Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Amidst Harry's elated narration, Draco Malfoy quietly approached Tiera.

Behind him followed Crabbe and Goyle, one fat and one short.

All three glared at Tierra.

Because Tierra not only severely punished Malfoy during the flying lesson this afternoon, but also humiliated the entire Slytherin.

The pair of Slytherins, who have always paid attention to face, were furious.

Tierra couldn't care less about the approach of Malfoy and his two little minions.

They definitely didn't come to fight anyway, because the teachers were sitting right in front.

Although Malfoy was terrified, he wouldn't be Malfoy if he could swallow this breath.

So he thought of a bad move.

"Tierra, at midnight tonight, in the prize showroom, let's duel alone, do you dare?" Malfoy said sternly, and then added, "Only use a wand!"

Apparently, Malfoy hated the Muggle-born Tierra more than Harry because of Tierra's final Levitation Charm, which made Malfoy look so ugly.

Tierra gave Malfoy a strange look, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became wider, and Harry, who was sitting next to him, recognized this expression as sarcasm.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Tierra suddenly yelled, "Everyone be quiet, everyone look over here!"

"Mr. Malfoy sent me an invitation to a wizard duel!" Tierra stood on the bench and shouted, "Just tonight, midnight! The prize showroom! Malfoy said he would defeat me alone!"

Tierra's shout almost attracted everyone's attention.

Among them, Professor McGonagall and Snape had the sharpest eyes.

"Nonsense!" roared Professor McGonagall.

Snape gave Tierra a meaningful look.

Professor McGonagall is an old-fashioned and strict traditional lady. Although she did a lot of absurd things when she was young, she became more and more compliant as she got older.

"You haven't even learned a serious spell, what if you hurt each other? Do you know..." Professor McGonagall began to educate.

"Wait, Professor McGonagall." Snape interrupted McGonagall.

"Maybe it's not that serious," Snape said.

"What do you mean? Dean Snape?" Professor McGonagall used honorifics.

"Perhaps, we should let Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Wu duel now instead of waiting until midnight." Snape said, "After all, wizard duels are something they will be exposed to sooner or later. It’s better to let them get in touch when they are not prepared.”

"But what if they are injured? What if their magic power is out of control? If..." Professor McGonagall said worriedly.

"We are here," Snape said, "and Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion, I think we should be able to guarantee their safety."

"But, Tierra is a Muggle-born child." Professor McGonagall looked at Tierra worriedly, "He hasn't learned many spells at all, and Malfoy..."

"Professor McGonagall, you said it." Snape said indifferently, "Tiera is a very talented young wizard, I think... this talent should be enough to make up for the lack of magic spells."

After speaking, Snape waved his wand.

The tables in the hall moved to the sides.

There was a large open space in the middle.

Since there were not many people who had finished eating at this time, even if the dining table was moved to a corner, it would not affect the little wizards present to eat dinner.

But who's in the mood for dinner now?

Wizard duel!

Such a big deal.

They've only seen it in books before, or haven't heard of it at all.

Due to Tierra's coquettish operation in the flying class, his name gradually spread among the young wizards, although it is certainly not as good as the famous Harry Potter.

But it can be regarded as a relatively famous figure among the freshmen.

Tierra thinks this is enough, he wants to hide himself, but he can't make himself too unknown, so that others will make him a vassal of Harry Potter instead of a complete independent person.

So he needs to stand up from time to time to find a sense of presence, at least to occupy a certain position in the hearts of the little wizards of Gryffindor, so that when he avoids Voldemort in the future, it will be much more convenient for him to organize the little wizards to resist or escape alone .

But what he wants is not such a sense of presence, not this much-anticipated presence.

Tierra is a bit stuck on a tiger right now.

Malfoy's situation was a little better than Tierra's. He was already standing in the center of the field, looking at Tierra with a sneer on his face.

Malfoy originally planned to trick Tiera into the prize showroom in the middle of the night, and then tell Feige so that Feige could fire Tiera.

But I didn't expect that Tierra didn't play the cards according to the routine, but directly said it in public.

I thought the teachers would stop it.

At first, Professor McGonagall really wanted to stop it, but was interrupted by his dean, Professor Snape.

But that's okay, although Tierra can't be fired.

But if he can defeat him alone, he can also make him make a big fool of himself.

Malfoy thought viciously.

Born in a wizard family, he practiced magic with house elves since he was a child, and he never considered that he would lose.

"What's the matter? Tierra, aren't you going to go on stage?" Malfoy smiled sarcastically, "Or are you scared?"

"Hey..." Tierra sighed, and walked to the middle helplessly.

He had to accept this wizard duel. Unlike domestic children, foreign children despised the weak and cowards as much as they admired the strong.

Especially in a small group of radical wizards like Gryffindor.

He was almost certain that if he rejected the invitation to a duel today, the little wizards of Gryffindor would use this to ridicule and isolate him tomorrow.

After all, in the fourth part, Harry can become the target of public criticism for a Goblet of Fire, let alone a coward who dare not accept a duel.

As time goes by, Harry, who has always been a conformist, will probably drift away from him, and all his previous efforts, as well as his research funding, will be gone with the wind.

"Don't go to Tierra!" When Tierra was about to step forward, Hermione, who was the only one who was reasonably sensible, grabbed his sleeve, "You don't know any spells at all, Malfoy is a child of a wizard family, He must know more spells than you. You will suffer."

"You haven't accepted Malfoy's invitation, have you?" Hermione said amid the cheers of a group of Gryffindor wizards, "You haven't accepted the invitation, so you don't have to accept it."

"What's the matter? Tierra, want to say a final goodbye to your little girlfriend?" Malfoy, who was standing in the center of the venue, taunted, triggering a burst of laughter from the long Slytherin table.