Hogwarts Homecoming

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After a bolt from the blue, the wand pointed at Neville's throat in Draco's hand was pulled away by a powerful force and flew high into the sky, while Draco himself was paralyzed by the red lightning, his feet went limp, and he was half-kneeling on the ground. move!

Who did it?

Even if he couldn't turn back, Draco knew the answer to this question.

The students in the physical education class have been 'working' together for more than a year, and they all know who is good at which magic.

Potter's specialty is his disarming spell that can attack multiple objects at the same time and paralyze people!

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The vicious wind followed, and the little wizards who were still awake in the clearing raised their heads one after another. When they saw the three figures gradually becoming clearer, many people subconsciously exclaimed!

Neville looked at Draco Malfoy, who was half-kneeling in front of him, with complicated eyes.

Strictly speaking, the duel between him and Malfoy just now was Malfoy's superior move, although it was he who took the initiative to remove his sword.

However, Neville immediately put this little regret behind him and looked up to the sky with the others.

"Merlin's beard."

After taking a closer look, Neville was suddenly surprised and made love.

"It's Harry and the others. They're flying. They're not using broomsticks!"

Fleur also stopped her dancing. She wiped her sweat out of breath and raised her head, also puzzled by what she saw.

"Is this some kind of special magic? But, they look like they are riding something. Oh, what if -"

"It's the Thestral."

Viktor's face turned slightly pale. Harry and the others sat down. The ferocious-looking monster made his shoulders shrink slightly.

"A magical creature that can fly, like a hippogriff or a rune horse, but only people who have seen death can see this creature."

seen death

A few people shuddered, but Luna happily greeted the Thestral, which was hovering at the edge of the clearing and fluttering its wings.

"They've been pulling carriages for the school!"

"Pull a carriage for Hogwarts?"

Viktor grunted, then frowned deeply,

"Isn't this a foul? Why are you the only ones receiving Yeqi's services?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Krum!"

You know, commanding a flying mount that you can't see is not a simple matter.

Ron sat on the Thestral's back and swayed from side to side, clutching the Thestral's mane to steady his body. When he heard the idol complaining, he stuck his head out and looked down, and the surprised and awe expressions of everyone on the ground immediately put his His mood reached a climax, and he shouted happily,

"These Thestrals are not the ones that pull carriages for the school. They have been living in the Forbidden Forest. We tamed them!"

Wild thestrals?

Viktor pursed his lips, as if he didn't quite believe this statement.

"All we have at our disposal are wands and things we find in the Forbidden Forest--"

Hermione couldn't see the Thestrals either, and she was more afraid of heights than Ron. During the flight just now, she had her eyes closed the entire time.

After hovering for a while and adjusting her breathing, Hermione overcame her fear of heights and opened her eyes. She looked at the battlefield and everyone on the battlefield.

"Professor Brain said this before we entered the woods."

This is true, every team heard it.

"But how did you tame them?"

Fleur opened her eyes hard, trying to see some clues in the air. After trying for a long time without success, she could only give up and asked enthusiastically.

"There is a large devil's net near the group of Thestrals."

Harry clutched the Thestral's mane with one hand, and grabbed Draco's wand from which he drank with the other. His face was smoky. Needless to say, he knew what method they used to drive the Thestrals into the devil's net.

"So, you have no doubts, right?"

Ron grinned. In his memory, the last time he was so in the limelight was when he and Harry drove his father's car to Hogwarts and crashed into the Whomping Willow.

Ron looked at the many silent people below with a smile,

"Now, please turn in your school badges. Don't try to fool us with fake school badges this time, Krum!"

Fake school badge?

"So to say--"

Fleur immediately looked at Krum who looked embarrassed after hearing this.

"You didn't lose your school badge, did you? Did you lie?"

Victor coughed twice,

"This is just a tactic used to induce one's enemies."

"It's like a Wronski fake!"

Ron said cheerfully.

"Ron!"

Hermione said in a reproachful tone that now was not the time to relax.

"What's going on now, Neville?"

Compared to Ron and Hermione, Harry was able to deal with the Thestrals more easily. He controlled the Thestrals to descend a little, and the strong wind made the people in the audience even more awed.

"As you can see, Harry—"

Neville looked relaxed.

"We're fighting."

Harry's face darkened. Sometimes, he preferred Neville from before.

"We set up a trap and originally planned to deal with other warrior teams, but the Slytherin people accidentally fell into our trap, so we had to fight against them-"

Cedric the Kind Man explained to Harry,

"Later, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons also joined in to help us fight against Slytherin."

This explanation was much clearer, and Harry nodded.

However, he knew that the duel between the parties would not be so easy. Just looking at these people, especially Neville and Malfoy's torn and blood-soaked sportswear, it was clear that the duel between the parties must be extremely brutal.

Draco finally got rid of the negative effects of Harry's disarming spell at this time, slowly stood up from the ground, raised his head and looked at Harry indifferently, and Harry also aimed his eyes at Draco's eyes.

Needless to say, both of them saw the situation very clearly.

If it were a few years ago, Harry would not miss this pleasant and once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to humiliate Malfoy in public. Even half an hour ago, he had imagined this scene in his mind.

But now, looking at Malfoy's clothes soaked with blood and sweat and his expressionless face, Harry suddenly didn't want to do it.

Even in his heart, there was a strange admiration for Malfoy.

After all, this group of Slytherins actually had a head-on confrontation with the three teams, and sent many people off the field, which was different from their previous style of plotting and harming people.

Now, everyone's eyes were fixed on Harry and the other two. They all knew that the Hogwarts team had dominated the game.

"Here is your wand--"

After a short silence, Harry, sitting on the back of the Thestral, threw down Draco's wand that he had seized. The wand bounced on the ground a few times and fell at Draco's feet.

This scene was not to mention Ron who screamed, even Cedric, Fleur, Viktor and others below were shocked and angry.

Looking at the wand at his feet, Draco did not bend down to pick it up. His face turned blue, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"You are humiliating me, Potter."

"If you think so, I can't help it, Malfoy."

Harry said coldly, and he paused, and then continued,

"Your mission is to snipe the warrior team, right?

I think you did a good job, but under the current circumstances, Slytherin no longer needs to fight.

You have suffered heavy casualties, and your physical and magical power consumption is huge. Of course, if you want to continue, we have no objection, but we will also work with other warrior teams to send you out of the game first."

The members of the two teams off the court became nervous, and they looked at the Slytherin who were still standing with vigilance.

With the addition of Hermione's team, the warriors have gained an absolute advantage over Slytherin, but judging from the fighting spirit shown by Slytherin before, no one can guarantee that they will give up instead of continuing to fight to the death and eliminate more people from the game.

Good job

Draco's lips moved, and his raised eyebrows were enough to prove his surprise at the moment.

He stared at Potter, who was hovering in the air, and gazed into his green eyes. He could not find any teasing or sarcasm in his eyes.

A few seconds later, under the gaze of everyone, Draco bent down to pick up the wand, brushed off the dust, and slowly inserted it into his sleeve.

Looking around, Draco's eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and his voice was hoarse,

"You have passed the first round of the test."