I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 332 The Battlefield Reversal - The Phoenix Society

Hermione bit her lip, suppressing the pounding in her heart; her boy had become strong again.

but--

Overwhelmed by emotions, she couldn't stop the tears streaming down her face.

Tears, heavy with sorrow, dripped onto the ground, reflecting the flames as I picked up the dust.

"Don't be afraid—don't be afraid!" Owen rubbed her cheeks, helped her up, and began to regain control of the blue fire magic with the wand in his right hand.

Let it transform into a wall of fire to protect the young wizards.

"I'm back—I'm back!" he said.

"I...I'm not afraid of them," Miss Granger sobbed. "I thought it would never happen again."

"Oh my god, Miss Granger, how could you think such a thing?" Owen comforted her, "Just a mere killing curse."

Hermione looked at him, her eyes gleaming with a tangible joy, but the emotion that touched her heart did not cloud her reason.

Now is not the time for reminiscing.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she quickly reached into her purse at her waist.

"Use—this, this is a door key." She took out a thick, several-foot-thick magic book from her purse.

"It was given to me by Professor McGonagall."

The book's title page features a thick, gold-embossed seal—a majestic lion.

Owen took the heavy book, his eyes fixed on Hermione. He could roughly guess that the little witch hadn't had a good time these past two months, but seeing it with his own eyes—she really hadn't.

That's absolutely terrible.

Girls her age should be happy and carefree. How could he let her eyes be filled with sorrow and tears?

He's such a failure.

"Watch out—" Hermione screamed.

Meanwhile, Owen had already turned around and cast "Sanchez's Force Field." The azure flash deflected the dark green spell, hitting a Death Eater who was slacking off nearby.

Irving's mind returned to normal, and he was now in a state of intense focus, not yet having time to heal Miss Granger's wounds.

He turned to look at the mushroom cloud behind him.

The rising flames had vanished, leaving only an orange-red hue on the tower—flowing lava, making gurgling sounds as it melted all the stone bricks it touched.

The orange-red light gave the surroundings an eerie feel.

It is the furnace that represents the beginning of life, the boiling crucible of death, and the soup of hellish demons.

At this moment, the effects of the Origin Magic spell continued.

There was still a lot of lava growing on the broken floor tiles.

They flowed down the paving stones, some falling into the sea with a 'sizzling' sound.

Irving's attention was not on the lava.

His gaze remained fixed on a strange black mist in the air.

Voldemort was standing on it, floating.

At this point, his skin was paler than a skull, but it was not smooth; instead, it was very rough, covered with albino scales like a snake, especially on his hairless head, where the skin was dark red with disgusting, complex patterns.

The most striking and terrifying feature of that flat, snake-like face was its eyes.

It gleamed with a blood-red light, its empty eyes devoid of any emotion, containing only bloodlust, madness, cruelty, and a hint of anger.

The pupils are two slits, like a cat's eyes, and being stared at by them is very uncomfortable.

Finally, there's that flat nose, which is just two thin slits, as if it were casually carved out.

He was completely resurrected.

Irving, however, felt a cold smile creeping across his face.

He was no longer the seventeen or eighteen-year-old face of last year, but the inhuman appearance of Voldemort at his peak.

But that only makes it seem more foolish.

Because if he retained his previous physical body, then Harry would have to die.

Only by killing him can we kill the soul of Voldemort within him.

But now—he has been resurrected using Harry's blood.

The Love Protection Charm would then reside within both of their bodies, meaning that if Voldemort were to use the Killing Curse on Harry, it would only kill his soul.

At that moment, Voldemort noticed Owen's gaze.

He suddenly revealed a cruel smile, his face so wrinkled it could trap flies, and his two rows of teeth were remarkably white and even. One could only say, no wonder he's British; even a major villain has to pay attention to the neatness of his teeth.

However, that expression gave Owen a strong sense of déjà vu, making him feel like he was about to burst out laughing, "Harry Potter is dead—hehehe."

"These young wizards these days are really quite outstanding," he said through gritted teeth, his tone sarcastic.

Then he swung his wand violently.

In an instant, the fire escaping technique, which had already transformed into a fire dragon, was extinguished by more than half.

"Oh?" Voldemort seemed puzzled that he hadn't directly destroyed the spell.

The young wizards, however, went from a moment of joy to plunging into an icy abyss.

Antonin Dolokhov and the other Death Eaters charged forward again.

They grinned cruelly, their faces contorted in rage. He charged at Harry first, shouting triumphantly.

And Harry—

He had long since lost his strength due to the torment of the Crucifixion Curse.

It lay weakly on the ground, utterly powerless to resist.

This gave Anthony an opportunity, and he grabbed Harry by the neck.

Lift it up.

It even emitted a piercing laugh.

The same applies to most of the other junior wizards.

Hibiscus reacted the fastest; her gloves glowed green, and in an instant, countless figures of her appeared.

The clone rushed toward the Death Eaters nearby, attempting to disrupt their view.

