I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 227 The Melee Begins!

"Krum!" Ron said. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"Viktor Krum? He looks so gloomy," Hermione said, watching the countless Krums around them wink and frown.

That feeling was awful.

"Too gloomy?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Who cares what he looks like? He's incredible! And incredibly young, only about eighteen. He's a genius, you'll see tonight."

"So you really are a traitor, right!" The twins pounced on Ron.

"What are you doing!"

"Didn't you like those black eyebrows? Come on, let your brother draw one for you too!" George and Fred pinned Ron down.

Then they took out their wands and chanted spells at Ron's eyebrows.

"Let me go! Krum is a genius, you can't deny his talent. He's a million times better than Ireland's Seeker. Watch, he's going to catch the Golden Snitch tonight!"

Ron, unable to move under the weight of his brother's love, still arrogantly roared and shouted.

George gave him the opportunity to continue speaking out.

With a wave of his wand, he sealed his mouth shut.

On the other side, the last member of the Weasley family, Ginny, watched awkwardly as her three brothers lay on the grass, playfully fighting each other.

Her cheeks flushed slightly (from anger).

I wish I could dig a hole in the ground and escape from here.

"Please, Archie, put it on. You can't walk around in clothes like this; that Muggle at the front door is already getting suspicious—"

They were arguing and fighting on one side, while pleading and begging on the other.

It was indeed very lively outside.

Owen and Hermione turned around and saw, in the distance, in a corner of the field, by a water tap, a small line of wizards were waiting to fetch water.

There were two men, one of whom was quite old and wore a long, printed pajama set. The other, clearly a wizard working in the ministry, was holding a pair of pinstripe trousers and looked so angry he was about to cry.

"I bought these trousers at a Muggle store," the old wizard insisted. "Muggles wear them too."

"Only Muggle women wear that, Archie. Men don't wear it. Men wear this," said the wizard who worked in the ministry, waving the pinstripe trousers.

"I'm not wearing it," old Archie said angrily. "I'd rather have a healthy breeze blowing on my backside, thank you."

Hermione listened to the conversation in the distance and watched the two people walk further and further away, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Hi! Hermione!!!"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from afar.

Then a scent of roses wafted over.

A figure.

He rushed over and pulled Hermione into his arms.

It is a hibiscus.

She was accompanied by a little girl, who was probably a few years younger than them.

She is also a little beauty. With one-quarter Veela blood, she exudes amazing charm. Although she is still young, her temperament is already unforgettable.

However, the little girl's eyes were not on Hermione at all; her big, watery blue eyes were completely fixed on Owen.

It seems that Furong must have told her her story.

This little girl is very curious about him!

"They're Beauxbatons students," Harry whispered behind him. "Look at that crest, two golden crossed wands, each with three stars. They're definitely Beauxbatons students."

"You agree, Ron."

"Uh? Ron," Harry called out softly.

But no one answered from behind.

He looked back blankly.

A group of young Hogwarts wizards were staring at Fleur in utter disbelief.

Those eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Especially Ron.

A silly grin played on his lips.

His face practically screamed "foolishness."

Owen observed the young wizards' reactions with great interest.

Such remarks are perfectly normal when facing someone of Veela blood for the first time. Didn't you see that even Luna seemed a bit stunned when looking at Fleur?

This is magic after all. Unless you are mentally prepared beforehand and have an iron will, you will be bewitched by Veela magic on your first try.

Harry, on the other hand

Owen glanced at Harry again.

His reaction was far too indifferent, as if Veela's magic had no effect on him at all.

This shouldn't be happening!

Could it be that something happened to the fragment of Voldemort that was attached to Harry, causing him to become immune to this bewitching magic?

"You're here too!" Hermione said happily, shaking Fleur's hand.

She had long expected to run into Furong here.

After all, the World Cup is held only once every four years, not every year, and besides, it's summer vacation now, so she will definitely come to watch the game live.

Of course, not all Beauxbatons wizards are so friendly.

For example, the group of male witches behind Hibiscus.

They all glared at him angrily, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"What's wrong with these guys? They seem really excited!" Hannah said cautiously as she stepped forward, looking at Fleur, her sister, and of course, the other students from Beauxbatons with some wariness.

"Aren't you excited?" Harry said with a helpless look. "Owen beat up a lot of them last semester."

Upon hearing this, Hannah's heart suddenly tightened.

He had heard the story of Irving's rampage at Beauxbatons.

But she never expected that he would offend so many people.

"What should we do?"

"What's the panic?" The twins finally snapped out of their daze over Fleur's beauty. "The young wizards of Hogwarts are invincible!"

"Um... let's be careful," Neville said, barely able to hide his nervousness. His eyes kept darting between the young wizards who were looking at him with menacing expressions.

Suddenly, the other party moved.

The students from Beauxbatons surrounded Irving and his group, shouting something aggressively in French.

Harry and the others, of course, couldn't understand it.

But that didn't stop them from seeing Irving dodging the kick, baring his teeth and spitting back in kind.

That was definitely not something nice to say!

The verbal battle lasted for quite some time.

