I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

In my opinion, Chapter 27 is like a clay chicken or a clay dog.

"Hold on, Miss Granger! There's a Slytherin baby coming from three o'clock."

Meanwhile, the command from the master of pyrotechnics, Owen, resounded in the ears of many Gryffindors.

He leaped up and stood on Hufflepuff's dining table, waving a flag and cheering.

Hannah, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

"What disarming spell! Can't he use his fists without his wand?" Owen roared.

He watched as Harry cast a disarming spell with a 60% success rate, disarming a second-year Slytherin's wand. The little guy was probably basking in his own pride, as it was probably the first time he had ever successfully cast this spell.

Just then, Irving's voice came through.

Both of them were taken aback upon hearing the voice.

Immediately, the second-year Slytherin realized, "Oh right! I may not have a wand, but I still have my fists!"

He glanced at Harry's frail little body, and without hesitation, he pounced on him. They wrestled together.

"I...I thank you! Owen!" Harry roared, and the usual wizarding combat began, hand-to-hand fighting.

"You're welcome. Serving Gryffindor."

"Harry!" Seeing his good brother in trouble, Ron immediately rushed over and kicked the guy right in the chin. The Slytherin guy was caught off guard and was kicked in the Zanzhu acupoint on his face—his neck twisted and he passed out.

Are you alright?

Ron, who had dragged Harry out, asked with concern.

"It's alright, be careful." Rubbing his cheek, Harry, who hadn't had time to relax, suddenly saw a curse he had never seen before in his eye socket. He quickly used all his strength to push Ron away, calmed himself down, and looked at the despicable guy.

Draco Malfoy.

"Ron, don't come any closer. Give him to me!" Harry shouted, then grabbed his wand and charged forward.

I was just about to look for you! And you dare to show up here yourself!

Do you really think he has no temper?

With both old and new grudges surging in his heart, Harry transformed into a war god, calmly dodging various spells coming from the front (a result of Owen's training) while keeping a close eye on Malfoy.

"Yes! Harry, keep an eye on him. Use the Petrify Charm!"

Skin—Battlefield Commander—Owen, holding his wand, casually cast a light spell, which landed on Malfoy's head.

—To mark your enemies.

Seeing this, Harry turned around and grinned gratefully at Owen, then turned back with a slight upturn of his lips.

You despicable bastard, prepare to receive the iron fist of Gryffindor justice!

With that thought in mind, Harry raised his wand and aimed it at Malfoy, unleashing a petrification charm that wasn't entirely successful.

The effect wasn't great; it only petrified Malfoy's legs, but—that was enough.

"Yeah, charge at him, Harry, and kick his ass!"

Irving's eyes lit up. He sat up on the table, holding the half-eaten bowl of pumpkin porridge he still had left. He drank the porridge while keeping a close eye on the battle.

Ah!

Hufflepuffs never waste food!

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Let's turn our attention elsewhere.

Please welcome our frontline war correspondent, Owen, to give us a firsthand look.

First, there's the main stage battle zone, which has become an arena for high-level battles between the three academies.

The three prefects, along with the sixth and seventh grade wizards, were locked in a fierce battle.

The Gryffindors strategically positioned themselves in a pincer movement, attacking the other two houses. After all, they were experienced in fighting and their teamwork was excellent. Although their overall strength was lower than that of the other houses, their reckless spirit and the constant attrition between the other two houses allowed them to maintain a firm advantage.

Next is the Long Table Zone, where Gryffindor is on full defensive. Ravenclaw has absolute dominance in the third, fourth, and fifth grades.

In high-level battles, Slytherin's pure-blood wizards might be able to gain an edge by relying on the various spells passed down in their families, but when it comes to mid-level combat power, Ravenclaws reign supreme in the entire Hogwarts.

Finally, there was the field battle zone in front of the Great Hall and outside the hall, where Harry and Hermione performed exceptionally well, keeping the Slytherins completely under their thumb.

If it weren't for Ravenclaw pulling them back, they would have ended the fight long ago.

"Wow! Miss Granger has already gotten a pentakill! It was the Stun Curse that ended Ravenclaw's reign as the top second-year player!"

After putting down his chopsticks, Irving once again threw himself into the live stream.

"Wait, Six Kills! Miss Granger is going berserk!"

Hermione Granger, a rising star in the battle, is currently fully engaged in facing challenges from several other young wizards from both houses.

She automatically filtered out Irving's voice in her ear.

"Attack together!" shouted a second-year Slytherin boy.

Beside her, the Slytherin witch, also a second-year student, chimed in, "Okay!"

"mean!"

They watched as the two academies ahead signed a wartime alliance treaty.

Hermione was instantly furious. What happened to the one-on-one battle? How did it turn into a group fight?!

Bending down to dodge a half-finished petrification spell, the little witch raised her right hand to create an armor shield to block another unknown evil curse. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she casually released a gray magic spell.

"They'll all be petrified!"

Caught off guard, the cursed Slytherin instantly hardened into a stone and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Seven Kills! Miss Granger is approaching godhood!"

The other young wizards around the witch looked alarmed and unconsciously took a few steps back.

They failed to make progress.

She's just a first-year wizard, so why is she so strong?

Although she had long anticipated Hermione's strength, after all, there were young wizards who had witnessed Owen training them the whole time.

But when they actually started fighting her, they were shocked to discover that this little witch, who could only last five seconds against the monster Hufflepuff, was actually so powerful—truly terrifying!

As the brightest light on the battlefield, Hermione was now filled with an unprecedented excitement.

Her fluffy hair was blown about by the strong wind, and her brown eyes were filled with a fiery light.

A confident smile played on his lips.

It was as if my whole being had been elevated.

Is this the pleasure of beating someone up?

Thank you, Kyrie, I felt it!

"Eight kills! Miss Granger is unstoppable!" Owen screamed, raising his wand. A colorful firework shot from the tip of his wand and exploded outside the hall.

The brilliant fireworks enveloped Hermione's small body.

Looking around, all I saw were cheapskates and worthless scoundrels.

She stood tall and alone above the group of witches, her grapevine wand pointing downwards.

The autumn wind blowing from the mountains swept across her fair neck and ruffled her beautiful hair.

This reminded Owen of Queen Elizabeth I of England, who lived hundreds of years ago.

"I too can command the wind and rain! Dare to anger me, and my hurricane-like power will turn all of Spain upside down and wipe it all out!"

I finished revising one chapter while slacking off. Now I'll continue slacking off.

Also, why is our investment so low?

Thank you ——————Monthly ticket punctuation——————

Thank you to the book lover and her name.

Keibanxin

Don't move, I'm going to buy an orange.

And the donations from Lei Lei who has miraculously survived to this day.

(End of this chapter)