The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 204 Beating Potter Activities

"Wes, I saw the message on Crookshanks." Early the next morning, Harry greeted Wes with sleepy eyes.

"Harry, if you are so lazy, you will die." Weiss stood by the lake and looked at Harry who was approaching, holding a sword.

"It's early in the morning, you didn't wake up?" Harry looked helplessly at Wes, who was covered in sweat.

"Someone wants to harm you, I thought you could figure it out for yourself." Weiss continued to alarmist.

"How is it possible... Well, someone did want to harm me." Harry said helplessly, and then spat hard: "Damn it, someone actually put my name into the Goblet of Fire and I didn't even know it Who is it! There are too many strangers this year! It is completely different from previous years!"

"It's not just the man behind the scenes." Weiss shook his head: "Have you forgotten the Triwizard Tournament? Just like Professor Moody said, you need to be vigilant."

"Speaking of the Triwizard Tournament, do you have any good suggestions?" Harry looked at Wes expectantly.

"If you are dueling with those contestants, cast two magic spells at random, and then admit defeat." Weiss glanced at Harry and said while nodding.

"Can you be more serious?" Harry glared at Wes with black lines.

"Yes, if you are fighting monsters or magical creatures, or if the content of your competition is brain-testing, you may have a chance of winning," Weiss gestured with his little finger: "But if you are fighting with people, you must first defeat Mal Let’s talk about Fu, don’t underestimate him, every magic family will have some desperate or weird magic.”

"Can you give me some confidence?" Harry kicked the stones under his feet depressed.

"Of course, otherwise why would I ask Crookshanks to call you over so early in the morning?" Wes gave Harry a blank look.

"What? Are you going to teach me? What spells can I learn?" Harry beamed.

"Teach you how to be beaten." Weiss said and slashed across with a sword.

Harry showed a terrified expression, and when he thought of dodging, Wes's sword was already on his neck.

"The reaction is too slow." Weiss sighed: "I was planning to find you a few acromantulas as opponents, but now it seems that I am the only one here."

"It's you who are too fast!" Harry moved the sword away and looked at Wes angrily: "Can I ask you a question? What's the use of practicing this?"

"Good question." Weiss gave a thumbs up, and grinned wide to reveal a few white teeth: "I don't know either."

"..." Harry looked at Wes helplessly.

"Okay, then I'll make up a few reasons for you now." Weiss scratched his head and thought: "1. I have a bunch of white fresh, and they are about to expire; 2. I am tired of chopping wood every day, and I want to change it. 3. Exercise your reaction speed, if your opponents are those magical creatures, you won't even have time to delay the rescue."

"Bai Xian...Are you going to cut it down?" Harry touched his neck, as if he could still feel the cold light just now, he took a few steps back again and again, lest Weiss could just reach out and put the sword on it. on his neck.

"Don't worry, you won't die, trust me." Weiss continued to grin and said, "You can thank me, I didn't drag you to the acromantula's lair immediately."

"Then I really have to thank you!" Harry growled.

"When was your first match?" Weiss shook the sword in his hand, reflecting bursts of cold light.

"November 11th, the content is...'Test your guts'" Harry said casually. When he mentioned the content, he suddenly froze, and stopped his steps to retreat.

"Half a month, you are so miserable." Weiss shook his head and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Harry was confused.

"In half a month..." Weiss said slowly, still smiling, but the more Harry looked at his smile, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Shh..."

"...You have to use up 18 bottles of fresh food." Weiss still had the same smile on his face, but he had already appeared in front of Harry, and Harry's own chest had already been cut wide open.

"Eh..." Harry stared blankly at his chest. He seemed to feel that he could see his heart. He wanted to reach out and touch the wound to see if it was an illusion, but his legs were already a little weak, and his eyes followed suit. Fahua, he wanted to scream, but he had no strength at all, he could only hear a voice in his ear: "Remember, don't get too close to those monsters... huh? I always feel like I'm scolding myself." Forget it, forget it, he can't hear it anyway..."

Harry felt a chill on his face, as if cold water had been poured on him, and he woke up in an instant. When he opened his eyes, his first reaction was to touch his chest, thinking that he would feel a terrible big mouth, but it was intact there, except for some Blood dripping.

"Awake." Weiss stood aside and looked at Harry with a smile, holding a small wooden bucket in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing!" Harry growled recklessly, "Chopped over without saying a word! I thought I was going to die! Such a big wound!"

"Well, don't be so irritable, there is a reason for me to do this!" Weiss stretched out his hand to stop Harry's roar with a smile: "No matter how much you train in half a month, your thinking will not have time to change. People who fight all battles are the same, so the most convenient way is to let your body remember, like..."

"What? You speak louder...ah!!!" Wes's voice became smaller and smaller, and Harry couldn't help asking, but he didn't wait for Weese's answer, but he waited for his sword, another wound, from His left shoulder was slanted all the way to his right abdomen, and he immediately howled loudly due to the pain.

"For example... Even if you are injured, as long as you can move, you must leave the source of danger as soon as possible, because it will make you suffer more serious injuries..." Weiss squatted down, pressed Harry's screaming mouth, Looking at his green pupils full of pain, he said, "It's not bad this time, I didn't faint. In fact, the wounds caused by my two swords are the same deep. Why are you blinking? If you want to talk, just say it..."

