I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 280 Miss Granger Makes Her Appearance

Irving's eyes were burning with excitement.

It took several deep breaths of the cold air to calm myself down.

Then, with a loud and clear voice, it was announced: "The match is over! The champion from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fleur Delacour, has successfully completed her challenge!"

As he finished speaking...

Cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

The young wizards had mixed opinions about Fleur's performance, but the boys were all shouting, screaming, clapping, and cheering, making a deafening noise.

Take Ron for example.

Ron had nothing to say about Fleur except praise.

Harry, however, frowned. He had seen the last scene clearly; she relied entirely on the magical artifacts in her hands, and apart from that, her performance was unremarkable.

He hasn't even used a decent spell.

He admitted that the charm spell must be quite effective. Although he didn't feel anything, looking at Ron beside him, who had been completely captivated, he figured the spell must be pretty powerful.

But compared to the top three warriors, Furong's performance was rather dull.

Harry even thought that with that magical item, even a second or third-year Hogwarts wizard might be able to pass the game.

Anyway, Ginny can definitely do it.

"An unexpected ending, a match that abruptly ended. I had expected a grand magical battle," Mr. Bagman said with utter disappointment from the podium. "But regardless of the methods used, we must congratulate the warrior on completing her test."

"Now, let's have the judges score us."

After a brief silence, the judges began to score Furong.

Mrs. Maxime gave it a perfect score, Mr. Bagman gave it eight points, and Dumbledore and Mr. Crouch gave it seven points. This assessment is considered quite fair.

As for Grindelwald...

If he couldn't give a negative score, he definitely would.

Of course it's zero points!

As expected, Furong received the lowest score.

However, there are differing opinions regarding Irving.

Regardless of the means, as long as we can win the game, that's all that matters. Why bother with all those fancy magical battles?

If he were to rank the games, Irving would definitely give Furong the highest score.

After all, her method is the most reliable; anyone else could have passed the level.

What does this tell us?

This shows that her method was the safest, and not every little wizard is as powerful as Koyatl.

If a guy could snap his fingers and kill half of all life in the universe, why would he bother sending people to planets in a Star Destroyer to provide warmth?

Of course, the professors' considerations are not without merit, after all, it's just a competition.

If that alchemical prop was invented by Hibiscus, then of course they would all give it full marks.

Unfortunately, that's not it.

On the other side, the venue was quickly restored to its original state.

The matches in Furong caused the least damage to the venue, so the repairs didn't take much time.

It was around noon.

Several hours have passed since the start of the match.

Most of the young wizards gradually began to feel hungry.

In fact, none of the Warriors' games lasted very long, none of them exceeding an hour.

Among them, Furong was the fastest, finishing the race in less than 20 minutes, while Krum was the slowest, taking about 40 minutes.

Most of the time was wasted dealing with Bakal.

The far-sighted young wizards then began to take out their prepared lunches, with the clever Hufflepuffs each receiving a lovingly prepared lunch.

Love from the Hogwarts elves!

Most wizards, on the other hand, could only starve and watch with envy the young wizards of Hufflepuff.

Just then, several hot air balloons suddenly floated into the sky.

They drifted in from all directions.

There are about five or six.

Each hot air balloon had a large poster of a person hanging under it.

No one would not recognize the figure on the poster.

She was a smart girl with thick brown hair and brown eyes.

She had a beautiful face with well-defined features, especially her intelligent eyes, which always sparkled. Dressed in a neat wizard's robe, coupled with a confident smile and a determined posture, she exuded a unique charm.

To Hermione's left is a drink with flames burning inside.

Then the image on the poster suddenly changed, and Hermione disappeared.

Several bold English letters appeared.

—Dragon Milk Tea, Hermione Granger's choice.

The words are vigorous and powerful, and they seem to have gone around in circles.

Don't ask—the answer is that Irving plagiarized Dumbledore's words through a series of permutations and combinations.

At the scene, all the young wizards craned their necks.

Although most of them had bought this kind of milk tea before, this was the first time they had seen such a blatant display of sexual activity.

Especially since Hermione's match is coming up next.

"Oh? I didn't know the Tournament was sponsored by GG?" Mr. Bagman frowned and glanced back at Dumbledore.

That look seemed to be asking, "Why hasn't the Ministry of Magic received the money?"

He was destined to receive no response, because Dumbledore didn't receive any money either.

Mr. Bagman got angry at the old bee's act of pretending not to know anything.

You bastard Dumbledore.

