I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 231 It seems that fire is her favorite gift.

"Harry".

The voice was Percy's.

He joined the Ministry of Magic as he had hoped.

The people in the Coordination Department have been dealing with the wizards' gathering this morning.

One hundred thousand people.

Eating, drinking, and relieving oneself are all problems.

I was so busy that I only had time to go back to my tent for breakfast now.

"Go and call Ronald and the others back," Mrs. Weasley assigned him. "There are too many people and too many eyes around here, wizards from all over the world are mixed together, and a bunch of young wizards, don't let anything happen to them."

Hearing the sound.

Percy's forehead creased with annoyance. Those guys... it would be a miracle if they didn't cause trouble for others; who could possibly bully them?

How could he not know how formidable those young wizards at Hogwarts are now?

Percy even felt that he was no match for Hermione anymore.

So he didn't listen to a word Mrs. Weasley said and just kept eating.

Until, suddenly he noticed that the temperature behind him had dropped sharply.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he hurriedly got up and rushed out of the tent, not even having time to wipe his mouth clean.

"Percy Ignatius".

Behind him came Mrs. Weasley's furious roar.

Percy fled in a panic.

"Mom, really. With Owen around, who would dare to bully them?" Walking along the mountain path.

There were people all around me.

This place is even more lively than Hogwarts.

After walking a few steps, Percy suddenly stopped.

He suddenly thought of something unpleasant: what if Owen went and caused trouble?

He's really capable of doing something like that.

At Hogwarts, he stirred up conflicts between houses several times, instigating house wars.

He was pleased to see this.

Just as a look of worry began to appear on Percy's face, a haggard-looking magic official hurried past him.

The wizards around them also stood up and began to whisper among themselves as they gazed into the distance.

No, a magical light emanated from afar.

"What happened?"

He quickly chased after him, reached out and grabbed the middle-aged wizard, asking him a question.

"There's a fight going on up ahead," the wizard said urgently. "You are—Percy Weasley?"

"I remember you, intern at the International Department of Magical Cooperation and Exchange."

The middle-aged wizard's eyes gleamed like a cat spotting a mouse. "Perfect, these are things your department should be in charge of."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Percy up.

The two rushed to the battlefield without stopping.

along the way.

More and more young Hogwarts wizards appeared in the crowd.

They seemed to be inspired by something, and marched in unison toward a common goal.

"That's Dean Thomas." Percy recognized the tall, dark-haired, dark-skinned boy in the crowd.

He and Simonaway often spent time with Harry.

He was the most unruly of that batch of Gryffindors.

He often hangs out with his troublesome younger brother, Ron.

During the war at the academy, he was always at the forefront.

He is a very typical Gryffindor.

"Cedric, that's Cedric, and Cho Chang too?"

Percy instinctively sensed that something big was happening.

He knew Cedric, though not very well, but he knew that the guy was a typical Hufflepuff, definitely not a Gryffindor in badger skin like Owen.

He is a gentle and honest person.

Even he showed up here, holding a magic wand in his hand.

There's no need to guess; some young Hogwarts wizard must be being bullied in the distance.

What puzzled Percy was whether, apart from the adult wizards who attacked them, there were any other wizards who could threaten them.

Soon, a large crowd gathered at the Bulgarian fans' assembly point.

Standing on the edge of the field.

The distant scenery is clearly visible.

Below, shouts, the explosions of spells, curses, and the most vulnerable voices of the Ministry of Magic calling for backup rose and fell.

It was like a symphony, but unfortunately it was a cat-and-mouse symphony.

"Merlin's beard!"

—"Harry!!!"

Percy's voice echoed along the edge of the field.

Because he saw a group of wizards dressed in blood-red robes, constantly casting spells around Harry.

The sheer number of them.

The pace is very fast.

Many spells even exude a chilling aura.

Percy couldn't believe what would happen if Harry were hit by those curses.

"Damn it, those wizards are shameless, they actually launched a sneak attack." Thomas, along with a group of young Hogwarts wizards, also arrived at the edge of the field.

He spat, raised his wand, and charged straight down without the slightest hesitation.

"You despicable bastard, take this MK1/2 25-pound howitzer shell!"

Thomas was speaking strange words.

The figure rushing down from the mountains resembled a lone, proud knight charging into battle against the enemy.

Percy knew that he was of mixed race, and that his father was a Muggle.

I heard he's a historian who studies the Second Muggle World War.

So this guy always seems to spout out the names of Muggle weapons.

In reality, he simply threw an explosive spell into the crowd.

Inspired by him, the other young wizards also joined the battle.

Angelina from Gryffindor Quidditch, Wood, Lee Jordan, Arya Spinnet, who had already graduated, and even Cedric rushed down with his wand in hand.

That appearance was nothing like the gentle Hufflepuff.

A complete lion-like brute.

"What happened!" Percy asked anxiously.

"It's all because of that Blake!"

"Black? Sirius Black?" Percy was startled. He hadn't seen Sirius Black in the tent.

