I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 364 I tried my best, I gave it my all.

Years later, when they meet those who come after them, the wizards from the Mediterranean coast will remember that distant afternoon of stormy weather.

At that time, the Calibdis whirlpool still existed in the Ionian Sea off the west coast of Italy.

Nearly a thousand years have given birth to countless well-known stories there.

Muggles also incorporated the miracles they had witnessed into their own mythology.

In the future, if you are lucky enough to open a book of Greek or other European Muggle mythology, you will be surprised to find that a new story has suddenly appeared in the mythology that was already fixed thousands of years ago.

He recounted how Gaia, the goddess of the earth, dissatisfied with the sins of mankind, created a primordial giant from a whirlpool at the bottom of the sea, whose head reached the sky and whose feet stood on the trench.

The giants' terrifying fighting power even made Greek gods like Zeus and Athena tremble.

Finally, the demigod's son, who had merged with a god, joined forces with the gods and humans to defeat the giants.

—Those Muggles whose memories were later mostly erased will continue to create stories about this distant afternoon in literary works, visual novels, movies, and television.

This is the story that haunts their nightmares.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The clang of weapons rang out.

They performed the most magnificent music in the world.

For a moment, both the wizards and the Muggle fleet that had already entered the Mediterranean were stunned.

But compared to that, the shock that Muggles experienced through the screen—the wizards saw with their own eyes—was far more intense.

All I could hear were the sounds of clashing weapons.

Wherever they looked, they all seemed to be drunk.

For a moment, I couldn't distinguish between heaven and earth.

It's unclear whether stars fell from the sky or golden spears rose from the sea.

The sky meets the clouds and the morning mist, the Milky Way seems to turn and a thousand sails dance. What can they do but hold their breath and watch this scene?

There's nothing we can do.

Whispering is the highest praise—for no words can describe the sacred war that lies ahead.

It wasn't until Jin Ge played the Kagura for a full five or six minutes that this happened.

Only then did some people recover from their shock.

"Magic." The middle-aged wizard suddenly shed tears, his eyes filled with a radiant light. He couldn't help but reach out his right hand, wanting to touch the distant starry river.

"Is it really possible to do all that?"

Yes—can magic really do these things?

The middle-aged man's murmurs plunged many of the wizards around him into self-doubt.

He couldn't help but look at his wand—was he a Muggle—and that was the real wizard?

Over the years, all the Aurors who have come here have been the best students in the school and have passed the most rigorous Ministry of Magic examinations.

Have they been crawling along the path of magic for years?

Is one's seemingly remarkable achievement cheaper than a drop of seawater beneath one's body?

So what exactly have they been learning all these years of hard work?

A simple beginner's guide to fire poker?

In an instant, countless wizards' "spiritual hearts" shattered. The sacred battle before them negated everything they had experienced.

And the only ones who can remain rational in such a situation are...

Blake's designated scapegoat!

The only traitor among the thousand-year-old purebloods!

The sole heir of an ancient family!

Former substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts!

Gryffindor's favorite magic teacher!

Dumbledore's personal tool!

A war hero of the First Wizarding War.

Harry Potter's Godfather Dog.

Dog Daddy – Sirius Black.

After reporting the situation in Ionia to Dumbledore, he rushed here without stopping.

Several professors from Hogwarts accompanied him.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin, and that annoying snotty guy all followed.

As the chairman, Dumbledore was well aware of the Federation's instructions and their delivery to the British Ministry of Magic, as he was the one who issued those orders.

After signaling several professors to go to the Mediterranean to support the battle, he himself went straight to Sweden, to the Federation headquarters.

Currently, although the International Confederation of Wizards has issued support orders to the magic ministries of various European countries, they clearly lack unified command and coordination.

As chairman, these are all his responsibilities and obligations.

In addition, Mrs. Maxim, along with the professors from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also appeared on the battlefield.

Among them was the great Ming Dynasty wizard, Beauxbatons' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Unlike others.

Sirius Black was the only one who knew that Owen was fighting the "gods" behind the golden veil.

He had seen the magic of the starry river behind the curtain.

Irving had just used it not long ago.

This time it was even more spectacular.

Even so, he was lost in thought for more than a minute.

Only then did he break free from some kind of mental interference.

But—it was just a matter of breaking free.

There's nothing he can do, nothing he can offer any help.

"Blake!" A sweet voice suddenly rang out.

It is Mrs. Maxim.

She and the wizards of Beauxbatons gathered around.

