I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 115 The Curtain Rises

An air of astonishment rose up by the Black Lake.

Not to mention Kingsley.

Even a leading figure in the popular lineup like Tonks found it absurd.

Attacking the Minister of Magic for a conman?

This was the most absurd reason she had ever heard for attacking the minister.

Fortunately, Irving wasn't here, otherwise he would have definitely given this old lady a thumbs up and then kindly asked her if she was interested in joining the Tongliao Universe.

Sigh—I think this person really needs to go to St. Elizabeth Hospital for some proper treatment.

In short, Tonks fell silent.

Her face was cold, and her usually carefree nature seemed to have withered like a wilted eggplant, her expression clearly showing her boredom.

The woman in front of me is a lunatic with a screw loose.

What a waste of her feelings! She probably thought she'd caught some vicious dark wizard.

The result was that they became the scammer's fanatical fans.

Ah~ My resume is gone.

Tonks turned and left.

I handed over the finishing touches to my colleagues.

She then walked to the edge of the Black Lake, her face twitching, intending to calm down.

"Kingsley—"

"What's wrong?" Kingsley asked, turning to look at Tonks upon hearing the voice.

"Are you sure that woman didn't have any accomplices?"

"Of course, our people have already turned Hogsmeade upside down—"

He was interrupted by Tonks before he could finish speaking.

The rebellious girl raised her hand, pointed to the streak of firelight on the horizon, and calmly asked, "What's that?"

"Um?"

Several loud explosions suddenly rang out from the top of Hogwarts Hill.

"Boom!"

Then a red fireball, more than ten feet in diameter, shot down from the castle and crashed into the Black Lake.

"Get out of the way!"

All the Aurors quickly retreated.

"Snap! Bang!"

The hard ice was instantly melted by the fireball, creating a huge crater.

A cloud of water vapor rose into the air.

It makes it impossible to see what is actually happening in front of you.

"Boom~ Boom~"

Before anyone could catch their breath, two more fireballs fell.

The terrifying heat even reached Hermione and the others.

The surrounding snow turned into rain, which continued for a while before re-condensing into white petals.

"Stop running away!" A shrill voice came from the direction of the castle.

Hermione and the other young wizards were very familiar with that voice.

"Is it Professor Flitwick? Has he come to help Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked with a look of surprise.

But the next sentence in the mist instantly cooled her excited spirit.

"I admire you greatly, Headmaster of Ravenclaw." The ethereal voice was as pure as a unicorn in the forest.

"Whoosh~whoosh" A strange gale suddenly swept across the Black Lake.

The snow, formed from water vapor, was instantly cleared away.

Finally, Harry and his friends, Fudge, and the Aurors all noticed the two figures on the Black Lake.

Ok? ? ?

Why are there so many spectators?

The witch's eyes quickly scanned her surroundings, and she recognized many of the people around her.

Hmm—they're all formidable rivals from the first playthrough.

But who cares!

Tonight is my last night of filming, and no one can stop me from finishing this final scene.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick also noticed Professor Dumbledore on the shore.

But the response he received was a nod from the old principal with a strange smile.

Does this mean he should continue?

Professor Flitwick was unaware of Dumbledore's deeper meaning, but he and Irving had indeed put a lot of effort into this day, and asking him to stop now would feel like a waste of energy and a pointless job.

Well, at worst, it'll just be an outdoor duel class.

Anyway, during his last duel with Owen, many spells couldn't be used because the auditorium was too small, so today he could finally have some fun.

The two looked at each other in silence, waiting for the curtain to rise.

"Wow! It's Professor Flitwick!"

Because of the noise, many of the young wizards in the castle got up in the dark.

It's true that humans are naturally inclined to enjoy watching a spectacle.

Before long, the hillside was full of little wizards wearing thick robes.

Even many professors appeared in the crowd.

"Who is that girl?"

"I don't know, but—wow, blue skin!"

"What's so special about that? Didn't you see she has two faces? One eye is closed, and the other, that illusory face, looks so...so mysterious, so cool!"

"Is the headmaster fighting her? Why are they fighting?" a young Hufflepuff wizard wrapped in a thick blanket asked.

"No need to ask, they must have done something bad," another Gryffindor chimed in.

"Hehe—you're so clever! What you said is as good as saying nothing at all!"

At this point, the witch Lani's skin is the one Hermione and Luna bumped into in the Room of Requirement.

It has only two arms, and apart from its blue skin, its body looks more like flesh and blood than a puppet.

This is quite different from the appearance of the puppets that some young wizards have encountered.

After all, it was the last dance.

It always gives people the feeling that some mastermind has finally appeared.

"Is everyone here?" The witch's glowing blue eyes swept over the mountaintop, over the mountainside, and finally settled on Professor Flitwick after passing over the faces of everyone on the shore of the Black Lake.

