Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 457

As Professor Moody began to count down, many people noticed that Fred on the dueling stage took a thick glove from his pocket and put it on his left hand.

When Professor Moody's raised hand swung down, Warrington struck first.

"Fractured!"

A beam of red light flew in front of Fred at high speed.

Fred didn't wave his wand to block it, or move his feet to avoid it.

He looked into Warrington's eyes and raised his gloved left hand.

At this time, Warrington's face has shown a triumphant smile.

The light beam of the Cutting Curse hit Fred's palm, making a muffled "bang".

The glove flashed white light, and then, the red beam instantly reversed and hit Warrington's chest.

Bang!
Warrington's body flew upside down, leaving some clothes and blood along the way, and finally fell heavily under the stage.

"Looks like I won."

Fred withdrew his outstretched left hand, put his hands on his hips, and said with some complacency.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Cheating! Professor! Weasley's cheating!"

Relieved, Warrington stood up clutching his bloody chest, and shouted angrily.

"This is not a fair duel! He used a magic item!"

"Eh?" Fred tilted his head pretending to be innocent, "Is this what you mean?"

He shook his gloved left hand.

"I feel sick," Roger said to Scott.

Scott watched Fred's performance, only to find it amused.

Fred turned his head to look at Professor Moody, "Professor, this is [the anti-curse glove] invented by myself, it should be part of my strength, right?"

Warrington looked dissatisfied, "You are lying! Who knows if you invented it yourself!"

Professor Moody ignored Warrington's clamor, but instead stared at Fred's glove, seeming very interested.

"You invented it yourself?" he asked. "Can it deflect jinxes like the Iron Armor Charm?"

Seeing that Professor Moody was interested, Fred immediately hit the snake with the stick.

"That's right! George and I invented it together." He nodded repeatedly, "It can completely replace the Iron Armor Curse!"

Professor Moody stared at him and asked, "No flaws?"

Fred shrugged, "Of course, there is no way to rebound a curse that is too powerful."

Professor Moody continued to stare at him.

Fred curled his lips, "Well, when using it, you must stare at the opponent's eyes to take effect."

"You have made a very good thing, Mr. Weasley." Professor Moody looked at Fred with admiration. "I think the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will place an order with you for this."

Having said that, he shook his head, a little dissatisfied, "You know, some young Aurors can't even release the Iron Armor Curse."

Fred was very happy, "According to Minister Burns' declaration, the Aurors will take action to arrest Death Eaters recently, so they must need our products very much! Oh, besides the anti-spell gloves, we also have anti-spell hats , all very useful..."

It has to be said that the anti-curse gloves demonstrated by Fred aroused the interest of many people present.

But Professor McGonagall quickly interrupted his pitch.

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "This is not your product launch event, Mr. Weasley."

"Oh, well, I'll shut up." Fred threw up his hands in surrender.

Professor Moody also said: "We will talk about your new product later, but now you need to compete with Mr. Warrington again."

"Oh?"

Fred turned to Warrington.

At this time, Warrington has recovered from his injuries under the spell of Professor Flitwick, and even his shattered robes have been restored.

He stepped onto the dueling stage again, pointed his wand at Fred again, "Take off your damn gloves, Weasley, let's try again! Otherwise, I won't be convinced!"

Fred looked at him, then at the reactions of the others, and agreed quite simply.

"Okay. Indeed, I have to show my strength to convince you to go to Beauxbatons instead of you."

He took off his gloves and put them in his pockets, ready to duel again.

Roger commented at this time, "Do you want to do it again? I think what Fred said earlier makes sense. Since the glove is his invention, it is also his strength."

Scott smiled, "What he wants is not to convince Warrington, but to make everyone speechless."

"So that's the case, I understand." Roger nodded, "Love, Fred, who has always been cunning, is not like himself."

Scott ignored his rant.

Since he decided to go to Beauxbatons to meet the French girl, Roger has become more and more flamboyant.

