HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

"Beep beep——" As the person in charge, it was Ms. Grith who blew the whistle at the end of the final. The moment the whistle came into the mind, everyone immediately stood up. Some people screamed and cheered, and some sighed. Sigh.

The people who support Till naturally belong to the former.

At the last moment of the duel, Till and Mr. Martin gave up the simple sword duel, and returned to the magic duel with a qualitative change. Mr. Martin, who had many wounds on his body, could not defeat even the magic power. Not much consumption for Teal.

The outcome was decided, but Mr. Martin still gritted his teeth and persisted. It was not until the last moment that he was tripped to the ground by a simple leg tripping spell. He then released all his strength and half-supported himself on the ground in dejection.

"I thought I could win this year." This broad-minded old man was only entangled for a few moments. When Till came to help him, he had already suppressed all his unwillingness and resentment, and was only interested in Till as the winner. Admired, "But I didn't lose unjustly. You can win this championship."

The long cheers belonged to Till at this moment. When Mr. Martin was supported by her and stood side by side, he couldn't help but sigh and walked towards the audience: "I think this moment belongs to Tier. Yours, enjoy it, we can discuss swordsmanship when we have time."

If you lose, you lose. Now Mr. Martin can only work hard to find reasons to be more cheerful.

Like leaving first? For another example, he can go back and train his great-grandson who has relatively good physical coordination - that little guy is only a few years old. He has trained him since he was a child and strives to win the duel competition at a younger age than Till.

Mr. Martin immediately felt that there was more to do in the days to come besides preparing for the next duel competition. He strode towards the audience and touched his great-grandson's little head kindly. Little Martin didn't know what was happening and showed a cute smile to his great-grandfather.

Till looked away, a proud smile forming on his lips. As the champion of the duel competition, she did not need to rush off the stage. Ms. Grith and her group in the highest stand were already walking towards the stage.

"Congratulations, Miss Emery." Ms. Grith knew that Till had shown her ambition at the beginning of the competition, but she had only seen Till win easily in every competition until this month. , she realized that Till's ambition would eventually become a reality.

Who would have thought? For many years, no duel master of the younger generation has won. When he appears this year, he is a student who is not even eighteen years old - she has not graduated from Hogwarts yet!

"It's good that I didn't disappoint everyone." Till smiled gracefully, and was calm and collected after countless big scenes. Even though she was surrounded by countless members of the International Federation of Wizards, she still kept her back straight and hugged her. There is no hint of cowardice in the two swords.

Although Fudge was the Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom, he tried several times to squeeze into the center and come to the side of Till, the winner, but neither Ms. Grith nor the members of the International Federation of Wizards asked him to come close. Thiel's possible.

Till had already received the trophy of this duel competition from the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards. Although it was only the size of a palm, it was not light at all. The duel portrait was engraved with Till's name and date.

Till didn't find it difficult to hold it in her hand, and she could even raise it high with one hand, so that everyone could see the trophy in her hand and her whole person.

"Let us cheer -" Ms. Grith obviously has some unique experience in inspiring people. With just amplifying spell, the whole audience started to follow her command, "Tilchach Emery!"

"Tircach Emery!"

"Tircach Emery!"

"First!"

"..."

Till turned around on tiptoe several times, and countless cameras took pictures of the young duel champion. Among them were several reporters from the "Daily Prophet" who Till had asked Lupine to investigate earlier, who had previously instigated The public, and the articles that praise Thiel, were written by them.

Thiel did not hesitate to show a smile that was so wanton that it was almost evil, and allowed himself to be photographed by these reporters. She was looking forward to what kind of article would appear in tomorrow's Daily Prophet.

Should he congratulate Tier, the youngest duel champion, or ridicule her for being young and frivolous? Thiel was really curious.

"Miss Emery, do you have anything to say to everyone? Everyone is eager to hear what you have to say." Ms. Grith seemed to have been instructed by a member of the International Federation of Magicians and did not call Till was anxious to get off the stage, and Till smiled kindly and put the wand against his neck.

The teenage girl is the most beautiful girl at this age. She is not nervous or shrinking, she just stands there openly and accepts the scrutiny of all the audience: "I am very happy that I can stand here as a display of this trophy. The winner, I am also very grateful to everyone for their support and encouragement."

"I always believe that dueling is a fair, just, and collective sport." Thiel had long thought that a similar scene would occur, so he had already prepared the draft, "Yes, I would like to call it It’s a sport.”

The girl's clear voice echoed throughout the stadium, making everyone unconsciously quiet down. Even the sound of shutters taking pictures temporarily stopped. Only a few sounds of the tip of a quill brushing against the paper came from every corner. , but was quickly suppressed by Tier's voice.

"A duel is not a competition between the strong. It is a way for each wizard to assess the strength of his own abilities. The weak can use this to motivate themselves, and the strong should use this to alert themselves..."

"I hope that more people can join the ranks of duelists, and in every duel competition thereafter, more people will participate." Till paused slightly, then raised his eyes again, his bright eyes seemed to Can see into everyone's heart, "Finally, I hope that more people can know about swordsmanship. It is very charming and should not disappear without a trace in the evolution of history."

"Thank you."

When it comes to swordsmanship, Till improvises on the spot, and she doesn't care how everyone reacts to her words. Whether he was shocked or accepting, Till quickly returned to his acquaintances and was surrounded by others and left the field safely.

There were many people trying to get close to Till along the way, there were spectators who reacted and chased after them, and there were also reporters sent by several newspapers, but without exception, Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald were there, and they did not One man was able to successfully get close to Till.

Not to mention that Snape and Mr. Emery surrounded Till on both sides, and there were Bill and Charlie leading the way and backing up. Till left the field without even a hair on his head.

After entering the house and closing the door to shut out all the noise outside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to smile and congratulate the newly elected duel champion.

Mgina leaned directly against Tier and spoke in a very emotional tone: "If you think about it carefully, I am so lucky. The youngest Potion Master and Duel Master are my good sisters, and I am so happy. Bar!"

Tonks also leaned against Till in the same posture, occupying Till's left side with a rippling face: "Me too."