Okay, let's begin!

Holding the Cagliari scepter and wearing the Ravenclaw crown.

He wore a unicorn fur cloak, with a long robe underneath that reflected the stars.

The witch's lips moved slightly, and she waved her wand gently. Suddenly, a wisp of black mist appeared.

It spread very quickly, like silk, drifting in the sky.

It wiped away the ice from the soles of the feet, covered the heavy snow, tore open the dark clouds, and let the bright moonlight shine in.

"I declare in the name of the witch Lani:"

Like a speck of light in the wind, Lani's illusory figure gradually solidified.

"Those who challenge Ravenclaw's will!"

"We will face this final judgment."

"Let this song be sung for posterity, my witnesses."

The black fog gradually obscured the sky above the entire Black Lake area.

The starry sky appeared on the black silk.

It looks like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

The witch walked on the rippling lake, a cold moon like the eye of a god, gazing coldly and profoundly at everyone present.

"The heir of Rowena—the Princess of the Moon, the embodiment of the Dark Moon."

Her words were like a dream, yet they were incredibly powerful.

Everyone noticed that the dark moon high in the sky seemed to be faintly enveloping her.

"Phew~"

The witch Lani's eyes showed no trace of joy or sorrow.

The staff in his hand scooped up lake water, instantly creating huge waves.

A stream of water lapped against Professor Flitwick.

And within this giant wave, countless ice blades are hidden.

The Vijay remained calm, quickly flicking his wand and unleashing another massive fireball. The intense heat instantly vaporized all the ice blades in front of him.

Then he reached out and pushed, like a ball tossed casually, the fireball carrying an unstoppable momentum as it rolled and burned toward the witch.

"Disperse!"

The witch's beautiful face remained unchanged.

She struck the lake with her long scepter.

Instantly, the lake water controlled by the transformation spell turned into a giant whale.

The whale leaped out of the water, opening its enormous mouth.

The whale's shimmering skin reflected the twinkling stars as it swallowed the fireball whole.

Then it sank to the bottom of the lake.

Hmm—the professor deliberately reduced the power of the spell—Lani immediately sensed that the magic contained in this spell was somewhat abnormal.

It's just an empty shell with special effects. It's already a stretch if it can even evaporate her ice blades.

Although all she threw out were special effects.

Special effects

Since it's special effects, she really let loose.

Raise your hand to invoke the source magic as a sign of respect.

After saying that, she suddenly raised her staff and swung it around dramatically.

The next second, the tip of the staff immediately emitted a cloud of smoke containing stars.

The smoke spread rapidly, enveloping half of the Black Lake in the blink of an eye.

"Star Rain"

The stars twinkled slightly, and then, like falling stars, countless ice crystals streaked across the sky, raining down indiscriminately upon the Black Lake.

The scene looked quite fantastical.

The young Hogwarts wizards halfway up the mountain were astonished; many of them looked down at their wands.

Hiss—why do I feel like that girl is the wizard, and I'm just a baboon waving a magic wand?

If we disregard the identities of both parties, many wizards would probably rush down on the spot and ask: "Hello, may I ask where you learned your magic?"

I want to transfer schools.

This is no joke.

However, even if they asked, the witch might not agree. I, Raya Lucaria, don't need that many materials for Wizard Balls.

Enrolling you in school would be a complete waste of gemstones!

On the Black Lake, the two people performing the play had no idea what the young wizards were thinking.

But with the falling meteor so close, Professor Flitwick remained leisurely strolling around.

He raised his wand, and like a painter splashing ink on a canvas, he slashed across the sky with unrestrained strokes.

The witch's star shower truly seemed to be cut apart by an invisible force, first shattering into several pieces, then becoming smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

"A brilliant idea!" Every time Professor Flitwick dueled with Owen, he discovered that Owen's imagination seemed to be inexhaustible.

Just like this.

Using magical projection props to obscure the sky, smoke affects the vision of those around, and a levitation spell combined with fireflies mixed with lake water gathers in the sky before falling freely.

He's a genius at developing magical items.

Aside from the slightly difficult task of making the fluorescent lights emit different colors, such a large-scale "fireworks" display is something even a third or fourth-grade wizard could accomplish.

Of course, they may not be able to do it on such a large scale.

However, similar scenes can be recreated sufficiently.

This suddenly reminded Professor Flitwick of the two troublemakers in Gryffindor.

George and Fred—it's hard to say they weren't involved in setting up the stage.

On the other side, the witch's cold expression showed no change in emotion.

But she raised her wand again, and another source spell flowed out.

—A torrent of souls!

A torrent of pure magic, as thick as Hagrid's waist, poured out, its immense power even causing the lake water to recede to both sides, revealing a clearly visible cylindrical indentation.

I took the exam with my laptop and frantically typed in my hotel room.

(End of this chapter)