The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

Humming an inexplicable tune, the two boys walked briskly toward the agreed upon location.

Oh, or it could be that Dral himself was walking briskly, while Dak, who was walking behind the boy, looked at the figure in front of him quietly with worry on his face.

"The moonlight is particularly bright tonight. Do you think it's Dak?"

Walking on the quiet path, Delal seemed to feel something, and suddenly broke the silence between the two with a voice. He looked at the castle under the moonlight and the phosphorescent lake with interest.

Turning around, Delal looked at Dak's forehead covered with beads of sweat. The originally fluffy bangs were turned over one by one and shiny and stuck tightly to his forehead due to the sweat on his head.

"Okay, don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Seeing Dak looking at him with worried eyes, Dral said in a relaxed tone.

"Besides, you can't change anything by worrying, right?"

"And look at how bad it is for your girlfriends to see you being so sloppy now." With a teasing tone, Delal soothed Duck's tense nerves.

Gray eyes looked at the rebellious boy with complicated thoughts, he hesitated to say something, and finally sighed softly.

"Although I gave you a very powerful magic item, Marcus' family is extremely hostile to you, and he has learned many powerful spells."

Slightly speeding up, Dark came to Dral's side and walked side by side on the path.

"So, I'm still very worried." Delal listened to his friend say this, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised and his tone softly mocking tonight's duel.

"Although I don't know what happened between him and our senior, but I know that this is just the cause of this incident."

"Even if Marcus didn't have a conflict with another senior named Boaz, he would definitely have trouble with me because of Fermi." He put his hands behind his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

"Although I feel that this trouble is a bit of a waste of my time."

"But if this duel can save me a lot of trouble in the future, I think it's a good deal."

Dak suddenly saw the indifference in his red eyes, and was a little stunned for a moment, only to listen to Dral continue to speak.

"At the beginning of the school year, I had a conflict with Femi Travers because of some things, although the result was good for me."

"Not bad?" Dak interrupted Delal with doubts.

"Haha" the boy narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's good, because I got help from Professor Snape on this matter. Although it seems like useless labor, the knowledge I learned from the professor is not comparable to the teaching in the classroom."

"Knowledge is so expensive that it cannot be described in words, so the result is good for me. The only thing that is not good is that there is still a little trouble left."

Dak stopped and looked quietly at the boy walking in front. The cold breath coming out of his body made Dak feel a little dazed. In the trance, Dak seemed to see a man holding a sharp sword behind Dral. He wanted to chop something from top to bottom. The sharp sword had a heart-cold light.

Shivering, he closed his eyes and opened them again. The boy he saw in his eyes was walking quietly in front of him. There was no one holding a sword behind him. He paused for a moment and then took steps to continue walking forward. When he caught up with Dral, he heard his plain and cold voice.

"This time, I want to make them remember a little longer and give them something they can't forget."

"By the way, I will solve the little troubles in my future study career."

Delal came to the top of the slope, stood still on the gravel, turned his head and said to Dak.

"Look, here we are."

"I hope it won't disturb their rare interest."

Duck quickly came to the boy's side, and what he saw was a group of little wizards venting wantonly.

With the dancing flames and the high-pitched tune, Dak said awkwardly.

"It wasn't like this when I went to find you, because you didn't show up in the evening. At that time, Senior Boaz had a dispute with Marcus because of this. I saw that the situation was getting out of control, so I hurriedly went to the castle to find you. , but now..."

"But now, it's a group of children having a party and happily socializing, right?"

Delal's squinted eyes began to emit a cold and eye-catching gaze, carefully studying everything around the lake.

Suddenly the corners of his mouth raised and he said in a positive tone.

"Dak, you're not wrong, look."

Following the direction that Dral pointed, Boaz and several students were sitting alone by the lake. Although they had drinks in their hands, no one came up to talk to them. Even Dral could see the person facing him with the help of the gem. Boaz, who was sitting in this direction, had a black left eye and a cracked corner of his mouth.

The neckline is stained.

"Ah! They had a fight." Dak clenched his fists in surprise and looked angrily.

"Hmm, the result is obvious."

"So I guess rumors will spread throughout the school tomorrow, no, tonight, that I'm a coward."

"And as the victor," Dral looked indifferently at the reveling crowd below, "Marcus must be very proud."

After speaking, he took steps and walked along the path towards the lake.

Marcus held up the cup, grinning widely, revealing his front teeth that were like door panels, and excitedly showed off something to the little snakes sitting together. This was when a classmate next to him gently tugged on his clothes. sleeve.

Marcus was suddenly interrupted in his speech. An angry look spread quickly along his neck to his face. He waved his hand violently. He was about to yell at the classmates beside him when he suddenly saw someone walking slowly. Delal and Dak entered.

As if his face changed, the angry look on Marcus's face quickly faded away. He stood up and first kicked the classmate next to him, then cursed and walked towards Delal from the crowd.

Boaz, who was by the lake in the distance, saw Marcus suddenly getting up and walking toward the outskirts of the party.

Looking along the direction he was heading, he saw two boys approaching slowly. They quickly stood up and beckoned their friends around to run towards Delal.

Delal, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the party, quietly looking at Marcus walking towards him.

With a sarcastic smile, ugly teeth leaking out, and holding his unfinished drink, Marcus swayed in front of Dral. He looked down at the boy's smiling face.

"Hey, isn't this our Mr. Deserter?"

"Have you finally made up your mind?" As he said this, he walked around Delal and looked at the boy up and down.

"Hoo" the ugly face suddenly came in front of the boy. Looking at the face less than a palm away from him, Delal could even smell the strange taste coming from his unclean mouth. "Are you here to surrender?" He said to Delal word by word in a funny tone.

The curved corners of Dral's mouth gradually became smoother, and his narrowed eyes slowly opened. His red eyes looked at Marcus quietly with a heart-breaking coldness.

Marcus suddenly shuddered, stood up straight and loudly greeted the classmates around him.

"Look, our coward finally shows up."

"Now let's hear how he is prepared to surrender."

"Oh! Loser Dral Suitland!" laughed and waved his arms.

"Wow!" The little wizards sitting around the campfire hurriedly stood up and stood behind Marcus one after another, looking at Dral with full curiosity on their faces.

Looking around at the crowd watching him, Delal said softly.

"I have something to do today, so I'm late."

"But I am not a loser or a deserter. I am not ready to give up and admit defeat. I think if Senior Flint is willing, we can have this duel now." He looked up at the sky full of stars in the city, and The crescent moon gradually climbs higher.

"I think it's not too late now and it won't take up too much of everyone's time."

As he spoke, Dral put his index finger on his chin, "And I still have plenty of time. After this duel, I still have time to go to the professor to study."

His red eyes shot out a chill that penetrated his body, and he looked at the man in front of him quietly, "So, what do you think, senior?"

As if startled by the coldness in Delal's eyes, the noisy lakeside suddenly fell into its usual silence.

Delal's eyes flickered, and Marcus looked ugly.

The blond man sitting on the hill nearby was leaning on his chin with his left hand and looking at the scene below with a smile.

“The show is about to begin~”