HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Till, who was sweating a little, lifted up his hair and walked towards the castle without paying any attention to Professor Snape's attitude.

Although Professor Snape's "coming and going" behavior is a bit disrespectful, this is Professor Snape's normal behavior, and Till has long been used to it.

If she really wanted Professor Snape to go back to the castle with her, Till would probably still feel uncomfortable when everyone was rushing to the restaurant for dinner.

She didn't want to draw special attention to herself because she walked into the castle with Professor Snape.

It can be seen from Charlie. Because of Professor Snape's "special care", he had a hard time for a long time. Either he was teased by his friends or pointed out by the Slytherins.

Although Charlie was given "special care" by Professor Snape because of his poor grades in Potions class, which is essentially different from Till's situation... but all you can see is the result!

Anyway, she didn't want to appear under everyone's nose with Professor Snape.

"Til, you look like you've been sweating a lot." Mgina smiled at Till, who had blushing cheeks, and handed a clean handkerchief to Till.

Till usually has the habit of carrying a handkerchief with her, but today she accidentally left her handkerchief in the dormitory just as she was putting the design back.

Thiel took it gratefully and wiped the sweat off his forehead and the tip of his nose: "My mother sent me a box of French silk handkerchiefs. Don't forget to come to my place to get one at night. It feels comfortable to the touch. "

Till went back to look at Tonks who was yawning carelessly: "You have some too. I picked out a piece for you all."

Although Tonks didn't like using handkerchiefs very much and felt that the consumption of handkerchiefs could not keep up with the number of adventures she had "occasionally" wandering around the castle, she still accepted Till's kindness and thanked Till seriously.

Mgina was not dissatisfied because she had paid for a handkerchief and received the same treatment as Tonks. Instead, she held her chin in excitement, guessing how smooth the silk handkerchief would be.

She knew that Teal had never favored one friend over another.

At this moment, Charlie's artificial voice sounded behind Till: "It's so sad. I don't have the handkerchief?"

Bill had already taken a few steps away when Charlie made a sound, pretending that this somewhat embarrassing guy was not his brother.

Tier and others were all given goosebumps by Charlie's voice.

Being the one being emphatically disgusted, Till rubbed his arms, and when he turned his head, he showed a sly expression: "I don't have a handkerchief, but I have a slap. I don't know if Mr. Weasley is interested."

The fierce look in Till's eyes was undisguised, and Charlie immediately put aside his bad taste and said "hehe" with a smile: "Oh, I'm just kidding you, I'm not interested in handkerchiefs."

As a crazed Quidditch enthusiast, Charlie spends his days training in wind and rain, or rolling on the grass. If he uses handkerchiefs, he would probably change them three times a day, and all three would be turned into rags.

Charlie rolled his eyes and pulled Bill over, who was a few steps away: "Bill, he must be interested, Till, give it to him!"

I do use a handkerchief, but I usually use a handkerchief to wipe the ink on my hands. Bill:...

He is really a brother.

Charlie was joking with Till, and of course what Till said was more of a joke. She waved her hand, let the brothers go, and began to enjoy the freshly baked food on the table.

The Weasley brothers sat down in a familiar manner, and the surrounding Ravenclaws were already familiar with them. When Charlie wanted to eat the roasted chicken legs placed far away, several people would greet him familiarly and help him. Move the grilled chicken legs over.

"Til, I heard from Professor McGonagall that you want to participate in the All-British Wizarding Duel Competition?" Bill took a few bites of grilled steak and suddenly asked Till.

Hearing these words, Mgina and others stopped eating in confusion and surprise. Till raised his eyebrows and swallowed a mouthful of pudding: "Yes, do you want to participate too?"

Bill smiled, but slowly shook his head: "I kind of want to, but I'm looking forward to myself in five years."

Bill slowly spoke in the silence of several friends: "I admit that I am a bit cowardly, and I am not willing to fail in my first competition."

"Although I may still not have the ability to sing all the way in five years, at least I will be more courageous than I am now..." Bill shrugged, the smile on his face was the same as when he refused Professor McGonagall's suggestion. of determination, “to face failure.”

Till stared at Bill blankly, forgetting to put the newly scooped spoonful of pudding into his mouth for a moment.

At the beginning, when he got the registration form from Professor Dumbledore, Till's first reaction was fear - fear of failure.

She had to admit that after being in too much limelight, she already cherished her feathers a little, and she didn't really want to use her failure in the competition to put a stain on her life trajectory.

Even though this thought passed by for a fleeting moment, it definitely existed. That's why Thiel didn't gleefully fill out the information as soon as he got the registration form.

If Professor Dumbledore hadn't enlightened her and convinced her, Till would never have written her name on the registration form.

Since Professor McGonagall would mention this matter to Bill, she must think that Bill has the ability to compete.

Bill was able to refuse firmly with the trust of Professor McGonagall. Till felt that he was far inferior to Bill in this regard.

Seeing the reason for Tier's daze, Bill smiled warmly, raised his hand and patted Tier on the shoulder. Just like the big brother he had always played, he comforted Tier, the little sister: "You are still young. , grow up slowly.”

Feeling the concern under Bill's actions and words, Tier pursed his lips and smiled, and started eating the delicious strawberry jam pudding again.

"What is the All-British Wizards Duel Competition?" Charlie asked with a vague understanding. "Does it require British wizards to duel together to choose the strongest one?"

Tonks obviously knew a lot about this: "Ignorant, the All-British Wizarding Duel Competition is the most grand dueling event in the UK. There are no restrictions on age, gender, or identity for the contestants. As long as you are a registered wizard in the UK, you can join."

"The current All-British Wizarding Duel Competition is held every five years. This year happens to be the turn, and the competition will start before Christmas." Tonks sighed with some regret, "I heard that there will be many Aurors present. It's true. I want to see it."

After listening for a while, Mgina felt that she understood, and looked at the professor's chair with some emotion: "Can we all sign up? How about..."

"Don't think about it, even if we are strong enough, we still have studies." Tonks glanced at Professor McGonagall regretfully. In fact, she had secretly gone to find Professor McGonagall when the registration time came out.

But the reason why she was rejected by Professor McGonagall was the reason she used to explain to Mgina at this time: "We can't be like Till and Bill, who can take part in the competition and take care of our studies at the same time."