is now half-buried, this Druidic priestess is the first wizard to have been able to contend with him to this extent when he was in complete control.

“I must admit—” Amosta nodded slightly, “you have earned my respect, Miss Clona. I would call you the most formidable opponent I have ever faced, but unfortunately—”

With the support of her cane, Vitia's magic remained abundant, but she was almost unable to withstand the mental pressure exerted by wielding this powerful magic. She no longer had the energy to pay attention to what Amosta was lamenting; she was simply breathing heavily.

"Let me go, Blaine!"

“I’m sorry—” Amosta calmly shook his head, “I’m afraid I can’t grant your request, Miss Clona—”

Boom!

The Oak Guardian suddenly moved, its massive fist, as huge as a mountain, slammed out. Before the fist even arrived, the powerful wind pressure directly collapsed half of the already crumbling Quidditch arena.

"You're wasting your time—"

Amostahen moved aside and lightly dodged the punch.

Indeed, the giant wooden figure created by Vitia using magic possessed unparalleled destructive power, but in her own hands, which was already at its limit, it could no longer be controlled as easily as an extension of her own arm, and could only be a waste of energy.

Just as Amosta had predicted, after controlling the Oak Guardian to unleash a punch, Vitia had no strength left. Blood trickled from her lips, and her body collapsed weakly onto the guard's head, her expression one of utter despair.

Amostah dispelled the fiery flames around him, and he stood in the void, his wand pointing at the oak guardian, now a sculpture.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow--"