I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 279. The Infinity Gauntlet?

"Fire Release!"

Blue and white flames ignited the void, and then, in turn, the Milky Way poured in.

The violent magic, the roaring flames, was deafening.

"Protect me!!!"

"Roar!!!" The soaring blue-white fire dragon flapped its wings, which were dozens of feet long, and burst out of his wand with a high-pitched roar.

The powerful magic instantly broke through Bakal's golden light.

At this point, the Blue Dragon's momentum remained undiminished.

It continued its swift dive toward Bakal.

"Merlin!"

Countless people exclaimed in surprise.

Dumbledore kept glancing sideways at Grindelwald beside him.

That magic—he actually taught that magic to a young wizard.

"What's wrong?" Seemingly noticing Old Deng's gaze, Grindelwald's lips curled into a smile. "Can't Krum be my favorite student?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment.

He had no choice but to turn his gaze back, his right hand already gripping the Elder Wand.

He didn't believe a mere wizard could control such a terrible spell. (P.S.: Except for Owen.)

At that moment, Bakal, who was lying on the pyramid that had been repaired once again, suddenly opened his closed eyes.

A hint of caution shone in his blue, star-studded pupils.

It could sense that the azure fire dragon posed a serious threat to its life.

The next second, Bakal was furious!

The owner said it was all just for show, so why is someone trying to kill it now?

"Phew~"

The giant dragon, several tens of feet long, flapped its wings.

Suddenly, the sound of war drums seemed to fill the air. 'Boom!' 'Boom!' 'Boom!'

It sounds like drumming.

Each drumbeat felt like a blow to the hearts of the young wizards watching from the stands.

"roar!!!"

Another roar that resounded through the heavens came from the dragon's mouth. It proudly raised its head, its voice accompanied by a booming sound.

Only then did everyone realize that it was not the sound of war drums, but thunder.

It was lightning, crimson lightning gathered on the right claw of the diamond dragon.

In the blink of an eye, millions of lightning bolts gathered around the dragon.

The electric arc in its hand condensed into a spear several tens of feet long.

"Ancient Dragon: Sanchez's Blade"

Owen shouted loudly from the side, adding his own dramatic flair.

Next, with his spear like a bow, Bakal unleashed his throwing technique.

"Snap!"

"You scoundrel! Let me show you a glimpse of the full power of my Dragon God!" A fellow whose master was even more excited than the dragon continued to shout shamelessly.

The next moment, lightning pierced through the blue dragon's head, and violent lightning exploded like fireworks.

In an instant, the blue dragon was torn to pieces!

"Oh! My dear Joan of Arc! This scene is truly frenzied. I, Sanchez, would call this the most extravagant battle of the tournament."

At that moment, Owen, who had appeared on the pyramid at some unknown time, said excitedly.

"Alright, I hereby declare that Viktor Krum, the warrior from Durmstrang Academy of Magic, has successfully passed the test!!!"

The flames died down.

All the light pollution that obscured people's vision disappeared.

At this moment, all the young wizards noticed that Krum, high in the sky, was holding a golden egg in his hands.

"When?"

The crowd was puzzled, but that didn't stop him from winning!

Perhaps Bakal seized the golden egg by taking advantage of the blue dragon's obstruction of his vision while the special effects were on.

Who knows?

In short, he won, and he won fair and square.

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable!!!" Mr. Bagman roared in a daze, "Oh! Merlin! I suddenly realize that my previous forty-plus years as a wizard have been wasted, I am simply unworthy to be a wizard."

Because I know I can't beat any of them on the field.

"Bagman!" Buddy Krach called out again in a serious tone, forcibly pulling Mr. Bagman's thoughts back to reality.

"Okay—okay. I lost control a bit, but I think the other young wizards probably did too."

After a while.

The judges' scores are in.

Most of them are nine points.

Dumbledore also gave it a nine out of ten, because the professors suspected that Krum was not able to control the spell at all, and that he was just lucky that the flames were neutralized by Bakal's magic.

Otherwise, at this moment, they would all have to rush over and eliminate the disaster brought about by that magic.

"This makes me even more excited for the next match," Mr. Bagman said excitedly. "Now, let's welcome the next warrior!"

The bell rang.

Hibiscus came out, and she seemed nervous from head to toe, unlike Krum who was as composed.

With her head held high and her wand tightly gripped in her hand, Fleur appeared exceptionally frail compared to the colossal figure of Bakal in the distance.

She stood there gracefully, wearing a sky-blue Beauxbatons school uniform robe, exuding a beauty that touched the soul.

