I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 277 What Terrifies Her Is Her Own Memories

Compared to the commotion among the young wizards, Dumbledore and a group of professors, headmasters, and renowned scholars on the judging panel's platform also showed surprise at Koyatl's performance.

This level of magical control far surpasses that of ordinary wizards.

It's hard to believe that a seventeen-year-old wizard could have such power.

Old Deng, Grindelwald, and Professor Euryale, who knew some of the inside story, focused more on the profound and enduring magic she possessed when casting spells, which was far more powerful than that of ordinary people.

This child—is indeed different from others.

Even if it wasn't ancient magic, it was still an extremely rare ability.

Meanwhile, in the venue...

The silver-haired Koyatl charged straight into the inner circle with a cold smile on his face.

The lava behemoths she created moved quite swiftly.

In just a few steps, they reached the edge of the inner circle.

By this time, Bakal had long since abandoned his contempt and, with Cedric the Golden Egg Thief around, he was more cautious than ever before.

"roar!"

The surging dragon breath, like ocean waves, almost immediately surged towards the lava behemoth created by Koyater.

The gilded flames acted like a curtain, instantly obscuring the witch's vision.

Her vision was filled with gold, and flames danced in her blood-red eyes.

The radiance made her silver hair appear translucent, as if each strand of hair was enveloped in golden light.

The sky-blue clothes swayed in the rising air currents.

In a trance, silver threads transformed into moonlight, and clothes into countless stars, blending with the golden radiance—a match made in heaven, adding a touch of harmony to the conflict.

"She's so beautiful!"

No one questioned Koyatl's beauty; beneath the hibiscus, her appearance was the most beautiful the young wizards had ever seen.

Unlike Furong, whose natural allure stemmed from her bloodline, Koyatl's aloofness, disdainful demeanor, and icy temperament added a unique and fatal attraction to her.

Undeniably, some people do like this kind of arrogant girl.

Especially when she's unbelievably beautiful.

Unfortunately, because she had offended the young wizards at Hogwarts too deeply, and given the recent surge in their power, people mostly felt annoyed with her.

That's just how people are. If the young wizards are so weak that they have no chance against Koyatl, then the human nature of following the strong will naturally make the young wizards feel much better about her, and even make her a sycophant.

But when the young wizards have the strength to fight back, or even to deliver a surprise fatal blow, then they are no longer so enthusiastic about Koyatl.

And it doesn't matter who I lick!

Look at Miss Furong over there, she's prettier than you, and she has a better personality too.

And we at Hogwarts also have our own haughty little witch!

But there's Miss Granger, who can rival her!

See? With a choice made, Coyatt naturally couldn't win the favor of the young wizards at Hogwarts.

All the Hogwarts young wizards in the stands, upon witnessing the breathtakingly beautiful performance, which resembled an oil painting, could only marvel at the witch's beauty and her terrifying power.

And no respect arises in my heart.

"roar!"

Another dragon roar.

The sound waves jolted the dazed eyes of the young wizards around them awake.

Koyatl swiftly retaliated.

"All curses have ended!"

Her left hand was placed on her lower abdomen, her fingers clenched tightly. Although her eyes were fixed on what was in front of her, her attention—her gaze—was intentionally or unintentionally turning behind her.

She was directing the puppets behind her.

With his right wand held out in front of him, his body leaning back due to the heat, a world-famous painting was created in an instant: "The Creation of Adam".

Also gold in color, a silky, flowing ribbon of light extended from the tip of her wand, like a divine feather.

It was light and airy, yet it kept the flames out.

"My God!"

This scene caused many Muggle-born young wizards to gasp in alarm.

If they weren't wizards, upon witnessing this scene, they would absolutely believe it was an angel descending and would immediately bow down in worship.

That's really amazing.

For some reason, she suddenly exuded a strong religious aura.

It was as if a god had lowered his gaze of pity upon her.

If Owen were to hear what these young wizards were thinking, he would tell everyone directly.

That girl—she—she really did have a deity following her.

It's still the main god of South America!

This time, the phantom of Quetzalcoatl had already vaguely appeared behind her. That strange, heavy magic was flowing continuously from the phantom to her wand.

Only then can the curse be broken!

Do you really think Bakal's dragon breath is just ordinary fire?

The dragon, whose body is imbued with an unknown amount of bloodline, possesses flames that are viscous and intensely hot, unlike those of ordinary fire dragons.

A regular spell to stop or stop might work, but you can't just keep spraying it forward like a fountain!

That is the power of the gods!

"There's a problem, a really big problem!"

Just as Irving was pondering whether to take some time to ambush the girl and test her strength.

The lava behemoth behind her finally made its move.

"Bang!"

The behemoth, its feet planted on the inner city wall, leaped high into the air. It swung its enormous lightning-powered sword and slammed it into the pyramid, which was twice its size.

"Crack!" The sound of a huge rock breaking apart transformed the entire arena.

That was the painful howl emanating from the pyramids.

Music with a violent aesthetic.