Although the Ministry of Magic didn't contribute much to the entire tournament.

Even if they didn't achieve great things, they still put in a lot of effort!

Who is responsible for the safety of the surrounding area?

Who's in charge of all this massive publicity?

They didn't even want to give away a single Galleon.

So stingy!

"Alright, it seems our warrior, Miss Granger, is very confident in her abilities. She even took time out of her preparations to pick up Milk Tea Guy!" He turned around and said sarcastically.

It seems they are indeed very unhappy about not receiving the sponsorship fee.

"Now, let us welcome the last champion, Hermione Granger, from Hogwarts' Gryffindor, the legendary heir of Godric Gryffindor!"

Although Mr. Bagman was very unhappy, as the face of British wizards today, Miss Granger's actions at the World Cup were known to wizards worldwide, and he still had to give her the face she deserved.

Otherwise, the British wizards could have killed him.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deep, melodious chimes rang out.

Even at midday, the weather at the end of November was so cold that it made you shiver.

The snow on the field had been cleared away by the previous battle.

The evaporating moisture further increased the humidity in the area, making the perceived temperature even lower.

Nowadays, the young wizards speak with a thick white mist in their breath.

Just then, Hermione appeared on the field.

She was wearing a black robe.

She walked with a light and graceful gait, like a piece of driftwood on a black lake.

Beneath the cloak bearing the Hogwarts crest on the back, the traveler's coat is double-layered, made of lightweight and durable fabric, with a runic lining for added warmth.

She wore a white skirt underneath and paired it with a pair of thick-soled brown leather boots.

Her arms and ankles were bound with fire dragon skin protective gear, and her clothes were tightened, making it more suitable for her to fight.

Of course, as a gift from Owen, the clothing wasn't simple. Although the fabric didn't appear luxurious—just an ordinary garment—closer inspection revealed exquisite details everywhere. For example, the embroidery on the collar, the neck knot resembling a scarf, loose yet comfortable, and the Hogwarts brooch on the bodice.

What's even more precious is this garment; like many of Nick's works, it's a magical artifact. It's not something that can be easily separated by weapons or spells.

Miss Granger's thick, fluffy brown hair was braided and strung together into a single ponytail, held back behind her.

She looks strangely like a French village girl.

His clear brown eyes revealed an unprecedented level of caution and seriousness.

She gripped the grapevine wand tightly in her hand.

It was clear that she was still a little nervous.

"Phew!" She exhaled a breath of white air.

Then he looked straight ahead and surveyed the entire venue.

She naturally felt the aftershocks of the battle outside.

Although the battle wasn't shown, the sounds alone suggested that the match was anything but simple, and could even be quite dangerous.

Then when she looked up, she saw several hot air balloons floating in the air.

"Kyrie Irving!!!"

The little witch gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

She thought he was joking!

It was so embarrassing; it was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her since she started school.

Suddenly, an unnamed fire ignited in Miss Granger's heart, and the anger shattered the little tension she had left, making it vanish into thin air.

Hermione took another breath, forcing herself not to look at the posters in the sky that filled her with shame.

She focused her gaze solely on the dragon atop the distant pyramid and the dragon egg beneath it.

Then—she took a step.

The game officially begins!

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The outer ring of the site is a "mountain" made up of pebbles of different sizes.

That was originally intended to provide cover for the Warriors.

Of course, few of them would need it.

Hermione nimbly moved through these 'mountains,' her pace quickening.

"Um?"

Suddenly, a strange tremor came from beneath her feet.

Without the slightest hesitation, she waved her wand, and the surrounding rubble transformed into imprisoning armor, tightly binding the puppet that had crawled halfway up the ground.

"Oh! What a brilliant transformation!" Mr. Bagman exclaimed.

Including him, none of the young Hogwarts wizards present believed that Hermione couldn't pass these challenges.

That scene from the World Cup is truly unforgettable.

Besides, four warriors have already cleared the level, so it shouldn't be too difficult for Hermione.

Everyone thought so, and what they were hoping for now was whether Miss Granger could put on a big show so that they could regain some momentum.

After all, Koyatl was too amazing before.

It was becoming increasingly clear that Hogwarts was being steadily outmaneuvered by Ilfamoni.

This is something the young wizards cannot tolerate.

Other schools, like Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, are both good.

But Iphamoni cannot.

If that knock-off Hogwarts magic school were to outdo them in the competition, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing face. It would be like throwing Hogwarts' millennia-old reputation into the gutter.

