I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 117 Granger: I have a bold idea

Meanwhile, the group of young wizards hiding behind a large rock were also watching the battle on the Black Lake with astonishment.

The dazzling magic and the mesmerizing light were captivating.

The thought popped into everyone's mind: How cool would it be if I could learn these spells!

However, just like Zhang Wei might suddenly appear in The Shining, not everyone is blinded by the dazzling spectacle before them, such as Hermione.

The little witch's face was full of joy.

Then he suddenly spoke up: "Let's go rescue Professor Dumbledore!"

"This will be a great opportunity!"

"Huh?" Justin turned his head in confusion.

Hannah stared at Hermione with a look of bewilderment she had never seen before.

Um—why don't you want to listen to what you're saying?

Rescue Professor Dumbledore?

Wow!

That's really ambitious!

Why don't you take a look at the sky?

That dragon was enormous! So huge!!!

Once we leave this shelter, even if we aren't discovered by those dark wizards, we'll be discovered by that ridiculously powerful witch.

Is going out now any different from courting death?

Looking at Hannah and Justin's puzzled expressions.

Hermione glanced at it but didn't dwell on it any longer.

A little witch has her own principles and things she won't do. My professor paid for my schooling and taught me magic. Now, in this time of crisis, every wizard should step forward. How could I stand idly by!

She stuffed the entire beaver scarf around her neck into Luna's arms.

Then she drew her wand, bent down, and cautiously reached out towards what she believed to be the dark wizard.

Professor, I'm here to save you!!!

In the dark forest, a little witch moved very fast.

She's like a little rabbit from the mountains, popping up here and there.

Each time they peeked out, they got closer to Fudge and the others!

Wait—a rabbit?

"Luna, what brings you here?"

As one of only two young wizards to have seen the witch's true face, Hermione felt an innate closeness to this young Ravenclaw witch, like a comrade in the same trench, guarding a secret together.

Although they may not be inseparable, isn't this where girls' friendships begin?

"I believe you!" The elven girl nodded to Hermione, the trust in her silver eyes touching Hermione.

As for Hannah

They were good friends in their first year, especially after undergoing Irving's rigorous training. The shared hardships and joys they experienced together strengthened their friendship.

But I don't know when it started.

A sad, thick barrier had been erected between her and Hannah.

I clearly didn't do anything wrong.

In the second half of her first year, she tried to salvage the situation, but the result was that the wall only got thicker.

From friends, we've become familiar strangers.

"Thank you, Luna!" Hermione said, holding the elf girl's hand.

Feeling the warmth lingering in her palm gave her a surge of confidence!

In the distance, all the dark wizards' attention was drawn to Lani, and even the dark wizards around Dumbledore dispersed to the surroundings.

Only three people truly "imprisoned" him.

As long as you're quick enough!

The two were ambushed; I'm sure the old principal will be able to react in time.

When the time comes, the principal can handle the remaining one himself!

With the plan confirmed, the little witch calmed down and lay down in the snow with Luna.

Two brown eyes stared intently ahead.

Suddenly, Owen's voice echoed in her mind—

"Miss Granger, you are not suited to use powerful dark magic."

First of all, learning black magic is too difficult. If I were to teach you, the headmaster would beat me to death.

Secondly, regardless of the type of dark magic being unleashed, a corresponding emotion is required. You—the embodiment of goodness under the Tree of Good and Evil, a partner of justice—are unlikely to possess any cruel emotions.

In conclusion, you should learn from Professor Flitwick!

Learn his rapid spellcasting. Don't underestimate Professor Flitwick; his "spell machine gun" was unbeatable in the European dueling tournaments back in the day, as long as you're not fighting against top wizards like Voldemort, Dumbledore, or my grandfather.

Believe me, even using only the most basic black magic defensive spells, you will be invincible!

"Quick casting?" the witch murmured to herself, then crawled forward, waiting for an opportunity—perhaps a sudden explosion, or something else that could distract her.

This is the only way to cover up the traces of her first curse.

Give her time to cast her second spell.

If you're lucky enough, a third one—it's not impossible!

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On the other side, although the snowstorm in the mountains had stopped, everyone felt a chill down their spines.

The young wizards halfway up the mountain felt the fear most acutely, because they realized that if Hogwarts didn't have its professors, this army could have easily taken over their school.

Of course, there are still differences between people.

Many of the little black eagles had a strong expectation of the witch!

Wow! I really want to get close to the witch.

She's so cute! (*▽*)

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The dragon's flapping wings stirred up gusts of wind.

The wind made the witch's robes flutter loudly.

The witch's expression finally changed slightly. She gripped her wand with both hands, her eyes sharp, and a hint of madness flashed across her beautiful face.

Na na~

The scene isn't big enough yet~

After all~

There are so many spectators.

Have a great time!

Hey (*^▽^*)

"Fire Release!"

She suddenly changed her spellcasting gestures.

On the shore, Dumbledore's smile vanished abruptly.

Immediately, he used Apparition.

"Protect me!"

From beneath the witch's feet, a bewitching blue flame instantly spread out.

The burning was brutal, and even the lake surface hissed in pain.

"Despair~"

"Pain~"

"All souls!"

"Let us become one in this flame!"

The fire dragon, formed from raging flames, proudly raised its head.

A frenzied roar.

In an instant, her remaining spells, the army, and the water dragon were all engulfed in blue flames.

And her personally.

The witch is like a musician reborn from the ashes, playing a symphony of destruction step by step.

Her aloof expression never changed.

"I hereby swear:"

In an instant, the dark moon cascaded down from the sky and suddenly appeared behind Lani.

"All life!"

"All souls~"

"The Ravenclaw era is about to begin!"

"All living beings will begin a long journey of a thousand years according to the Law of Rowena."

"This is the beginning of a cold night, encompassing everything, extending to farther places."

The world-destroying flames descended in an instant.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick finally showed a look of shock on his face.

Fiendfire Curse—and not just any ordinary Fiendfire.

How could that kid possess such a level of dark magic?

And

His thoughts continued, but the flames were no longer waiting for him.

"Now!!!"

Sorry! I'm so sorry! I've been busy with exams and trying to concentrate on writing at the same time, and I haven't had enough time. I can only write 4,000 words these past few days. I'm so sorry, I'll make up for it when I have time later.

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