It was eight o'clock in the evening.

The clean night sky was as clean as a black gem, and the students who had just been tossed and beaten half-dead in the afternoon potions class rushed to the auditorium with their wands as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Tonight was the first assembly of the Dueling Club, and the rough parchment was already plastered all over the campus, and no one who was a Hogwarts student would not be aware of the assembly.

At this age of restlessness, such a "stimulating" activity has an irresistible attraction for every wizard student in the school.

The auditorium was crowded with students, the long tables used to eat had long since been removed, white candles floated in the air, and the dome changed from gray stone to deep black, with dark golden edges flowing down from all directions, giving people a sense of mystery and luxury.

Mu Yan was squeezed into the hall by the bustling crowd, he felt that he almost didn't have to walk, just stood like that, and the surging flow of people behind him would squeeze him forward.

He didn't want to come to this assembly, and for him, this kind of unskilled brawl between children was not as interesting as the experiment in his hand.

In the second semester, all aspects of his research have been on track.

Except for the magic pattern and a few other studies that only need to take a little time to follow up on the progress every day, spiritual magic has been temporarily put on hold due to a few difficult problems to solve, alchemy has entered the intermediate course, and most of the other days are spent by Mu Yan devoted to the study of spells and mental power models.

Since there has been a lot of breakthrough in this area during this time, he plans to take advantage of the opportunity to further deepen his research while he is still in this world, otherwise when he returns to the amusement park, there will be no such good teachers and materials for his own research.

The spell is vast and profound, and the more Mu Yan studies it now, the more subtle it becomes, originally considering that he will inevitably embark on the path of instantaneous magic in the future, he is only going to devote part of his energy to this aspect.

But I didn't expect that this research was like digging a tree upside down in the ground along the trunk of a tree, it derived from the simple arrangement and collocation of a single syllable to several huge and complex directions such as words, history, rhythm, will, consciousness, etc., and the transformation of each syllable will lead to thousands of changes, and even many syllables that humans have not been able to pronounce until now, a syllable contains hundreds or thousands of syllable transformations, for some special magical creatures, even if it is a single syllable, can form a very destructive magic.

The Harry Potter world has an extremely in-depth study of spells, and Mu Yan has only stepped into the threshold when he has studied it so far, however, these are just the dross picked up at the threshold, which is enough for Mu Yan to study for a long time.

Back to the point, although Mu Yan didn't want to come to this event, and even had a plan to go to the Room of Requirement to study the mental power model of the Dementor Spell at this time, he was still abducted by the Ravenclaw prefect to participate in this assembly at dinner.

The prefect's careful mind Muyan certainly guessed.

Mu Yan's strength may not be clear to others, but the prefect still knows a little bit about it, because only the prefect has permission to enter the Ravenclaw forbidden room students, Mu Yan in the first year in order to go in and read some shady classics, he has dealt with the prefect several times.

It can be said that the current sixth-year prefect is one of the few people in Hogwarts who can be regarded as friends with Mu Yan.

At that time, the prefect was also very interested in Mu Yan, a popular figure, so he tried to "communicate" with him privately, and the result was obvious, although the fifth-grade prefect knew far more spells than Mu Yan at that time, but he was completely exploded by Mu Yan in the grasp of the timing of the battle, and after two or three spells, Mu Yan fainted and put on the ground.

Therefore, in a certain aspect, the prefect still has some understanding of Mu Yan's strength.

And at this rally, he had to pull Mu Yan to the town, so he naturally dragged him to the town.

Although the rules of the dueling club were not said on the surface, the prefects of the four academies all learned some through their own channels.

Among them, there is a rule that junior students can challenge like the upper students, and the challenged must be faced, while the senior students cannot challenge like the junior students.

Therefore, if each college wants to fight for face, it must not only be able to defend its own territory, but also be able to smash the field of the senior students of other colleges.

For this reason, the prefects of the four academies have recently selected some of them in each grade to start training individually.

Of course, Mu Yan did not belong to one of these people, although he was also invited by the prefect, not as a student, but as an instructor, but in the end he still did not go.

Joke! It's troublesome enough to take care of one Harry, and now if he is given a large group of people, then he can't do research?

So at the long table at that time, when the prefect asked Mu Yan if he wanted to be an instructor to train fourth and fifth grade students, he almost didn't think about it, and directly refused.

If the fourth- and fifth-graders who were trained knew that their instructor was almost a second-year wizard, they wouldn't be ashamed to find a crack in the ground.

