curse the world at hogwarts

"Miss Granger..."

After school that day, Rhine stood in the auditorium, looking at Hermione speechlessly with her little head raised.

"Can you explain to me what's happening now?"

In front of him was a crowd of little wizards and wizards from Hogwarts, including most of the four houses.

Professor Flitwick was directing several senior students, gesturing for them to vacate the center of the auditorium, and waving his wand to create a long high platform.

"Duel! A public one!" Hermione replied seriously, "Professor Flitwick also supports me."

Rhine sighed and touched her messy hair: "Is it necessary?"

"After they heard what I told you, they said I was a nosy traitor!" Little Hermione complained with a cry, "I just want them to know how embarrassing they will be!"

Ok!

Rhine helplessly raised his finger to point at Ron, who was shrinking in the crowd.

Boy, you've gone too far.

Ron's face turned pale and he hid behind Harry and began to chatter tremblingly.

"I told you before, Hermione is already a big trouble, and it becomes even more troublesome after hanging around with Rhine for so long..."

Rhine, who was fascinated by the authorities, could not see clearly, but Ron, who was somewhat wise and foolish, could see clearly that Rhine had a huge influence on Hermione.

In addition to his level of magic, his usually gentle and gentle character, but baring his fangs when being targeted, also infected Hermione to a certain extent.

Isn't this, Hermione fought back?

Ron felt that he had done this today. Even if he defeated Malfoy, he would probably have to be hung up by the Rhine to dry.

"After all, you have learned a lot of spells..." Harry had an even worse headache. "...Now I can only try to recall the fighting skills I have seen on TV and see if I can punch Malfoy in the nose."

Ron nodded and suddenly smiled.

"I saw Malfoy. He feels like he's going to faint at any moment now."

As the initiator of this duel, Draco Malfoy never dreamed that things would eventually lead to this situation.

He was originally just jealous of Harry's good luck and wanted to trick him into breaking curfew, and then complained to Mr. Filch in advance.

Why did it become a public duel in front of the entire school?

Draco trembled and tugged at Snape's sleeve: "Professor..."

"Don't worry." Snape sneered, "If you lose Slytherin's face, I will get it back for you."

Draco is useless, but he has some brains.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately started to show off.

In the eyes of others, "getting it back for you" is the key point, but as the person involved, he knows very well that "losing Slytherin's face" is also the key point.

Win Harry and Ron, everything is happy;

But if he loses, he will also have to accept the "education" from the teachers and students of his own college.

Little Draco felt that he was under pressure that he should not have to bear at this age.

"call--!"

After setting up the duel venue, Professor Flitwick excitedly shot a spark into the air.

"Today, we will witness a long-awaited duel in Hogwarts!"

"This is the revival of the dignity of wizards, and the time for the Duel Club to regain its glory!"

Hello!

Rhine was speechless as he watched Flitwick about to take off.

It is forbidden to bring in private goods!

Although he was flamboyant in his youth and somewhat resisted the unfairness of fate, Flitwick, the versatile dueling champion, really loved the sport and established a dueling club with Dumbledore in the 80s.

Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic later put the sport on the "not recommended list" on the grounds that dueling is prone to accidents, so that it has been basically abolished in recent years.

How could Flitwick not be excited to finally get a chance after so many years?

"The referee for this duel is a duel champion who won many duels during school... Lai-in-lai-er-!"

He shouted in the usual voice of a boxing match host, triggering excited cheers from the students in the audience.

Rhine suddenly realized that he still underestimated his reputation in the field of magic duels.

After all, in the "peaceful years" after Voldemort disappeared and the Death Eaters dispersed, he was one of the few people famous for fighting.

"The dueling parties are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley from Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy and Vincent Crabbe from Slytherin!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"

With such excitement, how could a certain pair of twins from the red-headed family miss it?

I saw George and Fred ignoring Percy's eye dart warning, cheering and throwing several small fireworks to show their support for their brother and his best friend.

Then, Rhine used the magic wand to put it away.

"Please come to the stage, both parties." Rhine commanded the four students in a relatively low-key manner, "Please note that the use of black magic is absolutely prohibited..."

"They must have this ability too!" Someone started to boo.

Rhine spoke for a moment, and seemed to feel that he had said nonsense, and shook his head helplessly.

"Salute to your opponent..."

There is no doubt that the duel quickly turned into a real farce, the kind that would make a grown wizard laugh out loud.

It's only been a few days since school started, and Harry and Draco don't know many decent spells, and most of them are household-type.

Crabbe?

He has more drumsticks in his head than spells.

Ron, the only one with a solid foundation, was also a guy who was prone to stage fright in public. This was evident from his performance as the goalkeeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

As a result, apart from throwing a few mediocre slides at the beginning and grinning, the whole duel entered a bad fight mode.

Crabbe caught Ron and threw him in a two-step hug. Ron, who had lost his wand, used Mrs. Weasley's personal big butt bag to greet him.

The hair that was bouncing around on Harry's head was at a disadvantage. Draco grabbed it and pulled it until he grinned.

It wasn't that Harry didn't want to pull Draco's hair. The problem was that the kid's hair was so oily that it contained murderous intent, and his hand slipped when he pressed it, causing him to suffer a severe loss.

However, he quickly remembered his cousin Dudley's fighting performance, and directly hugged Draco and lay down on the ground, and began to output the ground technique of King Ba Fist.

This battle will end in darkness!

"Is this considered garbage time?" Professor Flitwick said to Rhine, "Although I'm glad you remember our fun, the choice is really not very good..."

Rhine stared at the sky, emptying his body and mind and not wanting to pay attention to him.

I don't, don't touch porcelain, I just want to support my most valued disciple Hermione.

"enough!"

When it comes to being decisive, the Headmaster of Slytherin is decisive.

I saw Snape walking onto the stage, and with a wave of his wand, he brought up invisible wind and separated the four people who were tied into a pile in a posture that was not suitable for children.

"It's my fault that I expected anything from you... It's simply an insult to Magic Duel."

Harry and Ron were indignant, but Draco and Crabbe hid behind Snape in despair.

They didn't want to embarrass this person, but who told them not to talk about it?

"Mr. Lyle..."

Snape turned to look at Rhine, with a strong fighting spirit on his face.

"It is better to catch the sun than to catch it. Since the students are ineffective, we as teachers have the obligation to educate."

"How about we set an example for them...?"

Hermione in the audience was dumbfounded. She had not arranged this script.

You know, even if she was killed, she wouldn't have given such a bad idea to Flitwick!

The professors were gone, and the students were excited and breathless, silently watching the atmosphere without daring to breathe.

Rhine, who was the center of attention, smiled slightly.

"as you wish."