Hogwarts Everything is Three

Seeing this lush-haired lion prepare to give a crucible stone with blood to his favorite lady, Allen really didn’t know what expression he should use to face this situation...

Although the relationship between Alan and Ravenclaw has not been too unfamiliar after a period of getting along with each other, their mode of getting along is still strange and embarrassing, and they even deliberately avoid calling each other in their lives. The name-Allen thinks it is awkward and inappropriate to call each other Rowena Ravenclaw or Luna Lovegood; Ravenclaw is not very good at handling this kind of relationship, in fact For her, it can only be regarded as a blood oath with a strange little boy, and some memories that have not happened yet are instilled by her future self...

Obviously, Gryffindor, who is too chivalry and not delicate enough, still focuses on Allen's hands that are still on Ravenclaw's head, "I--Godric Glen from the southwest valley of England. Fendor is here to officially launch an honorary duel to you for Miss Rowena Ravenclaw from Scottish Creek!"

"Allen Friedrich Harris from the Upper Rhine Valley, accept your honorable duel." Allen put down the comb in his hand. Of course, Gryffindor, as a straight man of this level, would not be put by Allen. In his eyes, he was treated as a rival, but after all, the other party was obviously pestering Ravenclaw when he came to the door. This made Alan not use his tongue to resolve the conflict. He also wanted to see if he could defeat this allegedly The best duel master of this era.

"Private fights between wizards are forbidden here during the Carnival—and why do I need you to fight for me?" Ravenclaw frowned and looked at Gryffindor impatiently. "Also, let me tell Helga that you do Is it possible that the duel can't go to the late-night tavern to help her out?"

Gryffindor obviously only thought of the regulations at this time. If it were other carnivals, it would be fine, but this year it was hosted by Helga Hufflepuff, which made him worry, who has always prioritized action, "Um...then. Just set the duel time to end at the Carnival! For honor!"

Under the fortune-telling table, Ravenclaw pulled Allen with his hand to stop his response: "The Welsh-style flying broomstick competition will end in the afternoon on stilt fire barrels. Borrow their venue to fight with the flying broomstick——"

"Okay! Boy, I don't take advantage of you! Just use your popular bollard play! But there is no bladder guard—or we are both bladder guards! Just the two of us! We are tied to each of us! Whoever pierces the opponent with the broom tip first wins the honorable duel!" Gryffindor's red hair, like a lion or horsemane, trembled like a storm in his roaring tone and exaggerated expression.

Allen retracted his body to avoid being sprayed by the opponent's saliva: "See you on the court."

Seeing Allen agreed to the duel, the passionate Gryffindor calmed down instead: "Then we'll see you on the field. The fire dragon bladder is not that easy to find. I will go to Helga to see if there is anything that can be replaced." When he finished, he strode out, preparing for the duel.

Ravenclaw directly cast a spell to put a few crying children to sleep, and then sat back on the chair, "He is too troublesome-but the duel is very good. I am not sure if you can win as a minor. It's not fair to you..." Then she tore off a few bits of rabbit meat with her teeth, "And no one in this era will curse your cushion."

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a huge bell sounded in the entire area, announcing that the stilt barrel activity was about to begin. Amidst the noise and joy, the bell could only be faintly heard. A team of witches in Irish plaid skirts came galloping in on flying broomsticks. People who walked to the stadium stood and watched. Some witches screamed loudly, and then speeded up the pace to the stadium-Allen raised his head. It was only then that these warriors did not wear underwear at all...

When the players warmed up for the pre-match flight around the series of burning wooden barrels supported on stilts and hung high in the air, the crowd had already surrounded the arena. When the bell for the official game rang, in an instant, cheers rang through the sky. In the crowd, the athletes rode broomsticks one by one with the locals called Dom, which is actually the goat’s gallbladder quickly passing through the burning wooden barrels, and finally threw Dom into the final In a wooden barrel. The rules of the game reminded Allen of the training style he used to join the national team in the third grade-they are almost the same except that there is no roaming ball and the possibility of being injured when crossing the aperture.

Some athletes, either because of their speed or bad luck, were caught upright by the high flames, and they were disqualified from continuing the competition. Therefore, the constant ups and downs of exclamation and regret added to this area. New noise and riots. When all the team members participated in the game, it took the shortest time. A young man with big brown eyes and brown hair who was not on fire won the victory.

He raised the wooden barrel with the gallbladder, "RUA!!!" yelled at the audience present, venting his excitement, and finally dedicated the entire wooden barrel to a person dressed in the audience. The witch in the green linen dress, she took it and jumped directly in front of the champion's broom to sit on it, and the two flew away on the flying broom amidst the laughter of each other.

When the end bell rang again, the injured players were properly treated-the stilt barrel was obviously not as horrible as the crucible above, and Allen had not found anyone killed because of it.

When the players left the field and the audience was about to disperse, the blazing flames on the wooden barrels suspended in the air roared in the wind, and Allen and Gryffindor walked into the field. I noticed that there was still a lot of excitement to watch, and the crowd became restless again, and many of the wizards who had left rushed back again after receiving news of a duel.

Godric Gryffindor held two bladders in one hand, and the broom in the other hand was thrown to the ground by him. He pulled out his wand and pointed at the two bladders— -"Rapidly getting bigger", the two bladders inflated as if they were rapidly inflated. He handed a bladder to Allen and said, "The fire dragon bladder is too hard to find. I took two warthog bladders in Helga's kitchen as a substitute."

After that, he tied the warthog bladder to his waist with a rope. As soon as he stretched out his hand, his broom flew from the ground into his hand. He raised one leg and stepped onto the broom.

Allen didn’t dislike it. He tied the warthog bladder to his body like Godric. He glanced at the very simple flying broomstick and rode directly on it. As soon as he flew up, he saw Ravenclaw in the stands. Was beckoning at him.

Alan held the broom lightly with his hand, and flew slowly to the front of the wooden stand. Ravenclaw was sitting at the front of the temporary stand blocked by the wooden boards with the children. He looked at the witch questioningly, "What's the matter?"

Ravenclaw beckoned and motioned him to get closer on the broomstick. Although he didn't understand, Alan did what he did. The other party took out a blue scarf and tied it to Ai as a triangular flag. Lun’s broom tip.

After tying it up, she didn't pay attention to the discussion made by the wizards around her. She looked at her work, nodded in satisfaction, and waved her hand casually to let Alan leave.

Godric's hand holding the broom was full of veins. He barely restrained his jealousy and loss. He didn't say a word, but his complexion was flushed-the Muggle knights sewed their love tokens to the helmet and cloak. Even using women’s clothes as banners for riding lances and taking them to compete with their opponents, then Ravenclaw tied the scarf to the tip of that person’s broomstick on the face of Ravenclaw. She meant...