Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 235 Duels must be elegant

"Professor Flitwick, I'm back to compete!"

Harry arrived at the venue of the European Young Wizards Duel Championship, which started in mid-May, almost on time. He waved to Professor Flitwick, and then quickly got his participation number. This time he was not the lucky 007, but It is the No. 001 number plate obtained according to the points ranking.

For this guy who was so strong in the auditions and was studied by countless contestants, people paid a lot of attention to Harry, especially when he almost missed the starting point of the competition.

But Harry didn't want to care about this. As long as it wasn't a world-wide competition and there weren't those equally powerful perverts appearing, he wouldn't have any interest in the so-called competition. Honor?Can this thing be eaten?Even if he showed it off, telling people that he had hundreds of 1000 million gold galleons in a rubbish warehouse, and casually photographed a gold mountain, wouldn't this kind of straightforward pretense be more suitable for the vulgar Harry?
"Furong?! Why are you here?"

As soon as he met Professor Flitwick, Harry saw a figure that he would never be mistaken for. Fleur, who had wrapped himself up tightly, only showed a pair of beautiful blue eyes, even though he was wrapped in a thick silk robe She lost her body, but standing in the crowd, she was still the center of attention.

"If I hadn't seen the list of contestants from Madam Maxim, I wouldn't have known that you had participated in the young wizard competition."

Fleur glanced at Harry resentfully, "You didn't even tell me."

"Isn't it because," Harry smiled awkwardly, "a game of bullying children is not fun to watch."

"I will definitely take you with me to the World Championships in early June. You will be the family seat. Aunt Petunia and the others can't come. I only have you."

"Huh~ It's so greasy."

Fleur reached out and poked Harry's chest in disgust, telling him to stay away from her, but there was a happy smile on her face.

"After the game is over, let's go out and have a good time. I haven't seen you in a few months. I miss you so much."

"I just happened to find a great place. I must take you to see it."

"Where is it?"

"It's no longer mysterious if you say it."

"Let me go as soon as I can. The arena competition will take a little time, but I have a little trick."

The top eight players in the standings will occupy a ring at the beginning and defend the ring for up to 48 hours. However, there will be a two-hour rest and recovery interval every six hours until the end of the game. Finally, they will stand in the ring and defend successfully. The eight people will directly advance to the final World Cup finals starting in early June, where 96 wizards selected from eight divisions will compete for the duel champion in the arena and the melee duel champion.

This would have been a very grueling competition, testing the endurance and endurance of the players as well as their minds. Those who stand at the end may not necessarily be the eight strongest ones, but everyone who successfully advances has their own unique skills. Battle wits.

Harry is certainly not stupid, but he doesn't like to use his brain all the time and will always choose the simplest and most effective method.

Just like-

Harry's No. 035 ring came up with the first challenger. The contestant number 1.9 was even more bluffing than Harry just by looking at his appearance. He was about [-] meters five, and his thick and deformed arms made him He couldn't make his palms touch the sides of his buttocks and legs when his arms were naturally hanging down. This is no longer a muscular man, but a muscular club with a medicine jar that makes people look a little disgusting.

"I understand, I understand everything."

Before the man was about to say something venomous, Harry waved his hand very perfunctorily, "Let's start quickly, to save everyone some time."

"I--"

The evil man stared and opened his mouth, but the rest of his words were snatched away by Harry.

"——I want to twist off your head and use it as a chamber pot, or use it as a ball to kick, right? I've said it all and I understand."

"Anyway, the idea has been conveyed, can we start now?"

Harry glanced at the referee and nodded to indicate that he was ready.

"Did you take too much medicine, and your muscles blocked your voice?" After waiting for about a second, Harry, who couldn't wait for the other side to make a move, glared fiercely, at least he killed thousands of people with Voldemort's vest. The little devil, the murderous look in his eyes made the muscle-stick legs of the medicine jar opposite him weaken a bit, and he staggered back half a step.

"Cough cough cough." The referee in black suddenly coughed and seemed to notice something was wrong. "Contestant No. 035 please prepare for the duel as soon as possible, otherwise the second challenger will be replaced."

After saying this, the referee glanced at Harry with his peripheral vision and spoke to him in a low voice: "Intentional murder is prohibited in the ring competition, so don't make a mistake, kid."

