The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

The magic from the Bulgarian guy is powerful. Whether it is the pronunciation of the spell or the swing of the wand, it is all impeccable.

The wand he used was not the long stick used in previous performances, but a common short stick. It had a dragon heartstring as its core and was thick and strong. Only wizards with abundant magic power could control it.

The sound the spell made when released was like a pistol being fired.

Harry waved his wand and silently released the Iron Armor Charm. The translucent spherical shield was rippled by the explosion flames, but that was all.

He actually doesn't like head-on confrontation. If it weren't for the fact that [Apparition] was not available in school, he would have already moved to the blind corner of the opponent's field of vision and then bombarded them with spells.

However, a duel is a dance with shackles, and there is never only one solution to victory.

Krum was startled by the opponent's silent spell skills.

Before he could use the next spell, the marble slab under his feet suddenly turned into mud, and several big mud hands pulled his trouser legs downwards.

"Ah!" Krum struggled hard, but fell deeper and deeper.

The students at Hogwarts looked "Sure enough" when they saw this. They had already seen Harry's proficiency in transfiguration in battle, but now it was just an appetizer.

Harry looked disappointed. He was considering whether to use the disarming spell to end the duel now.

Let’s save some face for the foreign guests and give them another chance.

Krum was ingenious and cast [Whirlwind Sweep] on himself. Such an ordinary life spell had a miraculous effect. A whirlwind not only blew away the mud that was entangled in him, but also drove him up and out of the mud pit.

Many people were impressed by Klum's problem-solving ideas.

"I didn't expect that such an inconspicuous spell could be of such use." Harry murmured to himself, looking at his opponent with more respect. Members of the Library Tower have always respected wisdom, which is a spellcaster's most powerful weapon.

Grindelwald also nodded slightly and turned to look at Linde in the audience, as if to say: Look, I have a good eye for people.

Lind was holding the beer as if watching a football match. He noticed the Dark Lord's gaze and raised his glass slightly in greeting.

Viktor Krum is pretty good, but Harry is half his student, possessing one-seventh of Voldemort's soul fragments. Even though all the fragments cannot be summoned to summon the Dark Master, after digesting this part of the soul, , his personal strength has already surpassed the scope of ordinary school students.

Krum had no chance of winning. Even if he didn't predict the future, Linde knew the outcome.

In the shadows in the corner of the auditorium, Madame Maxime, who had a panoramic view of the venue, showed a worried look. She had realized that the students at Hogwarts were outstanding. Judging from this duel alone, the quantity and quality of outstanding students are far superior to Beauxbatons.

"Furong, it's going to be really troublesome for you to win the championship."

Harry was very busy on the court. He was very polite. He always counterattacked passively, always waiting for Krum to make a move before striking back. Once or twice it could be called luck, but the students around him could see that Harry just didn't want to defeat his opponent too early.

Krum gritted his teeth and thought to himself: If he had not been outside the school and it was inconvenient to use powerful black magic, he would never have been at a disadvantage like this.

He stared closely at the boy opposite him. He had black hair, an eye-catching lightning scar on his forehead, and nerdy round-framed glasses. There was no excitement or vigilance in his expression, he just cast a scrutinizing gaze.

Five minutes passed, which was already too long for a wizard duel. It's not like the ancient magician was casting forbidden spells against each other. The battle between the two school students could have been decided long ago.

"There are many obstacles! The flames are blazing!"

Square stone waves rose up from the floor tiles, moving towards Harry, forcing him to move, while the orange flames covering his head further compressed the opponent's movement space.

Krum was planning to create a trap. He had already thought of his next move. As long as Harry moved his feet, he would fall into a series of carefully calculated spell bombardments and be defeated in exhaustion.

But is this method really useful?

Krum didn't know, he could only gamble.

Bet that Harry's physical strength is low and his magic power is low. After all, he was still a child, and Krum had eaten bread for two more years than him, so he should have more energy.

Waves of stone came, and Harry lightly stamped his feet. The raised floor tiles seemed to have been hit by an invisible weight, sinking suddenly and returning to flatness in an instant. A wave of fire blew in, and Harry's wand sprayed out ice, directly extinguishing the flames.

"Do you want to continue?"

This is an all-round victory from experience to spell control to magic power. It can be regarded as a crushing victory. Even if Krum uses black magic, it will be difficult to save the defeat.

The demeanor displayed by the boy who survived was really unforgettable. Many students couldn't help but turn their eyes to Lind in the stands. This easy-going calmness really looked like last year's transfer student. This was also Harry's intention. Unintentional imitation.

The most capable person at Hogwarts is Harry, and that's because Lind graduated.

Krum said nothing, the sweat had already covered his thick eyebrows and flowed directly into his eyes. The stinging pain in his eyeballs made him squint subconsciously.

In just the blink of an eye, he felt a cold wind in front of him.

not good! Krum screamed inwardly.

There was a flash of red light, and his wand flew away regardless of his will.

"Expelliarmus." Harry murmured softly, using a silent spell. This sentence was both an explanation and a victory speech.

"You are a good opponent." Harry stepped forward to return the wand, his smile even a little shy.

Krum took it blankly.

The chatter and laughter in the audience were like the rising tide of the sea, and Hogwarts had undoubtedly won a great victory. Although it was not a complete victory, Durmstrang's children no longer dared to scornfully call them hothouse flowers.

"Wait." He called to Harry who turned to leave.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did you..." Krum wanted to ask him why he was so powerful, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.

Harry shook his head and turned to join his companions. Tonight's Duel Club meeting was far from over yet. The students in the audience left the stage one by one to form teams for duel training.

Durmstrang's children left the venue in despair.

At the dinner the next day, Harry's name was chosen six times by the Goblet of Fire, and Dumbledore read it out six times in front of everyone.

Most of the students, professors, principals, officials and reporters present were shocked, but not many found it unacceptable.

Most of Durmstrang's students were injured at this time. Of course, Principal Karkaroff was furious. At this time, he directly asked Dumbledore what he was doing.

Krum in the crowd looked at Harry at the Gryffindor table and found that the boy was not panicked or surprised, but was just as calm as ever.

He had a sad and angry premonition that he would not win the Triwizard Tournament this time. (End of chapter)