Therefore, not only the Gryffindors, but even the Slytherins who were at odds with them hoped that Hermione could win convincingly.

And naturally, when someone makes a wish, someone else's wish comes true; Kyrie Irving had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Oh! I was forced into it, Miss Granger." He sat up from the rock, one leg flat on the ground and the other bent and raised, then rested his right hand on his right leg, a smile playing on his lips. "What can I do? I'm the student council president!"

"Everything is for Hogwarts!"

Although Irving's words seemed full of helplessness, his face showed no sign of helplessness at all; in fact, it was full of excitement.

Then he slightly waved the Crystal Phoenix Wand with both right hands.

Only he could see the ancient magic, or like a river flowing into the sea, all of it surged into the five puppets in the arena.

Then he gradually removed the restrictions that Victor had placed on the puppet.

To fully activate this pure war machine.

The next second, the earth roared, and the remaining four puppets broke through the ground, crawling out like demons from hell.

"Crackling!" A series of golden sounds rang out.

That was the sound of fragmented metal pieces on the puppet colliding with each other.

Everyone saw that the puppets suddenly seemed to swell, their metal bodies bulging slightly, and the intense white light emanating from their gaps and chests resembled flesh and blood. A vast amount of magical power even seemed to overflow.

"Bang!"

The boulders shook off them.

Ancient magic was continuously infused into their cores.

These puppets, passed down from ancient heirs, have now been revitalized and stand tall on the earth like servants of the gods.

Its entire body shone with dazzling light.

"boom!!!"

explosion!

It's the puppet Hermione imprisoned.

Suddenly, a strong repulsive force emanated from its body, sending all the bound boulders flying.

"Armor for protection!"

Hermione quickly raised her wand, and the invisible armor acted like an air wall, keeping all the flying stones at bay.

"Multiple freezing."

Then, without any panic, she raised her right foot and stomped hard on the ground. The next second, countless ice crystals emerged from the soles of her feet.

Like sharp, growing swords, they froze the puppet that had broken free of its restraints once more.

"Oh! Irving used that trick before," Ron exclaimed. "He froze a lot of giant spiders."

Ron, who had PDST on spiders, recognized the spell at a glance.

But it wasn't just this spell that made the young wizards gasp in surprise.

Almost at the same time Hermione cast the spell, another puppet, holding a longsword horizontally, crouched steadily and then, as if it had pressed an acceleration button, suddenly thrust straight forward like a brilliant bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Hermione.

He arrived in front of her the very next second after she activated her ice crystals.

"Protect everything, ultimate defense!"

Miss Granger calmly cast a spell, but was still forced back several steps by the sword strike.

Although the magic wasn't broken, the longsword pierced her slightly. The immense force caused her arm to go numb from the shock.

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Thunderous explosion!"

Before she could even steady herself, Miss Granger cast spells with both her left and right hands simultaneously. Her left hand, without a wand, cast a spell aimed at another puppet that was about to charge at her. Her right hand flicked her wand, and the red spell, like bubbling gunpowder, struck the puppet in front of her, which was already preparing to swing its next sword.

"Boom!" The huge explosion shook the dust on the ground.

Dust billowed up, ruffling the stray hairs on Miss Granger's forehead.

But before she could catch her breath...

Through the smoke and dust, I could see a faint blue light shining in the distance.

There was another puppet, its hands in a bow-drawing posture, its body of metal, symbolizing muscles, trembling and swelling. Like the demigod heroes of ancient Greece, it drew a large, illusory, azure bow that had materialized in its hands to its fullest extent.

With a clang, the longbow rang out, and a blue arrow shot into the sky, transforming into countless arrows that fell like raindrops.

The massive tremor dispersed the dust, and for a moment it seemed as if stars were falling.

The last puppet was already prepared to charge.

The half-body puppet, which had been frozen by ice crystals, also broke free of its restraints.

The barrier spell had limited effectiveness, and the slowed-down puppet had already reached her from a high vantage point.

"call!!!"

The attacks from all directions were dazzling.

"Oh no!" The young wizards in the stands screamed in unison.

"Why?" Harry shouted from Gryffindor.

"Hermione's puppets were clearly much stronger than the others!"

"Yeah, those puppets can even use magic!!!" Ron said in shock.

The Geminis, their eyes gleaming red, stared intently at the mountain-like puppet, which was practically their dream girl!