Her opponent is the Death Eater, Alecto Caro.

The younger sister of the Carlo siblings.

She was a woman with brown hair, a fleshy face, and a gloomy expression.

She used only one spell to detect Hibiscus's true form.

She cast a spell on Gabriel.

Fearing for her younger sister, Furong almost instinctively rushed over to protect her, which gave Amicus Caro an opportunity.

The older of the Carlo siblings.

He waved his wand, and a powerful gray spell struck her directly.

Fleur remained calm and took out her wand to defend herself.

A flash of golden light appeared, and Zhou Liting barely managed to block the attack, but this was not a good thing.

Because her true identity has been exposed, it will take at least thirty seconds for her to put the gloves back on.

What she will face next is a raging storm.

Krum and Cedric have already engaged two Death Eaters in combat.

The spell flew back and forth, quite thrilling.

The Durmstrang witch also joined in. She was clearly not strong enough to take on a Death Eater alone, but she could easily launch a sneak attack from behind Krum and Cedric.

Of course, this wouldn't last long. The Death Eaters were hesitant because Owen's fire shield hadn't been completely extinguished, and he still had to spare some energy to deal with the flames while fighting the young wizard.

The young wizards, however, do not need this; the flames have no effect on them.

But once the flames are completely extinguished, the Death Eaters swarming in are far beyond the young wizards' ability to withstand.

Of all these people, Koyatl had the easiest job.

She had absolutely no intention of getting involved in the fight between the young wizards and the Death Eaters.

On the battlefield where the fighting was fierce.

She found a random spot and sat down on the ground, her long, black hair hanging low.

A pair of black eyes surveyed her surroundings expressionlessly, watching the show. The Death Eaters did not attack her because she made no move to resist.

"Irving—"

Hermione's voice made Owen turn his gaze away from Voldemort.

He sustains the magic of the force field.

He looked down at Hermione.

He understood Hermione's meaning.

She wanted to open the book herself.

Triggering this door key opens it.

Once they open that book, the door key will take them back to the castle.

But he showed no intention of opening it.

The reason is that the young wizards are too scattered.

If he activates the door key at this moment, someone will definitely not have time to escape.

There were too many Death Eaters around.

They're not stupid enough to just sit and watch them escape.

And—there's Voldemort lurking over there, eyeing us covetously!

No one can hold him back, and no one can leave.

Because the spatial fluctuations at the moment the door key is triggered will cause the "Sanchez Force Field" spell to have a loophole, or even become ineffective.

This magic is originally a kind of spatial deflection, so it cannot be used during apparition.

When the time comes, as long as Voldemort casts a Killing Curse, he will be just like Dobby in the original story, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to avoid it, and he can only take the hit with his body.

He didn't think he could actually withstand the Killing Curse!

Irving's mind raced.

Countless thoughts flooded his mind, and within a few breaths, he began to ponder.

The next second, he handed the book back to Hermione and half-pushed her closer to the young wizards.

He was the only one on the scene capable of holding off Voldemort.

And Harry?

Owen knew it was hopeless just by glancing at Voldemort's wand!

He had clearly switched wands, so it was probably impossible for him to use a Flashback Curse in the spell battle.

"Irving!"

Hermione held the book. Of course she understood what Owen wanted to do, but knowing didn't mean she was willing.

She didn't want to see him fall into a deep sleep again.

And this time it might even be permanent!

Although she was anxious, there was nothing she could do.

Moreover, she was already severely anemic and had just lost too much blood. Now, she didn't even have the strength to hold her wand. Her head was heavy, the light in her eyes was disappearing, and darkness seemed to be enveloping her.

Every step taken is a test of spirit and will.

She did not have an emotional breakdown.

Instead, she suddenly let out a long sigh, as if exhaling a heavy burden and releasing the fatigue and pressure of the past three months. Her eyes were fixed on the book in her hands, and she looked up at the boy's figure again. Her mind flashed through her memories up to the present.

Whether it's beautiful or regrettable, hopeful or remorseful, it's as if death is about to descend, and the past becomes like sea breeze, drifting away in a lonely corner of the world.

The darkness gradually descended, like a veil adorning her hair.

Just as she was about to fall, about to step into the darkness beneath her skirt, a blinding light suddenly appeared.

The pure white light, like gathered mist, shot straight up from the ground to the sky.

Hermione instinctively covered her eyes.

But the light did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it grew stronger and brighter!

On the other side—in Irving's line of sight.

He saw the book in Hermione's arms suddenly begin to move without any wind. As if someone were supporting it, it floated higher and higher, and then suddenly opened its pages, with countless pages rising out of the book like fireworks.

The sound of the paper turning was like a silent symphony, carrying a strong, urgent, howling sound like the wind.

The next second, a beam of white light emerged from the book, circled the young wizards once, and then landed beside Harry.

A figure slowly emerged from the radiance.