At the other end of the venue, there is another kind of beauty, representing power that is extremely strong.

Bakal the Dragon!

Whether it's the warriors, the young wizards, or the professors, after this game, besides the warriors, there will be a true protagonist who will be firmly remembered by them.

That was Bakkar.

With its invincible figure and extraordinary aura, it has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of young wizards.

Not to mention, the Australian white-eyed dragon is one of the more handsome species among dragons, and who can resist its diamond-like scales that are so shiny?

At this moment, Bakal shrank back to the size of half a golden egg.

Its entire dragon body lay on the golden egg.

All four legs were slightly raised.

A pair of wings and a tail firmly locked the golden egg beneath its body.

It realized that being big was useless and would only make it a sitting duck for others.

It's cute even when it's small—no, it's tiny, holding a golden egg. Even if those despicable guys steal it, it's still on the egg, so it doesn't lose. Besides, the smaller version is lighter and can react faster.

"Miss Delacour is in luck," Mr. Bagman said gleefully. "Our guardian dragon seems to have decided that its three failures were due to its size. It has shrunk. Consequently, it is also much lighter." "Let's see how she plans to get this fire-breathing dragon to move."

"Oh! She walked straight towards the inner circle. What a bold choice."

"Oh my God! That sword is going to hit her."

As they spoke, the earth shook violently again, and the next second, a greatsword shot out from the ground, slicing Furong in two at the waist.

"Oh! Hmm?" Mr. Bagman gasped for breath, his breathing erratic.

Because, Furong's broken body suddenly scattered like flower petals.

Then, in another place, on a large rock, her figure reappeared.

"Incredible, how did she do that?"

Not only Mr. Bagman, but all the young wizards present raised the same question.

But what truly shocked them was far more than that.

Suddenly, Furong, who was standing on the boulder, stretched out her hand, revealing a gold bracelet on her slender, fair arm.

It has a style reminiscent of Egypt, with various colored gemstones inlaid on it.

Each piece is about the size of a thumb.

The young wizards swore they hadn't seen anything on Fleur.

Aside from her wand, she had no other weapons on her body when she appeared.

But now—a gem on the golden bracelet is emitting a hazy light.

Then, intricate ancient runes appeared out of nowhere, enveloping her in a harmonious interplay.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the young wizards in the stands, the red light gradually faded, and several figures suddenly appeared out of thin air on the boulder—Flori Delacour.

It's like a cluster of palace flowers growing out of the ground.

Then those hibiscus flowers began to run off in different directions one after another.

"It's a magical item!"

From the stands, amidst the Gryffindor crowd, the twins exclaimed, "It's definitely a high-grade alchemical artifact. It's somewhat like Owen's projecting pocket watch!"

"So, that's Nicolas Flamel's creation?" Harry frowned slightly, staring at the golden bracelet on Fleur's right hand in the arena. "Are magical items allowed in the competition?"

"Of course not!" Fred stretched out his fingers, counting the shadows of Hibiscus in the arena: "One, two, three—six, seven, seven phantoms, yes, it should be seven."

It's very similar to Owen's magical item, but this one is clearly designed specifically to aid in combat.

The young wizards nearby understood immediately.

They certainly understood what Fred meant; at the beginning of the semester, they had borrowed Irving's photographic pocket watch quite often to watch the World Cup finals.

"But the rule only applies before you enter the arena," George added. "That means you're not allowed to bring anything with you before you leave the warrior's room. This includes things like potions and luck potions."

"But once we step out of the room and the match officially begins," Fred continued, "whether it's a summoning spell, a polymorph, or any other method, it's all legal and compliant. Otherwise, Krum would have been breaking the rules by using the Summoning Charm to summon a fire bolt."

"I see." Harry nodded.

Then I started watching the game with complete focus.

At this moment, the five remaining magical golems in the arena were activated.

They chased the hibiscus around the outer perimeter like mountains.

Every now and then, Hibiscus was slain by sword.

But with each kill, all that came was a shower of flower petals.

Moreover, soon, the slain phantom will separate from the other phantoms.

The number has always been maintained at seven.

In terms of the fighting style, this kind of battle is completely unwatchable, because even with seven Hibiscus, the competition does not become exciting.

There was no battle between them and the puppets.

All I could do was hide.

She never used a single spell.

However, it makes sense. An illusion is just an illusion, and it's impossible for it to cast a spell. If Furong were to cast a spell, it would expose her true location.

So of course she wouldn't cast a spell.