No wonder he's a French wizard.

The professors all wore light makeup, and their robes were made of some kind of silk, giving them an elegant and luxurious appearance.

Even though these professors are no longer young, these clothes still evoke their former glory.

Sirius!

This sound was very familiar to the Dog Godfather; it came from his old friend Lu Ping.

"Who is behind that curtain?" Both sides asked the same question at the same time.

It's very simple—they've all seen Irving cast the spell "Starfall".

They also knew something about Origin Magic, especially Madame Maxim, who owned the largest library in Europe; it was impossible for her not to know about this ancient war magic.

Although she may not be familiar with stargazing spells, she must know something about other similar ones.

Furthermore, Miss Granger's outstanding performance in the tournament further motivated her to learn about this spell.

"Hmm—" Sirius fell silent.

He was reluctant to tell everyone the truth—because even if they knew, it wouldn't do any good. They couldn't get in now, so what good would knowing it was Irving do? It would only add to their worries.

"Black!" Professor McGonagall spoke. She was dressed in a long black robe, her hair was piled high, her face was stern, and her eyes were fixed directly on Sirius.

Under this gaze, the dog godfather quickly gave in.

He nodded.

Then he said nothing more.

"Oh my God!"

"Merlin's beard!"

The professors gasped in surprise.

Professor McGonagall's face turned deathly pale, and she began to shake erratically.

In fact, she had a premonition long ago. After hearing Sirius's report to Dumbledore and arriving here, she had already guessed in her heart where the important boy he mentioned could have gone if he suddenly disappeared.

Now we know the truth—

"Why didn't you stop him?" Professor McGonagall had never been so angry.

My resentment towards Dumbledore has grown even stronger!

Look—this is the consequence of his spoiling; this child has become so unruly.

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Upon hearing this, the Dog Godfather's face twitched. He pointed to the battle within the curtain and asked, "Can I stop it?"

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"Why!"

The professor pursed her lips, wanting to speak but unsure what to say. She knew perfectly well that Sirius Black couldn't stop the child, not a year ago—or even earlier.

However, watching her young students fight while the professor could only stand by and watch filled her with unspeakable bitterness. In the end, all the words she wanted to say were reduced to a sigh.

Perhaps—they really are getting old.

Standing on a lone boat.

The professors all looked into the distance.

There, Owen's battle with the gods was nearing its end.

"call--"

The boy took a deep breath.

Just now—he consumed a large amount of magic power, gathering the star amber of the Creation Star Rain within a few feet—creating an unprecedented, world-destroying meteorite.

The meteorite transformed into a spear hundreds of feet long, relentlessly bombarding the Cyclops's eyeballs.

The five-minute bombardment had exhausted almost all of his magic.

This battle of the gods has come to an end.

He ultimately lost!

Defeated by magic!

He was a human, not a god. Even with the support of the Divine Tower and the Cyclops King's physical body reaching its limit and unable to withstand the god's magic, the sheer amount of magic power he possessed was still far beyond Owen's reach.

"Too bad—if you didn't have thousands of years of magic reserves, I could chop you into eight pieces."

On the back of the dragon, Irving said with great regret.

The giant before them was covered in so much flesh that there wasn't a single undamaged spot on his body.

Star Amber left behind hideous and terrifying wounds on his body.

But the reality is that no matter how huge the wound is, the giant's wound will always grow granulation tissue within seconds and then quickly repair itself.

If it weren't for the giant's eyeballs on his chest, which were shattered into glass and never repaired.

The battle just now was as if it had never happened.

"I told you, you are powerless to resist even the slightest bit."

A woman's voice rang out.

"Your resistance is nothing compared to the sparks that ignited before my birth."

"Oh—so you were defeated by your ex-ex-ex's Spark, huh? Good heavens! How could you lose? So weak!"

"You, living in the end times of magic, have no idea about the past."

The woman said calmly.

"Yes, yes—I don't understand." Owen was still panting heavily. Wasn't he just stalling for time by rambling on and on?

Whew—I glanced at the blood of giants in the seawater.

These were all left behind after he injured a Titan in the battle.

Blood remaining on the sea surface—though Irving called it blood.

But that kind of thing is more of a limb.

Twisted, indescribable flesh and blood.

The moment these flesh and blood touched the sea surface.

It swelled up as if it had sucked up seawater, transforming into all sorts of twisted, living, parasitic monsters woven from vibrant blood vessels.

