The battles in the seventh and fourth years were no more intense and exciting than those in the fifth and sixth grades, because there were no strong characters such as Luna, Hermione, and Draco in these two grades, and the young wizards who had already experienced two fierce competitions with different styles felt that both games were dull and boring.

It's just that there was a little farce at the end of the seventh-grade battle.

The last surviving members of the camp were in the fifth grade. Eddie Cmitchell, who got twelve excellent male sorcerers during the LS exam, completely ignored the fact that the other party already had a Quidditch professional athlete boyfriend, and took the initiative to give the final victory to the beautiful girl Cho Chang, who has been protected by him on the field.

"Chamie is a shameful liar!" He said that his good grades were all due to the use of Baffy's Brain Booster, and he also tried to sell it to his younger siblings, but fortunately, Gryffindor's female prefect Granger confiscated all his potions and poured them all down the toilet!" "Mitchell's performance at this time made Marietta Ekmo, who was knocked away by a spell from Citchell at the beginning of the battle, and had reddish blonde curly hair, was not in the mood to celebrate for her best friend Cho Chang, but was very annoyed and dissatisfied.

The purple pus on Marietta's face that had been covered by the whistleblowing incident last semester had disappeared with Dumbledore's hasty help, and she could only faintly see some slight scars, and what the angry seventh-year Ravenclaw girl didn't know was that the list that made her embarrassed in public was none other than what she called Hermione Brown, the Gryffindor prefect. Granger, while helping her friend Harry make this list, Hermione also added a tenacity spell to the curse, and it would take some time for the scars to disappear completely.

As for the wizards in the final third year, this melee is more like a farce, after watching the melee of the senior wizards, at the beginning, they can also cast a few basic spells against each other, but as a third-year student who has just started to have elective courses, the types of spells and the power of spells are limited.

When each other was on fire, some even threw away their wands and began to teach others how to behave with their fists like Muggles, which caused more people to follow suit, and finally the scene became a fight between you and me - so that in the end they were not seriously injured, but they looked very embarrassed on the outside, either with black eyes, or missing teeth, and their clothes were crooked and even torn.

This also made Alan have to stop the farce early, the three Alens were a little scrambling to treat the injuries of this group of young wizards and make a financial compensation, and Allen, who failed to choose the final candidate, could only directly let the fourth-grade teaching assistant manage them in the end.

"Congratulations to you and to my new TAs on standing out. At the same time, I think you must have your own perception of this way of fighting by this time. We hold this kind of event once a month, and the person who stays at the end of each time is my teaching assistant. At the end of the semester, I'll arrange for all of you to have another melee regardless of grade. When the battle was finally over, Eren let his doppelganger and mirror image disappear completely, falling from the sky that had been floating.

"It's just pretty cool. Michael Corner moved his healed arm, "It's like a real battle, whether it's a Defence Against the Dark Arts class or the occasional fight, we're dueling one-on-one under very fair conditions, and we don't need to think about the terrain, the strength of the strength, or the retention of physical strength." And in this melee, you don't know where the spell will come from, not just worry about an opponent, how to retain physical strength, not attract hatred, etc., are all problems that we will encounter and need to consider in actual combat. ”

"It's going to bleed like this once a month...... Although the wound can be cured...... But it hurts too much before it heals, I just want to get a good night's sleep now......" Allen's former roommate Edward obviously didn't have Michael's excitement, he had just been set on fire by Draco's team once in the battle, and he couldn't help but regret a little regret that he should have saved time to make up for his sleepiness instead of running to get cursed......

And Allen, who was in the center of the field, obviously also detected the thoughts of the little wizards who had the same fear of difficulty as Edward, so he continued: "Of course, because of the big difference in your current strength, although you can get some extra points as a teaching assistant in the combat part of the practical class, if the students who are not confident in their own strength take the initiative to abstain in this activity, it will not affect your grades this year, as long as the usual theory class and ordinary practical class are done well, you can get an excellent one in me." ”

This addition from the professor of the ancient magic class released the fear that many young wizards had in their hearts, and the resistance they had just developed to this course disappeared after a long breath.

"The next class is on Friday. Padma Patil pulled out her timetable and circled the ancient magic lesson with a quill.

"I used to think that Defence Against the Dark Arts was the most interesting class at Hogwarts, but compared to ancient magic classes, it was simply the difference between badminton and rugby......" Colin Creevey sorted through some of the photos he had taken, and the burned Crabbe covered in water covered his private parts with a pained expression.

"Can you give this to me? Without waiting for Colin to respond, Michael pulled the picture from behind from the little Gryffindor videographer, who had a little between his teeth.

For Harry, it seemed destined to be a day that would bring him many feelings.

After several hours of chatting with Ron, who was also in good spirits from the ancient magic class to the Quidditch arrangement, Harry received a letter from Dumbledore inviting him to the headmaster's office for an interview before curfew.

Late at night, Dumbledore sat in the Headmaster's room and picked up a journal with a large hole in the middle, and he looked at it through his half-crescent-shaped glasses and lowered his eyes. There was a knock on the door, and he threw a broken ring into the hole in the notebook and placed it in the drawer under his desk.

"Harry, you've received the letter, come in. Dumbledore looked kindly at Harry as he walked in, "How's it going?"

"Very well, Professor. Harry said.

"Did you still like the lesson?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry couldn't tell for a moment whether Dumbledore was asking about Potions or Ancient Magic.

"Ah, of course, as far as I know, the ancient magic class was enjoyed by all the young wizards who attended, although I personally thought that its process was too dangerous for you students. Dumbledore smiled and said, "What about Potions class?" I know Professor Slughorn couldn't sleep for at least three days because of your unlucky Ron's failed potions, but despite that, he still likes you very much. ”

Harry then remembered what had happened in Potions class, and he laughed awkwardly and politely - he had thought that he was so excited tonight because of the battle in the ancient magic class during the day and because of the strength shown by the members of the training class, but when he heard Dumbledore's reminder, he realized that the water of life and death that failed to boil was the real reason for his high spirits.

Dumbledore's smile was kinder, "So, how are your extracurricular activities?"

"Teach you that...... What does that mean?" Harry didn't quite understand his headmaster's question.

"I've noticed that you're often in and out with Miss Ginny Weasley, so I can't help but speculate. "Dumbledore tilted his head.

"Oh yes, she's great......" Harry chuckled shyly, "You guessed it......"

"You should take Miss Weasley to Madame Parddeff's teahouse on the weekend, and although the seats are a little cramped, everything inside is decorated with beautiful lace, even the little round table, and the sweets thrown by the fat golden angels are of a little worse quality. After saying that, Dumbledore's face became serious again, and he said in a serious tone, "You must be wondering why I invited you over tonight." ”