Chapter 363 Monster Battle, New Demigod Wizard?

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations in the audience. After all, fire coverage is always the best way to show combat power.

Facing this overwhelming spell, most wizards asked themselves and felt that they might not be able to resist.

Even the Aurors in the audience were slightly afraid.

"I suddenly feel that my more than forty years of life have been in vain." A middle-aged Auror from the United States swallowed.

"Give me another three or forty years, I'm afraid I won't be able to release magic on this scale."

"Who isn't?" The Brazilian wizard next to him smacked his lips.

"We, Castrobushe, lost to her in the Six-wizard Tournament."

"I was not convinced at first. I thought I was born at the wrong time. If I had been born twenty years later, the championship would have been mine."

"But now, I just feel lucky that I was born early enough to avoid being beaten by such a monster."

"Stop talking and maintain the magic barrier!" an Auror who seemed to be the captain roared in a low voice,

"Whenever this magic hits our magic barrier, I doubt we can survive it for three seconds!"

"Under such circumstances, do you still have time to chat? Wage deductions are trivial. Be careful of the magic backlashing you!"

The Aurors' expressions suddenly tightened and they returned their attention to the wands in their hands.

But Peverell, who was about to face this attack directly, still had a smile on his face and raised the wand in his hand slightly.

In an instant, several silver semi-illusory magic shields appeared in mid-air.

The shield fell around Peverell, and the silver light on it solidified a bit.

A large number of spells bombarded the shield barrier, and the shield suddenly made a low sound, but there was not even a scratch on it, let alone the defense line being breached.

Harley didn't expect this simple fire coverage to have any effect.

She waved her wand gently towards the fields on both sides, and four red lights flashed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded immediately, and four explosive spells hit all around where Peverell was standing.

Although the playing field has been repeatedly reinforced by Aurors and officials from the Spanish Ministry of Magic.

Unfortunately, in the face of Harley's superb explosion spell and powerful magic power, the reinforced ground was still as brittle as paper.

Four large holes were blasted out of the playing field, and the smoke and gravel formed into two stone chains, which were fiercely drawn towards the shield.

And streams of hot steam emerged from the four large pits, and finally hot golden-red magma burst out!

Although Harley has been deliberately restraining her attacks, only allowing the power of these attacks to reach close to the attack intensity used by a Sequence 4 and Sequence 5 Extraordinary.

But the battle scenes are still huge and even a little scary.

However, Peverell naturally cannot sit still and wait for death. Looking at the expression on his face, there is even a hint of relief.

The counterattack began.

Those silver shields originally had a sense of illusion, but when the chains approached, they suddenly became solid.

"Keep peace and change!" Peverell's gentle voice sounded, and the silver light spread.

The chain was pulled hard on the shield, but with a flash of silver light, the chain bounced out according to the trajectory it came from, and was pulled hard towards the spewing magma.

"What kind of magic are these? What kind of protective spell are those shields? They don't look like the creation of goblins."

In the stands, a senior official couldn't help but ask,

"And what kind of spell is that silver light? Or is it an effect of the shield magic? The attacks of the chains created by Harry Potter were all reflected."

"Do you think I know, my dear old fellow?" The wizard sitting next to him rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think there are narrations for the International Wizarding Chess Tournament, the Quidditch World Cup, and even the niche Gobstone matches, but there are no narrations for this important International Wizarding Duel Competition?"

"Isn't it because those commentators don't have the ability to recognize the spells that appear on the field?"

The senior official who asked the question before suddenly smiled awkwardly and asked no more questions.

The battle on the field became more and more intense, and Peverell also began to use weather spells.

I don’t know if he graduated from the big-haired Kodosdorez Magic School, or if he stole some professional magic from the ice and snow magic world.

At this time, the clouds summoned by Peverell spread close to the top of the magic barrier, and heavy snow fell from the sky.

Snowflakes and magma collided fiercely, making a hissing sound.