The number was quite large, like a swarm of bees, rushing out of the curtain with a whooshing sound.

"This is bad!" Owen, high in the sky, looked at the countless parasitic monsters on the sea surface.

I got goosebumps all over.

Fortunately, he could fly—Bakal could fly.

Otherwise, let alone dealing with it, just looking at it is disgusting.

Then, Owen watched helplessly as the parasites easily penetrated the golden curtain and surged towards the living people outside.

"Flesh and blood, soul, and supplements!" Owen certainly knew the essence of this so-called supreme will as a god, which was how he obtained power. He relied on absorbing the flesh and blood and soul of living beings to maintain his own existence.

How many Muggles and wizards are there outside?

He knew exactly how far this place was from the coastline.

Once these parasites have had their fill, it's not just him who will be in grave danger; all organic life could be in grave danger.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

However, Irving's worries were clearly unfounded.

Outside the 'curtain'.

The Federation mobilized most of the Aurors across Europe to react.

There are many wizards.

The combined effect of the spells was quite spectacular.

Countless powerful or intricate spells lit up one after another like fireworks.

In this cloudy night, the magic wands in their hands twinkled like stars, symbolizing the light.

This scene was quite spectacular, as it was rare to see so many wizards casting spells at the same time.

The external pressure also brought Irving a sliver of comfort, at least the woman in front of him wouldn't get any more magic replenishment.

"Phew!" He took another breath.

Irving felt something heavy pressing on his chest. Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, pushing him to the brink of madness.

This is the terror of the gods.

Her psychological attacks almost never stopped.

When he was brimming with magic and boundless energy, resisting this mental pollution was relatively easy, but now—Owen is in his weakest period, and this mental pollution has become severe.

Sometimes—he even saw frames jumping around in front of him.

Leap out, into the cracks of the void, into that boundless, pale purple ocean, into a foreign land where the supreme will resides.

"Damn it," Owen cursed, then repeatedly cleared his mind and used a brain-blocking technique.

For now.

He had no way to defeat the formidable enemy before him.

Yes, to put it bluntly, this level of enemy has transcended the realm of magic and entered a higher dimension. As for what that dimension is, he doesn't know, but it is definitely beyond his current comprehension.

All his attack methods were useless against her.

Only dark magic or origin magic like Fiendfyre can effectively kill.

But how many more times can he perform this?

The recent creation of stars had almost exhausted his magic power.

Even now, just by barely holding on to the force field magic, his limbs are already constantly aching.

He might faint in the next second; that's a given.

He will lose, just as the woman said, he won't even be able to put up the bare minimum of resistance.

"puff!"

Finally, in a moment of distraction and relaxation, a golden sword pierced his left chest.

The intense pain instantly freed him from those chaotic thoughts.

The sword vanished, and blood instantly stained the silver dragon's back.

However, he was not unprepared; the white shavings in his left hand were directly applied.

The blood had blocked the flow.

However, torn internal organs do not heal so quickly.

His breathing suddenly became difficult.

"Meow?"

Sirocco jumped out of his backpack.

Its four paws were still gripping its toy tree branch.

The white cat and its slightly shiny branch were stained with scarlet blood.

Red petals were scattered on the dragon's back, but instead of falling, they were blown higher and higher by the howling wind.

"Meow!" The kitten licked the back of his hand, bringing Owen what little comfort he had left.

Bakal flapped his wings and flew towards the higher sky.

They were surrounded by a barrier, leaving them with no way to escape but to ascend.

Aim for higher goals.

"You," Owen gripped the bones on the dragon's spine, about to speak.

Suddenly, a blinding light shone on him.

It's the sun!

The real sun!

The sunlight shone on the silver dragon, warm and intense.

He looked up at the sky, the rain on his body slowly evaporating under the sun.

Is this the final chapter?

Whew—I tried my best, I gave it my all.

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On the other side of the sea.

The North Atlantic fleet has arrived in this area.

The fighter jets had already taken off.

The destroyer's long-range defensive guns are unleashing a barrage of fire.

Soon, the onlookers realized that they had gone from being the main attacker to the support.

The twisted parasitic monsters on the sea surface were swept away by relentless firepower in a single encounter, like mowing grass.

Those that were stronger received the attention of the fighter jets.

There is no flesh and blood creature capable of withstanding the blast of a 20mm Gatling gun.

A single volley of bullets would kill even the most sturdy and powerful creature.

The Combined Fleet didn't even bother using missiles, probably because they weren't cost-effective.

