Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

The game officially begins.

After hearing the professor call out their names, the first-year kids walked up to the stage and started the duel in an orderly manner.

"The front teeth match the stick!"

"It's hot and spicy!"

"Weak legs and cotton feet!"

......

For a moment, all kinds of small evil curses were flying around and the fight was extremely fierce.

Of course, in addition to minor evil spells, some highly skilled students are already able to stably cast more advanced spells such as the Disarming Spell and the Petrifying Spell.

However, even if you learn these advanced spells, it cannot guarantee victory. After all, no matter how powerful the spell is, it must be able to hit the person.

After nearly a year of duel training, no one would be stupid enough to just stand there and attack.

The little wizards showed off their skills one by one, running around on the stage.

Some little guys can even run and cast spells at the same time, so that even if they can't hit the opponent, they can't let the opponent hit them.

Looking at the students running around on the stage, Ron sneered and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

childish!

Aren’t these people tired from running?

Instead of taking this time, you might as well slow down, aim, and then attack.

Moreover, they were all minor curses, and there were not many people who knew the disarming spell.

It seems that I will definitely get a good ranking in this duel.

Hey......

It's so cold at high places.

After hearing his name, Ron walked confidently onto the stage where Professor Flitwick was.

A Hufflepuff guy.

hehe......

This is sure!

Ron held his wand to his chest, silently waiting for Professor Flitwick's instructions.

“3-2-1, start!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron pointed his wand at the little Hufflepuff wizard and shouted.

"All petrified!"

how come? !

Missed!

Ron was a little exasperated as he watched the spell pass by the other party.

This was completely different from the script he had in mind of killing everyone.

In his imagination, his petrification spell should have been cast, and the opponent should have fallen to the ground directly.

He raised his wand again and cast a barrage of spells at his opponent.

"All petrified!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Repulse with all your strength!"

After casting several spells in a row, Ron couldn't even see the opponent's shadow. He was now completely unable to sit still.

He raised his wand and tried to lock onto his opponent directly, but he was unwilling to find that the opponent was moving left and right, as agile as a monkey, and he couldn't aim at him at all.

Fortunately, the opponent kept dodging, and the spells he cast were not accurate at all, so they did not pose much threat to him.

Ron became more and more anxious, and gradually he began to ignore the spells cast by the other party, standing in place and aiming wholeheartedly.

"Tarantella!"

Suddenly, a spell flew out from the Hufflepuff student's wand and hit Ron directly while he was standing still.

Done!

Ron discovered to his despair that his legs were twitching uncontrollably, as if he were dancing a quickstep.

This made it even more difficult for him to aim at his opponent.

Moreover, as his legs twitched, his whole body involuntarily moved towards the edge of the ring.

stop!

Stop it!

Ron was a little overwhelmed. He helplessly cast spells at his opponent, trying to knock him down before leaving the ring.

“Beep—”

The whistle sounded at the end of the game, Professor Flitwick removed the curse from Ron, and then announced on the spot that the little Hufflepuff wizard had won the game.

Seeing the result of this competition, Hermione stood under the ring and covered her face with her hands.

How shameful...

I have been persuading Ron to learn how to break these little curses, but Ron was too arrogant and was unwilling to learn.

Now, the situation has turned into a ditch.

Malfoy was standing not far away, and when he saw Ron lose, he smiled disdainfully.

Haha~

Is this what Weasley meant by looking good?!

I thought he would be so brave.

I didn't expect to poop so big.

Someone like this who couldn't even make it through the preliminaries wasn't worth even a second glance.

Malfoy shook his head and turned his attention back to Harry in the other ring.

......

Soon, the first grade competition was almost over.

After the match for third place, Harry and Malfoy walked onto the ring to fight for the championship.

As the referee of this game, Sebastian was surprised to find that Malfoy did not say a single trash talk before the game. He just looked at Harry with ill intentions, as if he was sure of winning.

"Both parties are performing a duel."

“3-2-1, start!”

"Expelliarmus!" Harry raised his wand, and a dazzling red light crossed the ring and went straight to Malfoy's body.

As if he had expected it, the moment Harry cast the spell, Malfoy dodged to the right and easily avoided Harry's Disarming Spell.

He grinned and raised his wand in front of him.

"Misty and misty!"

In an instant, thick gray fog appeared, covering half of the arena.

Looking at the gray fog on the ring, the audience below the ring became completely noisy, with waves of noise coming one after another, almost blowing the roof of the duel hall off.

"Merlin's stockings! Would a first-year wizard have so many? This is just a very uncommon spell."

"That's interesting. Now Potter can't see his opponent. I wonder how he's going to deal with it?"

"Malfoy can't see Potter in the fog, how can he attack?"

"How should I put it? This style of play is a bit shameless, but I like it. I'll try it when I go on stage later."

"Don't be silly. First-year wizards don't know enough spells. This kind of gray fog can be dealt with by just a whirlwind."

"Even so, the party that emits the gray mist will have the upper hand in attacking."

"Then use a large-scale offensive spell, which is also easy to break!"

Harry stood on the ring, turning a deaf ear to the discussions of the audience, alert to the extreme, quietly waiting for Malfoy's sneak attack.

His eyes kept scanning the edge of the gray fog, searching for Malfoy.

To everyone's surprise, Malfoy did not launch a direct sneak attack. Instead, he fell to the ground the moment he released the thick fog.

Hey!

Potter, with the thick fog blocking my vision, you could never have imagined that I would lie on the ground and fight with you.

This is a trick I devised specifically to deal with you.

Malfoy took off a button from his clothes and used a Transfiguration spell to turn it into a half-meter-long, thin stick.

He took off his wizard robe and propped it up with a stick. In this way, if you couldn't see clearly, you would really think there was someone standing there.

Malfoy chuckled, holding the stick in his left hand, and crawled silently to the edge of the gray fog like a nimble insect.

very good!

Potter really couldn't find himself.

Then, the next step is my home court.

Malfoy stretched out his right hand and pointed his wand at the alert Harry in the thick fog.

Then, he used the stick in his left hand to prop up the wizard's uniform and swung it toward the edge of the gray fog, creating the illusion of someone being there to interfere with Harry's judgment.

Sure enough, Harry immediately noticed the stirred gray mist and the fleeting shadow.

He thrust out his wand and shouted at the figure.

"Except your weapons!"

Before he finished speaking, Harry was surprised to find that a dazzling spell shot out from the ground in the gray fog.

He tried his best to throw himself to the side, but he was a step too late and was hit on the arm by the curse.

In an instant, his whole body stiffened and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Di--"

"competition is over!"

"The first year champion is Draco Malfoy!"