Occasionally, there would be violent explosions between the two, and I don't know if it was because of the powerful magic power contained in the snowflakes and magma.

This made the senior officials of the Spanish Ministry of Magic a little lucky. Fortunately, the arena was large enough, and even an additional invisible stretching spell was added.

Otherwise, the little place that Muggles have is really not enough for these two young heroes.

Seeing that the magma was restrained, Harry drew a circle with his wand in mid-air: "Peel through gold and crack stone."

The modified magic that the dark wizard had just used some time ago was directly borrowed by Harry. Light flashed, and the silver shield in front of Peverell exploded immediately.

However, Peverell's counter-spell also covered it, and the invisible barrier in front of Harry that had been invincible since the beginning of the duel was shattered for the first time.

If Harry hadn't reacted quickly enough and built a new line of defense with his backhand, he might have suffered serious consequences due to his carelessness.

"Get serious, Harry Potter." Peverell's voice came from afar and reached Harry's ears precisely.

"I don't believe that the holder of the legendary Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak would be so mediocre."

"The level of magic you are showing now is at most equivalent to the top dean of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or the most elite Auror in the Ministry of Magic of a great country."

"In front of me, this level of strength is still not enough."

The expression on Harry's face suddenly turned serious. The wizard in front of him was definitely no ordinary wizard.

Although his strength is not as good as Dumbledore and Voldemort, he has reached the level of demigod.

It is no exaggeration to say that this blond wizard can be said to be the top magic master in the world.

More importantly, his surname is Peverell, and he also knows that he has the invisibility cloak in the legendary Deathly Hallows.

"It's a pity that you have reached the demigods, but your opponents are angels on earth."

A trace of despair flashed in Harry's eyes, and his wand pointed to the sky.

"Now that you say that, it would be rude of me not to be more serious."

"Natural disaster·Lightning storm!"

Thunderclouds covering a wider area suddenly appeared, and purple magic thunder and lightning tore apart the top of the magic barrier without any obstacles, as if this layer of defense did not exist at all.

This made the Aurors' faces turn red instantly. They felt very embarrassed, but... facing the two big guys on the stage, just lose face if you lose face.

Admitting that you are a bad person sometimes doesn’t seem so difficult. It's good enough that they can keep the auditorium safe for now.

At the same time as the thunder and lightning fell, a flash of green light filled Harley's eyes.

Harley's crystal green pupils had become long and narrow at some point, like snakes, like Medusa.

The heavy snow that was colliding fiercely with the magma in front of me instantly began to petrify.

This is not the kind of petrification that the magic petrification spell can only make the wizard's body become stiff, but it actually turns the snowflakes into gray stone bit by bit.

After losing the entanglement of the snowflakes, the magma spread rapidly, and under the influence of the transformation spell, it condensed into dozens of magma chains, trying to bind Peverell.

Suddenly, dangerous magic was rushing towards Peverell, whether it was in the sky or the earth, or in all directions.

Since you want me to be serious, then I will be serious!

"Rock barrier." Peverell reacted quickly and bent down suddenly to avoid a bolt of lightning that passed over his head. At the same time, he tapped the ground with his wand.

"Fortunately, I prepared this wand in advance, but it's a pity... the hand of death."

He muttered to himself, flicking his wand across the rapidly rising rock wall.

The surface of the rock wall is being eroded by magma and bombarded by lightning, and is constantly breaking.

But Peverell's magic cast a gray-white magical sheen on the rock wall.

And several gray-white hands stretched out from the wall and slapped Harley hard.

Harley's pupils narrowed, recognizing the nature of the gray-white mist.

All the magma chains exploded instantly, and the rolling magma boiled towards the gray-white palm, wrapping it up.

"Explode!" Harley clapped her hands, and all the magma exploded instantly.

In an instant, the entire arena was ablaze with gold and red.

When everything calmed down, Peverell half-knelt on the ground and dropped his wand beside him.

Harley was standing in the distance, her face was calm, her breathing rhythm was not disordered, and she seemed to still have some energy left.