The feeling was like an armored army fighting zombies; aside from racking up battle merits for the legion, those fleshy monsters were completely useless.

However, the NATO joint fleet is slower.

At least half of this sea area is still not covered by the fire network.

In other areas, although land-based rocket artillery and short-range confinement bombs from the Apennine Peninsula have already killed most of the casualties.

However, an astonishing number of monsters still rushed out.

And these are the things that wizards must face.

"Build a defensive network for me; don't fight alone!"

"The wizards have completely lost face!"

The battlefield was filled with shouts of reprimands in various languages.

These are all Auror office directors from various countries, and they have all gathered here to oversee the entire process.

But the results were minimal.

The language barrier, coupled with the wizarding tradition of isolationism, meant that these elite wizards from various European countries were simply unable to work together.

Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a small-scale brawl, they are top-tier in the region.

But once it comes to large-scale battlefield combat, that kind of individualism is simply a disaster.

Quite commonly, this is used when an endless number of monsters are present.

Most wizards will subconsciously apparite away from their original location.

This is their instinct, and the most normal choice in wizard duels: to maneuver, wait for an opportunity, and then defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

But on the battlefield, especially on the battlefield where they held their ground.

This action is no different from desertion in the face of battle.

Their battle lines kept collapsing.

The Auror in charge of command, his throat parched from exhaustion, could only keep retreating from the front lines.

But this retreat has caused problems.

In this sea area, there are also a large number of Muggle merchant ships and yachts that are being drawn here by some mysterious force.

The wizard didn't have time to save everyone.

Meanwhile, the US North Atlantic Fleet and the NATO joint fleet are still on the western coast of the Mediterranean.

Northern Route – Eastern Route – Southern Route.

They couldn't possibly gather enough boats.

The only countries with any naval power on the southern and eastern fronts are Egypt and Greece.

But they are all busy rescuing their own citizens within their territorial waters! The only role they can send to the main battlefield is to wave the flag.

In this situation, the endless cycle of Muggle merchant ships being devoured by monsters became an inescapable dead end.

And with hundreds, even thousands, of pieces of flesh being devoured.

These parasitic monsters, born in the pale purple sea, finally revealed their hideous nature.

As if they were wearing someone else's clothes, their occupied bodies sprouted countless granulation tissues and tumors, representing ominous signs.

Brownish-yellow flames of decay burned on the sea surface.

The seawater has been eroded and turned a disgusting brown.

It turned into a highly corrosive strong acid.

This hastened the sinking of the Muggle ship, as the metal was corroded almost instantly.

"boom!"

It was the sound of a ship's keel breaking.

Amidst the torrential rain, countless screams of agony rang out.

"Help!"

"Help me, help—" He fell silent.

"Ah~~~ my legs, my legs—no—no!!" The person who fell into the sea! In an instant, their flesh was corroded by the strong acid and flames.

The pain and torment was watching the flesh and blood of one's lower body slowly separate, then the abdomen, the upper chest, and finally the head.

It felt like jumping into a pot of sulfuric acid.

This creates a cycle.

In the blink of an eye, an ominous legion had been fully born.

They stand tall on the sea.

Carrying the surging waves and braving the wind, they charged towards the wizards.

"withstand!"

"Stop retreating!"

The far-sighted Auror commanders naturally saw the reason for the legion's transformation at a glance.

Behind them were Muggle merchant ships, and what's more troublesome is if they crashed onto land!

The Eastern Wizarding Command, aboard a luxurious Muggle yacht.

"Moody!"

"Lead your troops and hold the western defenses! Don't let me see a single monster break through your lines!"

"Kingsley—assist him, with your squad."

"Where is Rufus Scrimgeour?" In the British Auror Order, a gray-haired wizard with a stern face was issuing orders.

"I'm here!" Rufus Scrimgeour appeared in phantom form before the man.

"The center line—hold it together with the French and German Aurors. You know what the consequences are of letting them escape, even just one!"

"I understand!" Rufus Scrimgeour, then head of the Auror office, nodded and led the remaining British Aurors to the front.

"Theseus, what about us!" Sirius and the others asked anxiously on the ship.

"Adapt to the situation!" Theseus said calmly, his face tense. "The defenses will definitely be breached. You need to keep a close eye on the overall situation and reinforce the lines as needed."

The wizard who commanded the Eastern wizards in battle was none other than Theseus Scamander, the brother of Newt Scamander and a war hero from the previous global wizarding war.

(End of this chapter)