From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Facing Neville's approaching approach, Harry seemed a little impatient and kept throwing out ineffective spells, hoping to delay Neville's progress.

Ron had not received dueling training systematically and could not see anything yet. Hermione had already noticed that something was wrong, but she could not tell what was wrong with Harry.

On the other hand, Draco, who had been training with Harry, had a smile on his face: Potter is like this, impatient, reckless, and unable to analyze the situation calmly. If this continues, he will definitely lose.

The spells Harry released were constantly flashed by Neville. Just when his magic power was about to run out, he remembered a spell taught to him by his godfather:

"Harry, I'm going to teach you a spell," Sirius said seriously, sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge, holding a wand in his hand. "This spell may be a bit difficult for first-year students."

"But I think this shouldn't be a problem for you," Sirius said suddenly relaxedly, "It was once your father's best magic. Come and try it with me, Expelliarmus!"

Harry tried two or three times by the fireplace, but failed to cast a successful spell. He tried twice more, and only saw one or two red sparks on the tip of the wand. When he tried again, he couldn't cast the spell again. Much to Harry's dismay.

However, Sirius patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly, "It's okay Harry, the disarming spell is for third-year students. You can release a little red spark and it's already stronger than I thought."

Yes, I should try the Disarming Charm instead of continuing with the flimsy Confinement Charm.Harry thought.

I'm going to defeat Neville, I'm going to make him put down his weapons.Harry shouted silently in his heart.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

A red light condensed from Harry's wand and flew towards Neville, who was approaching step by step.

"I never taught him the disarming spell, ha, it must be Sirius." Calvin quickly understood what was going on, and at the same time, he also saw that Neville was destined to lose.

Sure enough, Neville planned to use the dagger in his hand to fight off the curse from Harry, but as soon as the dagger touched the red-light curse, Neville felt that the dagger in his hand wanted to get rid of Zi's control. , flew from his hand to the audience.

Calvin caught the falling dagger and announced briefly: "Harry wins."

Harry's face flushed, partly because of the joy of victory, and partly because of the rapid consumption of physical strength and magic power.He stood in the ring and shouted, "I, I win!"

Draco wrinkled his nose, looked at the three people hugging each other excitedly in the distance, and said slightly arrogantly to Neville, who came down from the ring with droopy ears, "Don't worry, Longbottom, I'll show you." Look how Potter lost to me."

Neville opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. In the past few months, while taking classes with Slytherin College, Draco helped him stop many students who wanted to bully him, although Neville did not know that he Why do you do this, but thank him very much.

Neville finally said: "Harry didn't mean to hurt me, this was just a test."

"I know," Draco curled his lips and said, "But I just can't stand him being so pushy. He's just so excited after winning an exam."

Calvin clapped his hands and said to Harry: "Okay, Harry, Hermione, come down, Harry, take a good rest. Ron, it's your turn."

Harry nodded to Professor Capet, hugged Ron, and encouraged, "Come on, Ron."

But Ron, who stayed on the stage, faced the 11-year-old Professor Capet who came up, his palms still slightly sweaty.Little Calvin silently saluted Ron, signaling Ron to take action first.

Ron swallowed, threw up a ball of paper, and waved his wand to turn it into a mouse.

This method was taught to her by Hermione. When Harry was dueling just now, Ron did not watch attentively, but pestered Hermione to help him think of a way to defeat Professor Capet.

Hermione looked at Ron like a troll. She didn't know where Ron had the confidence to defeat Professor Capet, even if he was only 11 years old.So Hermione asked him: "Ron, how many chess piece magics have you learned?"

"Black Soldier Three." Ron replied dryly.

Hermione nodded, having a rough idea of ​​Ron's level - she had already learned Black Soldier Five.

"In this way, after you get on stage, throw this paper ball out and turn it into a mouse. When the mouse runs to the middle, turn it into a sparrow. When the sparrow is about to fly in front of Professor Capet, turn it into a mouse. Two, that's enough." Hermione quickly devised a plan.

"Does this mean we can defeat Professor Capet?" Ron asked in surprise.

"No," Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "this way you can admit defeat."

"what?"

"You really think you can beat Professor Capet. Just let Professor Capet see how you are doing." Hermione said helplessly.

Ron kept Hermione's words in mind and controlled the mouse to run towards the middle. When it reached the center of the ring, the mouse rose up and turned into a sparrow. It flapped its wings and flew to a position about five steps away from the young Calvin, and then It split into two and exploded in front of Calvin, leaving only two sparrow feathers falling on the head of young Calvin.

The teenagers Calvin and Calvin both looked at Ron in confusion. The red-haired boy raised his hands and made a standard French military salute: "Professor Capet, I admit defeat."

Calvin sighed helplessly and said, "Come down, don't be embarrassed."

Then he turned to look at Harry and Draco, "You two, have you rested?"

"I've been ready for a long time." Draco crossed his arms and glanced at Harry.

Harry glared at him and said, "I'm ready too, Professor."

"Come on then."

Harry and Draco jumped onto the ring almost simultaneously.

Draco's chin was the same, and his arrogant expression was the same as his father's, "We are going to fight again, Potter. This is our No. 20 second fight. I have won twelve times before, and you have won nine times. , I think the result this time is that I will win.”

Harry stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, opened his eyes wide, and stared directly at Draco, "I'm not as boring as you, Malfoy. I still have to remember my previous results. I just need to defeat you this time. That's enough." .”

There was a hint of blush on Draco's pale face, damn Potter, he didn't even remember how many times he lost to me.

Neither of them saluted each other, but directly showed their wands and cast a spell on their opponent.

"Passed out!"

"Except your weapons!"

Two red lights emitted from both sides of the ring and collided together in the center of the ring, constantly generating sparks outward.

"This looks like something." Calvin thought to himself.