In the hall, a high platform had risen from the other end of the hall, and Lockhart, dressed in a fuchsia robe, and Snape, dressed in a black robe, with the words "Boss owes me wages again" written on his face, walked up together.

Lockhart still had his trademark smile on his face.

"Come around, come around, can everybody see me? Can you hear me? That's great! ”

He paused, as if "inadvertently", put on a side smile, and suddenly shined brightly.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you enough to defend yourself in the way I have used so many times in case you need to defend yourself one day—see my published work for more information......"

Mu Yan covered his face,

It's this again!

Not only Mu Yan, but many boys in the audience showed a constipated expression.

But Lockhart's cheekiness was so thick that he swept the crowd with his eyes faintly and only lingered on the countless little witches with Venus in their eyes and Harry, and then automatically ignored the others.

"Now, I'm going to ask my assistant, Professor Snape, and me to give you a demonstration!" He grinned, "Don't worry, I'll get your teacher back intact!" ”

Mu Yan turned around silently and squeezed into a corner, why didn't he find out when he watched the movie before!

The students' attention was attracted by the two people on the stage, and Mu Yan leaned against the wall and quietly thought about the unfinished experiment.

It wasn't long before there was a commotion in the crowd.

Mu Yan stopped thinking and raised his head to look forward.

On the ornate platform, Harry stood helplessly, looking around uneasily, his wand loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and across from him, Malfoy sat on the ground in surprise, his eyes full of shock and loss.

The noise filled the auditorium, and the buzzing of bees disturbed the hearts of the people.

The crowd was full of uneasiness, and Mu Yan clearly felt this the moment he came back to his senses.

Has it come to this time?

He glanced up at Harry on the stage, the young savior looking confused.

"It's coming, it's almost ......"

He muttered softly, a smile of excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Order in the Great Hall was quickly maintained by Snape and Lockhart.

Neither of them reacted aggressively to Harry's unusual behavior, and both continued to organize the students to practice confrontation as if nothing had happened.

Snape couldn't guess what Mu Yan was for, but Lockhart, Mu Yan estimated that he was thinking that more things were better than less things, and that big things were turned into small things, and small things were turned into small things, so he didn't say anything.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Mu Yan followed the instructions of the two, divided them into groups according to their grades, and soon assigned students who practiced against him.

This is a strange student from Slytherin House, and just standing there reveals a noble and elegant temperament, which is also the temperament common to Slytherin House students, as pure-blooded descendants, many of them are required to be raised according to aristocratic etiquette from an early age.

When Mu Yan looked over, the other party's gaze also just looked good.

Wickrien couldn't help but frown.

Mu Yan doesn't know him doesn't mean he doesn't know Mu Yan, the figure of the second-year freshman, the recognized academic bully of the whole school, and the culprit who led Ravenclaw to win the House Cup......

Either one is enough for him to put down the arrogance in his heart and study it carefully, especially the third title, as the "culprit" who kicked Slytherin off the House Cup championship, Mu Yan can be said to be the number one public enemy of the entire Slytherin!

"I actually ran into it!" After a long list of names flashed through Wicklian's mind, he sneered in his heart.

What kind of house is Slytherin?

It is an aristocratic academy with the goal of cultivating outstanding high-ranking talents!

In the rules of this college, it is clearly written that in order to achieve their goals, they must do whatever it takes!

In such an academy, there will be fewer fights?

As a second-year student who has experienced dozens of battles, he will not be afraid of this "weak scholar" in front of him no matter what!

On the other hand, the thought of defeating Slytherin's number one enemy was about to fall on his head made his whole heart jump out with excitement!

Mu Yan stared at the other party and raised his eyebrows.

This young man was fine just now, why does he look blushing and thick-necked now?

Shook his head.

Soon, the two walked to their own venue.

Wickrien strode to the side and drew his wand.

"Slytherin, second year, Wickrian!"

He said loudly.

This is a natural aristocrat, and every move exudes a natural sense of superiority, and the confidence that overflows with it seems to have won the battle!

He cocked his wand and bowed slightly.

Thinking about the upcoming battle, I felt my blood stir all over my body.

Then, he looked up,

The elegance on his face stiffened in the next moment.

I saw Mu Yan on the other side, who dragged a chair from nowhere, sat lazily on it, and looked at him with a boring expression......

That look seemed to be watching a play......