Harry and the others watched as Owen single-handedly debated the entire Beauxbatons group, and then, with a few inexplicable "Fuck you"s popping out, the group of wordless guys finally gave up.

Enraged, young wizard Beauxbatons had already drawn his wands from many of his followers.

Battle is imminent.

"What are you looking at? Looking for a beating?" Ron, whose soul had been stolen by Hibiscus, finally came to his senses.

For no other reason than that.

It was only because he noticed a male wizard lecherously staring at his sister Ginny in the crowd.

"Gibberish."

The other person was clearly being rude, because he was holding his wand arrogantly, and it was clear that he wasn't going to apologize.

"He said that the girls from Hogwarts stole their Beauxbatons girls, so they had to steal a Hogwarts girl too."

As Irving explained, he hurled profanities at the toad.

Robbing? That's a matter of strength. Do you hooligans even have that kind of strength?

"What? They're going to kidnap Ginny?"

Ron wasn't the only one who heard the sound.

Ginny was also taken aback.

How did the fire end up on me out of nowhere?

Meanwhile, Furong also snapped out of her surprise at seeing her best friend.

She had heard all the foul language that Owen and the group of guys behind her had just said.

He immediately and sternly stopped the already intoxicated wizards, Beauxbatons.

They were warned not to clash with Irving and his team.

Unfortunately, this didn't do any good.

The wizards of Beauxbatons were very unhappy with Fleur's "traitorous" act of befriending Hermione.

Of course, he didn't take her words to heart at all.

Some even spoke rudely to her.

What they said was really awful.

"Uh—what are they doing?"

Seeing the sudden infighting among the young wizards Beauxbatons, the young lions at Hogwarts were all quite bewildered.

It's said that Hogwarts is a collection of disparate structures, with the four houses constantly arguing with each other.

Now it seems that this Beauxbatons School of Magic is not as good as them.

How could they possibly have internal strife on the eve of war?

Look at those girls in blue silk school uniforms arguing fiercely with Furong.

It's obvious this isn't the first time.

Sure enough! Pretty girls tend to talk badly about each other.

While a group of young Hogwarts wizards were watching and gossiping...

The battle situation suddenly changed.

The verbal conflict escalated into a physical altercation.

Because when the beautiful girl in the blue silk robe verbally insulted her, she had already extended her reach to Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacour.

Irving seemed to have heard the word "mongrel".

This immediately ignited Hibiscus's anger.

She angrily stepped forward and slapped the girl across the face.

She can be misunderstood and insulted, but she will never allow anyone to speak disrespectfully to her sister.

The girl who had been slapped had a venomous and hidden glint in her eyes. She quickly drew her wand and chanted an evil spell at Fleur.

Unfortunately, she was no match for Fleur in terms of magical skills.

Before she could finish her spell, Hibiscus easily disarmed her.

"Mmm—exciting!"

Kyrie Irving looked excited!

Hehe—I love watching girls fight.

The other young Hogwarts wizards watched in shock as everything unfolded before them.

That slap really shocked them.

That posture, that demeanor, that unwavering gaze—it was simply too beautiful.

Suddenly, Ron felt a surge of intense emotion towards the girl.

He stared at Furong without paying attention, as if trying to etch her face into his brain.

Then the conflict escalated again.

Several male wizards glared at Fleur, as if they were about to attack the girl they considered a traitor.

"Tch~ I thought the wizards at Beauxbatons would be all gentlemen, but it seems they treat the girls at their school like this. It's unbelievable," Ron said sarcastically.

Irwin continued his sarcasm, adding, "After all, it's a glorious tradition in old Paris that when it comes to their own people, especially women, they strike hard."

"What did you say!" Suddenly, a broken English voice came from the crowd of Beauxbatons surrounding them.

"You're just a coward, all talk and no action! Come on, fight! Don't let me look down on you!"

Irving had a cold smile on his lips.

He knows these people too well.

Last year, the Beauxbatons trip took place during the summer vacation, when there weren't many students on campus. Once the new semester started and all the students returned to school, his legend was bound to be distorted and downplayed in various ways.

After all, getting a group of young wizards from Beauxbatons who had never met him to admit that their school was inferior to Hogwarts was harder than climbing to heaven.

For example, if Harry told him how powerful a little wizard named Ilfamoni was, he would probably scoff at it, since beating Harry was nothing special.

It's only natural to have these feelings!

The solution is very simple.

He'll be fine after another beating.

If that doesn't work, then two meals!

"You!" The wizard, staring directly at by Owen, could no longer remain calm.

As a mysterious curse flew from an unknown direction, it brushed past him.

Enraged, the wizard Beauxbatons launched an attack on the surrounded Hogwarts wizards.

"Disarm you!"

"They'll all be petrified!"

"Upside-down kick!!!"

If—and I mean if—were young wizards from other countries standing here, perhaps they would have been thrown off balance by the sudden encirclement and attack, and would have been defeated one by one.

Unfortunately, this is a junior wizard at Hogwarts.

And they're Gryffindors.