"If he can't catch every move, then it's none of my business. If he's not strong enough, it's not my fault, right?"

Harry's cold gaze, as if looking at a dead person, gave people goosebumps all over his body. But in the end, the very brave contestant No. 035 still nodded hesitantly. He didn't believe that he would not be able to take even one move.

"Both sides are ready, the duel begins!"

The referee announced the start of the duel in the ring, and both sides simply raised their wands in a duel ceremony. Compared with the auditions, the European finals used a more spacious 10X50 meter standard duel stage. Both sides stood at the marked red line. Okay, as soon as the starting gun sounds, turn around and face the enemy.

The canned muscles that looked clumsy and bloated were unexpectedly flexible. Even though he looked like the kind of idiot who couldn't touch his back, he could turn around at an alarmingly fast speed. But when he just raised his wand and clicked At the same time that the trigger activated the spell set, Harry was already standing in the center of the duel platform, raising his right fist.

"Duel with grace."

Harry grinned at him.

"Mul-Gaar-Nos" (Strength-Liberation-Strike)

Million ton boxing!
Although the heavy blow of a dragon punch lacked the increase of the power-liberating potion, Harry, who was usually one-tenth of Hagrid, was definitely not a being that normal people could fight with.

The dueling platform kissed by the fist let out a loud scream the moment it was touched. The loud noise like thunder on a sunny day echoed in this huge dueling venue along with the splash of earth, stone, sawdust, and dust.

The smoke and dust rising more than ten meters high almost blocked everyone's sight. The magic barrier originally used to prevent the spells from flying on the duel stage had been torn apart in an instant. A strong wind blew through, clearing the sky of dust.

As if a meteorite had fallen here, only the last bits of debris at both ends of the original duel platform were left. Only a man holding his hands stood in the deep depression.

"Announce it's over."

Harry spoke coldly, and his original opponent was knocked dozens of meters away at the moment the roaring shock wave appeared. If it weren't for the armor protection in his initial spell set, it would have greatly weakened this time. Otherwise, his weak muscles would not be able to block the damage caused by the impact.

"The second guy, I'm not just letting him fly out."

Harry snapped his fingers handsomely, and the flying sawdust and earth and rocks flowed backwards at this moment, and the ring once again returned to its original appearance.

It was as if nothing just happened.

"I'm proposing a vote to see how many people are willing to voluntarily drop their challenge to me."

"Perhaps everyone can perform better without my interruption, right?" In the arena where the competition was originally taking place, the two parties in the duel couldn't help but stop silently. If Harry was stronger than everyone else before, then it wouldn't be the same. The idea of ​​​​pulling him into the water was born, but the power level he saw now was not on the same level at all. Maybe in the melee battlefield, there was still a little chance if a group of people joined forces to fight, but in the 1V1 arena match, there was no chance. People want to be rivals with guys like this.

After all, there are still seven positions, right?
People thought this way, and after someone raised his hand tremblingly, they reached a unanimous opinion.

Every once in a while, one or two particularly perverted guys will appear in the duel arena. Professor Flitwick, who has won five consecutive duel arena championships, was actually a perverted existence at the beginning, but he took the rapid attack route. He was unable to create such an exaggerated and terrifying scene. The organizing committee had very rich experience in handling such accidents.

After a simple vote by several chief referees, Harry's arena No. 001 was banned, and the remaining seven spots would be qualified from other arena competitions.

"Okay, it's done."

With a relaxed expression, Harry returned to the resting place calmly.

"I'm right, isn't it a boring game like this?"

Harry smiled at Fleur and then walked to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, did I bring out the charm of Hogwarts just now? Everyone must be thinking, as expected of the professor who has won five consecutive duels. The students who come out are extraordinary.”

"You child." Professor Flitwick propped his forehead speechlessly, and took a sip of soda water with cherry syrup, "Okay, anyway, you don't have anything to do here, go, go, but remember to come back at the end of the month , the World Championship is not allowed to step on the point, you have to remember, Harry, the most indispensable thing in the world is a genius, there are more than 200 million wizards in the world, and almost every year there will be a guy who is amazingly talented Appear."

"There may be very few people who can leave traces in people's memories. Treat the world with humility, so that you can gain the most."

