Homecoming from Hogwarts

Viktor picked out the sturdy young man, and under the concentrated attack of the Slytherins, he had no power to resist and was taken away directly.

Whether inside or outside the stadium, all the wizards who knew something about Slytherin had shocked expressions on their faces and could hardly believe their eyes!

About Slytherin, one of the four major colleges in the thousand-year-old Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

There are many different definitions of it in the world's magical civilization, but basically no one would use the word "courage" to define this college.

And the scene happening before our eyes is enough to break some of people's inherent perceptions of Slytherin.

Faced with enemies that outnumbered them by nearly twofold, second-year student Astoria took the initiative to kick out the only remaining assistant warrior from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from the competition. However, when the enemy had already surrounded them, Slytherin not only did not give up the competition as a matter of course, but attacked again and sent away a assistant warrior from Durmstrang.

These actions are enough to show how courageous they are!

But on the one hand, it is admirable, as their actions undoubtedly angered Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Neither side had anything extra to say, and from the start of the game, a melee that brought together the largest number of teams began!

Neville and Draco fought again. This time, both sides became cautious. They did not choose to fight at close range but used spells to fight each other from a safe distance.

Astoria, who was left with only half of her fighting power, used her excellent Transfiguration to assist Pansy and locked aside Viktor and Polyaco, who had become crazy due to anger.

Blaise and Nott, who had been tied together since the beginning of the fight and had been feeling a little frustrated, finally separated.

There was a flash of murderous intent in Nott's indifferent eyes. He swung his wand vigorously. Two thin ropes emerged from the tip of his wand and went straight to Luna and Cedric. It seemed that he was planning to hold them both by himself.

Blaise went straight for Fleur, and the branch controlled by the object control spell became as hard as iron, almost piercing Fleur's calf!
"You guys!"

Looking at the branch nailed to the ground and still shaking, Furong immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

She immediately realized that in terms of dueling alone, she could not compare with these students who had received rigorous training from Amosta.

It is irrational to resist blindly.

"Is there anyone who can help me?"

Furong did not try to be brave. She quickly moved around the chaotic battlefield, dodging the attacks of Blaise who was targeting her, while shouting loudly.

"I come."

Cedric jumped back to avoid the noose thrown by Nott. Although the continuous fierce battles had exhausted Cedric's physical strength and magic power, he still gritted his teeth and rolled to avoid Nott's fierce attack. Under Luna's cover, Cedric stood up and raised his hand to cast a petrification spell on Blaise's back.
At this point in the fight, no one had the energy to use powerful magic, and all they could do were some basic duel spells.

What's going on between the two sides is no longer a contest of magic, but a competition of courage and perseverance!

"Thank you!"

Fleur gasped and shouted to Cedric who helped him out of the predicament;
"I have some magic skills, but they are not suitable for combat. They are more suitable for assisting."

"Then use it, Miss Delacour!"

Cedric said tiredly.

So, Furong began to dance.

Just like the charm magic she used against the fire dragon in the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.

Furong's long silver hair tied behind her head spread out automatically, and her snow-white skin was filled with a flawless glow under the dazzling sunlight.

Along with the graceful dance movements, a mysterious wave radiated in all directions.

All those who were "defined" as teammates by Furong felt refreshed, just like plants that were about to die in the drought were nourished by the rain. These young wizards who were in a bitter battle with Slytherin and others felt that their "exhausted" bodies were replenished.

In the tense battlefield, Furong suddenly started dancing, shocking everyone.

But her teammates immediately understood what Fleur was doing through their own states. After a brief moment of confusion, the Slytherin students were immediately brought back to their senses by the increased pressure from their opponents, and they realized what kind of magic Fleur was performing.

"Don't mess around, Delacour!"

Draco growled, his finger immediately pointed at Fleur.

However, Draco's attack was once again broken up by Neville.

"Well done, Fleur!"

Neville shouted excitedly,
"Just jump like this, we'll win soon!"

As a result, the goals of both parties changed immediately.

The five Slytherins' attack focus turned to Fleur in tacit understanding, while Neville and the others quickly adjusted their positions to protect Fleur and guard against any attacks on her.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Draco gave up being conservative and rushed forward to break through Neville's blockade. Of course, he was forced back again by Neville's dancing sword light and the spell cast by the silver sword.

Now, all Slytherins knew that it was time for a life-and-death struggle.

If this situation continues, their opponents will only become stronger and stronger, and Longbottom and his men can simply adopt a more conservative style of play and wear them out!

Slytherin's attack was like a tide under the moonlight, crashing into the defenses of Neville and others wave after wave.

The continuous explosions made all the remaining people in the three warrior teams look miserable.

In such a fierce and crazy confrontation, it is impossible for anyone to remain intact.

As time passed second by second, everyone suffered more or less damage, but none of the people who were fighting red-eyed were willing to just sit back and accept the fate of failure!
The battlefield has no sympathy for the weak.

The high frequency of spell duels tests the hard power of both warring wizards.

Polyaco, who remained on the field because of Viktor and Luna's rescue, was the first to leave the field. He fell under the fangs of a poisonous snake that Draco threw out in the light of the explosion.

After dealing with Polyaco, the venomous snake was about to sneak up on Cedric, but was turned into smoke by a note from Luna.

On the Slytherin side, Astoria finally fell down again.

She had endured the explosion caused by Neville's magic and lost a lot of blood, but she was still able to hold on until now entirely because of her perseverance, but perseverance was not enough to help her overcome all difficulties.

Astoria, with her eyes blurry, barely dodged Viktor's magic and then collapsed on the ground that had almost been shaved off. Her breathing became weak and she faced Draco, her blue eyes still flickering with unwillingness.

Astoria's fall again gave Draco's almost hollowed-out body a surge of strength.

His expression was distorted, and there was madness in his grey eyes. Facing Longbottom's silver sword that was intended to force him back, he actually stretched out his left hand to reach for the sword!

This hysterical behavior frightened Neville. No one knew better than him how sharp the silver sword given to him by Professor Brian was. Frightened, Neville suddenly withdrew his strength, not daring to let the sword in his hand continue to sweep.

Of course Draco would not give up the opportunity that he almost risked his life for!
His outstretched left hand suddenly changed direction and grabbed Longbottom's collar. At the same time, the magic spell in his right hand pierced Neville's throat!
"I win, Longbottom!"

Draco looked pleased and said to Neville with his eyes.

call out!
At this moment, a red light flew from the sky and rushed into the battlefield!
Draco, who was preparing to welcome his resounding victory, suddenly felt an extremely strong force. Before he could come to his senses, his tightly clenched wand was forcibly pulled out of his hand. The numbness and stiffness in his body that followed immediately made Draco realize who was the source of this disarming spell shot from an incredible angle!

"Potter."

Draco gritted his teeth and shouted as he felt the wind pressure from above.

(End of this chapter)