Harry was a little impatient as Neville approached, throwing out ineffective spells in the hope of delaying Neville's pace.

Ron hadn't been systematically trained in dueling and couldn't see anything for the time being, and Hermione had already sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong with Harry.

Draco, who had been training with Harry, had a smile on his lips: Potter was like that, impatient, reckless, and would not analyze the situation calmly, and if this continued, he would lose.

The spell Harry cast was flashed by Neville, and just as he was about to run out of magic, he remembered a spell that his godfather had taught him:

"Harry, I'll teach you a spell," Sirius said solemnly by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, wand in hand, "and this spell might be a bit difficult for a first-year. ”

"But I don't think that should be a problem for you," Sirius said with a sudden lightheartedness, "it was your father's best magic. Come with me and try your weapons! ”

Harry tried two or three times by the fireplace, but failed to cast a successful spell, tried two more times, only to see one or two red sparks on the tip of his wand, and when he tried again, he couldn't release it again, much to Harry's frustration.

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly, though, "It's okay Harry, the disarming spell is part of the third year, and it's stronger than I thought you could do if you let out a little red spark." ”

Yes, I should have tried the Disarming Charm instead of continuing with the Soft Imprisonment Charm. Harry thought to himself.

I'm going to defeat Neville, I'm going to make him lay down his weapon. Harry cried out silently in his heart.

"Except for your weapons!" Harry shouted.

A red light condensed from Harry's wand and flew towards Neville as he approached.

"I didn't teach him the Disarming Charm, ha, it must be Sirius." Calvin quickly understood what was going on, and at the same time, it was clear that Neville was lost.

Sure enough, Neville took it for granted that he was going to use the short sword in his hand to pick off the spell Harry had issued, but as soon as the short sword touched the red glow, Neville felt that the short sword in his hand wanted to break free from Purple's control, and flew out of his hand to the audience.

Calvin caught the falling dagger and briefly announced, "Harry wins." ”

Harry's face flushed, partly because of the joy of victory, and partly because of the rapid depletion of physical strength and magic. He stood in the ring and shouted, "I, I won!" ”

Draco wrinkled his nose as he looked at the three men who were excitedly hugging each other in the distance, and said a little arrogantly to Neville, who had come down from the ring with drooping ears, "Don't worry, Longbottom, I'll show you how Potter lost to me." ”

Neville opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, in the past few months, while taking classes with Slytherin House, Draco had helped him stop many students who wanted to bully him, and although Neville didn't know why he was doing it, he was very grateful to him.

Neville concluded, "Harry wasn't trying to hurt me, it was just an exam. ”

"I know," Draco said, pouting, "but I just can't get used to seeing him so showy, but winning an exam and getting excited like that." ”

Calvin clapped his hands and said to Harry, "All right, Harry, Hermione, come down, Harry, you have a good rest." Ron, it's your turn. ”

Harry nodded at Professor Capet, hugged Ron, and encouraged, "Come on, Ron." ”

But Ron, who remained on the stage, faced the 11-year-old Professor Capet who walked up, and his palms were still slightly sweaty. Calvin Jr. bowed to Ron in silence and motioned for Ron to strike first.

Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva and threw a ball of paper and waved his wand to turn it into a mouse.

This method was taught to her by Hermione, and when Harry was dueling just now, Ron did not watch intently, but pestered Hermione to help him figure out a way to defeat Professor Capet.

Hermione looked at Ron like a troll, she didn't know where Ron got the confidence to defeat Professor Capet, even though he was only eleven years old. So Hermione asked him, "Ron, how many pieces of chess magic have you learned?" ”

"Black Soldier Three." Ron replied dryly.

Hermione nodded, getting a general idea of Ron's level - she had already learned Black Soldier Five.

"So, when you come on stage, throw this paper ball out and turn it into a mouse, and then turn it into a sparrow when the mouse runs to the middle, and two when the sparrow is about to fly in front of Professor Capet, and that's it." Hermione quickly devised a plan.

"So you can defeat Professor Capet?" Ron asked in surprise.

"No," Hermione gave him a blank look, "so you can throw in the towel." ”

"Huh?"

"You really think you can win Professor Capet, just let Professor Capet see how well you study." Hermione said helplessly.

Remembering Hermione's words, Ron controlled the mouse to run towards the middle, and when he reached the center of the ring, the mouse rose to the ground and turned into a sparrow, and Pu flapped his wings and flew to the position of the young Calvin about five steps, and then split in two, turned into two, and exploded in front of Calvin, leaving only two sparrow feathers floating on the top of the young Calvin's head.

Both Calvin and Calvin looked at Ron suspiciously, only to see the red-haired boy raise his hands and make a standard French military salute: "Professor Capet, I admit defeat." ”

Calvin sighed a little helplessly and said, "Come down, don't be ashamed." ”

Then he turned to Harry and Draco, "You two, are you resting?" ”

"I've been ready for a long time." Draco crossed his arms and glanced at Harry.

Harry glared at him and said, "I'm ready, Professor." ”

"Then let's go up."

Harry and Draco jumped into the ring almost at the same time.

Draco's jaw was the same, and his haughty look was the same as his father's, "It's going to be another fight, Potter." This is our twenty-second meeting. I've won 12 times before, you've won 9 times, and I guess this time, I won. ”

Harry reached out to wipe the sweat from his head, his eyes wide, and he stared straight at Draco, "I'm not as boring as you, Malfoy, and I'm going to keep track of my previous grades, I just need to beat you this time, it's enough." ”

There was a hint of shame on Draco's pale face, damn Potter, he hadn't even remembered how many times he had lost to me.

Neither of them saluted each other, and directly flashed their wands and released a spell on their opponent.

"Faint!"

"Except for your weapons!"

Two red rays of light emanated from both sides of the ring, colliding in the center of the ring, constantly breeding sparks outward.

"That's what it looks like." Calvin thought to himself.