In the spacious hall, Aileen's wand danced incessantly, like a conductor leading an orchestra.

The floor, the walls, the surrounding furnishings... all became her weapons, continuously transforming and extending under her spells, morphing into various bizarre cubes, resembling tentacles from the abyss, wreaking havoc and writhing throughout the room.

Although due to the limitations of the world's fundamental rules, Aileen couldn't perform Transfiguration spells in the normal state of the magical world, she had, to some extent, reached a considerably high level in material decomposition, reconstruction, and shaping. With a grasp of certain microscopic principles, her skill in rapid Transfiguration was almost at a professor-level.

Therefore, even with the restriction preventing Aileen from using other spells, relying solely on the most basic "elementary alchemy" for combat, her current strength was not something ordinary Hogwarts students could easily handle.

As Aileen's wand twirled, countless stone spikes erupted from the ground, and stone pillars more than half a meter in diameter effortlessly blocked Hermione, Hannah, and Luna's attempts to approach her, continuously compressing the girls' space, gradually confining them to an extremely narrow area.

While the frequent use of ancient runic magic would, to some extent, suppress Aileen's physical growth, causing her Veela heritage to become dominant, it also greatly enhanced the activity of the magical power within her.

Compared to a year ago, judging solely from the absolute value of her magical power, she had surpassed the vast majority of seventh-year graduates.

Hermione, Luna, and Hannah didn't last long. Not even two minutes had passed before Aileen easily forced them together with menacing cylindrical stone pillars. If it weren't for Hannah constantly casting healing runes, the girls, covered in bruises and leaning back-to-back for support, might not even have been able to stand.

Even so, the girls were nearing their limit.

Aileen glanced at the panting three little "wings" and gently shook her head.

The gap...

It was simply too great...

If Albus Dumbledore naively believed that she would deliberately hold back in the exam out of friendship, then he was severely underestimating the competitive spirit of the Kaslana family. Moreover, this was perhaps also a test for her...

Aileen elegantly twirled her wand, drawing a pause-like trajectory in the air.

The stone pillars surrounding the three young witches twisted and deformed in unison. A row of cubes relentlessly slammed into their bodies from all directions, emitting dull thuds, shattering the girls' last vestige of strength.

"That's all you've got, huh..."

Aileen glanced at the three fallen witches, then turned and walked towards her throne.

The hourglass placed on the armrest of the bronze throne still had a little over a minute of sand remaining. This was after Aileen intentionally delayed a bit, patiently explaining the situation to Hermione and the others for a while.

"Have you seen enough? Where's the promised Obliviate potion? Hurry up and give it to me; I still need to heal them..."

Aileen said impatiently towards the air beside the throne.

As a basic magical potion, a normal Obliviate potion only makes the drinker forgetful. However, the special potion concocted by Severus Snape could gently cause a person to forget what had happened during a small period of time.

Although not as clean and efficient as the simple and brutal Obliviate charm, its advantage was that it wouldn't produce any side effects on the drinker. It would simply be like having a long nightmare, and after waking up, besides some scattered emotions, with the passage of time, everything that happened in the dream would only become increasingly blurry.

Naturally, Dumbledore wouldn't directly entrust her with such a potentially dangerous potion for her to use on her own.

However, as Aileen's voice faded, the two old wizards hiding in the room to supervise didn't appear as she had expected. The entire room suddenly fell into an extremely abrupt silence.

Aileen raised her eyebrows somewhat displeased. What were those two old guys up to?

Did she have to actively snatch those Obliviate potions after each trial?

"ex..."

Just then, Aileen heard a chanting sound like the buzzing of mosquitoes coming from her right side.

?!

Aileen abruptly turned around, and a marble wall rapidly rose from the ground, blocking her right side.

"...plosionmaximum!"

Boom!

A scarlet spell accurately struck the stone wall she had hastily erected, emitting a deafening explosion. After a half-second pause, the powerful shockwave directly destroyed the not-so-sturdy barrier and continued towards Aileen.

Clang!

Accompanied by a sound like metal colliding, Aileen's Deathly Hallows necklace automatically lit up.

At the same time, a semi-transparent magical barrier flashed in the air, narrowly blocking the spell that almost directly hit her—undoubtedly, this was a spell that had reached Grindelwald's power level.

"Impossible! I clearly already..."

Aileen turned around in shock, instinctively looking towards the place where Hermione and the others had fallen, her eyes narrowing, her pupils constricting.

The three young witches, who should have been lying unconscious on the ground, shattered like reflections. In the marble cage created by her elementary alchemy, only Luna Lovegood, covered in injuries, remained.

And on her right, in the area that had been bombarded with cubes and was only two or three meters away from her, Hannah and Hermione gradually reappeared. Amidst the rubble, the two supported each other as they slowly stood up.

Hermione Granger, enduring the pain in her body, raised her wand and aimed it at Aileen, whose face was filled with shock.

