...

As his companions were picked one by one, Harry was a little anxious. Why not choose him?

Is he shorter? He looks weak?

He stared at Astoria, and the little girl was so angry that no one looked at her. She was obviously standing in front of her hard.

Harry suddenly felt a little sad.

Even Hermione was on the court. Her opponent was the witch named "Grevis". Grevis smiled and said, "I heard your name a lot these days, Miss Wanshi?"

Hermione frowned, and the tone of his speech was not kind.

“Can you start?”

"Of course." Grevis grinned.

"Swoosh!"

A silent disarming spell flew out quickly, and Grevis hurriedly jumped aside and looked at her in surprise, "Is this the spell you are best at?"

Hermione said with a stern face: "You will know." She waved her wand repeatedly, and spells flew out one after another, suppressing the opposite side in a short time, forcing Grevis to hold up an arc-shaped magic barrier and completely wrap herself up.

Flivi asked in surprise: "When did Granger master the silent spell? Moreover, she could actually apply it to multiple spells, which was not what she had just mastered."

Moody's demonic eye turned wildly, staring at her movements, silently thinking in her mind.

"Her control over magic has always been prominent, and when I asked her to write a essay on the duel system, she put the silent spell first."

"Why?"

"Her spell..." Felix thought for a while, carefully selected words and said: "It is more concise and surprising in some details that reflect manipulation, but the power of the spell is not satisfactory."

Frieve immediately understood what he meant, "This is actually nothing. Granger's spell casting is very stable, which is her greatest advantage. When she becomes an adult, she can fully utilize her advantages and choose a compound spell... Oh my God!"

In the open space, Grevis broke the previous tacit understanding.

The black flames expanded and scattered into more than a dozen balls, hanging in the air. As his wand dripped like a sharp blade, the flames suddenly fell from the sky.

Hermione held up a magic barrier, then felt the blazing temperature, and her hair was burnt. She quickly ran away and saw a big hole burned by black flames in panic.

"What's this?"

"Devil Fire, I said that you are not allowed to use black magic," Wilkinson said in a deep voice. "Grevis is a little out of control. He cares too much about this honor... We are ready to separate them at any time."

Several professors approached each other, and Frieve sternly said: "We should stop this battle, which is beyond the scope of competition."

Felix said calmly: "I am in the same mood as you, Felix, but I believe Miss Granger."

More than a dozen black flames hit the ground, burning the grass to death, looking like the footprints of a devil falling from the sky. Hermione's eyes widened and she avoided in a mess, while swinging iron armor spells to resist.

Harry and Ron were anxious and wanted to rush up, but with the professors there, they barely restrained their thoughts, watching the black flames that hit the ground turned into a twisted snake, curled their bodies, and then rushed towards her.

"What are the professors waiting for?" Harry asked in confusion. He pulled out his wand, and the tip of the wand flashed. What magic should I use at this time? Disarming spell, coma, iron armor spell, or patron saint?

It didn't seem to work... He simply aimed his wand at the "Grevis" and wondered whether to chant an evil curse at him.

Hermione wasn't too panicked, she had the last card. She glanced at Felix, and Felix nodded at her. So she stopped and let the black flames surround her, with golden light flashing at her fingertips.

Wilkinson had already raised his wand, and Bethny handed over his wand to Yuria, "Quick!" Then they heard a strange spell from the girl's mouth.

The golden flame poured down from Hermione's palm. Compared to the small flame displayed in the ancient magical office more than a month ago, it has now grown into a giant. The golden flame rushed around like a flood, colliding with the black flames that rushed towards her. The black flame collapsed at once and was stirred into pieces of debris.

Grevis' expression solidified on his face.

The golden flame continued to shrink, and finally a huge firebird flew out, like a phoenix, much more exquisite than the magic outlined by Baiers. It made a long and loud moan. In just one moment, the golden firebird appeared in front of the dumb chuckled Grevis. A foot away from him, his hair curled into ashes, and his pupils reflected a long golden beak.

"This is what I want to see." Felix nodded and said with satisfaction in the silence.

...

Grevis was pulled away, his expression was a little lost, and there was an indelible fear in his eyes before leaving.

Professor Wilkinson walked over with a little silence and apologized to the Hogwarts professors: "Grevis...he...he takes this championship too seriously. He has carried the hopes of many people and wants to restore the family's glory..."

"Grevis?" Frivey repeated, "this last name is very familiar."

"The descendants of the Twelve Aurors, like me, also made me feel empathetic to him and relaxed his care." Wilkinson said: "A more than seventy years ago, a scandal occurred in the American magic world. Percival Grevis, the security director of the Magic France Society, was impersonated," he explained muffled, "causing huge chaos that almost exposed the entire American magic world."

"Being impersonated?" Several professors looked over.

"This is a secret," Wilkinson whispered: "There are few people outsiders who know it."

"Who has he pretended to be?" Felix asked with interest.

"Grindelwald." Wilkinson only said one last name, but everyone present knew who he was referring to.

"It's actually related to Grindelwald!" Flivie said in surprise, "Then the child just now..."

"Victor Percival Grevis," Wilkinson said. "Percival Grevis is his grandfather, and that's why there's something wrong with his mentality. I can guarantee that if he gets in trouble, I'll send him back."

Several professors didn't say anything. It was an accident, and a student broke the rules and could not blame others. Moreover, the Hogwarts student did not suffer any losses. Instead, the Graves was probably a lot of psychological shadows.

Not only him, but other Iphamoni students were shocked and kept staring at Hermione. In their hearts, this witch with messy hair had become one of the students that they must not provoke.

Even Professor Wilkinson deliberately asked before leaving: "That little girl... don't you plan to make her a warrior, are you?"

"No, she's not old enough," Felix said.
Chapter completed!