He grabbed Anthony's shoulder, and when the gloomy-faced man turned around, he was met with a huge fist.

"Stay away from me when it comes to disciplining my children!"

Sirius Black swung his fist and smashed it into Antonin's head.

The immense force knocked him to the ground.

Other white lights also shot out from the book one after another.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A dozen or so figures descended like divine soldiers, directly defeating the Death Eaters.

As the light faded, Mad-Eye Moody, Professor Frievey, Kingsley, Nymphadora Tonks, Rufus Scrimgeour, Mrs. Maxim, Professor Euryale Hicks, and Wenda Rozier appeared.

A group of professors and Aurors.

It can be said that those present at this moment were the most elite group of wizards in Britain.

Of course, that person wouldn't be missing from this group.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort coldly stared at the white light that appeared beside Owen, and the wizard who emerged from the white light was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

The world's greatest white wizard.

"Thank goodness!" He glanced at Irving and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned to look at Voldemort.

Already reached—the flowing lava.

Dumbledore's eyelids twitched slightly. It was obvious that the lava had been created by the boy next to him.

This child—has become stronger again.

Voldemort wasn't particularly surprised by Dumbledore's appearance; he merely showed a hint of hatred on his face.

That's all.

The two arch-rivals didn't waste any words and immediately began their epic battle by waving their wands.

The duel between the two most powerful wizards of the time did not arouse Owen's interest in the slightest.

He turned and rushed to Miss Granger's side.

He picked her up.

Then his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings.

What he needs to do now is to get these troublesome little wizards out of here as soon as possible, so that they don't become Voldemort's hostages and make the old headmaster hesitate in his battle.

"Irving!" Sirius Black walked over.

He pulled Harry along.

That brat is so disobedient; he insists on joining their next battle.

"I can do it," Harry said weakly but stubbornly.

He was being supported by Sirius Black, his legs were trembling, but his eyes were shining, his right hand was gripping his wand tightly, and he was in a state of excitement.

White light emanated from all around, and with each beam of light, an Auror descended.

The grand entrance was nothing short of an insult to Harry, the show-off wizard, as if Ron had been thrown into the kitchen and Hermione into the library.

He couldn't wait to get involved, to become part of the white light, and to fight for justice together.

"You've done enough!" Sirius said with a sigh of relief.

His eyes shone brightly, and he saw James's shadow more and more clearly in Harry.

He touched Harry's cheek and continued, "In a few years you'll be a great wizard."

"I'm already doing very well," Harry said, still sounding impatient, his impetuous nature just like his father's. "I can help you."

"I know!" Sirius continued, "But this is my battle, our battle, and you have your own mission."

As he spoke, he looked at Irving, who was walking over.

"Take that book with you; it will transport you all back to Hogwarts."

"No—Voldemort killed my parents, this is my fight, I—" Harry hadn't finished speaking.

At that moment, Owen, who was supporting Hermione, walked over.

Without saying a word, he clenched his fist and delivered a heavy blow to the Redeemer's head.

"Ouch!" Harry cried out in pain, clutching his head, and was probably unable to speak for the time being.

"You can't educate kids with gentle persuasion." Owen glared at Sirius. "You have to beat them up and establish your authority, otherwise they'll take advantage of you."

Seeing this, Sirius's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took advantage of Harry loosening his grip on his clothes and turned to join the battle against Voldemort.

On the other side, the young wizards, urged by their professors, also gathered together.

Everyone held hands and formed a circle.

Then, Irving picked up the book that had fallen to the ground and closed itself, and suddenly opened it again.

Suddenly, countless pages burst forth, then abruptly contracted, forming a circle around them like stickers.

next second.

Amidst the howling incantations and Voldemort's roar, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

Their vision blurred, and at the same time they felt a tug below their navel.

When they came to their senses, everything they saw became familiar.

A room decorated with daffodils and daisies.

The crystal chandelier, spewing out snowflakes and fireworks, fell glitteringly.

They returned to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

"Phew—" Except for Harry, the other young wizards all breathed a sigh of relief.

They had just experienced what was probably the most evil ten minutes of their lives.

Not everyone wanted Harry; most of them wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

Just then, a group of people walked over.

The leader was Barty Crouch, whose expression was somber, and beneath his graying brow were a pair of cold, angry, unfamiliar, and frightening eyes.

Behind him was Snape, who was still the same as before, showing no panic at all because of Voldemort's return, only more gloomy.

Then there are Mrs. Pomfrey and Professor Sprout.

The two professors rushed forward the moment they saw the young wizards to check if they were injured.

"It's happening again!"

"It's happening again!!!"

Crouch was furious. He stared at Owen and the others with a dark look in his eyes, as if to say, "Why didn't any of them die?"

"When will Dumbledore learn to report to the Ministry of Magic before doing anything?"

"If I hadn't come, was he planning to never tell me?"

"This is a serious matter, and Dumbledore doesn't quite trust your men," Snape said calmly.

(End of this chapter)