"Your attack, is it over? Then it's our turn now, no objections, right?"

"Judging by your tone, it's as if you think you still have a chance of winning?"

Aileen scoffed, a hint of mockery appearing on her face, "Don't forget, I'm more proficient in most of the spells you know than you are… Or rather, to be more precise, almost all of them were developed by me…"

"That's right, but if I'm not mistaken, in this current environment, you can't use any of them."

Hermione said calmly, her brown eyes flashing with bright light reflected from the torches.

"Although I don't know the specific reason, during the magical combat just now, I noticed that you only used Transfiguration spells for attack and defense from beginning to end. On the contrary, you didn't use any of your most proficient runes or offensive spells. Moreover, when facing danger just now, you didn't use any other methods of defense that you're more skilled at…"

"So what? You don't seem to understand that in the face of absolute overwhelming strength, these analyses are meaningless."

Aileen glanced at the hourglass rolling on the ground, her expression changing. She drew her wand and waved it forcefully.

"Fall down, admit defeat. That's the truly smart choice..."

Under the power of magic, the shattered marble floor rapidly coalesced, forming four or five pale marble cubes flying towards Hermione and Hannah, like tentacles extending from the floor.

At the same time, the stone pillars in the distance also began to deform, instantly turning into a greyish-white wave surging towards them.

"Aileen, do you remember the theory you once talked about?"

Facing the attacks surging from all directions, Hermione held up her wand, unmoved, and aimed it at Aileen.

Whether it's modern magical combat or ancient magical battlefields, finding the most suitable attack distance for oneself is always the most important ability for a wizard. When one side successfully reaches its position, the confrontation is already over.

"The one who should admit defeat is you! Explosion!"

A close-range Explosion Curse is a double-edged sword that both the caster and the target can't avoid. Even if they avoid the direct impact of the spell, the powerful shockwave will easily destroy the surrounding defenses and turn them into new weapons.

And when Aileen had to redirect her magic to command those annoying marble cubes to protect herself...

"ruA, ruA, ruAaaaaa... Ha!"

Hannah Abbott took a deep breath, grabbed an incoming marble cube with both hands, and swung it forcefully.

Accompanied by a deafening sound, all the howling attacks were knocked down and swept away in an instant. At the same time, the marble shield that Aileen hastily condensed in front of her was once again shattered by Hermione's spell.

"Ugh—"

The intense shockwave involuntarily made Aileen take a few steps back.

In front of her, Hannah had already dropped the stone pillar in her hand, raised her fist, and fiercely rushed towards her.

"Admit defeat! Aileen! You've gone too far this time!"

"What a joke, don't get too carried away! I am, Aileen Kaslana!"

Aileen gritted her teeth, a hint of annoyance appearing on her face. She waved her wand forward forcefully.

In the air, the pebbles shattered by Hermione's Explosion Curse rapidly aggregated and converged towards the center, forming a straight channel like an asteroid belt, blocking the increasingly close Hannah Abbott, trying to push her away.

"Haaaaaa—"

Looking at the gravel that was constantly starting to solidify and gather in front of her, Hannah let out a roar, clenched her right fist tightly, gritted her teeth, and desperately swung it forward.

The stone pillars that had not yet formed were once again shattered by Hannah, and in the sky filled with stone dust, tiny cuts appeared on her cheeks and arms.

"Crazy! Crazy! Can't you… just honestly admit defeat, forget about these things, and then, just sleep… let everything return to the way it was…"

Looking at Hannah Abbott, who was covered in injuries and desperately rushing over, Aileen shouted in a somewhat flustered manner.

"You've already passed the trial, you can get all the rewards, why do you have to do this…"

In desperation, Aileen's silver hair floated without wind, and magic power, several times stronger than before, gradually awakened from her body.

"The one who doesn't understand is you, Aileen, you nasty selfish person…"

Before Aileen's magical power could erupt, Hannah Abbott had already arrived in front of Aileen, a glimmer of tears in her eyes, shouting loudly.

"The memories of going through trials together, studying together, fighting together, and playing together, even if it's only for half an hour, we will desperately protect them!"

"Wh…"

Aileen was slightly stunned, and the vortex of magic power surrounding her body suddenly stopped.

Looking at Hannah Abbott, who was rushing over with imposing momentum, Aileen instinctively closed her eyes, preparing to endure the upcoming impact.

However, the imagined punch didn't land. Aileen suddenly felt a pain on the top of her head.

A familiar feeling of powerlessness instantly spread throughout her body.

In the sky, the bar symbolizing Aileen's health rapidly went to zero, and the hourglass next to the throne also happened to drop the last grain of sand.

Hannah Abbott nimbly grabbed the trembling silver-white ahoge on top of the white-haired bun's head, saying with the same triumphant tone as usual.

"Hey! Got you, you lost! Aileen."

"I'm sorry..."