The end of the year at Hogwarts is over.

As the graduates cried tears at the end of the school song, the students finally felt the end of the semester.

After leaving the auditorium, the Year 7 students wandered around the castle, greedily touching and looking at the familiar surroundings as if to imprint them in the depths of their souls, until Argus Filch reluctantly returned to their common rooms to begin packing their belongings, waving a lantern and starting to drive them away.

It seems that all of a sudden, all the wardrobes in the dormitory are empty.

Magic books, clothes, utensils, pen and paper, and other knick-knacks were all stuffed into the suitcase, and Seamus wanted to cast a spell on his suitcase to make it lighter, but something went wrong and almost set his bed on fire.

On the other hand, holiday notices were also sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

According to Grindelwald, this is the only improvement the Ministry of Magic has made over the years.

Each notification carries a magical contract, or "trace", that will be used by young wizards to detect magical activity around them from the time they read it until they reach adulthood.

This is a surveillance, but also an extremely effective form of protection, which can detect spells from wizards under the age of seventeen performing magical activities with great accuracy, and if a young wizard or someone around him casts a spell, as long as it is still in the United Kingdom, the Ministry of Magic can quickly detect - and even discern what the content of the spell is.

Of course, this is mainly for children who live in the non-magical world.

For those young wizards from wizarding families, parents only need to report to the Ministry of Magic once in advance (in most cases, the school will do it for them when they enroll), and the Ministry of Magic will not pay too much attention to the traces of these little ones - unless the traces show signs of the release of the Unforgivable Spell around them.

Regardless, the colourful and exciting life at Hogwarts is over for the time being.

In the Hogwarts School auditorium, breakfast time was over, and Dumbledore did not return to his office as usual, but still sat in the faculty seat, staring at the empty auditorium in amazement.

Although for the old wizard, he has been through such things for decades.

But whenever the holidays came and the students left the school, Dumbledore's heart was still a little empty, and he only hoped that the long summer vacation would pass early and the students would be able to return to the castle again.

The departure time for the Hogwarts Express is at 10 a.m. in Hogsmeade Village.

Albus Dumbledore didn't have to stand on the terrace to imagine what would be like at the gates of Hogwarts today.

There was no doubt that the school gates were crowded with students waiting to ride the Thestrals to Hogsmeade Station, and even earlier the freshmen had followed Hagrid to the fleet across the lake.

If you count the time, they are almost at the train station in Hogsmeade.

Boom!

BOOM!

At this moment, a violent explosion was faintly heard outside the auditorium.

Before the old wizard could react, in the central aisle of the hall not far in front of him, a house-elf suddenly appeared in front of Dumbledore, holding a letter in his hand, and looked at Dumbledore with a worried face.

"Deng, Professor Dumbledore, I just received a letter from Miss Caslana......"

The poor house-elf swallowed and said cautiously.

"Miss Kaslana said in her letter that this morning, there may be a magical brawl covering the four houses at the gates of Hogwarts, and in order not to delay everyone's boarding time, she will maintain order on the spot, please do not ......"

"Magic...... Smash Bros. Covered ...... Four colleges?"

The expression on Dumbledore's face froze slightly, and he repeated with some confusion.

Immediately afterward, the old wizard instantly reacted to the meaning behind the word, as well as the possible scene outside the door at this time, stood up suddenly, drew his wand and hurriedly ran towards the outside of the auditorium, his face a little hideous.

What the hell did Elena Kaslana, this little devil, do......

......

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of Hogwarts School.

"Hufflepuff students, please choose the faction you want to join if you want to participate in the arena confrontation, if you want to watch the first Lion Serpent Tournament, you can stand outside the red line and cast a protective spell on yourself, if you want to go to Hogsmeade Station, please wait in line for the school's carriage on my right......"

Elena held the same magic amplified microphone that Lee Jordan usually used to explain when he was commenting on Quidditch matches, like a dedicated arena NPC, quickly explaining what was happening to avoid causing panic among the students.

Not far in front of her, red lines carved the field into a huge battle area.

Just a few minutes earlier, the Gryffindor and Slatterin students had entered the camp and begun to use wizarding methods to settle the grievances that had accumulated over the past year, and even in the years that had accumulated before.

Compared to the traditional single-player duel in the wizarding world, this time it adopts an indiscriminate team battle mode.

