great-warnovel Chapter 251 Complete Overwhelming
Chapter 251 Complete Overwhelming
Chapter 251 Complete Overwhelming
Little Barty also seemed to discover that the pit was empty. The originally combined runes scattered on their own, and the stones on the ground rolled rapidly, as if they were piecing together some phrase.
"Professor Crouch has demonstrated a remarkably profound mastery of ancient runes; these runes scattered across the ground have now become his battleground for unleashing all sorts of advanced magic!" Flitwick shouted.
Before he could finish speaking, Little Barty had already spelled out two phrases: "No hiding" and "Reveal your true form".
The next second, a beam of light spread out seemingly slowly but actually very quickly, directly sweeping out Hermione, who was standing at the edge of the pit and had used the Disillusionment Charm to become invisible. "Blazing Flames!" From the thick fog, huge fireballs rolled and rushed towards Hermione.
At the same time, the surrounding runes pieced together the words "blindfold" and "drowning chamber," and the sudden magical power seemed to be locking Hermione in place, with all sorts of stubborn forces silently trying to invade her body.
"That's more interesting." Barty was quite accomplished in every subject at Hogwarts, and she could play with him a little longer. A smile appeared on the girl's lips.
Her fingers moved swiftly in the air, and faintly glowing runes floated out, like golden ribbons, swirling around the little witch.
"It's ancient magic script too!" a student shouted.
"She doesn't need a medium at all; she writes directly in the air!"
Golden runic light surrounded Hermione, firmly repelling Crouch's spell power. Neither fireballs nor the power of the runes could get close to her.
Both Hermione and Barty used runes to cast spells, but the difference in their performances was stark. Hermione was able to cast rune magic without relying on a physical body, making her far more flexible.
"She just started taking Ancient Runes this year, right?" Tonks said with a complicated tone as he watched from afar.
"Look at her!" Moody scolded his female disciple in a tone of disappointment.
What they didn't know was that Hermione was only proficient in using one magical phrase: "All evil begone!"
Although she had only taken one Ancient Runes class, she had previewed it during the summer vacation and had also crammed a lot of advanced Runes knowledge from Dumbledore. This gave her a higher starting point than most people, even though she didn't know many of the phrases. Her understanding of Rune spellcasting was like Dumbledore's from the beginning: to lay out phrases in the void.
Currently, she lacks vocabulary and grammar skills, but in practice, she is more advanced than most wizards.
Having heard that the Defense Strategy Professor was using runes in combat, Professor Barbara went to the window to watch. When she came over, she saw Hermione using golden rune beams to block all of Barty Jr.'s attacks.
"This level... should I just let her take classes with the 7th graders?" The professor, who was beginning to doubt himself, thought to himself.
In the dueling arena, Little Barty felt a sense of dejection. It seemed that neither spells nor ancient runes could be suppressed by this little girl.
If before it was just thought that she could show off her power because of her unique magic, now it seems that she has also made considerable achievements in the field of general magic.
"Professor, you can do your best without holding back," Hermione said at the right moment.
The implication was that he could pull out either powerful magic or the dark magic commonly used by purebloods.
Barty Jr. didn't say anything, but he did follow Hermione's advice; otherwise, he would have lost the duel too badly, which would have been detrimental to his subsequent work.
Clusters of black flames rose from the ground, like greedy beasts, devouring the grass beneath their feet. As Crouch waved his wand, the black flames grew more and more intense, until they transformed into a giant fire serpent that coiled around him, glaring menacingly at the witch.
"Fiercefire!" Everyone recognized this thing.
Although these black flames have almost become a symbol of the Malachi Party, many black wizards can actually unleash them; the only difference is the degree of control they have over them.
As members of pure-blood noble families, wielding Fiendfire wasn't particularly surprising for them. Although it was dark magic, compared to other cruel or evil spells, it seemed less wicked, making it one of the few dark spells that could be somewhat accepted in the present day.
Thank you, Grindelwald!
The fiery serpent, rising high as if alive, stared at Hermione with eyes like burning coals, eyes that seemed to be filled with malice and greed.
Many members of the Order of the Phoenix have already approached. If Fiendfire gets out of control, they will immediately use the Ten Thousand Curses to End the World, a skill they are very good at.
However, Little Barty controlled it very steadily; the fire serpent was contained and its target was clear, showing no signs of spreading.
He didn't rush to have the fire serpents attack, as simple Fiendfire probably wouldn't threaten Hermione, who must also be proficient in the Curse of Death.
The exquisite master wand pointed at the fire serpent once more. Some dark curses, like liquid, flowed from the tip of the wand into the fire serpent's body, making the black flames appear even deeper. The illusory, hollow body of the flames gradually seemed to take on a tangible form, with some oily, murky substances appearing to flow within the serpent's body, making it look like a large, burning oil snake.
"This looks much more like it." Hermione examined the cursed black magic fire serpent with great interest. This thing, just by staying on the ground, could make everything within dozens of meters barren.
"Well, decades ago, the full name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts was Defense Against the Dark Arts. As the professor of this course, it's quite normal for him to have a deep understanding of the Dark Arts," Flitwick said, trying his best to say a few words in support of Barty.
"However, I don't recommend that students get too involved in these things, as it's hard to guarantee that you won't be influenced by dark magic."
In the arena, Little Barty pulled a bottle of potion from his pocket, uncorked it, and drank it.
"What kind of potion is that?" Everyone whispered, but no one could tell from its appearance alone, so they turned their attention to Lily in the back row.
Professor Potter frowned. "It's a fire-resistant potion specifically designed to resist magical flames, but this potion is unstable and usually needs to be prepared on the spot. Professor Crouch, do you also have in-depth knowledge of potions?"
But considering that he recently went to study some advanced topics in order to strike up a conversation with me, he might have really put in a lot of effort in this area.
"But why would he drink the fire-resistant potion? Could this fiery serpent, brimming with dark magic, explode?" Harry asked warily.
Although there was a barrier separating them, everyone immediately stepped back a little to avoid being accidentally injured by this ferocious-looking thing.
The next moment, Barty did something that no one expected.
Seemingly startled by the fire-retardant agent, he then leaped into the body of the Fiery Serpent!