In contrast to the gradually cooling atmosphere among the young wizards, Owen became increasingly envious.

As he watched Furong doing parkour, countless wicked thoughts seemed to sprout in his mind.

Of course—he wasn't lusting after her body, he was lusting after the gold bracelet on her wrist.

Whoosh—rush up and knock her unconscious, then steal the bracelet!

This must be Nick's work.

The developing pocket watch—Irving knew it was invented by Nick so he could watch every opera in the Paris theater without missing a single one.

That golden bracelet was created purely for combat.

Judging from the fact that it still has several Infinity Stones—well, magic stones—on it, it must have other functions as well.

"boom!"

Another sword fell.

Like a swimming fish, Hibiscus leaped high into the air and finally waved her wand, using Transfiguration to create a staircase for herself.

Before anyone could even gasp in surprise, they discovered her true form.

Furong had safely reached the inner city wall.

This is the boundary set by Victor; magical golems cannot enter the inner circle.

Otherwise, the warriors would have to deal with both the puppets and Bakal at the same time, which would be far too difficult.

"We've finally found the true form of the warrior." Mr. Bagman lowered his tone, his voice less enthusiastic than the previous warriors' entrances. Indeed—Fruit's methods weren't particularly intense, so he naturally couldn't muster much emotion. "It's still good news!"

"Now let's see how she gets past the fire dragon!"

Standing on the city wall.

Furong cautiously examined Bakal, who had just taken a half-sized golden egg.

She was somewhat puzzled.

Because, although she hadn't entered the arena before, she and Hermione could clearly hear the deafening noise from inside.

The earth rumbled so loudly that even a deaf person could feel it.

Because the tremors felt on the ground don't lie.

But now—everything around me is calm and peaceful.

The legendary fire dragon is only the size of a palm, which clearly indicates some kind of conspiracy.

Furong gazed at the pyramid, which, though healed, had been damaged several times, resulting in structural errors during the repair process.

It's like building blocks being placed in the wrong position.

The fact that the repair spell could malfunction further proves just how intense the previous battle was.

"Hmph!" Luckily, I'm incredibly clever and spotted the subtle error in the pyramids at a glance, thus deriving the most correct conclusion.

If it were boys, they would definitely rush over without thinking.

"Phew~"

Furong took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

He smiled smugly.

Her silvery hair was braided into a high ponytail, and her full lips were slightly upturned, revealing her neat teeth.

The simple British scheme was no challenge for her.

Then, she raised her wand and chanted the spell over and over again.

"His true colors are revealed!"

"His true colors are revealed!"

"His true colors are revealed!!"

For the next ten minutes or so, she practically stood on the city wall, using magic to survey every inch of the area she could see.

The result, naturally, was nothing.

But Furong did not simply barge in.

She still had doubts.

Outsmarting the air.

This time, her suspicion fell on Bakal. She felt that the fire dragon was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

She guessed right, but what should she do?

Soon, Furong gave her answer.

She then extended her wand once more. In a hoarse voice, she slowly uttered a complex incantation.

Then, a puff of pale red smoke emerged from the wand.

You can't quite describe the color, because the smoke's color changes depending on the intensity of the light source. But it's always red, like your girlfriend's lipstick shade.

It's probably somewhere between crimson and brownish-red!

Anyway, Irving couldn't tell the difference.

Fortunately, someone doesn't like wearing makeup.

The smoke drifted slowly toward the fire dragon.

"What is she doing?" The young wizards in the stands watched with puzzlement.

"I've never seen this spell before," Ron said.

"But—she's so beautiful!"

"I guess it's some kind of hypnotic magic!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from not far away. It was Hannah. She squeezed in from somewhere, followed by Justin, Ernie, and Susan.

"We just went to check on Cedric's injury. Who's playing now?" Justin was clearly unhappy; he was very dissatisfied that Hannah had taken him away to find Cedric.

"Oh my God, she's so beautiful!" Justin's gaze finally fell on the field.

Then she saw Hibiscus dancing in a light mist.

Gradually, his eyes began to glaze over.

I didn't want to look away from that girl who was like a flower fairy for even a second.

If this ugly display were ordinary, it would certainly have drawn ridicule from others.

But not this time.

Because he wasn't the only one who contracted the virus.

As Furong danced, each of her movements possessed a graceful charm, an alluring and captivating power.

Most of the boys were staring at her, their expressions blank, captivated by Furong's beauty.

Unsurprisingly, this spell should be related to Fleur's Veela bloodline.

