And Allen, who had already caught up with the red-haired wizard, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog bladder tied to the other party's body, but directly punched Gryffindor's eye socket, making him unable to open one eye for a short time. Gryffindor, who had just barely recaptured the broomstick, lost control again, and the two continued to fly diagonally downwards again.

Before he could punch the second punch sharply, the moment he approached the grass, Alan jerked his broomstick and changed direction in an instant, his expression distorted a little by the sudden change of direction - he felt that his leggings had been worn out.

However, Eren was the first to succeed and began to return to Skyrim.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, was forced to slide a short distance on the ground with his feet, his forehead bruised by the exertion, and finally he yelled, "♂ Ah ♂!" Then he forced himself to jump up with a hard kick, and then he barely managed to operate the broomstick, which looked even more tattered, back into the air. His leather boots without soles had already opened their mouths, and his legs were splattered with mud from the gliding he had just done, which also made him look inferior.

The two of them, who were flying at a much slower speed than they had just fallen, returned to the sky, and even though they had already hit the blood, they could not ignore the indescribable tingling sensation from the great ups and downs. They bared their teeth and grimaced faces, but as they approached each other, they used their bodies to block each other's heavy blows, while trying to puncture each other's warthog bladders. The duel became more intense and more brutal.

"Boy, you've done a good job!" Gryffindor grabbed the broomstick and gasped, the wound on his head that had been ripped open by the vigorous movement, and blood was pouring out of his swollen eye, making it impossible to open it completely.

"Middle-aged bearded, your thighs are starting to tremble, it's not good there. Alan took the broom with another hand, and the hand that had just held the broom was numb, and it was already bleeding from the action.

"Oh, it's so thrilling. But that's not going to work!" said the host after relieving himself, listening to his tone, he obviously felt palpitations, "As a man, I feel the same way. ”

And Ravenclaw, who was on the field, also watched the situation under the hem of Allen's tight leather jacket from below, knowing that the other party did not use the cushion charm as she designed - which made her a little angry with Allen, thinking that he was influenced by Godric?? The influence of Gryffindor is stupid there.

Alan and Gryffindor's injuries to each other at this time were actually not too serious, but they fought each other more fiercely. The two men went head-to-head again, their bodies slamming into each other and flying upside down against each other, their broomsticks shaking even harder. Seeing that Gryffindor was bleeding, he didn't take a half step back, but gritted his teeth and rushed up again with red eyes.

Allen's arm was numb from the force just now, but the broomstick, which was about to collapse, was still able to deftly make a sharp turn to evade Gryffindor's pursuit again. Gryffindor felt like he was about to break because he forcibly followed Alan to change direction in a row, and the burning pain that made him have to hunch over and lie on the broom and tremble slightly to feel some relief.

"Boy, don't you hurt yourself?" Quickffindor once again blocked Allen's attack with his body, his flank bleeding from the tip of Allen's broomstick.

"My own wand is different from your wooden wand, made of Mithril, and it is thirteen inches, and it is ...... longer than you," Alan sneered, holding back the pain, raising the corners of his mouth - after all, he was better at flying, and he was not as strong as Gryffindor, so he actually took much less damage than the other party.

Godric?? Gryffindor was stunned for a moment, but instantly understood the meaning of the other party's words, roared angrily, and rushed over again. Alan didn't dodge anymore, but rushed towards Gryffindor as well, and the two became entangled again......

"Rowena, didn't you say Godric was going to lose?" Hufflepuff clenched his fists nervously and worriedly.

Ravenclaw's slender fingers were together: "He's useless." ”

After the two separated again, neither immediately turned around and chased after the other, but invariably turned their backs to each other and distanced themselves in opposite directions - the time had come for a duel.

Alan knew that his damaged broom could last longer than Gryffindor's, but he had no intention of taking advantage of it, and despite this collision, Gryffindor was strong and had an advantage, but Alan still decided to go hard, he held the broom and turned his head around, staring at the Gryffindor who had done the same thing as him.

This time, they bowed to each other on broomsticks and nodded—and then flew straight toward each other at full speed.

The tail branch of the Gryffindor broom scattered even more, and blood splattered in the air behind him. The texture of the broom he was holding in his hand was no longer smooth, and the entire broom had cracks, and Gryffindor knew that if he hit it like this, the broom would inevitably shatter, but with such a respectable opponent and for the honor of the warriors, he must not retreat.

His attention was focused on Alan, the muscles on his face tensed - the two people who looked at each other invariably increased the speed of their flight, and neither of them had any intention of avoiding it.

"Merlin, if I'm not mistaken, this wonderful and painful duel is about to be decided. Just bumped into it like this, even if it's as strong as Godric?? Gryffindor, I'm afraid, can't bear it either, maybe there will be casualties. The host said with some concern.

In the audience, Hufflepuff clenched her wand and stood up, and Ravenclaura, squinting her eyes and sternly, followed her up.

"It's very brave, but I've never seen a duel with a broomstick so ferocious and intense. For the sake of victory, for the sake of honor, these two men acted as if they didn't care about their lives anymore!" the host's magically amplified voice echoed through the arena, "both of them were injured, and blood was flowing everywhere...... So who's going to win?!"

The attention of all the spectators was on the two people flying opposite each other in the air, and everyone understood the consequences of such a violent impact. Everyone held their breath and watched the two warriors, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

And at this time, Alan?? Harris and Godric?? Gryffindor, the two of them approached quickly, and finally slammed into each other, and the thud could be heard throughout the arena, and there was a cry of surprise and lamentation from the audience.

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