Meanwhile, among the Hufflepuffs, Hannah's brows were furrowed, and her hands, gripping the hem of her clothes, were slightly white.

That was too dangerous—if it were her—she would probably be dead by now.

Justin could only stare wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.

"And they're so much more agile!" Neville squeezed through the crowd. "None of the puppets the warriors fought before were this agile!"

Yes, everyone nodded, their faces gloomy.

The puppets that the four warriors had previously dealt with moved in slow motion, each swing of their swords appearing terrifying, but giving the young wizards ample time to dodge.

But now—they all seem to have transformed into sword masters, their movements swift and sharp, completely different from before.

"This is intentional, they deliberately adjusted the difficulty," Ron cursed. "Damn it, it must be another school, they just don't like us having two warriors!"

"We have no evidence," Harry cautioned, reminding them that they couldn't just say things like that, after all, the headmasters were all highly respected wizards.

"Evidence?" Ron's eyelids twitched violently. "Those puppets were about to stab Hermione to death with a single sword strike, what evidence do we need!"

"The match should be stopped immediately!"

"That's right!" Simon, Thomas, and the others behind him shouted with grim faces.

Miss Granger is one of their Gryffindors.

Using such despicable tactics to attack the favorites to win the championship has made them furious from the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh my God! What's going on? Why have these puppets become so powerful?" On the platform, Mr. Bagman was equally furious, and he turned to look at Dumbledore.

That look seemed to say, "These are your students, aren't you going to do anything about them?"

This is the first championship competition in a century. If there are any casualties, this kind of competition may never be held again in the next century.

Meanwhile, the old headmaster was whispering to Grindelwald.

"What's that kid up to?" the boy's grandfather asked, frowning. "Does he want to kill that witch?"

"I don't think so," the old headmaster smiled. "Actually, I'm also curious about the level of Miss Granger's magic. I'm really looking forward to it."

"The one with the brown hair?" Grindelwald looked at Hermione in the arena.

At this moment, Granger, surrounded by Chongchong, remained fearless and unleashed a dazzling red beam of light from his "Expelliarmus" weapon, striking the poor puppet that had crawled out of the ground, which was barely holding on.

The greatsword in his hand naturally flew to the ground.

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

She flicked her wand, controlling the greatsword in mid-air, and then swung her arm dramatically.

The controlled greatsword, like a shooting star, pierced through the heart of another puppet that had emerged unscathed from the Explosion Curse.

She then leaped to the side, narrowly dodging the slashes from the two puppets that rushed towards her.

Finally, the moment of landing, the wand was aimed at the ground, and a powerful transformation spell was instantly cast. Magic flowed into the ground, and in an instant, the rocky ground gradually turned into a muddy swamp.

The four puppets in front of her, their mountain-like size, used to be weapons to intimidate mortals, but now they had become their greatest burden.

The puppet began to sink at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, it was buried up to the calves.

"All curses have ended!"

A golden light flashed, and the arrow feathers, purely woven from magic, were completely blocked by this golden light.

The respite after the attack ends.

Hermione used a petrification spell to freeze the four golems trapped in the swamp.

Next—"Multiple Freezes"

The crystallized ice covered and froze again.

It took three restrictions before she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"call!"

She was panting heavily, wiped the sweat from her forehead, brushed the stray hairs clinging to her face behind her ears, and then patted the dust off her body.

A resolute gaze.

"Well done!!!" The young wizards at Hogwarts cheered.

Although Miss Granger looked somewhat disheveled at this moment, because her face was covered in dust and she had just rolled on the ground to dodge the puppet's attacks.

But in the little wizard's eyes, she was undoubtedly like a Valkyrie.

That's absolutely incredible!

Now, there's only one opponent left.

After catching his breath, Granger ran straight toward the last puppet.

As for the young wizards from other schools, they were completely stunned.

What did they just see?

With ease!

They looked relaxed, as if they were out shopping.

One word to describe Miss Granger's current image in their minds.

--powerful!

Even Grindelwald withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Dumbledore, saying, "You've raised another good student."

"Hehe." The old principal chuckled, his joy never fading.

Miss Granger's growth far exceeded his expectations.

Moreover, he knew that this was not her true strength, because the competition was still ongoing.

At this moment, in the venue.

The roles of offense and defense have shifted; the puppet can go, and so can Miss Granger.

Her petite body moved step by step toward the last puppet.

For some reason, an aura as imposing as mountains pressed down on the young wizards in the stands.

They were all speechless with surprise.

(End of this chapter)