Snakes at Hogwarts

If pleasure could be ranked on a scale of intensity from one to ten, Draco would be at the top ten right now.

Draco almost died laughing when he saw Potter who was tied up like a cocoon and squirming on the ground trying to break free from the rope.

He was bent over, his body twitching uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth turned to the left and right at an extremely exaggerated angle, as if the effect of the tickling spell just now had not faded.

Looking at Draco who was bending over and shaking his body while clucking and squawking, Andros rolled his eyes helplessly.

This guy, really, can't he be more mature?

Is it so happy to bully a savior who can't even do a few magic spells?

Draco didn't know Andros's inner contempt, and of course, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

He was overwhelmed with intense pleasure.

Draco felt that tonight might be the happiest night he had had in eleven years.

This joy even exceeded the joy he felt when his father gave him a dragon farm in Romania on his 11th birthday.

"How do you feel, Scarhead?" Draco said as if he was a villain.

He leaned down and looked at Potter with a teasing expression while gently poking Harry's cheek with his wand.

"Which stupid troll gave you the courage to think you could defeat me?"

Potter did not respond, not because of shame, but because his mouth was also tightly wrapped with several ropes by Draco, which made the savior unable to speak at all and could only make whining sounds.

"Tsk, it seems I shouldn't ask you. After all, you can't speak now."

"That's enough, Malfoy, please untie him," Ron growled.

"Hey, look who this is, I almost forgot, Scarhead actually has an assistant." Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had just discovered Ron not far away, which made the latter's face Turning red again.

This time it was pure anger.

"Don't worry, Weasley, you are next. If you can defeat me, I will untie the rope, what do you think?" Draco waved the wand in his hand contemptuously.

He has never regarded the follower behind the savior as a piece of cake.

Looking at Potter lying on the ground, Ron couldn't help but swallow. He had no confidence in defeating Draco.

After all, Ron knew very well how much he weighed, and even if he was bragging about it, his level of magic was almost the same as Harry's.

And Harry is obviously no match for Malfoy.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to the duel.

At this moment, Ron Weasley couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

The reason why he agreed to the duel for Harry so happily was because he couldn't weaken in the face of Slytherin's provocation. He didn't want to be short of Draco.

Secondly, Ron had no idea that Draco could be so good at fighting.

He may have thought that all first-year wizards in the world were just like him and Potter.

Damn the noble, he must have secretly practiced magic since he was a child.

Ron couldn't help cursing in his heart, not thinking that something was wrong with him.

If he could work hard enough to learn magic.

If he could ask his outstanding brothers for advice before enrolling.

Then the script may need to be rewritten. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Ron really wanted to turn around and run away if possible, but he couldn't.

Neither his own dignity, nor his friendship with Potter, nor Gryffindor's honor allowed him to run away like a coward.

All he could do was force out a few harsh words.

"I will knock you to the ground hard, Malfoy." With these harsh words on his lips, Ron secretly made up his mind.

If he could, he would give Malfoy a good beating, even with his fists.

As for the duel rules Andros mentioned, he had already forgotten them.

"Tch, anyone can say harsh words." Draco obviously would not be intimidated by such a few words.

"The key is whether you can do it, Weasley. I really hope you can be half as good as you boast." Xiao Long waved his wand a few times casually, and then looked at Andros.

"Ender, you can start. I'm ready."

"What about you, Weasley?"

"I'm ready too." Ron couldn't help but raise the wand in his hand. He slowly took a few steps forward, inadvertently closing the distance between him and Draco.

"Very good. Now, let's get ready for the duel. Three, two, one, let's start."

"Tarantella Dance"

After the countdown ended, Malfoy took the lead in launching the attack.

However, what Slytherin present did not expect was that in the face of the flying curses, Ron did not use any spells to fight back.

He bent down to avoid the spell, then threw away his wand and rushed towards Draco without hesitation.

The two were not far apart, but in just a few seconds, he was already close to Draco, who had not yet reacted.

With a grin, Ron rushed towards Draco. He raised his fist. In just half a second, he could send his fist to Malfoy's disgusting face.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as unresponsive as Draco.

"Armor Protection" Andros's stirring spell sounded in the trophy display room.

Ron had already sensed this guy's intentions as early as when he threw away his wand.

He quickly pulled out his wand and cast an iron spell between Draco and Ron.

As a defensive spell with a wide range of applications, the casting principle of the Iron Armor Spell is to use magic power to construct a magic barrier at a designated location to deflect spells or other physical entities, such as arrows, or to rush towards Della. Ron Weasley of Coe.

砰

As if hitting a wall, Ron fell to the floor. He covered his right hand. The fist that almost hit Draco's face was now red and swollen.

Before Ron could stand up, several summoned ropes wrapped around his ankles like poisonous snakes. They were constantly intertwined, entangled, and knotted. They tacitly and quickly wrapped around Ron's entire body, pulling him After tying his legs together and tying his hands securely behind his back, the rope tied into a beautiful bow under Andros' control.

"I told you, no physical contact is allowed."

Andros withdrew his wand calmly, as if he had done nothing just now.

To be honest, he almost didn't react.

I really didn’t expect Ron to choose this method. How should I put it? Is he worthy of being a Gryffindor?

If I remember correctly, Godric Gryffindor, one of the Big Four, was an excellent duelist, and his habit of dueling was to hold a wand in one hand and a sword in the other.

While tilting the magic spell towards the opponent, you can take the opportunity to close the distance with the enemy and then solve the opponent through physical means.

It’s really the melee mage Gandalf.

Andros recovered his divergent thoughts and announced the result of the duel.

"Due to Weasley's violation of dueling regulations, I declare that the winner of this duel is Draco Malfoy."