I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 146 Gryffindor's Chief vs. Beauxbatons' Chief

Why are there no tree holes under my feet?

Why are there so many people around?

Why am I still alive?!

Hermione, already so embarrassed she could have dug out the Mariana Trench, glared furiously at Owen.

"Shut up!"

She began to regret following Owen.

I regret coming to Paris.

I regret coming to France.

If she had stayed home all summer, her staffless spellcasting skills would have definitely improved to a higher level.

Why would I want to come out and relax?

Hermione, holding Owen's wand, couldn't help but sigh.

Being roasted over a fire is a truly unpleasant experience.

After glancing up at the incredibly beautiful girl, she knew that she had no choice but to fight today, no matter what.

She was a little scared by the other person's cold expression. She had no idea just how much damage that Owen had done to her.

However, since it cannot be avoided...

The little witch's face was solemn. She didn't have a good impression of the wizard Beauxbatons who cast dark magic on Owen, and even felt some disgust towards him. Including the innocent Fleur, she also received her slight hostility.

She's never been afraid of fighting.

"They're all petrified!"

A mountain breeze swept by, scattering petals from the flowerbed!

That seemed to be a signal; the next second, the tip of the hibiscus staff lit up with a faint light.

A gray spell flew close to the ground, its target Hermione.

Faced with the approaching curse, the little witch remained calm and raised her wand, intending to cast an armor spell. However, after reciting the incantation, the azure armor she had envisioned did not appear.

For a fleeting moment, Hermione even thought she was holding a piece of wood.

Seeing that the spell was about to hit her, Hermione had no choice but to leap to her left and nimbly dodge the attack.

"I'm going to kill you, Owen!" Hermione's furious voice had barely rang out from the sea of ​​flowers when, in the next instant, several spells from Fleur were already raining down upon her.

"Uh," Owen, who was watching the scene unfold, naturally noticed Hermione's current predicament.

His wand, Hermione couldn't use it?

This isn't scientific—this isn't magic!

He swore he hadn't given Hermione a single branch.

Logically speaking, even if a wizard uses someone else's wand, at most he will not be able to control it. Even if a wand with a unicorn tail hair as its core is used by someone else, it will only be unable to exert its full magic. Can't the Elder Wand be used by someone else?

Even if I can't have its heart, its body is still pretty good to use!

He had never heard of Hermione being unable to cast a spell directly.

At that moment, Hermione, who was dodging and weaving on the battlefield, felt like strangling Owen.

She was 100% certain—no—she was absolutely certain—that what the guy had given her wasn't a wand at all, but a tree branch.

Don't think it's absurd; if it were that guy, he definitely could have done it!

"Whoosh~"

Two more spells flew past.

The little witch dodged close behind, and a loud "boom" exploded behind her. Petals and dust flew up behind her, and a strong wind came from behind, making her robes flutter. Hermione, who was holding back a lot of anger, even had the stray hairs on her forehead floating up.

Her big, bright eyes were wide open, looking like she was ready to bite at any moment, especially as she kept glancing at Irving, who was watching the show with great excitement.

Hermione, her cherry-red lips pressed tightly together and her eyes blazing with fury, suddenly threw Owen's wand straight at Fleur.

The sudden turn of events startled the witch, who was even more beautiful than Hermione.

Instinctively, she quickly looked around.

My goodwill towards the little witch in front of me plummeted. So this is how all the little wizards at Hogwarts are—shameless and despicable.

At this moment, Irving, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but chuckle.

Fleur probably thought Hermione was going to use the same trick again.

pity----

She was simply angry.

Throwing a wand is truly a killer move with an explosive humiliating effect!

Uh—suddenly Owen realized, hey—that looks like my magic wand that was thrown!

After quickly investigating for a week and not seeing any professors arrive, Furong frowned, somewhat puzzled as to what the girl in front of her was up to.

"I can win even without a wand!" Hermione, traumatized by the experience, no longer held back.

She took advantage of Furong's momentary daze.

He charged forward relentlessly, constantly closing the distance between himself and the girl with the silver hair.

Although he has no magic wand, he can still cast spells.

Brave and fearless Gryffindor, Granger never gives up!

Floating spell without a staff.

Magic spread from Hermione's body to the surroundings, and all the soil, grass roots, stones and other things that had just been blasted out by Fleur were thrown at her by Hermione.

In an instant, the sky was filled with debris, so thick that it seemed to block out the moonlight.

A large shadow appeared on the ground. The sudden darkness left Hibiscus speechless with shock.

She stared in astonishment at the little girl in front of her.

It wasn't that Hermione's levitation charm was particularly powerful, or that the attack was particularly formidable, but rather—she clearly didn't have a wand!

How could that be?

