I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 276 Appearance: Koyatl Stewart, I was just showing off.

"Oh!!! Merlin's beard!!!"

In an instant, the young wizards of Hogwarts screamed like madmen!

Although they didn't understand what had just happened, it was clear that Cedric had won and gotten the golden egg.

"What's going on?" Harry shouted.

His face was flushed, and he cheered as joyfully as the other young wizards.

"I don't know, it was a Niffler, when did it get the golden egg?" Ron cheered as well, but he didn't know what had happened either.

"I wish Hermione were here!" Harry exclaimed. "If it were her, she would definitely be able to tell what Cedric did."

Harry habitually thought of their strategist.

"Stop lamenting, she was one of the warriors."

"I suspect it's either Bubble Pod or Poison Ivy Hand!" The twins and Neville discussed, finally offering their deduction. "If Cedric only wanted to restrain the golems and attract the dragon's attention, he wouldn't need either of those plants."

Neville continued, "He must have shot the Niffler out with a Bubble Pod while the dragon was taking flight! Then he stole the golden egg!"

"You can do that?" Ron was shocked.

His little brain could never have come up with such a tactic.

But no matter what, no matter what method was used, Cedric won!

As the first warrior to appear, he did not disgrace Hogwarts.

On the field, he stood up unsteadily, his eyes wet and red!

He held the golden egg high and roared loudly.

"Ah~~~"

He was greeted with thunderous applause and cheers!

The little wizards welcomed him as if he were a hero!

On the other side, several professors appeared in the arena and began waving their wands to heal the wounds from the battle.

On the judging panel, several renowned professors were arguing, seemingly disagreeing on the scoring.

And Kyrie Irving!

He then ran to the inner circle.

There—Bakal had long since shrunk back to the size of half a golden egg, and with a swoop, he burrowed into his arms!

Ah~~~ The main reason—that scoundrel! He actually stole my eggs in such a despicable way!!!

Bakal was talking nonsense.

Okay, this is actually Kyrie Irving's inner monologue!

He heard these things in Bakal's roar.

Waaaaah!!

The next second—a distorted light and shadow flashed, and Sirocco suddenly appeared in his arms.

Raise your paw. *Smack!* Give Bakal a big slap!

How stupid!

The cat's eyes were full of disdain.

Don't say "you're my little brother" when you go out in the future.

You've really embarrassed me!

Seeing this, Owen laughed and pulled Bakal back. This dragon was just too arrogant!

The key is that its wingspan is tens of feet, and its massive body obscures its vision, making it indeed difficult to notice a small golden egg.

"Stop crying! Be serious, that's not your egg!!! You can't lay eggs!"

Owen shook Bakal's head and talked for a long time before finally bringing the dragon back to its senses!

"Don't you dare raise the difficulty on your own. The little wizards behind you can't beat you. Keep your current IQ!" Owen stared at him, afraid that the dragon's temperament would change drastically after the humiliation it had just suffered and that it would crush the warriors behind it!

Although he didn't know the exact limit of this dragon's strength!

However—the fire dragon possesses magic, making it difficult for Old Deng to capture.

This dragon is increasingly resembling an ancient dragon.

"But when Miss Granger appears, give it your all!" Owen's face revealed a mischievous grin. "After practicing this spell for so long, it's time to test the results!"

"hey-hey--"

On the other side, Mrs. Pomfrey from the school nurse's office helped Cedric off the field.

The handsome boy vaguely sensed a chill down his spine.

Then he turned his head sharply and saw a diamond dragon staring at him menacingly with its blue eyes.

"Uh—" Cedric couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Then he quickly quickened his pace!

He can't beat that dragon.

While waiting for the field to be repaired, the referees finally reached a conclusion.

Dumbledore and the other two headmasters gave it a score of nine out of ten.

Newt gave it a score of 9.5.

Mr. Bagman gave it nine points.

Sirius gave it 9.5 points.

Barty Crouch gave it only eight points.

Two other federation officials gave it 8.5 and 9 points respectively.

They were all penalized because Cedric used magical herbs and magical creatures by trickery, which was not his own power.

The other judges mostly gave scores between nine and ten.

Only Grindelwald—with a gloomy face and a cold smile—gave a score of zero!

As for the reason—hehe—that damn stinky stuff!

With that thought in mind, he turned his head and gave Newt, who was furthest away from him, a meaningful smile.

Sure enough—you Hufflepuff wizards are all of the same ilk, you all love to steal! And you even use the same methods!

Fortunately, the final score will be the median, after removing the lowest and highest scores.

Therefore, Grandew's zero score had no impact on the final score.

Only our poor Newt, terrified by Grindelwald's gaze, remained unblinking, staring straight ahead at the field.

If it weren't for the fact that the champions of the tournament had their Hufflepuff little wizards, he would never have come to Hogwarts, even if Dumbledore had personally invited him.

Now he could only maintain an awkward smile, pretending not to notice the gaze Mr. Grindelwald was casting at him.

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On the other side, after Cedric was substituted off the field.

It took about ten minutes to repair the damage on site.

