Hogwarts Homecoming

Another explosion occurred between Neville and Draco.

The aftermath of the explosion pushed both of them back ten feet. However, the two people who got up from the ground did not give themselves time to breathe, but rushed towards each other again.

The silver sword was erratic, and the curse light was shrill!

Neville and Draco were fighting in a very primitive and wild way. The danger and cruelty in the fight were shocking.

On the referee's seat outside the Forbidden Forest, watching the decision of this bloody rain, Dumbledore's silver eyebrows and beard trembled, and his blue pupils showed worry.

"Amosta--"

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Amosta and whispered.

"Should we stop it, Amosta?"

Mrs. Bones, who had been thinking about how the Azkaban prison break that had just happened would bring about drastic changes in the political structure and people's lives in the British wizarding world, could not help but look at him with concern after Dumbledore spoke.

Ludo Bagman frequently turned his head to remind Amostar with his eyes.

Ludo liked the passionate competition, but he didn't want to see a young wizard seriously injured and killed in the Triwizard Tournament, although such unexpected situations always happened when this ancient competition was held in the past.

The life-and-death competition in the Forbidden Forest made all the referees worried. Even in the audience seats at the back, most people were watching the game anxiously, and even forgot to cheer for the wonderful performance of Hermione's team.

"This kid from the Malfoy family looks more decent than his father."

Draco, who fought to the death, made Sirius admire him in a flat tone.

Amostar's eyes shook and he was silent for a while.

He knew that Draco and Neville were so angry that they forgot that they were in the real world, not in his spiritual world.

They forgot that their current fighting style might really kill each other.

But after a moment of hesitation, Amosta shook his head slowly,

"This kind of duel with a worthy opponent is rare. After this battle, they will all be reborn."

"But--"

Mrs. Bones frowned and was about to say something, but Amosta interrupted her first,

"Don't worry, no one will die. You all saw the situation. Changes will soon occur."

In the Forbidden Forest, more than a hundred feet away from the strip of open space.

Five people from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons climbed onto a boulder and crouched, staring at the battlefield in amazement.

"Merlin's beard--"

Polyarco of Durmstrang swallowed his saliva with a gulp. The competition for victory between Draco and Neville made him tremble all over. He murmured in disbelief,

"Are they really going to kill each other?"

The sinister look on Viktor's face melted away. At this moment, Neville's sword passed by Draco's ear, almost cutting off Draco's ear. This scene made Viktor's scalp numb.

"This is"

Viktor, who had experienced many fierce Quidditch matches under the spotlight, gasped hard,

"The physical education students taught by Professor Blaine himself, oh. I thought our school taught dark magic much more terrible than that, they are like they really killed people!"

Triana, who had just said that she was going to make trouble for Slytherin, was silent now. She just looked pale and stared blankly at Neville and Draco fighting for their lives!

Like the others, Furong also quietly looked at the battlefield with constant roars, but compared to the fear revealed by the others, her blue eyes lacked a brilliance.

"Let's go."

Suddenly, Furong said.

Go?

Intervene in such a life-threatening fight?

Polyaco and Lancadel looked at Furong in astonishment, as if she was crazy!

"Are you kidding?"

Polyaco's shoulders twitched,

"We will die. They just want to kill each other!"

"We are all warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, aren't we?"

Fruit did not look at Polyaco, but calmly looked at the silent Viktor,

"Isn't the Triwizard Tournament a test of the courage of the warriors?"

Viktor's eyelids trembled, and the eyes blinded by fear gradually bloomed with light.

What Furong said was right!

Winning the Triwizard Tournament is certainly important, but what is more important is to show your talents and courage in this arena!

"The goal remains the same. Let's kill the Slytherins first."

Victor's disordered breathing regained its rhythm, and he said firmly,

"Then we will compete with the two teams from Hogwarts!"

Polyarco, Lancadel and Triana, the assistants of the warrior, moved their lips. In the end, the three of them said nothing and chose to obey the warrior's order.

"Then come on!"

Fleur supported her arm under the stone and jumped down,

"Triana, let's help that Longbottom to deal with Malfoy. Viktor, you take your teammates to the other side and help Cedric send the two Slytherins off."

The plan was set, and the two teams quickly approached the battlefield under the cover of the roar.

On the battlefield, Draco and Neville, who were once again overturned by the air wave, jumped up again. This time, the two did not recharge their tacit understanding again, but half-crouched in place, panting rapidly.

The sportswear on both of them was torn into pieces, and their faces covered in blood looked extremely hideous and terrifying!

"Longbottom"

Draco spat out a mouthful of blood foam, staring at Neville with a satisfied smile,

"You planned to kill me in one minute. Did you do it?"

Neville pursed his lips and did not answer. He glanced at the field and his heart sank again.

Luna and Cedric were both restraining their opponents, but their situation was not good.

The battle between Luna and Parkinson was still tense. Although Luna was still on the offensive, her attack was no longer agile. Parkinson was obviously fighting with Luna with the idea of ​​consuming Luna.

Cedric, who consumed more, could no longer maintain continuous firepower output. He could only use a little advantage in the terrain and prediction to "confine" Blaise and Nott in the ruins!

And his side was also in a bad situation.

Malfoy's tenacity was beyond his imagination. Neville had realized that it was unrealistic to expect to kill Malfoy with determination.

If the situation continues like this, the three of them will be exhausted to death. In the end, Blaise and Nott, who have better preserved their magic, will come out of the woods and reap the victory!

What should I do?

Neville racked his brains to think, but the current situation made him desperate.

He had to admit that the three of them alone could not defeat the Slytherin team.

The only hope was that when the position was refreshed, Harry and his team would find out about their fight with Slytherin.

There was no doubt that Harry and his team would join forces with their side to expel Slytherin from the game first. But then, they would be robbed of their school badges by Harry and his team.

However, this was better than being defeated by Slytherin.

In a few seconds, many thoughts flashed through Neville's mind, and finally, his shaking eyes became firm again.

"What if we didn't do it, Malfoy?"

Neville supported his knees with his hands, stood up slowly with clenched teeth,

"We will win the game in the end!"

"You are dreaming, Longbottom!"

Draco's face was grim, and he used his willpower to overcome the exhaustion in his body and tried his best to stand up.

The wind was killing, and the leaves were falling!

The moment Draco and Neville's eyes met again, the two of them rushed towards each other again, and at this moment--

Swish!

A sharp whistle suddenly came from the forest beside them.

This sudden movement did not interfere with the duel between the other two groups, which made Draco and Neville stunned.

The two subconsciously looked at the source of the strange sound, but saw Fleur and her teammates suddenly rushed out from behind two spruce trees and rushed towards the two of them.

This unexpected change made Draco and Neville stunned.

The Beauxbatons team?

Neville, who was still rushing, stopped his body forcibly, and his eyes flashed with throbbing.

Who are their targets?

Neville was confused, but the next second, his confusion was solved.

"Malfoy, give me back our school badge!"

Fleur's silver hair fluttered, and her voice was clear.

The two girls who didn't expect Slytherin to surrender raised their wands at the same time, looking at Malfoy with determined eyes.

Friendly forces?

There is such a good thing? !

Malfoy's ugly face almost made Neville laugh. He shook his wrist, ready to cooperate with the two heroic girls to take down Malfoy in one round, but--

Swish!

A red light came from the sky, and Astoria, who had been crawling on the ground for half a day, suddenly bounced up. A tricky angle of the stun spell made Triana, who was rushing forward, freeze her expression. After the unwillingness and anger in her eyes were extinguished, her body slowly limp.