Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In front of the Gryffindor team, Seamus confidently kept fist-bumping with the little lion who came to cheer him on, and he kept saying that he was waiting to see me kill everyone!

The Slytherin side was much quieter.

First, the little snakes are like this by nature, either they are as passionate as a middle school boy, or they are very reserved.

Second, Theodore was not sociable, and only her sister Gloria said to him very seriously: "Don't lose the face of the Nott family."

Theodore's face was pale, and there was no emotion at all. Alice next to him said at this time.

"Win this duel."

"Yeah."

Theodore's eyes were still calm, and he nodded slightly, then walked lightly to the ring, like a gust of floating catkins blown by the wind.

Gloria was so angry, who is your sister? She wanted to glare at Alice, but she didn't dare.

Although Alice is usually elegant and virtuous, she is noble, but when she gets crazy, she really doesn't recognize her relatives, and she will slap you if she says so.

Theodore came to the ring. Although his body was thin, he stood as straight as a pine tree.

He pulled out the silver-white wand that looked like bone jade and pointed it at the ground, and waited quietly for Seamus who was still having fun in the crowd.

Seamus came to the stage with a red face and greeted Theodore.

"Hey, buddy, why don't you admit defeat? My explosion spell is really powerful, but I can't control it well. I'm afraid of hurting you."

Theodore remained silent, just turned around and walked back, holding the wand upright in front of him with his back turned, and his eyes became sharp.

The meaning of this action is self-evident.

"Okay, don't blame me if you get hurt by mistake later."

Seamus shrugged and could only follow the process. He also stepped back a few steps and held up the wand.

The announcer began to count down.

"Three, two, one, start!"

"Thunder Explosion!"

Seamus started with the innate spell, and a yellow ball the size of a head quickly shot towards Theodore.

Shaw on the platform estimated that it was a third-level explosion spell.

He thought that this kid could be trained to be a thug.

At this time, Theodore was not in a hurry and cast the spell calmly.

"Armor protection!"

A blue shield appeared, and it did not appear in front of Theodore, but in the center of the field. As soon as the shield appeared, it intercepted the explosion spell in advance.

"Boom!"

The yellow light exploded, the blue shield shattered, and the shock wave blew small holes in the ground.

Theodore's choice was very wise. If he had set up a shield in front of him, he would probably be affected by the aftermath of the explosion. Although he would not be defeated, he would be in a very embarrassing situation.

This scene of the first-year duel shocked many senior students in the audience. Is this still a first-year duel?

The Shield Charm is not only difficult for first-year students, but also for senior students and even many adult wizards after graduation. However, Theodore can use it so easily. Even if he is gifted, he must have spent more energy and sweat behind the scenes.

Cedric, who came to watch the fun, shouted: "So strong!"

The handsome and best student in Badger College dropped the nuts in his mouth on the ground. He suddenly felt bad.

In the past, when everyone was not interested, even if the little badgers were mediocre, the gap could be seen.

But the duel between Harry and Draco just now surprised Cedric, and he comforted himself that this was just an example, like himself.

But now there are still little wizards of this level, and Cedric didn't know what to think for a while.

In the field.

Seeing that his Explosion Charm, which was comparable to that of senior students, was broken, Seamus hurriedly chanted the spell again in a panic.

"Thunder Explosion!"

Theodore did not retreat but advanced, running towards Seamus with light steps, his figure as light as floating catkins. While running along the Z-shaped route, he also began to chant a spell.

"Flocks of birds!"

A group of chirping birds with dazzling golden light led the way in front of him. These golden birds were not solid, but each of them was very large.

This successfully blocked Seamus's vision, which was also Theodore's strategy.

Sure enough, after Seamus chanted the explosion spell, the magic wand suddenly didn't know where to aim, so he could only aim at random.

"Boom boom boom!"

The yellow light ball hit the center of the flock of birds, and the huge power exploded the golden birds one by one, instantly turning them into ashes, and also exploded a large cloud of dust.

