Chapter 487: Provocation

readx;?ā€œ I'm going to start training next week. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info," Harry said. "By the way, don't tell anyone just yet, Wood wants us to keep it a secret."

Fried and George walked into the hall, and they spotted Harry and walked over.

"Well done, little one!" George whispered. "Wood told us all. We're on the same team now - man! ā€

"I'm telling you, we're going to have to take the trophy from the Fast Diss this year." "We haven't won a single time since Charlie left school," Fried said. But this year is different, and we have to surprise them! Harry, you're going to have to do a good job, Wood expects so much from you, he almost jumped to tell us this. ā€

"Alright, we have to go. Lee Jordan thinks he's found a secret way to the outside of the school. ā€

"I'd say the one we found in the first week, right behind that abominable statue of Gregory. Well, here we go, goodbye! ā€

No sooner had Fred and George walked on the front foot than several undesirable figures appeared on the back foot: Malf came with Cleber and Goyle escorting him.

"Eating your last supper? Porter? When are you going to take the train back to your Mag world? ā€

"It was your luck to let you escape just now. What, what are you doing with your pig and dog? Underwhelming? ā€

Harry replied coldly.

Of course, he didn't take Kleber and Goyle seriously, because there were so many teachers in this hall that both sides could only pinch their knuckles and wrinkle their brows at each other.

"I'm here to help!" "How's it going to be tonight?" The two of us have a duel between wizards. Only magic wands are allowed, and no helpers are allowed. What do you think? I don't even know what a dueling between wizards is, do you? ā€

"Of course he does." Wu Mo said, "I am his substitute, what about your substitute?" Who is it? ā€

Malf looked at Kleber and Goyle, and made an assessment of them.

"Cleber is my replacement." He said, "Then let's make an appointment at midnight." We'll see you in the souvenir room, which is often unlocked. ā€

After Malf was gone, Ron and Harry looked at me.

"What is a duel between wizards?" Harry asked. "Also, why do you say you're my replacement?"

"Oh, the so-called substitute is the one who will take over from you and continue to fight after you die in battle." Wu Mo said casually, picked up his piece of cold pancake and stuffed it into his mouth.

After glancing at Harry's expression, Ron quickly added, "Usually only very special duels kill people!" Only true wizards have this ability. You and Marff are going to fight each other at most. After all, neither of you knows anything about real witchcraft that can kill. I think that guy has a thousand hopes that you will exit and refuse his challenge. ā€

These things, of course, are things in Wu Mo's memory.

The reason why he wanted to be a substitute for Harry Potter was because he always felt that something was going to happen next, but he didn't know exactly what would happen.

As for Ron, he didn't want Ron to get involved.

One Harry was enough for him, and with one Ron, it would be even more troublesome.

"What if my wand doesn't help me?"

"Then just throw away the wand and punch that guy in the nose!" Wu Mohaha laughed and gave Harry an idea.

"Excuse me."

The three of them looked up, and it turned out to be Hermione.

"Can't we just have a quiet dinner?" Ron said.

Hermione ignored him, and she said to Harry, "I heard you and Malf talking just now......"

"I wish you hadn't heard." Ron muttered.

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ You'd better not get up at night and walk around the school. If you get caught, think about how many points Greenington will lose because of you! You have to be responsible for it!

Hmph, you're so selfish! "It's none of your business either way!" Harry replied.

"Goodbye!" Ron said.

To be honest, Wu Mo also thinks that Hermione is not as cute as in the movie, of course, it has nothing to do with him.

Harry had been in bed for a long time at night, and he hadn't fallen asleep.

Dean and Seamus were already asleep (Neville was still in the infirmary).

Wu Mo seemed to be asleep, but he was secretly vigilant about everything around him.

Because he didn't know what was going to happen, he had to be careful.

Harry thought, what a lot had happened today!

Ron had been babbling on and on for ideas, such as "If that guy wants to curse you, you'll have to get out of the way, because I don't know how to break the curse." ā€

If they sneak out tonight, there's a good chance they'll be caught by the hateful Administrator Fitz and his Lady Norris.

Harry felt like he was gambling on his luck.

Is there another discipline to be violated today?

But Malve's sneering face kept coming out of the darkness - and it was a good opportunity to take Malf down directly and face to face.

Harry really didn't want to miss it.

"It's half past eleven." Wu Mo leaned over and said, "It's time for us to leave." ā€

They quickly put on their clothes, picked up their magic wands, and tiptoed out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase to the common room.

There were still some embers in the stove that had not burned out, and a long black shadow dragged behind all the chairs in the faint light.

As they reached the portrait at the exit, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the chair: "Harry, I can't believe you did something like that!" ā€

With a "snap", someone lit a lamp.

It's Hermione!

She wore a pink coat and frowned at the two of them.

At the same time, there was also Ron.

"You!" Ron yelled angrily, "Get back to your bed!" ā€

"I'll tell your brother!" Hermione was annoyed, "Looks like I should have told the squad leader, Birch, he'd definitely stop you guys from doing that!" ā€

Harry felt that there was no one in the world more upsetting than Hermione.

"Let's go!" Harry greeted Wu Mo.

He pushed away the portrait where the fat aunt lived and climbed the entrance and exit.

Hermione wasn't willing to let the two of them go so easily.

She climbed into the exit, following Harry closely.

As she crawled, she kept talking like an angry she-goose: "Hmph, have you ever thought about Greenington's reputation?"

Have you ever thought about yourself? I don't want the Schlindling guys to win Hausling.

Hmph, the extra points I earned from Professor McConaughey last time in the Transfiguration Contest are going to be lost to you now. ā€

(To be continued.) )