I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 230 A Fleeting Glimpse

"Who attacked you?" the girl said calmly.

Behind the gentle voice lay an uncontrollable rage.

"It's them—" Several young wizards from Iphamoni seemed to have found their anchor, their faces beaming with smiles. They quickly got up from the ground or broke free from Durmstrang's entanglement and gathered around the girl.

Several of them raised their hands and pointed out several Durmstrang wizards to her.

This included the two muscular men.

"Them?" The girl's eyes were icy cold, and the moment they swept across the air, it was as if the moisture within them would freeze.

Its bright red eyes radiated a ghostly aura, and its entire body exuded a terrifying magic.

Meanwhile, Owen, disguised as Harry, was digging at Malfoy with a stick in his hand.

The keen senses immediately detected the restlessness of magic in the surrounding air.

He has become quite sensitive ever since he received Chiron's blessing.

Um—I'm quite sensitive to magic.

"Wow! What a dense vortex of magic!" Unlike the others, Owen could clearly see the blue mist emanating from the girl's body.

Like a dark eddy beneath the coast.

"Her magic... wow, it's so abundant!" Owen's eyelids twitched, and he said in surprise, "This... could probably drown several Malfoys."

"Such a young age? That's strange!"

Owen, genuinely puzzled, looked down at the Malfoy growing in the soil with disdain.

Then, he casually stuffed a wooden stick that he had picked up from somewhere into his mouth.

"Dig it yourself! Uncle's going to watch some fun."

"Don't go—Sanchez!!!" Malfoy shouted, biting his wooden stick, his voice filled with grief and indignation.

I couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

I knew your voice was so bright!

Unfortunately, Irving isn't interested in men.

Pretty girls are still the most attractive.

After saying that, his gaze fell entirely on the mysterious girl who had suddenly appeared.

He watched with great interest.

Then, the elegantly dressed girl actually waved her wand right in front of the Ministry of Magic officials.

Azure lightning bolt roared as it shot from the tip of her staff, transforming into thorny vines that lashed out at the ignorant group who dared to defy the Iphamoni Magic Academy.

"Stop!"

Mr. Cuthbert Mokrich screamed.

But he didn't have time to draw his wand to stop the girl.

With a whoosh, a bolt of lightning arrived precisely in front of him.

fast!

too fast!

Like light!

He didn't have time to react at all.

The lightning crackled and hovered in front of him, just inches from his head.

This is clearly a warning.

"What do you want to do!" Arnold Pisgood, standing to the side, drew his wand with a cold expression, staring at the hostile girl with a look of surprise and gloom.

This is already a blatant disregard for the Ministry of Magic.

"Me? I was just ensuring that Iphamoni received the respect she deserved."

The girl's sharp voice responded to Mr. Arnold Pisgood.

She stood there, her not-so-tall body appearing towering, like an unreachable mountain, exuding a profound sense of history.

Everyone present realized that this witch must have come from a long-established pure-blood family.

And it is very likely that they are direct descendants.

Only a family like that could raise a wizard with this kind of temperament.

The magical lightning continued to mercilessly and bloodily lash the bodies of the Durmstrang wizards.

This made it impossible for the Bulgarian wizards present to remain calm.

After witnessing the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic.

They had given up hope on the British.

He drew his wand and cast a spell on the incredibly beautiful girl.

All sorts of bizarre spells exploded like fireworks.

But there was not a trace of fear on the girl's face.

A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, her red lips pursed slightly. It was like a silent mockery.

Then, the hand that was waving the wand suddenly took on an extremely strange pose.

It was clear that the spell she was about to cast did not originate from the European continent.

Given her school, Irving believes the next curse is unique to North America.

The spellcasting motions were bizarre, and the body movements were equally strange.

It was like a dance for some kind of celebration.

In the magical world, each spell requires a corresponding casting action: chanting the spell and waving the wand. It is a complete and coherent casting process.

The so-called staffless spellcasting or silent spellcasting simply omits these steps.

Without the guidance of incantations and spellcasting actions, magic itself becomes like a flood, uncontrollable. Moreover, the wizard must use this flood to weave the corresponding magic, making the task incredibly difficult.

This is why casting spells without a staff and without sound is so difficult.

Moreover, even if one masters these two skills, the magical circuit corresponding to each spell is different. In other words, the wizard must try to practice the wandless and silent spells one by one.

Therefore, legendary wizards, such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, would only choose one of the two skills for most spell applications, rather than mastering both.

Generally, they will choose to cast spells silently and keep their wands.

Maybe it looks more handsome this way?

The girl in front of me didn't utter any spells from beginning to end.

She simply assumed a spellcasting pose, clearly indicating that she had already come quite far on the path of magic.

"That is?"

Suddenly, the onlookers were astonished to find that the dazzling spells, which were as bright as fireworks, mysteriously stopped in place on their way to the witch.

Yes, it didn't dissipate or disappear; it simply hovered in mid-air.

It is invisible to the public.

But Irving could see it clearly.

