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The water element, along with its yet-to-be-formed Frost Arrow, gradually dissipated in this light, like morning dew evaporating without a trace under the rising sun.
"This... the summoning has been canceled?"
Furong stared in astonishment at the scene, a sense of unease rising in her heart.
"Wait... Hermione, you've already broken free from the effects of the Confusion spell?"
She quickly turned to Hermione and found that the confusion in Hermione's eyes had vanished, replaced by clarity and determination.
"No, you've already broken free from the effects of the [Confusion Spell]; you were just pretending... But when..."
She whispered to herself, realizing that she seemed to have made a fatal mistake—underestimating Hermione's willpower.
Hermione's summoned water elemental turned out to be a clever trap. It not only wasted Fleur's precious time but also successfully induced her to use a high-level bewitching spell.
Now, the trap has fulfilled its purpose, placing Hibiscus in an extremely unfavorable situation.
However, it was too late.
Hibiscus could only watch helplessly as Hermione casually waved her hand, saying "727."
A beam of light that dispelled the spell enveloped him.
Her carefully laid Frost Armor and Mage Armor vanished in the light, leaving only a High-Level Resistance buff struggling to stay afloat.
But it's not over yet.
The other party seemed to have no need to chant incantations; their entire body transformed into silver light and vanished.
That magical effect... no, not disappearance, but...
Fleur instinctively turned around and saw a silver mist light up behind her, revealing Hermione's figure within it.
It's a spatial magic spell called "Stealth Step"!
Fleur didn't understand how Hermione had managed to use the third-level [Dispel Magic] and the second-level [Stealth Step] in quick succession, but she knew that she was now in the most critical moment.
We need to use our best methods.
Her silver eyes suddenly focused with magical light, like the brightest star in the night sky, and she glared fiercely at Hermione.
[Capturing Gaze: 3rd Ring of Bewitching, designates a target creature you are staring at, causing it to stop moving and stare at you blankly.]
This spell was one that Hibiscus had never used before, but now she activated it with incredible speed and without any awkwardness, clearly showing that she had practiced extensively.
This is undoubtedly Hibiscus's hidden trump card, a "little surprise" prepared specifically for close-range enemies.
However, for Hermione, this "surprise" felt utterly powerless.
Because what emerged from the silver mist was actually Hermione in cat-human form—possessing human features but covered in cat fur, limbs, and facial features.
Clearly, Hermione has successfully entered Animagus form.
Fleur's confident "Mind Gaze" had absolutely no effect on Hermione the cat-woman.
After all, cats are magical creatures with the ability to bewitch, and their specialty, "Iron Will," allows them to resist most bewitchment magic.
As a result of her Animagus transformation, Hermione can also utilize some of the effects of this feat when she is in her normal human form.
This is why she was able to break free from the [Confusion Spell] earlier than Fleur anticipated, giving her the opportunity to secretly prepare magic and ambush Fleur.
This failed attack marked Furong's defeat.
Hermione suddenly pounced forward, using her superhuman physical abilities to pin Fleur to the ground, even causing her wand to slip from her hand.
At this moment in the arena, a cat-girl is straddling a silver-haired woman, their eyes locked in a very ambiguous gaze.
Fleur stared intently at Hermione for a long time before finally turning her head away and uttering with difficulty, "I surrender!"
"Miss Delacour concedes defeat; Miss Granger has won this match!"
Tonks announced the final result, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers.
Hermione stood up lightly from Fleur's body, transforming back into her original cat form.
She extended a hand to Furong, her eyes shining with friendliness and respect.
Considering Levin's relationship with her, Fleur accepted his kindness without hesitation and picked up her wand.
"You just used [Dispel Magic] and [Stealth Step] in quick succession, how did you do that?" she couldn't help but ask.
“It’s a spell called Spell Matrix,” Hermione explained with a smile.
[Spell Matrix: 5th Ring, Transmutation. Prepares a spell matrix that allows you to store up to four spells of level 3 or higher. These spells are considered to be cast instantly.]
This spell also has a higher-level spell, the 7th-level [Spell Sequence], which can store four 5th-level spells for instant cast, or store four 2nd-level spells for double instant cast.
Levin used the [Spell Sequence] to unleash a torrent of spells in a short period of time, defeating the dueling master Snape.
After hearing Hermione's description, Fleur fell into a brief moment of contemplation.
The spell called [Spell Matrix] is so sophisticated that its power will immediately increase for anyone who masters it.
Correspondingly, the [Spell Matrix] is also quite difficult to learn.
When Hermione tried to explain the principles to her, Fleur found that she... just couldn't understand it.
She finally realized where the gap lay between herself and Hermione.
It's not just about tactics and the number of spells you know, but more importantly, about understanding and using magic.