On the stage, the duel began again.

Fred got into a serious fight with Warrington.

This time he did not use other means, but won the victory openly and squarely.

Everyone can see that although the power of the two sides' spells is almost the same, Fred's use of the spells is more flexible and his skills are more agile. There is no suspense in winning this duel.

"Thank you, Mr Warrington."

After the duel, Fred pretended to perform a wizard salute.

"I will go to Beauxbatons instead of you and fight for the honor of our Hogwarts."

Although Fred spoke beautifully, the smile on his face seemed to hurt Warrington's eyes.

It's just that Warrington couldn't say anything at this time.

He opened his mouth, walked off the stage with a face full of despair, and then left the classroom straight away.

Fred, standing straight on stage, raised his hands.

Among the students watching in the classroom, only some of them applauded him.

But Fred didn't care, he was blinking excitedly at Angelina.

"Okay, please go down, Mr. Weasley."

Professor Moody quickly ousted Fred.

Next, duel training continued.

Unsurprisingly, many people tried to imitate Fred and challenged those who had already qualified for the competition, wanting to compete for a place, but all of them resolutely rejected this kind of uneasy challenge.

In other words, George was really cheated by Fred.

So the pair of twin brothers who have always been inseparable and inseparable have a very rare conflict at this moment.

Scott, who no one dared to challenge, was standing with the two of them, watching closely.

"I can't believe that someone changed the plan temporarily without notifying his brother." George said unhappily.

Fred smiled apologetically, "Oh, there's no way, if I didn't say that, maybe many people who got the quota would be dismissed, and they would hate me."

George gave him a contemptuous look, "I never knew that you would care about this? Many people already hate you."

"Well, I'm for Angelina." Fred put his arms around George's neck and began to tell the truth, "You know, if I don't impose restrictions, I'm afraid Professor McGonagall will not agree with me. "

George entered the scene in a second, and reached out to touch the tears that did not exist in the corner of his eyes, "For you, is Angelina more important than me?"

Fred was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up his scene, "Oh, why do you ask such a question? You..."

"They're all your wings," Scott reminded him.

Fred nodded heavily, and said affectionately: "Yes, you are all my wings!"

George couldn't hold back his face, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's disgusting." He made a vomiting face.

Fred made a triumphant gesture.

George said: "Well, who made you Fred? In short, in order to support your love, I will not say anything. Of course, if you fail to catch up with Angelina, I will not forgive you your."

Fred patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "I knew you would support me, who made you George."

George rolled his eyes, "I have no reason to go."

Scott asked amusedly, "The Triwizard Tournament will last for more than half a year. Will this be the longest time you two have been apart?"

Fred and George looked at each other, their expressions changed at the same time, and they asked in unison, "How long did it take?"

"That's right." Scott nodded. "Generally, there will be three rounds of competition. The first round will be in November this year, the second round will be in February next year, and the last round will be in June next year."

"Oh..." Fred was a little dumbfounded, "Maybe... I can come back immediately after attending the Yule Ball."

"Do you think this is something you can decide?" George said angrily.

Scott gloated, "Oh, you get used to being apart as you get older. And you should grow up too, baby Fred, baby George."

"No, we're not planning to separate."

Fred paid no attention to Scott's sarcasm.

George nodded too.

Scott reminded, "You're going to get married, and then you'll start your own families."

Fred immediately asked, "Why can't we live together after we get married?"

George also looked at Scott suspiciously.

"Okay, I was talking too much." Scott retreated.

The two sides who were the latest to enter the duel stage caught his eye.

Most of the 25 students who have been awarded places have learned from Warrington's painful lessons.

Instead of accepting challenges from others, they all tacitly chose their opponents internally.

At this time, the reason why the duel on the stage attracted Scott was that the two sides of the duel were Roger and Caccini.

"Oh, it's Roger, that guy actually wants to duel with his ex-girlfriend?" Fred was overjoyed.

George smiled and said, "That's really funny, why would he do that?"

