Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Having a snowball fight with the Snowball Curse?

The winning party will also receive a Christmas gift from the professor.

So interesting!

The little wizards' eyes suddenly lit up and they all raised their hands.

They have decided to play this game!

Sebastian once again used the same method from the Muggle Studies class, mixing all the students together and evenly dividing them into two groups.

After the two sides were about 20 meters apart, he announced the rules of the game to everyone.

"Once the battle begins, you can only use the Snowball Spell. Any other spells will be considered a foul and I will ask you to leave the field."

"Also, being knocked down by a snowball will be considered a failure, so be sure to dodge it."

Looking at the eager eyes of the little ones, Sebastian grinned and shouted loudly.

"Game start!"

As soon as the words fell, the little wizards shot the snowball spells they had prepared long ago at each other.

For a moment, the big snowballs collided with each other, raising bursts of snowflakes that blocked the vision of both sides.

Of course, there were some that slipped through the net and rolled directly into the opponent's position, like bowling balls, overwhelming a group of little wizards.

Sebastian quickly turned into a rescue team member, cast a spell, and accurately made the little wizards buried in the snow fly out of the snow one by one.

"Professor, I was careless and didn't dodge!"

"Professor Swan, we dodged in different directions and collided with each other. It's so unfair."

"Professor, I was so focused on the spell in my hand that I was knocked down without realizing it."

"Give us another chance xN!"

"That won't do," Sebastian turned into a cold judge, "You can continue playing after the game is over. Now just watch the fierce battle on the field."

As he spoke, Sebastian waved his wand and a little wizard who was fighting flew over, struggling in the sky.

"Professor Swan, you are wrong, I am not down yet! Put me back now."

"You clever little fellow," Sebastian smiled and shook his head, "and while I was looking in other directions, you used the Obstacle Spell. That was a serious foul."

"So, you better wait here obediently."

Harry felt that his luck was not good because he was not assigned to be teammates with Hermione and Ron, but became enemies in this game.

Hermione's athletic talent was not strong. In the chaos of the first round, she was hit by a huge snowball and was forced out of the field.

Harry took the time to take a look and found Hermione standing on the sidelines with a sullen look on her face, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with her performance.

In the opposing team, only Ron was still shouting and attacking, as if he wanted to avenge Hermione.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer little wizards left in the field.

Sebastian watched everything on the field with great interest, and discovered that the people left on the field were not necessarily those with the most powerful spells, but those who were the most slippery and the best at hiding.

Moreover, the largest number of people left on the field were first-year wizards, totaling 3 in total, while the number of people from other grades was only 2 at most.

Sebastian couldn't explain why this was so, maybe it was because the three remaining freshmen all had good athletic talent.

After dodging a snowball, Harry was breathing heavily. He found that there were only five people left in his team, far behind the eight people on the opposite side.

After the venue was cleared, it became much easier to dodge, but it became more difficult to eliminate the opponent.

This can't go on like this!

Harry dodged another large snowball, his mind racing to find a solution for the situation.

He carefully observed the situation on the field and suddenly discovered a special blind spot.

This game is a team competition, but from the beginning to now everyone has been fighting on their own, attacking their favorite targets at will.

Harry's eyes lit up and he thought of a good way to turn defeat into victory.

He looked at his teammates around him and found that most of them were senior students he didn't know. The only one he knew was Malfoy from Slytherin.

this......

Although Harry didn't like Malfoy very much, he wanted to win.

Thinking of this, Harry hesitated for only a moment before shouting at Malfoy: "Malfoy, do you want to win?"

"Nonsense! Of course I want to win, what do you want to say, Potter!"

"Don't worry about it. If you want to win, just cooperate with me, Malfoy."

"Who will cooperate with you!" Malfoy shouted, "Don't be so self-indulgent!"

However, although Malfoy was shouting loudly, his eyes still honestly paid some attention to Harry.

Suddenly, he saw Harry make a Quidditch hand gesture, and seeing this, Malfoy understood it instantly.

Attack the target in the middle!

After understanding this, Malfoy decisively cooperated with Harry and released the Snowball Curse at the target almost at the same time.

Two snowballs, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the opponent's escape route.

The sixth-grade student who was targeted didn't react immediately and was hit by a snowball, joining the army of "killed" people.

This was beyond the expectations of both parties. Harry's teammates' eyes lit up and they all shouted at Harry.

"Potter, you choose the target and we attack together!"

The opposing players were not willing to fall behind and quickly organized a counterattack.

"Attack Harry! He is giving orders, knock him down first." Ron could no longer care about too much at this moment. He only knew that it was very unwise to leave Harry on the field.

However, Harry's athletic ability was not to be underestimated. With his excellent dodging skills, he managed to dodge two waves of attacks.

During this period, Harry's team defeated two opponents again, bringing the score to 5-5.

The remaining teammates of the other team also became anxious and turned their wands around, shifting their targets to other people.

After a fierce fight, the number of people on both sides quickly dwindled until only three were left.

The students watching were surprised to find that the three little wizards left in the end were all first graders.

Harry was breathing heavily, very satisfied with the situation on the field. There were only him and Malfoy left on his side.

The other side was left with only Ron, the lone commander.

Ron was a little panicked at this time. He felt that he was about to be buried by the snowball, so he suddenly had an idea and used the method of provoking the snowball.

"Do you dare to challenge me, Malfoy? Let's have a one-on-one duel!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Malfoy sneered. "Two people casting the Snowball Curse at the same time can't break it."

"Besides, this is a team effort!"

"Die, Weasley!"

After saying that, Malfoy waved his wand, and a snowball formed instantly, rolling towards Ron at a rapid speed.

Harry hesitated for a moment. The person in front of him was his good friend, and he really couldn't bear to join Malfoy in besieging Ron.

However, he remembered that when the deadlock was broken, Ron was the first one to focus on him.

Harry's heart turned cold and he said this silently to himself.

"Sorry Ron, this is 'war'!"

Then, Harry carefully observed the direction of Ron's dodge, stretched out his wand, and blocked Ron's dodging space.

In an instant, a snowball shot out, growing bigger and bigger, rolling rapidly towards Ron.

"Harry! You idiot, you actually joined forces with Malfoy to attack..."

Before he could finish his words, Ron was knocked down by a snowball and buried under thick snow.

"Harry and Malfoy's collaboration was brilliant, they are both MVPs of the victory!"

Sebastian's voice rang out: "They will receive a special gift from me!"

Seeing that the outcome was decided, the winning teammates rushed forward, threw Harry and Malfoy into the air, and celebrated their hard-earned victory wildly.

The defeated wizards surrounded Sebastian and asked for an extra game to avenge their previous defeat.

Looking at the aggressive little guys, Sebastian had no choice but to let them continue fighting.

In this way, until it got dark, the little ones returned to the castle reluctantly.

As time goes by, the laughter in the school and the increasingly happy smiles of the little wizards all indicate one thing.

Christmas is coming...

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