"A few minutes ago, it was just three junior wizards from different magic schools fighting amongst themselves. But after he arrived, he jumped right in," the middle-aged wizard from the Ministry of Magic said angrily. "That caused a huge uproar. There are Bulgarians all around; do you think they'll just stand by and watch?"

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Ok!

Percy had already guessed how things would unfold.

This is indeed a bit difficult to talk about.

After all, Sirius Black is a professor at Hogwarts!

He intervenes in the conflicts among the junior wizards as a professor.

That's really embarrassing.

Stay calm—you need to stay calm.

I am an official of the Ministry of Magic. My every word and action represents the Ministry of Magic and the face of British wizards.

I can't be as reckless as Sirius Black.

Unless—Percy, standing on the edge of the field, saw his younger brother Ron suddenly attacked by a Bulgarian wizard.

Some unknown curse sent Ron flying quite a distance.

The next second, the space around Percy suddenly began to distort.

In the blink of an eye, he was already on the battlefield.

"Fuchsia!!!"

The golden spell was like a fist, and with one punch, it sent the Bulgarian wizard who dared to ambush Ron flying.

He was suspended upside down in the air several times.

Eventually, he ended up hanging from the window of a tall tent.

"That's my brother, you bunch of bastards!"

Percy yelled.

Then, without hesitation, he began casting the spell.

These spells, which originated from the ones taught by Irving, became increasingly proficient in his use.

He probably had the most contact with Irving throughout last year.

It's also possible that the Death Eaters' siege of Hogwarts after Christmas instilled a sense of urgency in the young wizards, making them even more diligent.

The time spent practicing spells also increased.

This spell, invented by Snape, was popularized by Owen and flourished in the hands of Gryffindor.

There, almost everyone knows this spell.

The sudden arrival of young Hogwarts wizards greatly reduced the pressure on Harry and Hermione.

Neither Durmstrang nor Beauxbatons were afraid.

But after the group of adult Bulgarian wizards joined in, they faced the predicament of being surrounded by enemies.

The British wizards are still on their way.

Although some have already participated, their numbers are far fewer than theirs.

"Harry!" Spells flew amidst the chaotic crowd.

Suddenly a clear, cold voice called out to him.

Harry turned around silently.

It's Hermione.

He saw the fire in her eyes.

I was startled.

"Come help me!" she said.

Harry weaved through the crowd, dealt with a Bulgarian wizard who tried to ambush him, and reached Hermione's side. "Okay!"

He didn't ask Hermione what she wanted to do.

She's his best friend and his second smartest friend; she'll definitely find a way to solve these problems.

Even Harry himself didn't know why he had such confidence.

"Help me buy some time!" Hermione forced herself to calm down.

She held her wand to the ground and began casting a spell before Harry could even respond.

next second.

The earth began to crack.

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the other side.

Owen was admiring the figure of that Iphamoni girl.

She's beautiful, has a great figure, and most importantly, she's incredibly strong. She's simply an absolutely perfect girl.

Of course, he was simply admiring her beauty and had no intention of taking out the Moon-Gazing Mirror from his pocket.

Besides, it's less that he was interested in the girl, and more that he was interested in the feathered serpent god that appeared around her.

A true man should confront the gods; getting entangled with a mortal girl is beneath the dignity of our Little Black Demon King.

"boom!!!"

"Bang!!!"

"What's wrong?" Mr. Arnold Pisgood asked, puzzled.

He was just talking to Irving about where he wanted to go after graduation, or what kind of job he wanted to find.

This, however, was met with ridicule from the young wizard.

"We can't work while we're working, so we'll just support Miss Granger's rebellion and sweep through the Ministry of Magic. If Miss Granger ever becomes Minister, we'll naturally enjoy high positions and generous salaries."

With these advantages, why would I need to work?

Ridiculous—ridiculous!

Mr. Arnold Pisgood made no comment on Irving's remarks about loyalty to the monarch and patriotism.

Who hasn't been young and impetuous at some point?

Back when he was young, he even dreamed of surpassing Dumbledore.

But now

Reality will make everyone bow their heads, even the greatest wizard is no exception.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked into the distance.

The scene of vibrant life and flourishing of all things in the distance is still vivid in my mind.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to decades ago.

She was eighteen that year, and so was he.

Mr. Arnold Pisgood was lost in memories of the past.

However, his youthful days did not last long.

Soon after, a sudden explosion reached his ears.

In an instant, Mr. Arnold Pisgood's mood worsened.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The tone was somewhat unfriendly.

Then he suddenly looked up.

Then he witnessed a scene that he would never forget.

"By Merlin! What is that?!"

"Oh God! Is this the end of the world?"

"My God!"

"Solomon! Am I hallucinating?"

As everyone craned their necks to look, they involuntarily lowered their wands.

At that moment, both they and their enemies forgot to attack.

Everyone stared blankly into the distance.

His expression was full of terror.

"Run! Run!!!"

One of the onlookers, a wizard, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Then the onlookers scattered like birds and beasts.