Each wizard only has one chance to play, and once knocked down, they will be immediately removed from the field by the house-elves waiting next to them, and transferred to the "graveyard" area for healing and recovery, and the way to determine victory is also very simple, which side of the wizard standing in the field at the end represents which side wins in the end.

At Elena's request, all must swear by their wands before taking the field:

"Regardless of the outcome or defeat of the battle, no matter what happens in the duel, when the arena closes, all grievances will be written off, and any attempt to perpetuate the hatred, or retaliate afterwards, will be spurned by all. ”

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin were very satisfied with this arrangement.

Although the experienced Gryffindor is slightly better in terms of dueling skills, with the Ravenclaw boys led by Roger Davis joining the Slytherin faction, the strength of the two sides has reached almost equal levels.

At the beginning, Ravenclaw's "Miss Peach", Penelope and others also wanted to help their boyfriends immediately, but unfortunately all of them were politely rejected by the proud lion cubs.

According to George Weasley – "It's a conversation that belongs to a man to a man." ”

However, as several of the Weasleys boys were successively brought down by a dense salvo of magic, the Ravenclaw girls standing next to them finally couldn't help it, and after briefly asking the rules, they excitedly drew their wands and joined the fight.

As for the little wizards of Hufflepuff House, naturally some of them couldn't stand the call of friends in the arena and joined the two camps according to their own preferences - anyway, Hufflepuff doesn't fight Hufflepuffs, as for Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw, the little badgers have never forgotten the fact that these three houses stole vegetables and scraped the ground.

The entire arena soon became a complete mess, with the students of the two huge camps of "green, yellow and blue" and "red, yellow and blue" colliding together, with people constantly falling and disappearing, and new students constantly filling the battlefield.

The only thing that luckily amnes, Elena has a rule that it is strictly forbidden to fight with her fists.

However, any little wizard who tries to challenge this rule will suddenly appear in a cave under his feet and devour them, count them directly as the dead, and then be transferred to the cemetery area by the house-elves for resettlement.

The total number of students at Hogwarts is not too much, and the number of people who are willing to participate in the PVP arena is naturally even less, under Elena's "graveyard rules" and "plot killing" control, a small magic battlefield with a scale of two or three hundred people actually can't last too long - after all, most of the little wizards are essentially small crispy skins with high offense and low defense.

Therefore, by the time Dumbledore arrived at the school gates, the battle was almost coming to an end.

"Stop!

"Yo, Professor Dumbledore, you're here. ”

Elena glanced at the panting Headmaster of Hogwarts and smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry, everything is under control, this duel will be over soon...... Hmm, okay. In case you insist, I declare - Time Over - this round is over!"

Capturing the gloomy look on the old wizard's face that was about to kill, Elena shrugged her shoulders a little helplessly, took out her wand and waved it lightly, and dozens of cylindrical earthen pillars slowly rose in the center of the open field.

As Elena's magic split the entire field, the confrontation came to an almost instantaneous halt.

After all this period of intense practice, Elena is now no less than most wizards who specialize in Transfiguration in this simple field shaping, after all, her casting method is slightly different from regular Transfiguration.

"You see, as I said, it's not dangerous at all—"

The young wizards turned their heads to look at Elena, who was standing at the door of Hogwarts.

Noticing the gaze around her, Elena took advantage of Dumbledore's lack of complete logic, suddenly picked up the metal magic microphone in her hand, turned her head and shouted at the group of stunned students.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you get in the carriage and go to the train station, do you want to stay and be caught by Professor Dumbledore and locked up for a summer vacation?

With Elena's voice, the little wizards gathered in the center of the venue dispersed in an instant.

The changes brought about by this semester are not only reflected in the knowledge or ability of the students, but also how to quickly evacuate after the fact, or how to skillfully dance on the loopholes in the rules......

Imperceptibly, the students of Hogwarts are very different from those good children of a year ago.

"Ahem, then, Professor Dumbledore, we'll ...... next semester"

"Miss Kaslana, you don't have to get on the train today, I'll take you home myself later. ”

Albus Dumbledore stretched out his hand expressionlessly, stopping a certain white-haired ball that was about to take advantage of the chaos and follow the crowd, and a cold light flashed on the half-crescent-shaped lens.

"I think we'll have to talk about it......"