Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Shaw was wearing a slim school uniform with silver threads and green background, simple but elegant. He walked while enjoying the surrounding scenery.

Hogwarts was built on a scenic high ground, surrounded by the Black Lake Forbidden Forest, quiet but energetic.

All the people beside the duel arena were silent, watching Shaw, who had lived a peaceful life, slowly coming.

As the warm sun set in the west, Shaw strolled on the green grass, as if he had walked out of the sun.

The breeze gently lifted his ear-length black hair, and he smiled, looking so sunny and handsome, without any hostility.

The few people who were most familiar with Shaw couldn't help but look at each other. They always felt that the chief seemed to have changed after not seeing him for a while, but they couldn't tell what it was.

Shaw came closer, nodded slightly to everyone, and followed the road that the crowd automatically made way for, all the way to the arena.

He looked around at everyone and paid more attention to the seeded players that the two sides had already competed for internally. These might be his future team.

After nodding to everyone, he spoke loudly.

"After a month of hard work, we have to see if we have made progress. The winner should not be arrogant, and the loser should not be discouraged. Okay, let the duel begin."

Shor's opening was concise and to the point, and he himself was not a person who liked tedious things.

Then Shaw came to the high platform set up for him next to the ring. After sitting on a black and gold chair, Alice arranged the students to duel from low to high according to the pre-booked process.

A special announcer started to sign up after receiving the signal.

"Gryffindor: Harry Potter, Slytherin: Draco Malfoy."

In front of both sides, Harry and Draco were encouraged in various ways, but Harry was a little embarrassed.

The little lions forgot that they had ignored him before, and anyone nearby excitedly came up to hit his chest and shouted "Come on".

Harry felt that he was about to be hit so hard that he couldn't breathe, so he quickly escaped to the ring.

Draco had already stood on the ring calmly, his platinum hair dazzling people.

Seeing Harry's slightly embarrassed look, Draco said unhappily.

"Do you want to take a break? We can duel again in the third group. I don't want to take advantage of you and defeat a person with weak qi."

The tone was full of ridicule, but the content was full of concern.

Harry took a breath, shook his head, and raised his wand horizontally.

"There are no friends in the duel. My problems are my problems. You won last time. This time, I will never lose!"

Draco's expression became more serious, and he took out an exquisite wand from his sleeve pocket.

"Okay! I will also prove that I am better than you!"

Shor, who was sitting upright, looked at the two little brats with a serious look, and couldn't help but smile. It's fun to love and kill each other.

The two walked back a few steps, turned their backs and put their wands upright in front of their chests, and then bowed to each other. These are all duel etiquette, and they have learned them in advance.

Seeing that they were ready, the announcer of the match began to count down.

"Three, two, one! Start!"

"Disarm you!"

"Disarm you!"

"Bang!"

After the countdown began, the two simultaneously fired a thick and thin red light spell at each other, and they collided accurately in mid-air, exploding into a ball of sparks.

The fact that the spells could collide with each other showed that the two had good accuracy, both aiming at the vital points.

And from the perspective of spell power, Harry's Disarming Spell was more than one level stronger than Draco's.

Talent is sometimes really unreasonable.

Although Draco was a little anxious, he was not panicked. He had been taught a lesson by Alice countless times this month.

Seeing that the Disarming Spell could not beat Harry, his spellcasting was also much worse.

So he quickly changed his method.

Draco quickly moved to avoid the second Disarming Spell that Harry skillfully fired. Draco raised his wand and shook it, using his best Summoning Spell.

"The dragon is out of the hole!"

A three-meter-long snake appeared out of thin air, and it opened its huge mouth and bit Harry. Its inch-long fangs were frightening.

Harry was not afraid of snakes, he could communicate with snakes, but now he was fighting in person, and he didn't know that the Parseltongue talent passed on to Voldemort could command snakes.

So he fired the spell decisively.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

A series of red lights kept repelling the snake that pounced on him. The snake was beaten to pieces, bleeding, and several of its fangs were broken.

It can be seen that Harry's Disarming Spell is already quite powerful.

One trick, eat all the world.

Harry was concentrating on dealing with the snake, and suddenly heard Draco not far away chanting the spell that still makes him ashamed.

"Hanging in the air!"

From that day on, Harry wore trousers under his robes every day, and it didn't matter if it was a little hot.

He quickly rolled backwards and headed towards Draco without even looking at him.A disarming spell was quickly fired at the place where the sound came from.

This time, in his anxiety, Harry actually cast the spell silently.

Shaw's eyes condensed, he touched his chin and pondered, and McGonagall in the corner did the same, feeling incredible.

Draco was feeling proud, after all, he made Harry look bad again, and he was about to make up another upside-down golden bell.

This kid's psychology is complicated enough. He cherishes the friendship of friends and wants to pursue supreme glory.

But Draco didn't expect that Harry would shoot a thumb-thick red light spell while rolling, and "bang" knocked him out, and the wand in his hand was thrown out and fell to Harry's side.

Harry got up from the ground in a mess, adjusted his crooked glasses, and picked up Draco's wand again.

Looking at the big snake that was not dead yet, he quickly made up two disarming spells.

Seeing that the snake was dead, Harry was relieved. He looked up at Draco who was sitting on the ground in a daze. He quickly ran over and stretched out his hand to help him, and said with concern.

"Draco, are you okay?"

Draco, with his hair drooping, shook his head and nodded.

"It hurts a little, ah! No! Harry, you just cast a spell silently."

Harry also reacted at this time, and his face immediately showed ecstasy.

"It seems to be true, ha, I did it, I did it."

While Harry was happy, he couldn't help but look at the platform, and saw Shaw smiling at him gently.

Harry immediately felt that the fatigue just now disappeared, and his mood, which had been gloomy for many days, also improved.

Although Draco lost, he was happy for his friend at this time.

"Harry, you are awesome, you must be one of the ten people who first reached the fourth-level disarming spell, but the power seems not as good as the chief."

Harry turned around and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"It's already very good. I've read a spell book that says the power of a spell is proportional to the magic reserve and instantaneous output."

"Wow, you know this, ..."

"You should go down."

The two chatted endlessly, and the announcer hurriedly drove them away and announced the results.

"First game, Gryffindor wins! One point!"

Draco's face suddenly turned pale when he heard this, and fear flashed in his eyes.

Before the game, Alice said that whoever loses in the Snake House will have to wash the toilet with bare hands!

This is nothing, but the main reason is that he will be ashamed of Shaw's appreciation.

Harry hugged Draco, who was shaking and almost fell down, and walked to the stage, while caring.

"Draco, are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength just now."

Draco didn't want to show his weakness in front of Harry, so he threw his platinum hair back and raised his little chin proudly.

"No, it's okay. I'm very strong."

Harry: "That's good. Your face is dirty. I'll wipe it for you."

In the crowd, the little snakes were very depressed, but no one condemned Draco. After all, the level of the two was at least third grade, and the victory or defeat was a matter of a moment.

And the little lion began to cheer Harry's name loudly.

In the corner, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but waved her fist. She realized that she was a little out of control, and quickly looked around. Fortunately, no one noticed.

Behind the crowd, Ron was gnashing his teeth and muttered in a low voice: "What's so great? If it's my turn, I can beat that golden-haired boy to the ground."

As Harry and Draco left the stage, the announcer continued to announce.

"Second game, Gryffindor: Seamus Finnigan. Slytherin: Theodore Nott."