I, a Gryffindor, am born to be surrounded. Taking on two is no big deal, taking on three is a little troublesome, and taking on four is something I'd rather die than let one of them go!

Harry was the first to react.

But as soon as the other person's lips moved slightly and his wand swung, he unleashed a disarming spell, a stroke of luck.

Then, with great strides and unwavering determination, he charged into the crowd.

The magic wand in her hand drew a faint blue armor.

Defend against all sorts of messy spells.

As for the other minor wizards...

Hehe—I've been itching for a long time.

The fighting spirit that had been building up for half a semester was instantly ignited.

The twins stood on the left and right, with Ron close behind.

Ginny, protecting the somewhat bewildered Neville, unleashed a devastating attack on the lecherous wizard who had been staring at her earlier.

The remaining Hannah, Luna, and Justin Simon faced off against the young wizard Beauxbatons from behind.

Seeing the unrestrained smiles gradually spreading across the faces of the young wizards, Owen knew that these young wizards, whose minds were filled with the thought, "Men want to fight, men want to fight," had indeed been holding back a lot this semester!

Ouch! What a sin! What a sin! Have all the young wizards at Hogwarts become like this?

Is this still a follower of Merlin, who advocated peace?

Oh!

You said Merlin is the British swordsman who wields the holy sword and loves to beat his enemies with the sword of victory.

hiss!

That's alright then, as expected! Merlin's followers should inherit this glorious tradition!

Fighting Beauxbatons has caused a huge mess!

"Flames are raging!"

In the crowd, Hermione held up her grapevine wand, the flames of which, with the help of a masterful transmutation spell, transformed into a male rooster.

The male pheasant flies, its feathers fluttering.

Tiny flames, like seedlings, fell from above the heads of the young Beauxbatons wizards.

Their clothes and hair were being burned.

The male pheasant flies, its cry rising and falling.

The cry sounded like a phoenix, accompanied by waves of heat that swept over all the wizards beneath its wings.

—Miss Granger held back! The power of the flames shouldn't be this weak.

Owen, who hadn't participated at all, looked at Hermione with some surprise.

Since their parting at the cave, her magical skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

She definitely couldn't have unleashed such exquisite fire magic a month ago.

The corpse may have given her too much of a shock.

But this level of progress

To put it bluntly, Miss Granger is already capable of attempting to master the Fiendfyre spell.

Judging from her level of mastery of magic, she was already capable of barely controlling the most powerful, inextinguishable fire, the Fiendfire.

"Good heavens!" Hermione's exquisite magic not only attracted Owen's attention, but also Fleur's, who was protecting her sister and watching coldly from the sidelines.

She is stronger than she was a year ago.

Furong's heart suddenly sank.

Since being double-dealed with by Owen and Hermione last summer, she has been practicing spells diligently for the past year, and her progress has been remarkably fast in Mrs. Orim Maxim's eyes.

Her current abilities are more than enough to graduate from Beauxbatons and become an Auror at the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, this may be due to a lack of combat experience; she may need to undergo intensive training for a period of time.

However, based solely on the quantity and quality of spells she has mastered, she is qualified to be an Auror.

But—just now, when she saw Hermione's majestic figure soaring through the sky, she knew that she hadn't actually widened the gap between herself and Hermione.

The advantage that age brings is being rapidly caught up by Hermione.

If Hermione was able to defeat her in her first year because of her unexpected courage and the wandless spellcasting techniques she didn't yet understand at the time...

So now she probably already has the ability to defeat him head-on.

This made her gradually relaxing nerves tense up again.

"These wizards in Beauxbatons are way too weak!"

"Exactly! With so many people, even if they took on two opponents at once, they still couldn't beat those Hogwarts guys!"

"Are you blind? Didn't you notice how strong those young wizards from Hogwarts are? Look at that red-haired little girl, she looks only a few years old! She can easily cast a disarming charm, can you do that?"

A hysterical voice, accompanied by strange emphasis.

Their flippant tone and inexplicable pronunciation of words unequivocally confirmed the true identity of these guys.

From the beginning, Owen noticed the group of people wearing blue and berry-red robes, with golden Gordi knots fastening their robes at the chest, and a four-leaf clover in the center of their left breast, surrounded by the badges of four North American magical creatures: the longhorn serpent, the cat-leopard, the thunderbird, and the Pukki.

Clearly, this is a group of young wizards from the Ilvarmoni Magic Academy.

He was a bit older than them.

There were about a dozen people around the same age as George and Fred. They were lurking in the crowd, peering at them with wide eyes!

Kyrie Irving never cared about these guys.

But just now, the spell that attacked that grumpy young wizard Beauxbatons was drawn from one of them, a wizard in a robe with a thunderbird on it.

This was utterly disgusting to Irving.

How come this wicked person who always stirs up trouble is being worshipped by others today?

With that thought in mind, he frowned and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

Before anyone else could notice, he quickly cast a Distortion spell on himself, then left and headed towards the outskirts of the Bulgarian camp.

You're making a scene, aren't you!

Since that's the case, I'll give you a big surprise!

(End of this chapter)