They scrambled to escape.

The earth is cracked.

A terrible magical force violently tore apart the poor land.

Grass, stones, tents—everything on the ground collapsed into the earth.

The dust that flew up was like dark clouds that blotted out the sun.

Amidst the dust, people saw a bright, fiery red light.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a huge surge of heat instantly dispersed all the smoke and dust.

Finally, the wizards were able to see clearly what was happening over there.

There, in the crowd of young wizards from Hogwarts.

It emitted a bright light!

A male-shaped fire magician spreads its wings and takes flight.

Then, the flames, carrying with them the rubble and soil, or lava, gradually rose into the air.

At a speed visible to the naked eye.

Flames and stones merged together; the intense heat of the flames melted the stones and then reshaped the lava material.

Perhaps it also has the added benefit of Transfiguration.

In short, the flowing lava material quickly materialized, and soon a towering lava behemoth, dozens of feet tall, roared and appeared on the earth.

"roar!!!"

A tremendous roar, like the tolling of bells before the apocalypse, echoed in everyone's ears.

But that's not all.

In the distance, among the crowds at Hogwarts.

Then another bright light appeared, followed by a second, and a third.

Countless groups.

There were so many that the light converged, making it impossible for ordinary people to discern the exact number.

The magic, transformed into a blazing white, was like the midday sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Everyone was shocked.

The world seemed to stand still at that moment.

The land was shattered, and the remains were suspended in mid-air.

Then, they rapidly converged upwards around the ball of light.

Those who witnessed all of this!

Everyone could feel that awe-inspiring and powerful magic!

Slowly, the lava behemoth grew even larger and more terrifying.

The mere stomping and roaring were enough to make the wizards on the ground unable to stand firm.

One by one, they fell to the ground.

They looked up, their eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the colossal, miraculous creature, and gasped in astonishment.

—How is this possible? Is this still magic?!

Looking at this molten behemoth formed by powerful magic, everyone felt like they were going crazy.

Their worldview is collapsing rapidly.

Everyone could see that the lava behemoth had no trace of dark magic about it, especially the Bulgarian wizards, most of whom were graduates of Durmstrang and were familiar with all kinds of dark magic.

But what we see before us is completely different; the sense of incongruity from the forced combination of materials is incredibly strong.

Everyone knows that this is just an ordinary transformation spell.

The simplest form of transfiguration.

But even the greatest wizard Dumbledore probably couldn't do a transformation of this level.

Perhaps only in the dusty magic books describing ancient sorcerers in libraries can we find such records.

What kind of monster is that?!

This scene, destined to be etched in the history of magic, forced the curious wizard to open his eyes with tears in his eyes (to stare directly at the bright light).

Then he saw it.

A young, flamboyant witch stood at the feet of the glorious behemoth.

Her hair flew like flames, and her whole body exuded an astonishing aura.

The aura of a strongman.

His pale face was filled with excitement.

His eyes were brimming with excitement and wonder.

"Merlin!"

"She looks only thirteen or fourteen years old!"

Everyone saw the face of the witch at the head of the Hogwarts crowd—the other young wizards, along with her, raised their wands high.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement.

"They are young wizards from Hogwarts!"

Finally, wizard reinforcements from England arrived.

The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic gathered here as if they were descending from the heavens.

"Incredible, incredible!"

"This is simply a miracle!!!"

"Look at that witch! Who is she? Who is she?!"

The sound of scattered soil and burning rocks echoed continuously across the entire sky.

At least tens of thousands of wizards at the scene looked up in unison, utterly shocked, staring in disbelief at the suddenly appearing fiery behemoth.

That was Surtur, the fire giant who seemed to tear Asgard apart.

It stands magnificently and realistically above the clouds (the rising dust looks like hazy clouds).

Shock! ! !

Utterly shocking!!!

Besides these, no one else had any other words to describe the scene before them.

They simply couldn't believe that this was the power of a junior wizard, or even a group of junior wizards casting a spell together—it was far too exaggerated.

"Hermione Granger?" Draco was equally shocked.

He uttered the name blankly.

The wizards around them finally learned the girl's real name.

"Hermione Granger!"

"Her name is Hermione Granger!" Mr. Cuthbert Mocrech was speechless with shock.

He stared blankly ahead.

The worldview formed over decades of life collapsed in an instant.

"Huh? A young wizard from Hogwarts?" His expression was stiff as he mechanically turned around, looking at Owen with a pleading expression.

It was as if he hoped to get an answer from Irving that this was just a dream or that he was under some kind of confusion spell.

"Uh," Irving muttered, looking somewhat helpless.

It seems Miss Granger is quite obsessed with her less-than-successful fire magic and shapeshifting trolls in the cave!

She couldn't have spent over a month practicing this magic, could she?

Flames seemed to be her favorite gift.

As for Mr. Cuthbert Mokrich's doubts.

Irving, on the other hand, seemed somewhat nonchalant.

"It's Hermione Jane Granger, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts," he said casually.

(End of this chapter)