Furong had considered casting spells without a staff, but the girl opposite her looked only thirteen or fourteen years old! Thirteen or fourteen years old!!!

She couldn't even cast the disarming spell back then!

Without a second thought, Hibiscus swiftly waved her wand, and a silver mist suddenly appeared, shutting out all the soil and pebbles that had crushed the roses.

"flame."

Whoosh! The orange flames suddenly tore through the shadows.

"raging!"

Having already gained some understanding of Hermione's agility, Fleur immediately changed her tactics. Since single-target spells were ineffective, she would unleash a wide-area fire attack!

Hibiscus proudly raised her slender neck; even without makeup, she was stunningly beautiful.

The flames danced in the wind, blowing her hair around. At that moment, the firelight, moonlight, fireflies, and various other lights intertwined, giving Hibiscus a sudden divine aura.

Gradually, the gravel and mud became her help.

The mud mixed with flames, like shooting stars, bombarded Hermione's location relentlessly.

In a daze, the little witch seemed to have returned to Hogwarts.

In that crazy academy war.

She still vividly remembered the magnificent sight of hundreds of spells streaking across the sky; compared to that, the flames before her seemed insignificant.

"A wizard's battles shouldn't rely solely on spells."

"You have to use your brain."

The surrounding stillness seemed to have been paused, everything slowed down. Hermione strode forward with a determined look in her eyes, the flames reflecting on her face, which was filled with excitement.

Irving's image flashed in his brown eyes, a scene he had demonstrated when he paid to teach them.

"The way of wizards to fight is to defeat the enemy with the least amount of effort and the most effective means, just like Professor Flitwick."

"It's actually rare for top wizards like Professor Dumbledore to unleash their ultimate attacks on each other."

"Most wizards will never use Avada Kedavra in their entire lives; they'd be grateful if they could even cast a complete disarming and petrifying spell."

After saying that, Irving demonstrated his theory.

He waved his wand, suddenly controlling a rock on the hillside, and then hurled it at Harry.

In a panic, Harry instinctively cast an Explosion Charm.

With a loud "boom," stones flew everywhere, and in the instant the dust obscured the view, a stone that should have landed suddenly twisted. Then, to Harry's horrified gaze, a large python suddenly flew out of the dust, and before Harry could cast a spell, he was wrapped up like a dumpling by the python.

"See that? Those things that shelter you are also sheltering your enemies." Owen grinned, staring at Harry lying on the ground, constantly turning his head to dodge the python's bite, and said loudly, "You think I only threw a stone?"

"No, actually I lost two pieces, one big and one small. The smaller one was hidden behind the larger one. The moment the smoke and dust rose, I used a shapeshifting spell to launch a surprise attack. He had no chance to react at all."

"Haha, defeating the savior is that easy!"

"Wow, it's that simple!!!"

Owen's laughter echoed at the foot of Hogwarts.

But Hermione heard it clearly, as if it were right next to her ear.

Because that bastard was actually right next to her.

"Go Granger! Go Granger!!! Waaaaa, Miss Granger is about to launch a counterattack!"

"What is she going to do? What is she going to do?!"

On the sidelines, Irving watched the battle in the flowerbed with more excitement than anyone else.

"call!"

Amidst the raging flames reflected in the sky, Hermione suddenly stretched out her right hand. Something seemed to be hiding above the flames in the air, before flashing across the sky.

That is--

Magic wand!

It's Irving's wand.

Good heavens, she had just hidden her wand behind the dirt so that she hadn't noticed.

Hibiscus immediately recognized who the wand belonged to.

fast!

It's incredibly fast. Unlike the dirt, it's several times faster just by wielding a magic wand.

"Good heavens! It's a wand! Turning a wand into a sword—what brilliant magic, what a brilliant idea! But I must remind you, of all the magic spells, the wand is the most important. Without a wand, a wizard becomes a Muggle. So, all you little wizards, and all the viewers watching on screen, please cherish your wands, starting today!"

Irving continued his incessant rant: "Did you wax your wand today? Did you put on a screen protector? Did you spend the night with it? Treat your wand like a lover!"

—Turn back to the flowerbed.

Clearly, Hermione didn't have Owen's murderous intent. Her target was always very clear: Fleur's right hand, or more precisely, her wrist and the wand in her hand!

"boom!!!"

Burning earth swept over Hermione's head, and the black 'stone' was covered with red patterns, from which wisps of flame hissed.

This made her cheeks feel burning.

Call ~

The shockwave from the massive explosion suddenly rushed towards the little witch.

Hermione remained calm in the face of danger. A huge rock rose up behind her, and in the instant of the explosion, she used the force of the impact to leap out.

At this moment, she and Furong were less than five feet apart.

Oh no, the previous one got blocked. I'll fix it in a bit.

(End of this chapter)