The girl's magic conjured a clearly visible phantom image.

At first, he only regarded him as a guardian deity.

But when he squinted and looked through those points of light, he realized that they were just illusions and that they were not guardian deities at all.

Or rather, no human guardian deity would be that kind of thing.

It was a serpentine deity covered in feathers, adorned with a magnificent, radiant feathered robe.

From Mayan mythology, a founding deity who governs life, harvest, culture, and wind and rain.

Quetzalcoatl.

"Buzz!!!"

The sun rises high above the earth.

Radiance—is the unfolding of wings.

The girl held her magic wand leisurely.

The goddess waved her radiant and magnificent feathered robe, and easily wiped away the spell cast by the fools on earth.

It hovered silently around her.

Neither sad nor happy.

However, suddenly, a familiar magical rhythm awakened Zhi.

Immediately, God's gaze fell upon Irving.

That gaze, spanning two thousand years and belonging to the Age of Gods, made Owen involuntarily narrow his eyes.

It's too bright!

It's like looking directly at the sun!

Is this what they mean by the gods being invisible?

Irving didn't understand, but he could sense that the gaze wasn't malicious, it was just...

Somewhat surprised?

But only Irving saw this glory.

In the eyes of the ordinary wizards around him.

The girl strangely cast a spell.

A blinding light suddenly shone from the tip of the wand.

The light barrier, like a giant hand, easily neutralized all their spells.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

The onlookers were all shocked by the powerful protective magic the girl had cast.

That spell, like the ultimate guardian, not only blocked the attacks from the Bulgarians but also launched a counterattack.

The next second, blue and white lightning struck down a large number of people.

"this"

Arnold Pisgood's eyes widened.

He was no longer able to speak.

If he had to describe the person before him in one word, it would be—monster!

Yes, she's like a monster!

A magical monster who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Iphamoni," he muttered silently to himself.

The fact that the magic school had only been established for a few hundred years suddenly gave him a sense of urgency.

Because he saw in that girl a future magical achievement no less than Dumbledore's.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the fact was that the greatest white wizard in the magical world was nearly 150 years old.

Even if you rack your brains, you can't imagine that there is a young wizard who can rival that girl.

Perhaps—Mr. Arnold Pisgood fell silent.

He recalled last year's article in the Daily Prophet about the young Hogwarts wizard who single-handedly defeated hundreds of Dementors.

Perhaps he can be compared to him?

Meanwhile, Mr. Arnold Pisgood, the one in his heart who was comparable to the monster girl before him, was resting his chin on his hand, his thoughts racing as he pondered the meaning of the divine gaze.

In reality, according to Professor Chiron, the ancient gods were actually shamans.

They participated together in the war against the one who claimed to be an Outer God.

If Quetzalcoatl was once one of them, then it makes sense that she would be watching him.

After all, he is the heir to ancient magic in this generation.

They are born with the responsibility of driving away external gods.

Owen was quite surprised that a wizard could transform into a god, traversing thousands of years to project his gaze upon the present world.

What kind of magic is this?

That really piques my curiosity.

"Sanchez! Hey! Sanchez."

Suddenly, a rustling sound came to his ears, and as Owen gradually came to his senses, the sound grew louder.

"I'm warning you, get me out of here right now!"

It's Malfoy.

He had already spat the branch aside, probably after several attempts, but apart from hitting his oral mucosa and teeth, it had done absolutely no good.

"What are you doing! Calling me Harry Potter outside!" Owen turned to look at the guy with annoyance.

He'll expose his identity again.

Watch out, buddy, I might find a telephone pole and hang you up there.

"Don't mention that bastard again." Malfoy, huddled in the ground, spat out a mouthful of dirt.

"And your disguise has been exposed!"

"Huh?" Owen suddenly looked down and saw that he, who should have been wearing a flashy white robe, had changed back into ordinary Muggle clothing.

"this"

Could it be that Quetzalcoatl's gaze just now cleared away his illusion spell?

Is there no falsehood in the eyes of the gods?

Is it really that domineering?

"It's you!" The boy with unwavering faith suddenly appeared before Mr. Arnold Pisgood, who was first astonished, then overjoyed.

The intense emotional change even brought a flush to his face.

"Well, that's it, the game's over."

Irving pursed his lips, slightly annoyed.

His head is full of all sorts of outrageous things.

There are 100,000 wizards here.

The conflicts between countries are deeply rooted, and if he could stir up trouble in each of them...

hoo hoo hoo!

The real Wizarding World War is about to begin!

However—it's no fun now that people have recognized me.

Once the disguise is revealed, the combat power drops by half!

There's also the risk of being caught and locked up by Dumbledore, or being used as a merciless copying machine.

Forget it.

Anyway, there's still a long way to go, and there will definitely be other opportunities in the future.

Mr. Cuthbert Mocrecchi, the head of the goblin liaison office, used a spell to pull Malfoy out of the ground during a brief lull in the fighting.

After all, he's the son of a wealthy benefactor, so we still have to show him some respect.

