Homecoming from Hogwarts

Furong's clear and decisive voice echoed through the woods.

Several Slytherins were riding on old brooms, carefully avoiding tree branches and slowly flying into the sky. In this old forest where few people visited, the plants grew too densely, and it was too dangerous to ride a flying broom in the woods.

However, before they passed over the treetops and were just thirty feet off the ground, a sudden loud shout came from below the dense forest, causing the Slytherins, who were completely unprepared, to change their expressions!
Before they could react, a strong 'gravity' was suddenly imposed on them!
Several Slytherins screamed and their brooms fell to the ground!

After a series of crackling sounds of branches breaking and heavy landings, a few people landed 'safely' while others who were more unlucky were hanging on the branches and dangling non-stop.

The impact made Draco's head go numb, and his vision, which had been turning upside down, finally stabilized.

The physical protection provided by the soft mud and the competition suit prevented Draco, who landed first, from falling into a coma.

But after quickly turning over and standing up, Draco saw Blaise, Nott and Daphne hanging on the treetops, and Millicent who unfortunately fell into the water, hit her head on the pebbles in the stream, bleeding and fainted, and the other teammates who staggered to their feet. His face turned pale.

Under the powerful effect of the Falling Spell, Draco could not find a complete old broomstick, so he roared at Fleur.
"What are you doing, stupid bitch!"

“That’s an interesting question.”

Fleur fiddled with her hair, which was stained with water droplets, and responded to Draco's anger calmly.

"You stole our school badge, and you don't allow us to retaliate."

"I am going to kill you!"

The moment Pansy stood up, she let out an ear-piercing scream.

Anger distorted Pansy's expression. She turned her wrist and was about to swing it -
"You're not allowed to attack a warrior team without a school emblem, right?"

Fleur didn't move defensively like Triana did, but spoke calmly.

Phew! Phew!

Two spells left the tip of the wand and hit Fleur and Triana accurately. The two who had just been petrified once by Hermione were petrified again.

Draco released his grip on Pansy's wrist, and dropped his wand. He glared at Fleur angrily.

"But if you take the initiative to attack, we have the right to fight back!"

Boom!

Suddenly, a faint roar came from a distance, causing the embarrassed pursuit team to change their expressions.

Draco raised his hand to cut off the branch that was hanging the three people, and waved his wand to get Millicent out of the stream.

Looking at Millicent lying unconscious at his feet with blood on her forehead, Draco's mouth twisted.

He raised his hand and shot a red firework into the air. Seeing Pansy trying to gather the pile of wood branches on the ground, he said impatiently,

"Throw that thing away, it's useless, Pansy. Everyone!"

Draco looked at Fleur with hatred again and said sharply,
"Follow me, there are at least two teams fighting over there. We have the physical advantage, they can't get away!"

After saying that, the Slytherin pursuit group, who had suffered some minor injuries, took big strides and rushed towards the direction where the noise came from, leaving Millicent alone unconscious on the spot, waiting for rescue.

Just a minute later, Snape descended from the sky on a broomstick. He waved his wand and put Millicent on a stretcher. Without even looking at the longing looks cast at him by the petrified Fleur and Triana, he walked away with the stretcher.

Outside the Forbidden Forest, in the viewing stands, many people cheered and applauded for Furong's brilliant spell.

The subsequent experiences of the two beautiful girls made the crowd sigh in agony.

"Amosta--"

The game had just officially begun when a member withdrew due to a mental breakdown, and was then targeted by the pursuit group and lost his school badge. Madame Maxime's failure to overturn the referee's table immediately proved her self-control.

Therefore, Amosta could fully understand the unpleasant expression on Madame Maxime's face when she spoke to him.

"Doesn't this situation require special intervention?" Madame Maxime pointed at the big screen with a finger with an opal ring and said angrily,
"Fleur and Triana were both petrified. They couldn't signal for help themselves!"

"you mean"

Amosta bowed and said politely,

"Fleur's team is about to give up, but they can't use their wands to signal a withdrawal?"

Madame Maxime gasped.
"That's not what I meant, Amosta. I meant that they are petrified, and if no one helps them, they will just stay there forever."

Looking at the magnified face of Furong on the screen, Amosta could read the embarrassment and shame in the glimmer in her eyes.
"I don't think so, ma'am. You know, the team position is refreshed every half an hour. There will always be someone to go over and see what's going on with them."

"What if no one goes, or if the people who go are not as kind as that Harry Potter?"

Madame Maxime questioned, frowning.

“That’s a pity.”

Looking at the Durmstrang team that was in a tough fight, Dregorn said with a sour face,
“They just lost the game.”

Is it easier to get the school badge from the participating warrior team or from Malfoy and his friends? This is a question that can be answered without much thought.

"quick!"

The three of them ran through the woods at their fastest speed, but Hermione was still not satisfied.

"We must get a school badge as soon as possible and hide ourselves before Malfoy and the others arrive. If Malfoy and the others arrive first, we will have almost no choice!"

"I hope we run into Viktor's group!"

Harry's panting sounded like a bellows. Nearly an hour and a half into the game, he could clearly feel that his physical strength was about to reach its limit.

"If it's Neville and the others, we'll be in big trouble!"

Harry said breathlessly.

Perhaps the god of luck finally began to favor them. When the leading Harry jumped down from a slope, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that about two hundred feet to the right, a figure also jumped up, grabbed the vines hanging in the air, and used the force to swing across a gully that had been washed out by rain.

Time seemed to be stretched, Harry slowly turned his head in mid-air, and the man holding the vine also turned his eyes away, and their eyes met in the brighter forest.

Almost at the same time, Harry and Viktor discovered each other.

boom! Snapped!
Harry jumped onto the rocks and Viktor fell into the muddy pit, their eyes locked with each other.

In the few seconds of silence, Hermione and Ron stopped their charge, and Viktor's two teammates, one honest and the other tall and thin, also cast frightened glances at them!
Without any greeting or communication, the two teams started running towards each other at the same time.

When the relative position was only seventy or eighty feet away, Viktor's team stopped first and launched an attack on Harry and the other two!
The curse light that left the tip of the wand like an arrow shot from a bow was ominously dim, and even though Harry had already determined that two of the three incoming curse lights were traveling along tree trunks, he still felt a shudder in his heart.

The rushing curse light contained a power that Harry was not familiar with and was not so decent, which seemed to confirm the rumors that dark magic was being taught within Durmstrang.

As this thought crossed my mind, a trace of anger emerged in my heart.

Objectively speaking, their relationship with Viktor was pretty good. Even though they were now in a hostile state, Harry believed that Viktor should not use cruel magic against them.

However, on second thought, Harry could understand why Viktor and the others instinctively used their best magic when they were in a tense situation.

The tree trunks hit by the two misdirected spells suddenly caught fire with a strange gray flame. Harry, who dodged Viktor's spell with a side jump, could even smell an unpleasant odor when he passed by the two burning tree trunks. Obviously, the flames were not ordinary. If they were hit by one of them, they would be eliminated immediately and hospitalized.

"All-out attack, resolve it as quickly as possible!"

When the distance between the two teams broke through fifty feet, Hermione quickly said something behind Harry.

Then, the messy formation of the three charging people immediately became regular, like a sharp triangular arrow, wrapped in a sharp breath, directly hitting the failed first round of attacks. Under their decisive momentum, the Durmstrang team fell into panic!
(End of this chapter)