Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

All the exams in the morning have ended.

Melda, who came to the auditorium, was very rare and did not hear the noise of chirping.

All eyes were on the seventh-year students of the various houses. Even the professors of various subjects on the rostrum looked at the graduating students below with interest.

The first game of the House Championship in the afternoon was played by the seventh year of each house.

This is undoubtedly the most wonderful grade.

A group of freshmen who are about to graduate. Unleash your magic without regrets. In order to bring their seven-year school career to a successful conclusion, they will do their best.

Time flies, and two hours have passed in the blink of an eye.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the game will begin.

All the students and teachers of Hogwarts gathered in the clearing.

Four high platforms have already been erected there.

Each platform is several meters high and is divided into three levels, each with a small platform that students can climb up to the platform in turn along the stairs behind them.

At the top of the high platform are the emblems of each college.

They are, the Serpent representing Slytherin, the Lion representing Gryffindor, the Eagle representing Ravenclaw, and the Badger representing Hufflepuff.

Half past two in the afternoon.

The seventh-graders have climbed to the high platform one after another, each holding a wand in hand, ready for battle.

The sun is shining in July but not scorching. It's a good day for outdoor racing.

"Are you ready?" Artoria made her way through the crowd and came to the bottom of the pedestal. Smiling at the crowd.

"If you're ready, let's get started!!"

Artoria gave an order, and the mimic skill was activated.

A few hundred meters away from the tower, a fog suddenly rose.

There was a bit of biting, roaring, and armor clashing. Before everyone present could react, a group of demonic beasts of a rather spectacular scale rushed out of the smoke.

"Everyone, prepare!" Several seventh-grade leaders shouted with their wands raised.

It was a signal to pull it out. Waves of beasts swarmed up.

The battle was at a fever pitch from the start.

The sounds of killing, incantations, and wails mingled with each other. A sense of cruelty that had never been felt before rose in the hearts of the onlookers.

Originally, they thought it was going to be a close fight.

However, the result of the game surprised everyone.

The seventh graders were defeated.

They lost so quickly. The defeated ones were so bad, and the hearts of the defeated onlookers were dripping blood.

Admittedly, they did have the highest level of spells, but there were no tactics to speak of throughout the game, and they all threw their spells and fought on their own.

This made it easy for the Warcraft to break through their defenses.

Slytherin House lasted the longest, but it was only five minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

Such a win is simply more humiliating than losing.

No one expected that seventh grade would end the game with such a jaw-dropping appearance.

The original tower in the clearing had long since collapsed, and the students of the competition got up from the ground one by one, and then walked silently towards their respective house teams.

They weren't hurt, and Artoria naturally wouldn't be so harsh with the students, and the monsters she personified, no matter what they looked like or how they attacked, were just a little painful when they really hit their bodies.

But at this moment, the seventh graders would rather those sword attacks be real, at least a little injured, not so ashamed, and as if they had done their best.

"Professor..."

"Shut up!" Snape stood coldly in front of the Slytherin students. His eyes were cold and angry.

In fact, he rarely showed such a cold expression to the students of Slytherin House, and the students of Slytherin House were very good people.

Whether it's academics or Quidditch, Slytherin House is always at the top of its class.

But this year is different, today is different, Slytherin not only lost the Quidditch Cup, which had been won for six consecutive years, but even the House Cup.

Today's Slytherin House has lost face in front of the whole school. Snape didn't directly beat up this group of uncompetitive guys, which was already polite.

"Get back to the dungeon!" Snape looked coldly at the dejected group of students.

"It's... Be! The students lowered their heads and walked back step by step, their figures full of loneliness.

Snape looked around, didn't say another word, shook his robes and turned to leave.

Of course, there is another reason for his performance, that is, Artoria's strength is too strong.

Seventh-grade students are not weak anymore, and even some adult wizards have a magnificent moment in their lives at the level of seventh-grade students.

She was able to defeat the entire seventh-graders on her own, seemingly in a joking. He had never seen such a magic trick.

He had never seen anything like that kind of shapeshifting magic.

Maybe Dumbledore could have done it, but it wasn't as easy as she was.

Snape shook his head, and instead of returning to his lodgings or going anywhere else, he made a beeline for the Headmaster's office.

Artoria has shown more power than he could have imagined.

He needed to talk to Dumbledore, and although they had already talked about it, she hadn't been that strong back then.

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The pressure of the seventh-grade fiasco on the sixth-grade was enormous.

The next day, after Melda's Charms exam, as soon as I stepped into the auditorium, I saw a group of senior students whispering.

It seems that they have finally understood that if they want to resist for longer, they need to work together.

Melda said to herself.

But this level of solidarity ......

What's the use of getting together in twos and threes?

Sure enough, just as Melda had expected, the loose line wasn't much better than it was yesterday.

On the contrary, because of the contradiction between their own small group and the large group, they were defeated faster.

The winner was Slytherin House with a time of four minutes and fifty-seven seconds.

Looking at the Slytherin house results, the corners of Melda's mouth raised into a mocking smile.

Uninteresting game, I don't know what to call at all.

Then he turned and left.

I don't know which academy will be embarrassed in tomorrow's game?

Time flies, and night flies.

The next day, just after dawn, Melda was surprised to find that there were many people in the common room discussing tactics.

There were a lot of people, Percy in 5th grade, Wood in 4th grade, Weasley brothers in 3rd grade, even Hallie, when is she coming back?

Hallie had been living with Professor McGonagall, and Melda didn't know exactly when she had returned.

However, looking at the staffing, I don't know if I thought I was discussing Quidditch match tactics!

"Melda, come here. We've just discussed a set of tactics. Fred excitedly greeted Melda.