Harry and Malfoy looked nervous

Ron took Hermione and Neville, as well as Saori and Yao Shunyu, to get out of the way

Malfoy over there motioned for his henchman to step down

Only two people were left in the center of the room, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy

"I'll talk about the rules first, don't use the death curse, the same goes for the unforgivable curse, but you don't have to, even if you will, you won't be able to cause any substantial damage, the attack point is up, and your life is not in danger" In the face of everyone's questions, the north continued, "You two are at least five years old if you want to duel, what will you do now, turn the mouse into an embroidery needle, or a matchbox, do you think the magic that Rocky taught you can beat a little nosebleed from you?" ”

In the face of the North's words, everyone realized the truth of what the North said, and indeed their magic level was the power of a side mouse as a matchbox.

"Man, if you can't use your fists, that's just my opinion," the North said, giving up the venue to Harry and Draco.

Harry turned out to be a Gryffindor, tossed his wand to Ron, and beckoned to Malfoy, "Come on, Malfoy is like a man"

Malfoy was provoked by Harry and handed his wand to Goyle, "I won't be afraid of you"

The north goes to the middle

Both of you are ready

"Ready"

"Okay"

Both of them are a bit empty

Beibei smiled and continued, "Since everything is ready, then I will start shouting"

“3”

“2”

“1”

Start

while

Harry took the lead, and with unstoppable momentum, only in front of Malfoy, it was an old punch that shone in Malfoy's face.

Malfoy didn't expect Harry to come so quickly, but he dodged it, clenched his fist and returned it to Harry's face.

The fists of the two quickly greeted each other

The Gryffindors cheered on Harry

"Harry, force"

"Beat him"

"Kick Him"

Crabbe and Goyle on Malfoy's side also chanted

"Boss, beat him"

"Hit, hit, hit"

The shouts of killing were deafening, and the north rubbed his nose to see the excitement.

The battle lasted five minutes

Eventually, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were two maggots rolling on the ground, entangled.

Keep going with time

The two men began to dress roughly

Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm

Malfoy grabbed Harry's big leg

This body

It's a rarity

The North pulled out the magic camera that had been prepared long ago

"Click"

A burst of photographs

Record the whole picture

Looking at the two on the ground, the north calculated the time, and it was almost over, and quietly removed his mute enchantment.

Soon Filch's roar could be heard outside

"Who's over there, Peeves, if it's you, hurry up and get out of here"

Harry and Malfoy on the ground looked at each other and quickly parted

The North deliberately pretended to be disappointed and sighed, "It seems that this is the only way to go today, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy drew their first duel"

After speaking, Beifang walked quickly to the door and waved to the group of people who were still confused, "Yo roar, I'll go first, Filch will be here for a maximum of 30 seconds."

The figure of the North disappeared in the doorway, and the astute Yao Shunyu grabbed Neville beside him and walked out of the room, followed by Harry and Ron.

Malfoy rubbed his face and evacuated with his roots, since Gryffindor was a repeat offender and the focus of Filch's patrol, Harry and his party didn't have long to go before they almost ran into Filch, but Lowe

"They're somewhere here," they heard him mumble under his breath, "probably hiding, go ahead and sniff the darling, and see where they are"

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer, Harry spotted a direction and continued to run with the group, fleeing desperately until he reached the end of the hallway, where he slammed into a door that was locked. "It's over!" Ron whimpered. They pushed the door in despair. "We're finished! Death is on the verge of death!" They heard footsteps, and Filch was following Madame Loss's sense of smell. "Oh, come here." Hermione said roughly. She snatched Harry's wand, knocked on the door, and whispered, "Alaho Cave Open!" The lock clicked, and the door suddenly opened—and they rushed in, quickly closing it, putting their ears to it, and listening.

Having not smelled the scent, Madame Rose lingered here for a while, and then left with Filch.

"He thought the door was locked," Harry whispered, "I think we're going to be okay - go away, Neville!" Neville kept tugging at the sleeves of Harry's robes. "What's wrong?"

Harry turned—he saw it, he saw it clearly. For a moment, he believed he must have walked into a nightmare – after so much had already happened, it was simply too much.

They weren't in the same room as he thought they were. They were in a hallway. It's the no-go corridor on the fourth floor. Now they know why it's off-limits.

They were facing the eyes of a large, monstrous dog that was so big that it filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor. It had three heads, three pairs of vicious eyes that were spinning and turning, three noses—twitching and trembling in their direction, and three drooling mouths that hung from the yellowed dog's teeth like slimy ropes.

It stood motionless, all six eyes staring at them. Harry knew that the only reason they weren't dead was because they had taken it by surprise when they suddenly appeared. But it was quickly coming back to its senses, and it was all too clear what that deafening roar meant.

Harry fumbled to twist the doorknob - between Filch and death, he would rather choose Filch.

They stepped back—Harry slamming the door shut. They went back into the hallway, and they ran away, literally running. Filch must have been too busy looking for them elsewhere, they didn't see him, and they didn't care—they only wanted to get away from the monster as far as they could.

The North looked at the speed of Harry's galloping, silently took out two radishes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and handed one to the side, "Old bee, you haven't been short to watch the show, let's have some supper"

Dumbledore's voice appeared next to the north, he took the radish from the north and took a bite, "Well, my God, it's so delicious, it's not an ordinary mortal thing."

"Of course, this is what the elves supplied to Odin, the father of the Norse gods, and I took it out of his warehouse, can it not be delicious?"

Odin, the father of the Norse gods? Dumbledore's eyes widened as if he had heard an incredible story.

"Old bee, your dog is not bad."

To be continued