Seeing Wes let go of his mouth, Harry said weakly, "If you don't help me stop the bleeding, I'm going to die... Hiss, it hurts..."

"I can't die, I almost know how much blood is injected and people will die." Weiss gave Harry an angry look, took out white fresh water and poured it for Harry.

Accompanied by the green smoke, Harry saw that the wound on his shoulder had returned to its original state, and when Wes agreed, he quickly rolled away from Wes on the spot.

"Look, body memory is the easiest to remember." Weiss looked at Harry and shrugged, and walked towards Hagrid's hut: "You're like this today, I hope you won't use up 4 bottles of white wine tomorrow. Fresh, you know it’s not a fun thing.”

"I will definitely not come back tomorrow!" Harry said loudly bitterly, and at the same time secretly pondered whether he should go to the school hospital to get some blood tonic.

"Don't drink the blood tonic, just eat something more. Potions and everything have more or less side effects!" Weiss' voice came from afar, accompanied by the sound of a sword chopping wood : "Remember to send a letter to Sirius! Tell him about the Triwizard Tournament!"

...the next day...

"Don't tell me you can't come?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry in front of him.

"Nonsense!" Harry yelled at Wes angrily.

"Then why are you so far away from me?" Weiss looked at Harry with a sword in his hand.

"What do you think?" Harry still didn't approach, and the two stared at each other.

"Come here, I asked Hagrid to dig a circle yesterday, and you have to avoid the spell in the circle today." Wes beckoned, motioning for Harry to come with him.

"The spell? Who released it? You?" Harry followed while wondering.

"Today it's just me. Tomorrow, I'll find some random people. I'm also in the circle, and I'll kill you myself." Weiss nodded calmly.

"Do you dare to make this circle bigger?" Harry scanned the circle around him helplessly.

"I still think it's too big." Weiss waved his hands casually and pulled out his wand: "The flames are blazing!"

……

Just when Harry thought that Weiss would use Gold Gallon to find someone to help him train, Weiss dragged him to the auditorium, stood in front of several long tables in the college, pointed at him and said loudly: "Tomorrow morning at 5 At [-]:[-] a.m., a group beats Harry Potter, the second hero of Hogwarts, the savior. Are you interested? I only want two people! Come and see what he beat me up today! !"

In an instant, the auditorium was quiet, and a few seconds later, the entire auditorium was boiling...

In the following week, Harry went through with a bruised nose and a swollen face. During the middle, Professor McGonagall called Weiss to give him a lecture, but in the end, nothing happened, and Harry continued to have a bruised nose and a swollen face.

A week later, Karkaroff finally realized something was wrong. He called Ludo Badman and angrily said to Weiss in the principal's room: "During the Triwizard Tournament, you are not allowed to help the participating warriors!"

"You German wizards are so strange." Weiss shrugged his shoulders and looked at Karkaroff in surprise: "Is your help there just to beat people upright? I really want to go there..."

"You!... Kabrev, I have to remind you, you are sophistry, anyone can see that you are helping that kid train! Mr. Badman, what do you think?" Karkaroff took a deep breath After a few breaths, he said to Ludo Badman.

"Wait a minute, I want to say, this is just revenge. You see, I was so good that I was not selected by the Goblet of Fire, but that guy Harry Potter was selected." Weiss spread his hands at Ludo Badman, With an angry and innocent face: "Isn't it possible?"

"This..." Ludo Badman frowned and thought.

"This must be training!" Karkaroff stared at Weiss, gritted his teeth, and said, "Just call Harry Potter and you'll understand!"

"Harry Potter feels that he is very sorry for being selected as a warrior. He voluntarily beat us up. What can I do?" Weiss looked at Ludo Badman and continued innocently: "It can't be because of I didn't choose you Durmstrang wizards to beat him up, I just said that, after all we have so many people in Hogwarts, it will take a long time for each round!"

"Okay, Mr. Karkaroff, I think this is just children's fighting, you don't have to do this." Ludo Badman shook his head and said, then turned to look at Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, what do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

"Huh? Are you done discussing?" Dumbledore leaned back in the armchair, staggered when asked by Ludo Badman, as if he had just woken up, and blinked his eyes in doubt.

"Yes, Professor." Weiss nodded and turned to Karkaroff at the same time: "Sir, if you still think Harry's place is 'training', I can welcome Dems on behalf of the little Hogwarts wizards." Trump's warrior Viktor Krum also came to 'train', and I will do it myself! Do you think this is okay?"

"It has to be said that this is a good idea." Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile, "I think Mrs. Maxime will also clap her hands and agree."

"..." Karkaroff's face turned darker, and he left the principal's room without saying a word.

"Mr. Badman, please also tell Mr. Karkaroff that if he is still not satisfied, I will find a way to end this 'Potter Beating Activity' as soon as possible." Weiss turned to Ludo Badman He bent slightly and said.

"Well, that's fine." Ludo Badman patted Weiss on the shoulder: "In order not to affect our image in the international magic world, you need to do it as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, let them 'beat up' for another two or three days, and they will be almost satisfied." Weiss said sincerely.

(End of this chapter)