The main problem is that clearing away the poisonous vines takes too much time. After being initially frightened and becoming agitated, the thing continues to sink deeper into the earth.

The professors finally managed to dig out all the vines.

Although the deep vines are unlikely to have any impact on the subsequent matches, they still need to clear them away to uphold the fairness of the competition.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After Cedric, Koyatl from Ivermony took the stage. Everyone was looking forward to her, although their purposes differed. The wizards of Ivermony hoped that Koyatl would wow the audience, while the wizards of the other houses, especially the young wizards of Hogwarts, were looking forward to her being humiliated!

"One has gone down, four warriors remain!" Mr. Bagman shouted as the bell rang again. "Miss Stewart, please come up!"

The crowd was filled with applause and pessimistic comments from the stands.

Koyatl slowly walked out of the room.

Unlike Cedric, she, dressed in a blue uniform, did not appear nervous.

She held her wand and strolled leisurely into the distance. The golden egg atop the pyramid, clearly visible in the inner circle, was a sight to behold. She would never let the warrior lose sight of her objective.

"Oh! It seems our Miss Stewart is quite confident!" Mr. Bagman's booming voice echoed through the stands. "Let's wait and see how she manages to get past the outer circle of magical puppets!"

"Oh! Look! Our puppet warriors have arrived!"

As Mr. Bagman shouted.

The ground shook once again.

The newly repaired earth cracked open again, and right at Koyater's feet, an ancient puppet stretched out a long sword and thrust it upwards.

"jump!!!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the stands.

It's the Ironclad Curse!

Then a thunderbolt flashed across the sky, and a forearm-shaped bolt of lightning shot directly into the ground with Koyatl's wand!

The immense magic and dazzling lightning lifted the entire earth, visibly creating a deep crater in the ground.

"Oh my God!"

This is the purest form of magic.

The young wizards in the stands gasped in amazement.

But this was not the limit for Koyatl. She then waved her wand, and a powerful transformation spell forced the ground to heal itself, trapping the puppet that had not yet crawled out of the ground firmly underground.

"Clang!"

Two more sword lights appeared.

The tremors on the ground had startled the two nearest magical puppets.

Koyater frowned, her silver hair flowing smoothly like silk. Strands of hair framing her face obscured her features, leaving only her blood-red eyes clearly visible.

"Interesting—" she said dismissively. She tilted her head back, her bright red eyes filled with disdain.

The enormous size of the magical puppet did indeed surprise her!

In Iphamoni, she had never seen such a terrifying magical puppet.

But—if it's just a puppet, it's not something she should be alarmed about.

A slight smile played on her lips, and her red and blue robe fluttered even without wind.

It was as if a musical movement was playing in my ears, and my right hand was raised high like a conductor.

Then, a dazzling light emanated from the tip of her wand.

The light, filled with a misty atmosphere, seemed to form the most solid wall.

"Ultimate Protection!"

"boom!!!"

Visibly, the ground beneath Koyatl's feet suddenly sank.

The shattered rock fragments turned into dust and dispersed as smoke.

"ha!"

She gave a soft shout, then suddenly pushed her wand horizontally. It was some kind of spell, but the next second, the magical puppet was blown away as if it had been hit by some heavy blow.

"Bang! Boom!"

The immense force cleaved a huge chasm in the ground from the puppet.

Ultimately, the puppet crashed straight into the stands below. The professors nearby rushed over and activated protective spells, preventing the stands from being damaged.

Even so, the impact she had was still astonishing.

Perhaps others couldn't see it at all, but Owen—he saw it clearly—just now, behind Koyatl, in the void, a pure white wing suddenly flapped.

The enormous impact was caused by it.

"Quetzalcoatl!"

Owen sat firmly on the boulder below the stands, and the witch before him seemed quite strange to him.

She was like a puppet controlled by Quetzalcoatl, not particularly outstanding in herself, but because the god's magic was too powerful.

It's like—although she casts the same spell as you, because her magic is much stronger, its power is several times greater than yours.

Is this her talent?

Irving shook his head, "Not necessarily."

True power is not like that. Take Owen, for example. Even if he wasn't chosen by the gods to be the successor of ancient magic in this generation, his knowledge and magical skills alone are enough to make him a potential leader of the next generation of wizards, possibly surpassing Dumbledore.

Sometimes Owen even felt that inheriting ancient magic was a burden to him.

Dude, you're already invincible. Even if you strengthen yourself again, what difference will it make?

Can it destroy the Earth with a single punch?

That's impossible!

Having inherited this power, he still had to clean up the messes left by the gods and fight against the elusive and intangible Old Gods.

That's just asking for trouble for him.

That is the biggest difference between him and the witch named Koyatl.

Even without divine intervention, Owen could still grow into a wizard surpassing Dumbledore. But Coyatt—she simply couldn't do that, at least not yet in Owen's sights.

On the other side, after knocking away a magical puppet.

Koyatl then strode quickly toward the inner circle.

Her long silver hair flowed behind her, and every now and then, her wand would light up with a white light, a series of protective spells that reached out to the other puppets around her as they slashed at her.

She was like a shimmering comet, trailing a silvery glow.

An unstoppable charge forward.