As for Mr. Arnold Pisgood, he was still looking at Irving with anticipation.

As a taciturn man, and capable of dedicating his life to the study of magic within the Department of Mystics, Mr. Arnold Pisgood possesses all the qualities of a scholar-wizard.

Although he was one of the Malfoy family's patrons, Mr. Arnold Pisgood used all the money for his own research.

Compared to the more materialistic wizards in the Department of Wizardry, he still harbored expectations for Hogwarts.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood always felt that if Hogwarts could produce a few more wizards like Dumbledore, it would be a blessing for both Hogwarts' reputation and his magical research.

That's why he looked at Irving with such intense passion.

"Sir, could you please stop looking at me like that, expecting me to go and fight that girl?" Owen looked at the somewhat bald, middle-aged wizard with disdain.

He was just like most wizards who never left the magical world in their entire lives.

The Muggle costume he was wearing was ridiculous and laughable.

A suit paired with thermal underwear, or a women's trench coat with a pair of high-heeled boots.

With this outfit, all I can say is that Kyrie Irving understands fashion.

However, this kind of fashion, which is hundreds of years ahead of humankind, is incomprehensible to modern ordinary people.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood felt somewhat awkward under Owen's gaze, so he gestured to his two colleagues, one to run and call for help, and the other to go and calm the Iphamoni witch down.

"You're a rising star in the magical world!" he exclaimed, praising Owen.

Then, with a joyful expression, he walked towards Irving.

"No! No, I didn't! I'm terrible, I can't even beat Malfoy over there!" Owen said, pointing at the disheveled Malfoy.

Then he received a disdainful look from Draco.

"What, you have a problem with that?" Owen glared back. Then, glaring at him, he continued, "Are you asking for trouble? You're acting a bit too aggressive today!"

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Malfoy, under Irving's oppressive gaze, dared not utter another word.

However, though he outwardly agreed, his gray eyes still couldn't help but radiate considerable hostility.

"Sigh." Suddenly, Mr. Pisgood sighed.

"You don't know," he said in a deep voice.

"A big thing will happen in the second half of the year. Those people have signed, they've agreed. The ministry originally thought Hogwarts was a sure thing."

The British wizarding world has been hit hard these past few months.

You'd better pray that Ireland wins tonight's Quidditch match. After all, it's the last thing I can see that can restore the confidence of British wizards.

"The second half of the year?" Irving raised an eyebrow; he naturally knew what would happen in the second half of the year.

To his surprise, it seemed that Mr. Pisgood was saying that this year's Triwizard Tournament was going to be renamed.

Will Iphamoni also participate?

Uh—Owen glanced sideways at the witch, who had calmed down. That was possible.

If he were the headmaster of Ilvermorny, and if Dumbledore extended an invitation, and one of his students possessed such magical abilities, then he would certainly agree.

This is beneficial for both the school's reputation and future student recruitment.

After all, compared to Beauxbatons who speak French and Durmstrang who speaks German, Ilfamoni, who is also from the English-speaking camp, is more attractive to British wizards.

If they can defeat Hogwarts, the oldest and most prestigious magic school in Europe, in a head-on match.

This is absolutely groundbreaking news for the long-controversial Ilfamoni, a bootleg Hogwarts magic school.

"You're overthinking it. The young wizards at Hogwarts are quite strong."

Irving said casually.

"Strong my ass!" If he had been quite confident in Cedric before, given his rapid improvement in strength over the past few years, the sudden appearance of the Ilfamoni witch forced Owen to face reality.

Her strength is far superior to that of the warriors from the other three major European magic academies.

That girl had an overwhelming advantage.

Throughout Hogwarts, Owen didn't believe anyone could defeat her head-on.

Unless he does it himself.

"Is that so?" Mr. Pisgood murmured pessimistically, seriously doubting it.

"Of course, all you need to remember is that Hogwarts is the best in the world!"

Irving said calmly.

If all else fails, he'll do it himself.

Anyway, the prize money for the top three—no—top four tournament is quite substantial, and this time it will definitely be higher than in the original story.

He was quite happy to earn some extra money easily.

"boom!!!"

The two continued their casual conversation.

Suddenly, a violent explosion was heard in the distance.

"What's going on?" Mr. Pisgood frowned, quickly leaving Owen and the others behind, and walked towards the direction from which the sound was coming.

"It looks like a young wizard from Hogwarts is fighting with someone." Mr. Cuthbert Mocrech, I don't know what promise he made to the girl.

In short, the wizards of Iphamoni, who were gathered together, stopped fighting, while the wizards of Durmstrang around them were wary of the girl's strength and did not act impulsively.

The battle here ended abruptly.

As things quieted down on this side, the distant sounds of explosions filled everyone's ears.

"Damn it, don't they know how many Muggles have gathered outside?" Mr. Pisgood cursed, then rushed over without stopping.

Mr. Cuthbert Mokrich, with Owen and Malfoy in tow—fearing they might cause more trouble.

We walked over together.

(End of this chapter)