"Whoosh!" A whooshing sound, the sound of air rubbing against the solid wall, came from the beast's mouth.

Then, before countless eyes, the lava behemoth's body began to disintegrate and crumble, and the resulting lava poured down on Bakal like a torrential downpour.

"Roar?" Bakal was stunned for a moment, and his roar changed tone.

Although its scales are immune to most spells, that doesn't mean it can bathe in lava.

One is magic, the other is physics.

It can still distinguish them.

Then, the giant dragon, several tens of feet long, instinctively flapped its wings, as Bakal tried to use the hurricane generated by its soaring wings to blow away the suddenly disintegrating lava.

This played right into Koyatl's plan.

The stone pyramid crumbled, and more than just stones fell down; golden eggs also tumbled down with it.

Bakal was powerful, but not very intelligent.

It's not that it's mentally challenged, but rather that, like Justin, its brain rusts from not being used often.

It doesn't even think about why others would do that.

Especially after it had a quirky older sister, Sirocco, it became even less willing to use its brain.

Justin, same as above.

This led to Koyatl's crude plan succeeding immediately.

She flicked her wand slightly.

She transformed the fallen stone into a chain, then tossed it high into the air, binding the golden egg. With a gentle pull, the golden egg fell into her hand.

"this--"

The young wizard, who had been looking forward to the battle between humans and dragons, did not expect the competition to end so quickly.

Moreover—although Koyatl's battles were incredibly spectacular.

But like fireworks, in reality, it took her very short time.

From the moment she appeared to the moment she received the golden egg, the entire process took only five or six minutes.

The main reason was that the venue was too big, and her clothes were not very suitable for running, which caused her time to be a little longer.

Compared to Cedric, her challenge was over in the blink of an eye.

"The match is over! The warrior from Ifamoni, Koyater, has successfully completed his challenge!"

Irving jumped out once again at the opportune moment.

He waved his wand to stop the struggling magical puppet and comforted Bakal, who was still bewildered by what had happened so quickly.

Also appearing on the field at the same time as him was Dumbledore, dressed in a magnificent purple robe.

"Wait a minute—" Owen quickly stepped forward to stop Old Deng.

Of course he knew what his grandmother had come for.

That is the eternal fire, the ancient immortal fire of Bulai!

If no one cares, it will keep burning.

The other professors didn't know how to extinguish it.

"Wait, I need this fire." He pulled Dumbledore aside, and the two of them walked together toward Koyatl.

At this moment, she waved her wand and washed her dusty clothes.

Upon seeing Owen approach, he turned his gaze to Dumbledore.

—Hehe—Still so arrogant.

Irving chuckled lightly, then said casually, "The clothes are nice, but they're just not suitable for a game."

Who would wear this dress to a competition?!

"When you are strong enough, external things will no longer be an obstacle." She spoke in a cool tone, her eyes barely lingering on Owen. "Did you need something from me?"

She said to Dumbledore.

"."Hey!

The mind transcends material things, and one becomes a saint, right?

However, your reaction is really quite impolite!

However, Irving also knew that this proud girl still looked down on him!

He doesn't care. Anyway, I guess I'll only have contact with you for about six months in my life, and after that, I probably—no—I definitely—won't have any contact with you again.

"I need to talk to you!" he said patiently.

But the girl still ignored him.

A pair of blood-red eyes remained fixed on Dumbledore's back.

Seeing this, the old headmaster smiled, his eyes showing a kind look. He patted Owen on the head beside him and said, "My student has something to ask you."

"By the way. I heard you're the student council president of Iphamoni, what a coincidence, he is too."

"I think you'll have a lot to talk about."

"Let's chat?" Koyater frowned slightly, a hint of unintentional contempt flashing in his eyes. "Did I do something that makes you think I'm very relaxed?"

If there's nothing else, please move aside.

"I have other things to do. I don't have time to chat with anyone else." She deliberately emphasized those two words, her tone revealing undisguised mockery.

"Hmm?" Owen couldn't help but ask immediately. He frowned, his eyes unfriendly.

I understand if you look down on me, after all, I'm not famous. Compared to Miss Granger, I'm practically unknown.

But I have Dumbledore by my side.

The world's greatest white wizard, and you still speak to me like that? That's not personality, that's just bad manners!

"Is this so ill-mannered? Is this how your mother raised you?"

"Or perhaps," a cold smile played on his lips, "that I shouldn't have assumed you had a mother."

"Get out of my way!" the girl said. "Or you will die."

"No way!" Owen glared at her, tilting his head back. "You're not going anywhere until we've discussed whether your Schrödinger mother even exists. I'll talk to you—ah—ouch—"

"Professor, why are you pinching me!"

He suffered a heavy blow to the shoulder; it was a sneak attack from Old Deng.

He coughed a few times, then repeatedly gestured to Owen to watch his words, reminding him that she was a girl and a guest.

Meanwhile, Irving rubbed his shoulder, looking pained. Damn—he's over a hundred years old, and his grip is still so strong!

I pinched his tendon.