Seamus saw this effect and couldn't help but be proud.

But the next moment, he saw Theodore with a cold expression, rushing out from the smoke and dust, and the tip of the wand was quickly raised.

"Disarm you!"

A ball of red light quickly hit Seamus who was still grinning. Theodore's disarming spell was just normal in power. After knocking Seamus' wand away, it had no extra effect.

But it didn't need to be fancy. He didn't care. As long as he could win, that was enough.

Theodore handed the disarming wand back to Seamus and said in a cold voice.

"You, lost."

Seamus's face turned red and a little hot.

Looking at Theodore's cold eyes,God, he couldn't say anything to get into trouble, he just took the wand stupidly.

He still couldn't believe that he lost so quickly, which was different from the plot he had imagined.

Theodore glanced at him indifferently, then turned and walked under the ring. The breeze lifted the hem of his school uniform, making him look elegant and untouched by the world.

Many little girls hadn't noticed Theodore's abstinence before, and their eyes lit up immediately.

Seamus also returned to the Gryffindor crowd with a look of disappointment.

"Hey, Seamus, you've blown your own trumpet."

"Seamus, you made us lose a point, ah, I don't want to wash underwear for those venomous tongues."

"Seamus, you made me lose another 10 Sickles, pay me back..."

Harry saw that Seamus was about to cry, and felt a little empathetic, so he quickly stepped forward and pulled Seamus aside.

"Don't be discouraged. It's okay to lose. Just win next time."

Seamus nodded reluctantly, still looking very uncomfortable.

Harry said patiently.

"I also found that the innate spell is useful but not flexible in this duel. I still need to learn other spells to help."

Seamus didn't say anything, but a teasing voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Seamus, the king of boasting, is about to cry. Hey, Harry, you are just lucky. You are confident that you can become a professor. Ha."

Harry's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, and he pulled Seamus who wanted to settle accounts with Ron.

"Don't be impulsive, you are just a mouth cannon player."

Ron behind him looked constipated, and he almost choked himself to death when he wanted to continue to mock.

On the Slytherin side, Theodore was not received very warmly after returning.

Her sister was too lazy to pay attention to her rebellious brother at this time.

Theodore didn't care, just nodded slightly to Alice, and left on his own, ready to find a place to practice spells.

On the high platform, Shaw and Theodore who passed by nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

A lone minister can be trusted with life.

After the announcer announced that Slytherin won the second game and scored one point, he announced the next group of duelists.

"The third game, Gryffindor: Parvati Patil, Slytherin: Pansy Parkinson."

The word fairness does not exist. Judging from the three first-year contestants in Slytherin, they are all born of pure blood.

Although these little wizards' parents generally don't teach them serious spells when they are preschool, they are naturally more knowledgeable than other ordinary little wizards under the influence of their parents. When they really want to study seriously, these advantages will stand out.

Why did Voldemort slice? As an orphan, it was a matter of knowledge.

Don't other old families have books on Horcruxes? Why don't many people dare to use it?

Parkinson's talent is actually average, but she can't stand the guidance of the senior pure-blood students in the "Anti-Xiao Army".

So this time, this lion-headed girl won the third place in the internal competition.

Pansy glared at her childhood sweetheart Draco and lip-synced: failed traitor, watch me!

Then she walked towards the ring with a higher pointed chin.

Draco almost ran away in anger, but he thought about it and held back. He sighed in his heart, some things can't go back.

Parvati is an Indian girl. Although her skin is slightly dark, she is very beautiful. The decoration hanging on her nostrils is bilingbiling, full of exotic style.

After greeting the sisters, she also walked onto the stage confidently. She had a good manner and obviously came from an extraordinary family. She said to Pansy enthusiastically.

"My name is Parvati Patil. Please give me more advice."

Pansy sneered at the other party with her nose.

"Hmph."

Parvati's expression immediately turned ugly and serious, and without saying a word, she began to prepare for the duel.

"Three, two, one! Start!"