HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Through the window of the carriage, Till saw many people and the carriage rushing in the same direction. Till saw children who seemed to be a few years younger than him, as well as many old people with gray hair and stooped backs.

"Are they all going to participate in the competition?" Till pointed to a few old people who seemed to be unable to walk steadily. It's not that she looks down on the old people, it's just their appearance that makes people worry about whether they can get off the field safely.

The rules of the duel competition are written there. They are not just about hitting the mark, but about trying your best to win without making a fatal blow.

In every duel competition, there will be a much-anticipated wizard who becomes famous, but there are also many wizards who die on the field due to accidents. They may not lose their lives, but is it really worth the pain that will last a lifetime?

"People always want to give it a try. Although failure is more likely, who wouldn't dream of success?" Professor Dumbledore smiled. As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage stopped outside the arena.

The coachman's voice came in: "Miss Emery, we are here, the carriage cannot be driven in."

Teal responded, nodded to Professor Dumbledore, and motioned for the professor to go first. Professor Dumbledore was not polite, and stepped on the snow that had not yet melted away with just a few movements.

Till followed closely behind, originally wanting to look around curiously, but with just a glance, he saw a luxurious carriage parked next to Till's carriage.

A silver ribbon surrounds the snake-shaped badge, and the three colors of silver, black, and green are intertwined, giving it a strong Slytherin style. Till only glanced at it and frowned in disgust.

It wasn't that she didn't like Slytherin, but the people who got off this carriage were really unpleasant.

"Aha, it's Professor Dumbledore, and...Miss Emery." Lucius Malfoy held his snake-headed cane in his hand, his arrogant eyes swept over Till and the two, and finally fell on him with disgust. On the carriage behind Till.

Till knew without guessing that he must be thinking about how crude the carriage he hired was.

But so what? It was Malfoy's turn to dislike the carriage she hired?

Till was so angry when she thought that her shop's business in Somerset County had plummeted because of the man in front of her.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Malfoy." Thiel thought of the news he heard from Ethan yesterday, endured the anger in his heart, and said angrily, "Why did Mr. Malfoy come here? The time for investment has passed. ”

Tier raised his head, his silver ponytail swaying behind his head, and he didn't even bother to hide the sarcasm in his tone: "You're late."

Lucius Malfoy's smile immediately froze to the extreme. He knew that the person who had injected a large sum of gold galleons into the duel competition before him was the father of the girl in front of him, Mr. Emery, who was always against him. .

"Little girl, I advise you..."

"Dear, whoever is making noise outside has disturbed our little dragon." Lucius's words were interrupted by an elegant and cold female voice. A blond woman opened the car door with a cold face and walked out, still holding the man's hand. Yawning little boy.

Till's eyes fell on the woman who looked at him with disgust, and he knew her identity.

Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Mrs. Emery's family.

Tyr went back to see their son, the only heir of the Malfoy family, without leaving any trace.

Draco Malfoy, who was only five years old, looked a little thin, his lips were pursed reservedly, and he looked at Tyr with the same uncomfortable eyes as his parents.

Till completely withdrew his gaze and had no interest in the Malfoy family. He just pulled the sleeve of Professor Dumbledore who had been silent: "Professor, let's go in. Don't waste time here."

The faces of the Malfoy family all turned ugly. They knew that what Thiel meant by wasting time was fighting them here.

Professor Dumbledore was happy to see Lucius Malfoy languishing under Teal, but it was too much. The power of the Malfoy family was so huge that Teal couldn't bear it, let alone Lucius Malfoy or Thomas. Governor of Gwarts.

Professor Dumbledore thought about many things for a moment, but nodded, smiled at the Malfoy family, and then led Teal directly into the arena.

Professor Dumbledore gave them a little face and nodded as if to say goodbye, but Till followed him indifferently. She didn't think she had to say goodbye to the annoying guy who was bent on suppressing her industry.

She didn't need to build this face-saving project for the Malfoy family.

"It's really..." Lucius Malfoy shook his hands angrily, "Sissy, have you seen it? That Emery is completely uneducated. I really don't know how Emery raises his children."

Narcissa Malfoy glanced at Till's back coldly. When she saw Till's silver-white hair, there was always deep disgust hidden in her eyes.

But she didn't show it, she just patted her son on the back and restrained him from straightening his back: "The education of the Emery family has nothing to do with us, does it?"

Lucius Malfoy was keenly aware of his wife's dislike of Till, but he didn't like Till either, so he raised his lips and echoed his wife's words: "Yes, the education of the Emery family is similar to that of our Malfoy family. What’s the relationship?”

"Little Dragon, be careful not to disgrace our Malfoy family and show our Malfoy upbringing." Lucius Malfoy motioned to Narcissa Malfoy to lead Draco Malfoy to his side, and the family The three of them walked into the arena side by side.

The arena is a huge arc, with a huge stage in the middle and several stands surrounding it, which are enough to accommodate all the spectators.

"It looks a bit like our stadium." Professor Teal and Professor Dumbledore were sitting in a corner and couldn't help but comment.

The grounds at Hogwarts are much smaller than here.

Professor Dumbledore's identity was there. Even if he took the initiative to sit in the corner, many people still came to talk to him. Professor Dumbledore smiled and replied one by one, looking kind.

Till was sitting next to Professor Dumbledore, and he looked like an underage wizard. Many people looked at him with curious and probing eyes, and some people came over to ask Till's identity directly.

Professor Dumbledore did not hide anything and directly revealed that Till was a second-year student at Hogwarts. He even said in front of everyone that Till was a good student that he liked very much.

Everyone looked at Till with heated eyes on the spot, and some opponents also looked at Till with vigilance.

In this regard, Till could only smile and felt that Professor Dumbledore was completely putting a high hat on himself.

He gave Till such a high evaluation, I'm afraid others will also have expectations for Till's strength.

If she loses too quickly, many people will laugh at her, right?