"I will never forget, thank you professor."

Harry bowed slightly and respectfully to Professor Flitwick, then took Fleur's hand, and disapparated from here in a flash.

"Where are we going, Harry?"

Fleur, who was taken away by Harry, found that they had come to a place that was very familiar to her. She raised her head and looked around, and the Eiffel Tower was standing not far away. They returned to Paris, France, and came to the banks of the Seine River. .

"Why are you back all of a sudden? Do you want to visit my house? Mom, dad, and Gabri are traveling around the world, and there's no one at home."

"No one. Ahem." It took a lot of willpower for Harry to stop himself from imagining things. Looking at Fleur's smiling face, what he said just now was definitely a deliberate mistake for himself. This was a trap. Never step on it.

"We're going to meet someone you may not necessarily know, but you've definitely heard of him many times."

The two of them walked slowly along the embankment of the Seine River. The morning light had just broken in Paris at this moment. The cool morning dew wetted the black dress that Harry had put on for the duel competition. The stone pavement under their feet was covered with a layer of smoke. A layer of fog that has not dissipated.

On the other side of the river was the magnificent Louvre Museum. They passed the Little Angel Ice Cream Shop in Saint-Michel along the left bank. Although the shop was not open at the moment, Harry caught two ice creams after just a few steps. The ice cream cone with crushed hazelnuts is back.

Not far from the Notre Dame Cathedral in front, faintly heard the chants of priests and children, it seems that the road ahead is the way to the church.

"Harry."

"what's up?"

Fleur suddenly stopped and leaned on the railing by the river. No one was around at the moment, so she took off her hood and spread her long silver hair like a waterfall. The dewy grass was swaying slightly. , it seems that it is not because of the blowing of the morning wind, but they are actively swaying their bodies, sending joyful blessings to the picturesque person.

"If one day, I mean if."

Fleur tilted her head, leaned on Harry's shoulder and spoke softly.

"We're getting married. How about holding the wedding here?"

The rising sun with a faint golden light fell on the colorful stained glass of the Notre Dame Cathedral, but even this slightly dreamy light could not take away even a trace of the brilliance and brightness of the girl next to her.

"Okay, then I will make the whole of Paris cheer for the arrival of that day."

"Really? This kind of thing is impossible, right?"

"It's actually very simple. As long as I announce that I will capture Paris on that day, then the people here will raise their hands high and welcome their sacred and great king to his loyal Paris."

"Hahahaha." Fleur, who was amused by the French joke, reached out and pinched Harry's waist. Suddenly, the sacred and great king frowned bitterly, and then squeezed out a flattering smile.

"Just kidding, just kidding, Grindelwald couldn't blow up Paris back then, so what can I do, right?"

"Humph~"

Fleur, who put her hood back on to cover her face, walked forward with brisk steps, hopping like a deer in the forest.

"Wrong way, hey, not there, wrong way."

After Fleur walked more than ten meters, Harry yelled behind her. Although he couldn't see her face clearly with the mask on, the look of surprise in her eyes made Harry guess her face. expression.

Fleur, who swooped in like a kitten, was lifted high.

"Girls need to be dignified and elegant. We are going to meet a great big shot later."

"Hmph~" Fleur tilted her head angrily, "It's not because of you, Harry, you childish devil."

"Sisters are of the same mind, doesn't Gabrielle like it?"

"I'm not a child!" After saying that, Fleur stretched out her feet, "My shoelaces are loose."

"Yes, yes, I will tie your shoelaces, big sister."

Just as Harry was squatting down, Fleur turned around on her toes and sat on Harry's shoulder with a 'hey' sound.

"You still say I'm childish?" Harry raised his head and saw the somewhat smug smile, "Who told me to be a fool?"

So he straightened his back and stood up. A cry of surprise rang out, and Harry trotted forward with the childish ghost on his shoulders.

They passed through a gorgeous manor door that suddenly appeared from the early morning mist, and stepped into a private mansion hidden in Paris by magic. Even if they only had a glimpse, this private mansion was far more luxurious than they had just seen. Passed by the Louvre not long ago.

"This is it." Furong seemed to have some guesses in her mind, but she wasn't sure if they were true.

"Nicholas Flamel's private estate, isn't it beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)