"Pretty good, this kind of dance? Is it French dance?" Throughout the whole process, even the girls were affected, but Harry acted as if nothing had happened.

He even had the energy to critique Furong's dance moves, as if that allure had absolutely no effect on him.

It's very strange.

"However," Harry frowned, "this dance doesn't seem to be working. What exactly is she trying to do to Bakal?"

His eyes were bright and piercing.

He stared intently at Bakal, who was yawning while lying on the golden egg.

Since Harry couldn't feel the magic's allure, he had no idea what Fleur was doing.

Of all the young wizards present, only Luna, who was wearing a lion head mask, understood the truth behind it all.

Hibiscus's allure didn't have a significant impact on her.

She also knew perfectly well why Bakal was unresponsive to this allure.

Owen had told her that Bakal, Sirocco, and even himself all possessed the bloodlines of various magical creatures, perhaps including the Veela.

It is quite obvious that Sirocco possesses this kind of allure.

No wizard who met her disliked her.

Even Ron, in his third year, was constantly worried that Sirocco would eat his precious mouse, so he hated her. But just half a month after Peter Pettigrew ran away, he was captivated by Sirocco's charm, joined the Cat Cult, and became a pawn in Sirocco's secret rule of the world (humorous).

As for Owen, Luna was absolutely convinced that he also possessed that alluring charm.

Because his actions during his years at Hogwarts were simply too shocking.

If it were anyone else, even if Professor Dumbledore didn't expel him, that person would definitely be disgraced in the junior wizarding community, and everyone would ostracize him.

Unlike now, when Kyrie Irving has gained immense prestige.

Therefore, Luna firmly believed that Owen possessed a captivating charm.

And apart from that.

In the audience at Beauxbatons, Gabrielle, Fleur's sister, naturally knew about that magic as well.

She stared intently at her older sister, her little face filled with tension and anticipation.

When she saw that her sister's magic had no effect on Bakal, her impatience grew stronger.

As someone who also possessed Veela blood, she was well aware of the power of that magic.

There shouldn't be any creature in the magical world that can withstand it—(the little girl didn't know much).

But now—why isn't the dragon reacting at all?

Is my sister going to lose the game?

Having watched the previous three matches, she was well aware of Bakal's strength. Her own sister seemed—in any case—to be no match for such a powerful epic creature.

Five or six minutes passed.

Hibiscus finally realized, belatedly, that the dragon had not been bewitched by her.

She stopped jumping, her face turning ashen.

Weird—so weird!

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation since she learned this magic.

In Beauxbatons, even Headmistress Maxim is affected by magic, though not as severely as others.

Bakal, perched on the golden egg, squinted his azure dragon eyes, which were filled with joy. When the hibiscus stopped dancing, he stretched comfortably.

He tilted his head slightly, and his fondness for Furong skyrocketed!

Wow—this is the first time a warrior has danced for him, which makes Tyrannosaurus King very satisfied.

Although dragons have a completely different aesthetic sense from humans, how could a creature as intelligent as it not recognize that the girl in front of it was absolutely among the most beautiful among humans?

Hmm—Master is still single!

This witch is really nice; I'll introduce her to my master later.

"Zheng"

Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound around us.

The strange noise made Bakal look up in confusion, and then he saw a deep blue gem floating above his head.

Before it could figure it out.

Suddenly, the gem emitted smoke, and from the azure mist, a slender, elegant, and fair hand emerged. Then, Bakal felt himself become lighter.

It instinctively hugged the golden egg beneath it.

Then a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted into its nose.

The mountains buried its head.

???

What is this?

Nestled in Furong's arms, it vigorously patted the ball with its two dragon claws, shouting, "Get away—get away from me! This grandpa can only be hugged by his master!"

Then Irving appeared not far from Hibiscus.

Hard!Hard!

The fist has hardened!

That lecherous dragon!

Irving stared at Bakal, watching him still bouncing the ball.

An inexplicable anger suddenly rose within me!

My mind has already started to wander, wondering at what age a dragon can get its tubes tied.

Then a bright light flashed. On Furong's wrist, a blue gemstone was engraved on her gold bracelet.

Irving's eyes twitched at this sight; it really was the Infinity Gauntlet! The Space Stone had appeared.

What was that red light from the clone just now? Was it the Reality Stone?

And what about the other gems on your bracelet, the green ones, the purple ones? Are those the Time Gem and the Power Gem?

Even Kyrie Irving was speechless.

He was speechless, except for feeling envious.

(End of this chapter)