My only advantage is that I am a few years older, but clearly, age has not brought me a decisive advantage.
On the contrary, Hermione's skills and reaction speed far exceeded expectations.
Throughout the match, every move Fleur made seemed to be within Hermione's calculations, while her magic and skills were far inferior to her opponent's.
It can be said that in this duel, his abilities were completely surpassed by Hermione.
No wonder Levin values her so much... or perhaps it is because of Levin's tutelage that she has become so outstanding?
After this battle, Fleur not only felt more awe for Hermione, but also a stronger desire for Levin.
Meanwhile, Hermione, the victor, smiled and waved at Levin, her expression full of pride, as if to say, "See, I'm still stronger than her, aren't I?"
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All he could do was smile.
In his mind, minor conflicts and competition between girlfriends are a good thing.
Competition is a sign that they have feelings for him; after all, love is always selfish.
If the girls are truly as close as family, it can only mean that the passion between them has faded, leaving only familial affection.
Just then, Ludo Bagman's voice finally rang out.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the third match of the Triwizard Tournament, the final round-robin tournament, has come to an end! Now it's time for the exciting moment, let's announce the scores of the warriors."
“In this match, Mr. Polyakov and Miss Dumont both have a record of one win and four losses, with two points.” Bagman chose to start counting from the lowest score, “Mr. Krum has a record of one win, three losses, and one draw, with three points.”
Applause erupted from the stands. After witnessing the entire match, no one felt they could have done better on the field.
"Mr. Porter performed amazingly. He showed a level of skill far beyond his age in this game, achieving a record of two wins, two losses and one draw. His score is five points."
Bagman shouted out Harry Potter's score, but he was more pleased with Potter's outstanding performance in the third game than with the score itself.
“Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour.” Bagman paused, glancing around at the audience.
The scene was completely silent, like the calm before a storm.
"The two witches maintained the dominance they had in the first two matches; their magical skills are beyond the reach of many adult wizards."
Bagman's voice was full of passion, and his praise was overflowing: "Just like in the first two matches, no other player can compare to them. Their only rivals are each other!"
"Just now, they presented us with a spectacular match. I dare say that the level of dueling they displayed would be enough to compete for gold or silver medals even on the stage of an international dueling championship. 4.9!"
Bagman's praise was not empty words; the wizards present all nodded in agreement.
At least many of the spells they just used have never appeared in the International Duel Championship.
"However, the competition is always cruel. Miss Fleur Delacour has once again lost to Miss Hermione Granger by a narrow margin, with scores of eight and ten respectively!"
Bagman's words seemed to ignite a fuse, and the wizards' cheers and applause merged into a huge wave of sound that soared into the sky.
The worship and respect for the strong has been deeply ingrained in people's genes since ancient times.
Amidst this jubilant atmosphere, Bagman continued to announce loudly:
"The fourth and final game will be held on the evening of June 24th. The Warriors will know the details of the game a month in advance. Thank you all for your continued support and enthusiasm for the Warriors."
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Chapter 409 Discussion about Levin Green
As the competition came to an end, the audience, carefully guided by the staff, dispersed in an orderly fashion, like a receding tide.
Amid the clamor of the crowd, Professor Dumbledore quietly appeared behind Snape.
He gently patted Snape on the shoulder, and the man immediately turned around. His tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly when he saw Dumbledore, but a hint of helplessness remained: "Headmaster, what are your orders?"
“Severus, we need to talk.” Dumbledore’s tone was serious, and there was a hint of urgency in his deep eyes. “Please come to the Headmaster’s office.”
Snape nodded, his expression turning serious, and silently followed behind Dumbledore.
Inside the principal's office, warm yellow light shone down, and two cups of hot tea steamed on the table.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and a cup of hot tea floated steadily to Snape's side: "Severus, what do you think of Levin Grimm?"
Snape paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts: “A very good little wizard, with equally obvious strengths and weaknesses, just like his Animagus, the four animals represented by the Chimera—brave yet proud, intelligent yet indifferent, kind yet persistent, shrewd yet self-centered.”
“Furthermore,” Snape added, a hint of disdain in his voice, “he is perhaps the most womanizing little wizard in history, with ambiguous relationships with numerous little witches.”
Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, his eyes revealing deep concern: "Severus, you know what I want to ask."
Before Snape could answer, he continued, "His performance in this match was truly worrying... The magic he created, while not as corrupting as dark magic, was just as terrifying... that wanton offense and control over the minds of 19 others..."
He paused, as if recalling something: "I'm reminded of the terrible curse he cast on that offender last month. If you go to Azkaban now, you can still see that man who keeps regressing in age... Each of these spells is utterly cruel and dangerous, yet he recklessly teaches this dangerous magic to others..."
At this point, Dumbledore's tone revealed deep worry.