I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 46 Finite!

Unlike Harry, Hermione was behind the group, so the Flash didn't hit her.

She watched Kyrie Irving's "crazy" actions in their entirety.

For the first time, she began to doubt the magic wand in her hand.

They even began to doubt the knowledge they had memorized by rote.

So this is the true way wizards fight?

Play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses; attack their vulnerabilities!

Oh!

I understand.

Hermione's eyes shone as she opened the door to a new world.

His bright brown eyes, with an unusual gleam, looked at Irving, who had stirred up a cloud of dust.

But just when she thought it was all over.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew her fluffy hair up.

"Watch out~"

she yelled.

Because through the smoke, she seemed to see a figure stand up again.

Irving raised his hand to shield his eyes, squinting as he stared intently at the figure that had unleashed the hurricane.

"Indeed, the law of 'no harm in smoking' applies everywhere."

As the hurricane dispersed the barrier of mist and dust, Owen once again met the gaze of those eyes that gleamed with an eerie red light within the black robe.

"So many spells failed to kill this guy, looks like the author is going to slack off for a few more chapters!" Owen took a small step back, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

Because this time, he didn't sense any of Quirrell's aura from that body.

On the contrary, evil, brutality, and madness—these auras unique to Voldemort—are relentlessly assaulting everyone.

"You're quite good." A hoarse voice came from behind the tattered black robe. The voice sounded like a rat gnawing on bones in a sewer.

Then, Voldemort chanted some kind of spell, no one knows what.

Suddenly, the severed arm that had fallen off floated up out of thin air and returned to Quirrell's severed limb as if it were an arrow longing to return home.

Then it was repaired in just a few breaths.

???

So Voldemort's surname was also Uchiha!

People can hot-swap their eyes, but can you hot-swap your arm?

"No young wizard has ever been so exceptional." He said in a deep voice, frantically repairing his battered body with the few remaining life force he had stolen from the unicorn. "Even I—at this age—have never possessed such power."

"—and courage."

"What a pity," he said.

"You shouldn't have been my enemy!"

Voldemort said coldly.

But his exhausted body forced him to stop fighting with Irving and the others.

In order to obtain the magic stone, he must leave this place as soon as possible.

In the darkness, he seemed to sense that a prying gaze was coming from all directions and focusing on him.

Is it Dumbledore?

Maybe not, but Voldemort didn't want to gamble.

but!

The sin of humiliating the great Dark Lord is not so easily forgiven.

Having said that, he once again took control of Quirrell's wrist and swung the wand rapidly.

With that, a difficult, obscure incantation was uttered.

A huge, twelve-foot-tall fire serpent suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

"Enjoy! The flames will wash away all your sins against the great Demon King!"

After unleashing Fiery Blaze, Voldemort flicked his robes and vanished instantly into the shadows of the forest.

"Damn! What a chuunibyou!" Owen exclaimed angrily.

With a cold expression, he looked at the fierce fire with its high-rising snake head.

"Depend on!"

Fiery Curse!

Dark magic is what Irving hates most right now.

Because he had absolutely no way to counter it. He did possess several spells that were no less powerful than the Fiend Curse, but with his current physical condition, even if he used them, it would be a drop in the ocean, and he would be instantly devoured by the opponent.

"So, eating a big melon is the best spell!" Irving couldn't help but sigh.

Even if one's magic power is not as strong as the opponent's when using the Killing Curse, the two Killing Curses will at least cancel each other out when they clash, rather than one being devoured by the other.

"Hiss hiss hiss!!!"

The twelve-foot-tall fire serpent exhaled its creed, and Owen could sense a chill in its fiery gaze.

"Hiss~" Suddenly, it charged towards the little wizard, the scorching waves burning his skin even before they reached him.

But Fiery Blaze is different; it will not go out unless everything in its path is burned to ashes.

"Don't just stand there." Owen turned around and said to the three people who had already taken cover behind a mound of earth.

Then he whirled around and quickly raised his wand.

Ironclad Curse barely held off the flames.

"Everyone, form a circle." The heatwave, like ocean waves, crashed against the rocks that were always close to Irving's body.

The firelight illuminated the area behind him, revealing Harry and his friends.

"Use your wand to burrow underground, or we'll all be burned to death."

"You've learned about Curse Stop, Professor Flitwick taught you that, don't say you've forgotten."

He dodged one of Li Huo's attacks with a quick movement.

The blazing flames brushed past him. Owen, face up, bent over, coldly watching the flames mock him.

Then, he quickly cast a spell: "Ultimate Protection!!"

Several defensive spells successfully neutralized Fiendfire's desire to attack Harry and his companions.

This is also buying them time.

"Do as he says." Hermione was the first to overcome her fear of Fiend.

She gripped her wand tightly and ran quickly toward one of the open spaces in front of her.

Harry and Ron, realizing what was happening, headed in two different directions.

"Hey! Idiot, look here!" Another cutting spell was cast, successfully drawing the hatred of the serpent transformed from Fiendfire.

At this moment, the four people had already sat in a circle, surrounding Li Huo.

"Owen!" Hermione gripped her wand nervously. An unprecedented mix of excitement and fear brewed into a potent intoxicating drink, to which she had no resistance whatsoever; just one drop was enough to intoxicate her.

The four of them exchanged glances.

Then, the wand was raised high and plunged into the ground.

"All curses are over!" Ron roared, trembling as he plunged his wand into the ground.

"All curses end!!" Harry gritted his teeth, gripping his wand tightly, letting blood trickle down his fingernails. His eyes held an unprecedented stubbornness!

"All curses! All are over!!" Hermione's brown eyes gleamed with excitement.

At this moment, she felt as if she had become the protagonist of the fantasy stories her mother used to tell her at night when she was a child!

Stand before calamity.

A mind as clear as a mirror, and all actions taken are righteous!

"Ten Thousand Curses—"

Irving's lips curled into a genuine smile he had never shown before.

Golden light flowed from the tip of the wand, shining brightly before him.

An unprecedented power transformed into an insurmountable curtain of light.

"All is lost!!!" He gripped the wand in reverse and then plunged it violently into the ground in front of him.

"Roar~~~"

From the earth, golden chains composed of light curtains emerged.

There are millions of them.

Bind that serpent of calamity tightly.

It's like a giant dragon being shackled.

A steel fork pierced the shark.

Next comes the battle between humans and fish. It's a contest to see who gives up first.

Another day of overtime. I've noticed that my boss seems to have awakened his capitalist tendencies—no way, no way, he doesn't really want to make money, does he?

What happened to the saying that business is the greatest form of charity?

(End of this chapter)