"It should be Caccini who appointed him." Scott said something fair.

Of course, there was no shortage of schadenfreude in his tone.

On the stage, Roger looked helpless.

"I don't want to fight you, Caccini."

"Stop talking!" Caccini, who still had short hair, said impatiently, "I said it before, as long as you fight me seriously, the past will be over."

"Ok."

Reluctantly, Roger drew his wand.

"Remember, it's a serious fight." Caccini smiled, "If you don't take it seriously, you will regret it."

"I see."

Roger finally straightened his face.

At this time, Scott in the audience said: "He must be thinking that if Caccini deliberately makes trouble, it will definitely affect his pursuit of the French girl."

Fred and George nodded in agreement. "That's what he thought."

"exactly."

Eddie and Milton came over too.

Several people watched the duel with a smile.

Caccini used to be a literary girl who had no interest in duels, and even exchanged her magical talent for her musical talent.

It was only later that she changed, and with the help of [Book of Prometheus], ​​she and Milton regained their respective talents.

This change is also reflected in her current combat power.

"Good guy, Roger won't lose, will he?"

Eddie looked at the seemingly evenly matched two sides on the stage, and he opened his mouth with false concern.

"It's good for him to lose."

Fred and George didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Don't say that, Roger is our friend."

Only Milton retained his kindness.

Scott answered subconsciously, "So we will ensure that he will not be injured too seriously, and be responsible for sending him to the school hospital?"

Fortunately, Roger on the stage did not hear their laughing and joking, so his performance was not affected.

After all, Caccini's change is still a bit too late.

Even if she has an inherited [Book of Prometheus] in her hand, she can't change anything without credits.

While initially looking like a match for Roger, she soon lost her rhythm and lost the duel.

Seeing this result, Scott and the others sighed regretfully.

Roger, who had easily walked off the duel stage, was also baffled by their regretful eyes.

At this time, Professor Moody said, "Okay, who is going to come up and try next?"

"Let me come."

Cedric, who hadn't played just now, stepped onto the duel stage.

Professor Moody nodded at him, "Mr. Diggory, who is your opponent?"

Cedric turned his head and searched among the crowd.

"Scott," he called out.

"I'm here."

Scott waved.

"Do you want me to be your opponent, Cedric?"

Cedric nodded.

"Although I know that I may not be your opponent, I still want to give it a try. Most importantly, I want to see clearly the gap between us."

"Since you say so, I have no reason to refuse."

Scott stepped forward.

Ahead, other students started to move, and the crowd automatically parted ways.

Scott strode onto the stage and stood opposite Cedric.

"Thank you." Cedric smiled gratefully.

He is always so polite.

"You're welcome." Scott also smiled, "Or, you're too polite, I thought we were friends."

Cedric was a little surprised at first, and then responded happily, "Of course, we are friends."

"Let's be more casual then."

Scott started to back away.

"Prepare!"

Professor Moody held up a hand.

Both Scott and Cedric retreated to the edge of the stage.

"Three! Two! One! The duel begins!"

"Armor protection!"

"Armor protection!"

Two people on opposite sides of the stage cast the same spell.

It's just that Scott's spell took shape a little faster.

But he didn't take the opportunity to launch an offensive.

Through two invisible magic barriers, he looked at Cedric opposite, "Sure enough, you still want to fight me with Transfiguration?"

Cedric nodded, "Thanks, Scott."

"Then do as you wish."

Scott swung his wand to remove the magic barrier.

"Let's do this." He suggested, "We agreed not to attack each other, and only use Transfiguration to decide the winner."

"I agree." Cedric then also removed the barrier in front of him.

"That's what makes it interesting."

Scott laughed, and reached out and pulled out a piece of ebony and threw it at his feet.

Cedric also produced a piece of skullcap wood, the same material as his wand.

The two chanted the incantation of the Transfiguration Charm at the same time, and waved their wands.

(End of this chapter)