Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Final Match
As we all know, Gryffindor never used only wands. (Also with a gun...) )
As one of the founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor was not only an excellent duelist, but also a powerful swordsman.
In other words, he is not only a mage, but also a warrior.
Dual-class play understands that it belongs to yes.
The famous Gryffindor Sword is his saber.
From this, it can be seen that my Gryffindor lions pulled out a giant sword in a duel to make a fool of their faces, is it appropriate?
Well? (Look left and right...) )
It's a good fit. (Bow your head and close the book.) )
Hehe, just kidding.
But no matter how you say it, this sudden and bloody scene really aroused the enthusiasm of the onlookers.
Although this kind of fairy tale warrior defeats the dragon is routine, it is undeniable that when this scene really appears in front of your eyes, the shocking picture will definitely make your heart surging and your blood boiling.
"Won !!"
"Reynolds !!"
"Reynolds !!"
"Ah~~~ I'm going crazy!"
Countless Gryffindor wizards greeted a hero.
They screamed, jumped, and threw themselves madly into the clearing.
And in full view of everyone, the Gryffindor boy quickly got up on the ground.
One hand held the sword aloft, and the other hand raised the wand in his hand without hesitation.
"Gryffindor is the strongest !!"
That's right!
He really did it!
It was a miracle, and he really did it.
Before he could savor the touch of the sword, countless Gryffindor wizards had already pounced.
They shouted and lifted him high in the air and carried him towards the castle.
The Weasley twins got some salutes from somewhere. But it doesn't matter anymore.
Red fireworks flew high in their hands.
"Bang!"
Fireworks lit up the entire sky, and the light rain in the sky seemed to congratulate the celebration.
The red light passed through the raindrops, slowly forming the shape of a small lion in the air.
The firework of the lion roared in the air with its teeth and claws.
And directly below it was a group of fanatical Gryffindors, a group of Gryffindors cheering for their glory.
"Oh! Oh, my God! ”
Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the hallway, covered her mouth and looked excitedly at the students celebrating in the clearing.
"I can't believe it!"
The professor even shed tears of excitement, and Professor Pomona next to him hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him.
It was an undisputed victory.
Unlike yesterday's twins, who used magical inventions to win, this was a dignified victory.
Melda is also honored. Happily turned around and jumped towards the abandoned professor.
I won't be able to sleep tonight!
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Night falls.
Darkness enveloped the world.
The Gryffindor House tower was lit up and everyone was celebrating.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Unlike the laughter of the other Gryffindor students, Melda was a little embarrassed at this time.
"Gryffindor wins." This is inevitable, unless Artoria deliberately suppresses him tomorrow, Melta really can't think of a way to lose.
At night, lying in bed, the clear sword light always echoed in his mind. I have to say that Reynolds's move is indeed handsome enough.
He couldn't even think of a more handsome move.
Ay! How will we win tomorrow?
What kind of pose?
What a headache.
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Sunday.
It's their last day at Hogwarts this year.
The first-year exams ended yesterday.
So early in the morning, Hermione pulled the members of the Order to do the final adjustments and training.
Mainly, Melda and Harry Ron discussed tactics. (How to win the game to be handsome enough)
Eventually, after a morning, they finally came up with a tactic. (Riotous)
But Hermione just didn't agree. (Fear of losing face)
But well! After all, they are members of the legendary Knights of Arthurian Heroes (why are they so second?). For the final tactic, Melda decided to vote democratically.
The minority obeyed the majority, and in the end, with a result of 14:1, the tactics developed by Melda were approved by a high vote. (There were only fifteen people in the first grade.) )
"Alright, Hermione, this is your chance to show up, too." Afterwards, Melda waved her hand proudly towards everyone, and said to Hermione with a smile on her face, "See? This is the call of the masses. ”
"Huh!"
The little witch was a little unhappy.
However, Melda dared to assure that this level of unhappiness was definitely just a girl's reserve, and could not have been Hermione's intention.
Everyone knows that the Great Demon King Hermione is actually a Gryffindor through and through.
She violated no less school discipline and school rules than Melda Hallie and them.
Maybe even more...
And so it went on until noon.
At noon, Melda led a group of young wizards into the auditorium in a majestic manner. As the final game approached, they weren't ready to practice spells.
It's better to relax and focus on the afternoon game.
"Hey Melda, how's the preparation going?"
Fred suddenly appeared behind Melda, waving happily at the young wizards present. Then he said lightly.
"Do you still have yesterday's fireworks?"
Instead of answering directly, Melda asked about yesterday's impressive fireworks.
"Oh!"
Witty as a twin, where can you not hear Melda's words?
"Hehe, of course, all the stock is here." George came along, patted his robe, and then looked at Fred before replying with a smile.
"Hmph. Then you've got to get ready. Look at my heroics. Melda snorted, took a bite of the drumstick, and said vaguely.
"No problem!"
"I'm looking forward to it."
The twins looked at Melta with a smile on their faces.
Melda, on the other hand, ignored them. He bowed his head and fought bitterly with the food in front of him.
Huh, the game?
Well, come on.
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Two o'clock in the afternoon.
In the open space, four high platforms stand proudly. On the top floor, the flags of the four colleges fluttered in the wind.
Everything is ready to go.
Just wait for Artoria's mimicry magic to announce that the game has begun.
"Looks like someone can't wait." Artoria glared at Melda, who was eager to try, and said angrily.
It's just the last day of the term at Hogwarts, and it's her last day in this world.
She had promised Eden that she would go to his world to help him. This is the last day of the appointment.
Speaking of which, Artoria is really a little reluctant.
This castle, this school, these young people, what a vibrant world.
Alas, with a soft sigh, Artoria slowly looked up. Said solemnly: "Since that's the case, then..."
"Game on!"