In Hogwarts Castle, magical tricks of all kinds are nothing new.

Almost every semester, the castle administrator provides Dumbledore with a new list of "forbidden items."

In most cases, the only reason for banning these "forbidden items" is that they are too dangerous.

However, in the eyes of the Hogwarts teachers and students, compared to the "forbidden items" of the past, the danger of the Weasley fireworks may be more than just forbidden.

If you were to be hit by so many exploding fireworks head-on, you would definitely die! Definitely die!

Even though Aeliana casually "reclaimed" all the flames on the field, the other areas that looked like they had been bombed by a meteor shower were not restored.

If last year's Quidditch match saw the "Empress of the Sky" using Bludgers and Quaffles to smash a few small pits, this time the state of the Quidditch pitch could no longer be described as just having pits...

Apart from the area where Aeliana and the others were standing, the surrounding ground had uniformly sunk by five or six centimeters.

"Reparo—"

Aeliana drew her wand and waved it lightly around, her expression calm.

As if time were reversed, the dirt and rubble were drawn back into the potholes one by one under the pull of invisible magic.

In just a few seconds, the dueling arena, pitted and scarred from the Weasley Fireworks (Ultimate Deluxe Edition) bombing, was restored to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

After more than a year of study, she was no longer the wild loli of last year—especially when it came to filling pits, she didn't have to wait for Dumbledore to clean up every time.

Under the joint nurturing of Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and even a large group of top wizards, Aeliana's foundation in basic magic improved every single day.

According to Dumbledore's private assessment, Aeliana's current magical foundation is equivalent to that of a somewhat specialized top Auror from the Ministry of Magic. The only thing she lacks may be that she has not yet mastered Apparition and some magical knowledge, but in terms of conventional combat power and daily magic usage, she is not much worse than the professors present.

"Alright, Miss Weasley, Miss Ivanovich. You may now leave the field and continue watching from the stands."

Aeliana glanced at the two "apprentice little witches" who were still holding hands, a playful look flashing in her eyes. She paused for two seconds, thought for a moment, and continued.

"Of course, you can also watch the match from the side of the field first, and leave the field together after the other groups of players have finished their matches—"

As the head of Gryffindor House and head chef of Hogwarts, Hannah's secret "Witches' Coven" in the empty classroom had been under Aeliana's observation since the day it was founded.

However, Aeliana did not expose the iron-headed girl's secret operations, but instead subtly helped her arrange and provide the materials needed for teaching.

She could change the teaching content of Hogwarts, but she couldn't influence the campus life of every little wizard.

Especially when Ginny, Irina, and Ivanovich, these relatively special little witches, were involved, she didn't plan to come forward too early.

Aeliana's actions and relationships would inevitably be interpreted by those older wizards. Hermione, Hannah, and Luna had already been drawn in, and she didn't want to involve more little wizards in areas they shouldn't be exposed to yet. The Foundation's tiered upgrade system was undoubtedly the safest and most appropriate method.

As Ginny and Irina left the field, the scoreboard suspended in the sky also changed.

The audience on the surrounding stands gradually recovered from their shock and began to discuss.

"Weasley, you wouldn't be… those outrageous magical fireworks—"

Amos Diggory looked at Mr. Weasley, hesitated for a few seconds, and couldn't help but ask.

"You're the one who made those things, right? You really went all out for your daughter to win the competition—those fireworks must have cost dozens of Galleons?"

Many people in the Ministry of Magic knew that Arthur Weasley was a recognized "magical modification maniac," and any Muggle item that had been enchanted could not escape his eyes.

Mr. Weasley had worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office for so long that if the Ministry of Magic were to select the wizard who knew the most about how to "misuse Muggle artifacts," Arthur Weasley, as the head of the office, would definitely be the most deserving. However, Mr. Diggory never expected that the degree of "cheating" would be so outrageous.

"No, I'm just as curious as you… about what those magical fireworks are all about."

To Mr. Diggory's surprise, Arthur Weasley shook his head with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, without a trace of happiness on his face.

Arthur could roughly guess the source of the magical fireworks in Ginny's hands. Apart from the two troublemaking duo at home, no one else would mess with these things.

But he never expected that those two rascals would dare to casually give such dangerous things to little Ginny to use!

And what made Arthur Weasley even more uneasy was that he had just seen his Molly next to Professor McGonagall.

Judging from the gentle and kind expression of that mother, after this competition, the "Weasleys" would probably not be able to escape.

He was now praying that the few boys behind would be more disciplined, and even if they lost to Slytherin, they should not continue to do anything that would stimulate Mrs. Weasley.

If those little guys had any accidents or dangerous behaviors, he, as the enthusiastic student's parent who gave special guidance before the competition, would most likely bear the brunt of the responsibility.

At the same time, there was a wave of belated condemnation on the Slytherin side.

Everyone could see that, based solely on magical strength, Irina had completely suppressed Ginny one-sidedly.

But under the bombardment of those unreasonable magical fireworks, Slytherin's originally secure opening victory was gone just like that.

And what made the Slytherins even more uneasy was that they didn't know how many more surprise attacks with magical props like this there would be.

As the House with the most pure-blood wizards, being attacked by Gryffindor in the field of comparing off-site financial and material resources was even more uncomfortable for them than being defeated in terms of hard power.

"Lucius… you said… Draco, he…"

Mrs. Malfoy sat there, her face almost overflowing with worry.

The intensity of the Hogwarts magical competition completely exceeded her imagination.

After all, that was just the first year, and she began to worry about what kind of severe challenges her son would face when he took the stage later.

"Draco is more outstanding than we imagined, and that Potter is nothing special…"

Lucius Malfoy did not show too obvious anxiety. He comforted his wife while constantly stroking his cane.

Fortunately, before the start of the competition, he had given Dobby an extra instruction to stand by at the edge of the competition venue at any time.

As the Malfoy family's house-elf, even if temporarily dispatched to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for "training," this kind of order could still override the so-called contractual restraints.

Lucius Malfoy didn't spend much effort to lay the foundation for Draco's "invincibility"—the Weasleys could cheat, so why wouldn't a house-elf count?

However, this kind of backhand preparation obviously couldn't be told to Narcissa at this time: there were too many students and parents around.

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On the other side, on the stands of the "Gryffindor camp."

Petunia Dursley's mood at this time could not be described as terrible.

Her face was ashen as if suffocating, her hands tightly clutching the fabric on her knees, almost wringing water out of it.

What kind of devilish place is Hogwarts for growth?!

Petunia began to suspect that the fairy-tale stories Lily had told her when she returned home before were actually lies fabricated to reassure their parents?!

At least from what she had seen with her own eyes, this school, whether professors or students, were almost all terrorists who could kill hundreds of people with a wave of their hands!

Even more frightening was that those explosions and magical attacks didn't seem to be that dangerous.

According to what those little guys next to her had said before, that thing called "Quidditch" was even more dangerous than the "Magical Competition"?!

She vaguely understood why that annoying James liked to flaunt his Quidditch talent in front of her and Vernon—it turned out that it wasn't sports at all!

That James Potter was not some self-proclaimed guy who was good at sports.

He was likely a "wizard soldier" who was particularly dangerous even in the magical world.

Countless confusions in Petunia Dursley's mind seemed to be solved in an instant: this could also explain why her family was hunted down by that "Dark Lord," because James was a magical soldier involved in the wizarding war, just like those soldiers who participated in the World War.

And now, she was about to watch her sister's only son, her nephew, gamble his life to fight, but she couldn't do anything.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

They had been deceived!

This was simply a devil training school!

She should have torn up that letter from Lily directly!

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