Then, suppressing his anger, he asked in a deliberately low voice, "Excuse me—"

Is your mother still alive?

"I hope she won't be angry if I make fun of her like this!"

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I apologize in advance for the fact that I may talk about your mother in the past, present, and future."

He is Irving Sanchez!

More sarcastic and unsettling!

All the young wizards at Hogwarts combined couldn't out-argue him.

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Finally, Koyatl raised his head, his blood-red eyes filled with nothing but anger and disdain.

Then—just when Owen thought she was about to start a fight.

She suddenly moved her feet, then turned around and passed Irving.

He didn't say a word the whole time.

silence.

I walked past him in silence.

Silence is the greatest form of contempt.

"Ha!" He laughed in exasperation. "Interesting~" he said.

The cold smile on his lips grew increasingly intense.

This girl really hasn't suffered any serious injuries!

Since that's the case—

"Oh--"

Owen immediately raised his wand.

The next second, the surrounding eternal fire, as if summoned, suddenly trembled wildly, turned into a tornado, and then fiercely attacked him.

Koyatl, feeling the sudden heat behind him, stopped and silently turned around.

Then she saw that the wand Owen was clutching tightly in his hand was flashing with a dazzling blue light, while the Eternal Flame, like a magnet with opposite poles, was relentlessly drawn towards his wand, eventually disappearing into nothingness at the tip of the wand.

"And now?" he sneered.

His gray eyes suddenly became deep and dark.

The lips moved slightly up and down.

It sounded like someone was chanting some kind of magic spell.

Then Koyatl suddenly noticed that the surrounding light was dimming at a visible speed in her vision.

Then it got even darker.

It was as if someone was peeling away layers of silk, slowly coating the light with a layer of black ink.

She suddenly felt her feet go weak.

Wait until she lowers her head.

In an instant, what seemed like a naked mirror image of the forecourt of hell was laid bare before her.

It was a large hall, covering a vast area.

Looking up, there are probably hundreds of round glass storage tanks scattered here in a haphazard manner.

Inside each glass storage jar was a dried-up corpse.

They stared at her with their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His rotting chin bounced up and down as if trying to speak, but without flesh and blood and lacking a vocal cord, he couldn't utter a sound no matter how hard he tried.

Before she could react, she felt herself sinking suddenly again.

This time, she ventured deep into the inner court of hell.

In the new room.

Skeletons littered the ground. There was barely any room to step.

The walls and the floor were covered in a viscous, dark green liquid.

The nauseating slime was filled with black and red chunks of flesh. Skeletons littered the floor, teeming with all sorts of worms. A suffocating stench permeated the entire room.

The witch retreated hastily, her face now completely bloodless. Her trembling teeth bit her lip. Her blood-red eyes were wide open.

Koyatl felt her vision blurring; she knew this was a sign she was about to faint. At that moment, she desperately wished she could pass out and escape this hell for a while, but she couldn't.

A dim light flickered, and in the center of the room lay a dense mass of human skeletons—old, young, male, and female. It resembled a slaughterhouse used by the devil to torment mortals.

Those poor creatures were forced to huddle together tightly, in circles upon circles, forming a hill built of bones.

They are singing!

Sing your heart out!

"Why—you—!"

"I'm not willing to accept this!"

"We are not resigned to this!"

The blasphemous sound, like a knife tip scraping against glass, rang in her ears.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!!!"

Her taut nerves finally gave way to the terror before her. She ran frantically in the opposite direction of the mountain of bones.

As she accelerated her steps away, the hall shattered like broken glass.

But that blasphemous voice followed her like a shadow. To her, that piercing voice strangely sounded both magnetic and sorrowful.

It seemed to come from beyond the Milky Way, from the other side of time, within that dimly lit hall, at the end of everything.

In a reality where light and shadow intertwine like a kaleidoscope, ultimate fear gradually surfaces.

"Why...why don't you just die?"

"What makes you think you're worthy of living?"

"ah!!!"

Her death screams, like gushing blood, gushed wildly from her mouth.

The corpses trembled as they rose to their feet and walked towards her step by step like walking dead.

With each step, a piece of flesh and bone teeming with maggots would fall off.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Koyatl retreated in terror, completely forgetting the spell that was usually etched into her blood.

"Snap!"

She tripped over something; it was a leg bone.

Then she subconsciously looked at the empty glass storage tube on the right, where there was a rusty iron plate with a name engraved on it, covered with bright green moss.

"Koyatel?"

She mechanically read out the name on the iron plate.

My gaze fell on the glass of the storage pipe.

Suddenly, figures appeared in the previously empty glass storage tube.

"what!"

The girl screamed.

In Koyater's view, the person in front of him was a beautiful girl with blood-red eyes, a tall stature, a pale face, and exquisitely sculpted features.

She was looking at him with a cold smile.

No, that's not right.

That was her face.

Koyater touched her cheek in horror, only to find that, at some point, a metal plaque had appeared on her chest, rusted but clearly bearing the words "Koyater".

(End of this chapter)