As she approached the inner circle, she suddenly stopped, her blood-red eyes rapidly sweeping over the puppets around her who seemed oblivious to fear.

The next second, she held her wand down in front of her.

With a gentle swipe of her finger, countless ancient runes converged from the tip of her wand: "Lava Fire."

Suddenly, the pebbles beneath her feet began to tremble.

Orange-red flames surged forth from the tip of her wand, accompanied by a bright light.

The flames, like ocean waves, danced in layers.

They scorch the stone, turning it into lava.

"Gubulai Immortal Fire~" (Cannot find the spell.)

Then Koyatl began to swing her wand at high speed. Her precise control of magic was like casting invisible threads, connecting the lava and making it obey her will.

Gradually, the lava began to accumulate.

In the blink of an eye, a giant lava beast, also several tens of feet tall, appeared on the field.

"boom!!!"

The eternally burning flames flowed into the hands of the lava behemoth, transforming into swords.

The ground-hugging slash carried terrifying power.

With a single sword strike, he cleaved the two magical puppets in half at the waist.

"Holy shit—"

The terrifying heat forced Owen, who was enjoying watching the show from his rocky seat, to raise his wand.

Then he saw the orange-red flame.

are you kidding me?

Ancient Flame of Immortality?

Can that kind of thing be used casually?

As some of the most powerful fire spells in the world, the Ancient Flame and the Fiendish Flame can be considered twins of fire magic.

Owen did know of a few other fire magic spells, but none of them were as powerful as these two.

Because of its great versatility, many powerful wizards have created their own spells based on its characteristics. Whether it is Dumbledore's Hellfire Avengers or Grindelwald's Fire Shield, both spells bear the shadow of the Fiery Flame.

But the Ancient Flame is different. As a terrifying magic that burns eternally, its nature was predetermined from the very beginning of its creation.

Ancient wizards may have created the eternal flame magic, Ancient Flame, based on the concept of the furnace of life in legend.

This is strikingly similar to the Muggle theory that life originated in the oceans billions of years ago, a time of frequent volcanic activity on Earth.

Here, we will not delve into the origins of this curse.

Irving was saying that the difficulty of casting this spell is no longer a question of whether it's high or low.

In the world today, there is only one recorded wizard who can use this spell: Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Perhaps Grindelwald could also use this spell, but history has not recorded it.

What surprised Owen the most was that a seventeen-year-old wizard had actually used this spell. Just moments ago, he thought Koyatl didn't have much magical talent—and the next second she used the Ancient Flame, which was a slap in the face to him.

"Merlin above!!!"

"My God!" Just like Owen, the young wizards in the stands were also stunned into a daze.

Although they might not be familiar with the magic of Ancient Flame Fire, or even have ever heard of it, the sheer power of this fire magic still gave them a strong sense of déjà vu.

They had seen this magic before.

At the World Cup, Miss Granger and a group of young wizards gathered their magic and connected the broken rocks on the earth to create a terrifying lava behemoth.

Those days, the newspapers were full of reports about that news. Even if you didn't go to watch the game in person, almost everyone had seen the photos in the newspapers.

And now—Koyatl alone has created a monster even more terrifying than the behemoth from the World Cup.

This—this is blatant humiliation.

Many of the young wizards at Hogwarts saw through Koyatl's intentions!

From a practical standpoint in combat, she had absolutely no need to create such a monster.

She was just showing off her skills.

Look! It takes dozens of you to create a lava behemoth, but I can do it all by myself with ease.

It's even easier.

You British wizards are really weak; you have to publish such trivial matters everywhere.

Immediately, the young wizards at Hogwarts became unhappy.

"What's with the attitude!" Seamus said irritably. As one of the people who created the lava behemoth, he immediately saw through the witch's ulterior motives. "How old is Hermione? How old is she?"

"By the time Hermione is in seventh grade, she can create a monster even bigger than herself with a wave of her hand."

As a Gryffindor student, especially one deeply influenced by Miss Granger, no one would doubt her abilities in the slightest.

You have to understand, she's only fourteen years old this year, just fourteen!

Some Muggle-born wizards, like Colin and Thomas, imagined that even Merlin at fourteen might not be as good as Hermione.

Because Dumbledore himself admitted that he wasn't as outstanding as Hermione is now when he was fourteen.

"Exactly, what's with the attitude?" Ron frowned. "What's wrong with this woman? We haven't done anything to her, so why is she always targeting us?"

"He's a big shot at his own school, but he's not so famous at Hogwarts, so naturally he's looking for trouble with you everywhere," George said coldly.

"Hmph! Another Malfoy," Fred continued. They were right; this woman's personality was just like that annoying Malfoy, at least outwardly.

Come to think of it, it's been many days since I've seen Malfoy's arrogant faces.

After the twins brought it up, Harry suddenly realized that he hadn't clashed with Malfoy for several weeks, and the two had even seen each other less often. Apart from classes, they usually only bumped into each other in the Great Hall, but even then, it was just a fleeting encounter with no interaction whatsoever.

In the past, he would have suspected that Malfoy was up to something.

But now, has that guy finally behaved himself?

(End of this chapter)