Despite this, Harley did not choose to pursue the victory and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Referee, I surrender." Peverell suddenly raised his hands, "I can't fight anymore, so I surrender."

"Are you sure?" The referee who had escaped by hiding under the stage finally reappeared.

At this time, he carefully grasped the edge of the high platform with both hands, timidly stuck his head out, and asked tentatively.

After making sure it was safe, he carefully climbed onto the field.

The referee shuddered again when he saw the ground that was nearly melted by magma and scorched black by lightning.

He was a little lucky. Fortunately, although he didn't like most Muggle products, he only loved Muggle fitness.

If he hadn't built up all the muscles in his body while working out with the Muggles, and was especially good at sprinting, I might have stayed on the field forever.

"I declare," the referee raised his hand high, "Britain, Harry Potter, wins!"

The arena suddenly boiled, and the night sky, which had been kept bright by magic fireworks, instantly turned into day.

The crowd turned into a sea of ​​jubilation, many waving gold and red flags.

It was a flag temporarily thrown out by vendors, made according to the colors of Gryffindor House, where Harry belonged, as a support color.

"Miss Harry Potter, I thought we could have a chat after the game."

Although he looked weak, Li Er's voice was unusually calm and powerful, penetrating the surrounding sounds and reaching Harry's ears.

"Of course, that's what I was hoping for."

Harley nodded at him, then walked towards the edge of the arena with her hands raised.

Now is her most important moment, and Halle must devote herself to the audience's thunderous applause and cheers.

From a distance, Harry saw Fleur waving a large red flag with a golden lion on it, and the lion continued to roar.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, did not stand up, but just showed off something to the duel bar owner next to him.

He was smiling from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his mouth, as if he had fulfilled his wish.

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After the competition, there was a routine awards ceremony. Officials from the Spanish Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards came on stage and presented Harry with a gold-plated trophy, a gold-plated medal and three thousand gold galleons.

It is said that the reason why trophies and medals are made gold-plated is because a wizard who won the championship drank himself too much because he liked drinking so much that he took the trophies and medals to exchange for money on the black market.

And this kind of behavior is undoubtedly blasphemy to the champion of the International Wizards Dueling Conference, and belongs to the kind of duelist who has no dueling soul.

Therefore, the official decided to change the trophies and medals to gold-plated to prevent people from buying and selling them as much as possible.

But Harley was skeptical, thinking they probably just wanted to save the gold needed to make medals and trophies.

The award ceremony was relatively lengthy, and representatives from the Spanish Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards had to deliver speeches.

In addition, the winner will also be interviewed by reporters from several of the most important newspapers on the European continent, including Spain, France, and Germany.

Most duel champions always hate this part, but Harley enjoys it.

Not only did she always maintain the most perfect mental state, she also took the initiative to think divergently when the newspaper asked questions, allowing herself to occupy as much space as possible.

The award ceremony lasted until almost eleven o'clock before it officially ended.

After the game, Harley left the arena along the corridor of cheering crowds.

Everyone she met on the road congratulated her and cheered for Harley's victory, as if they were her ten-year-old fan.

Only a mirror and a magic wand were left behind at some point, and they began to split up.

Looking at the glamorous girl in the crowd, Ludo's eyes were full of excitement.

After all, he won a lot of gold galleons.

Although a large part of it has to be turned over to Harley, and a part of it has to be repaid, Ludo is already very satisfied.

But he hasn't left for Gringotts yet because his new master hasn't arrived yet.

Suddenly, Ludo felt something extra on his body, and at the same time a voice sounded in his mind:

"Let's go to Gringotts."

"Yes, miss." This thought flashed through Ludo's mind, and he even simulated a respectful voice.

It's a pity that Harley doesn't allow him to call him master, otherwise with Ludo's licking skills, he will definitely have one master on his left and one on his right, and he will use what he has learned throughout his life to become an excellent licking dog.

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...(End of chapter)