Homecoming from Hogwarts

Click!

As if struck by lightning, the wand in Draco's hand, which was pointing at Neville's throat, was pulled away by a powerful force and flew high into the sky. His body was paralyzed by the red electric light, his legs went soft, and he half-knelt on the ground, unable to move!
Who did it?
Even though 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 know exactly who is good at what kind of magic.

Potter's specialty is his Disarming Spell that can attack multiple targets at the same time and paralyze people!
call!
A fierce wind followed, and the little wizards who were still awake in the open space raised their heads one after another. When they saw the three figures gradually becoming clearer, many of them subconsciously exclaimed!
Neville looked at Draco Malfoy, who was half-kneeling in front of him, with complicated eyes.

Strictly speaking, in the duel between him and Malfoy just now, Malfoy was the better one, although it was he who took away his sword on his own initiative.

However, Neville immediately put this little regret behind him and looked up at the sky with everyone else.

"Merlin's beard."

After taking a closer look, Neville was immediately surprised.
"It's Harry and the others. They're flying. Not on broomsticks!"

Furong also stopped dancing. She panted and wiped the sweat off her face. She looked up and was puzzled by what she saw.
"Is this some special magic? But they look like they are riding something. Oh, if it is--"

"It's the Thestral."

Victor's face turned pale. Harry and the others sat down and saw the hideous monster, which made him shrink his shoulders.

"A magical flying creature, like a hippogriff or a winged hippogriff, but only those who have seen death can see this creature."

Seen death
A few people shuddered, but Luna happily greeted the Thestral that was hovering at the edge of the clearing, flapping its wings.

“They’ve been pulling the wagon for the school!”

"Pulling a carriage for Hogwarts?"

Viktor grunted, then frowned deeply.

"Isn't this a foul? Why are you the only ones who get the services of the Thestrals?"

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

You know, controlling a flying mount that you can't see is not an easy task.

Ron sat on the Thestral's back, swaying from side to side, holding onto its mane to steady himself. Hearing his idol complain, he leaned his head out to look down, and the surprised and awed expressions of the people on the ground immediately lifted his mood to a climax. He shouted happily,
"These Thestrals are not the ones that pull the school carriages. They have been living in the Forbidden Forest. We tamed them!"

A wild Thestral?
Victor pursed his lips, seemingly not quite believing this statement.

"All we have available to us are wands and what we found in the Forbidden Forest—"

Hermione couldn't see the Thestrals either, and she was more afraid of heights than Ron. She had kept her eyes closed throughout the flight.

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 the people on it.

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

This is true, and every team heard it.

"But how did you tame them?"

Furong opened her eyes wide, trying to see some clues in the air. After trying for a long time without any success, she had to give up and asked excitedly.

"There's a large area of ​​Devil's Snare near that group of Thestrals."

Harry held the Thestrals' mane in one hand and his own and Draco's wands in the other. His face was smoky and he knew what they had done to get the Thestrals into the Devil's Snare.

"So, you have no more questions, right?"

Ron grinned. As far as he could remember, the last time he was so prominent was when he and Harry rode in his father's car to Hogwarts and crashed into the Whomping Willow.

Ron smiled and looked at the silent people below.

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

Fake school badge?
"So to say--"

Furong immediately looked at Krum, who looked embarrassed, with a bad look.

"You didn't lose the school badge, did you? Are you lying?"

Victor coughed twice.
"It's just a tactic, used to lure one's enemies." "Like a Wronski feint!"

Ron said cheerfully.

"Ron!"

Hermione said in a blaming tone, now is not the time to relax.

"What's going on now, Neville?"

Compared to Ron and Hermione, Harry could 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 liked Neville better than before.

"We set up a trap, originally intending to deal with other warrior teams, but the Slytherins accidentally fell into our trap, so we had no choice but to fight them—"

Cedric the Good 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 very well that the duel between the parties would not be so trivial. Just looking at the torn and blood-soaked sportswear on these people, especially Neville and Malfoy, it was clear that the duel between the parties must have been extremely brutal.

Draco finally got rid of the negative effects of Harry's Disarming Charm, slowly stood up from the ground, looked up at Harry coldly, and Harry also looked into Draco's eyes.

Needless to say, both of them had a clear view of the situation.

If it had been a few years ago, Harry would not have missed this delightful, 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 that anymore.

There was even a strange feeling of admiration for Malfoy in his heart.

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

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

"Here's your wand—"

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

Not only Ron screamed in shock at this scene, but even Cedric, Fleur, Viktor and others below showed expressions of shock and anger.

Looking at the wand at his feet, Draco did not bend down to pick it up. His face turned green and his eyes twitched.
"You are humiliating me, Potter."

"I can't help it if you feel that way, Malfoy."

Harry said coldly, he paused and continued,

“Your mission is to snipe the Warriors team, right?
I think you did a good job, but given the current situation, there is no need for Slytherin to continue fighting.

You have suffered heavy casualties, and your physical strength and magicka have been greatly depleted. 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 both teams in the audience became nervous. They looked warily at the Slytherins who were still standing.

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

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

He looked at Potter who was hovering in the air, and gazed into his green eyes, but he did not detect any teasing or sarcasm in those pupils.

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

Draco looked around, scanning everyone's face one by one, his voice hoarse,
"You have passed the first round of tests."

(End of this chapter)