In the evening, the auditorium was bustling with young wizards gathering in twos and threes.

Anthony sat with Harry, enjoying a rare cool night.

At the end of September, it was already the end of the summer.

Hogwarts is located in a higher dimension in Scotland, and is surrounded by forests and the sea, which causes the temperature to drop quickly in autumn.

In mid-October, they had to think about raising the fireplace.

"Huh? What about Hermione? Anthony looked around and didn't see the little witch for a week.

"I guess it's still in the library! You know, she's obsessed with reading and can go days without sleeping. ”

Ron grabbed a chicken leg and bit it down so hard that the oil and water were all over his fingers, and then he said vaguely, "She seems to be particularly fond of soaking in the library lately." ”

"But Hermione, it's mostly normal!"

"Really?" After Anthony gulped a glass of pumpkin juice, his admiration for Hermione rose again in his heart, look at others, the top students work so hard, what about themselves?

Where are all the previous ambitions gone?

What about the study plan ready at Buckingham Palace?

Forgot?

Mr. Prime Minister, I'm still waiting for him to deliver magical information!

Anthony only felt a stream of heat rushing through his body, and he felt ashamed when he thought about the month's sink.

I have to do something!

A gleam in his eyes lit up. Then he got up, cat's waist, reached out, and snatched the only chicken leg left in front of Ron in one go.

"It smells so good!"

The meat is delicious, and a rich broth comes out when you bite into it.

The fresh fragrance permeates the lips and teeth, and people can't help but swallow it.

"Hey, that's mine!" Ron looked at him angrily.

But Anthony didn't pay attention to him, but continued to nibble on the chicken leg with a smile.

"You !! guy"

Laughter and laughter on the Gryffindor table!

And at this moment, ten feet away, the three of them felt that disgusting aura.

Someone very unpopular walked over.

"Eating your last meal? Broken! The blonde boy said sarcastically.

As soon as his words fell, Ron responded with the same mockery, "Oh! Can't you remember to play? Or do you have a few small friends that make you much more daring? ”

"Shut up Weasley, your family, including you, is a pure-blood disgrace, do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

"I don't know if that idiot was beaten up last time and his nose was swollen." Ron Road.

"It was all the two mudbloods."

"Shut up Malfoy, don't insult my friend in front of me." Harry directly got up and looked at Malfoy, and said, "Hermione and Anthony can beat you with one hand, what right do you have to insult them." ”

"In that case, let's have a wizard duel! How? It's midnight tonight, in the prize showroom on the second floor! Malfoy shouted arrogantly, his gaze looking Harry up and down, defiant.

"Of course, we won!" Harry naturally didn't want to fall into the wind, and also raised his head and glared at him.

"Humph!" Malfoy snorted coldly and turned to leave.

As his pesky finally walked away, Harry's agitated emotions slowly calmed down, and he sat down again. Then a sense of confusion rose on his face.

What wizard duels he had never heard of at all.

Just now he was just angry. I agreed without even thinking about it.

"What's the Wizard Duel all about?" Harry asked Ron with a frown.

"It's a duel between wizards, you can only use a wand, and you need an assistant."

"Assistant? What do you mean? Harry whispered, frowning.

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will follow." Ron said lightly, and then got into the middle of a battle with the food in front of him.

"Don't worry! Harry, at Malfoy's level, he can't beat us. Anthony said vaguely as he bit the drumstick.

"But that guy knows he can't beat us, why did he run over to provoke?"

After swallowing the last piece of chicken, he turned his hand and tossed the bone onto the plate. Then he said seriously: "Unless he finds a helper from the senior class, or he is lying to us." ”

"Liar?" Harry underestimated.

"It's midnight, and if you get caught by the professor, you don't know how many points you'll be deducted. He was clearly deliberately provocative just now, trying to lure us into falling for it. Anthony reminded.

Obviously, he borrowed Malfoy's two guts, and the guy didn't dare to fight him alone.

The so-called wizard duel was a hoax to trick Harry into getting over and then reporting it to the professor in order to deduct points for Gryffindor.

That's all that guy has to offer.

"But what if? If he did go and we didn't, I can't believe that tomorrow morning there would be rumors in Slytherin that we were cowards. Harry said anxiously, as if he had hung on the Gryffindor's pillar of shame.

Forehead...

Anthony stared at him, looking at the anxious eyes.

Malfoy's IQ wasn't high, but it was clear that Harry's IQ wasn't that high.

Looking at the panicked little expression, you can know that he will definitely be fooled tonight.

Time passes slowly.

It was pitch black outside the dormitory window, except for the faint twinkle of stars on the distant mountain peaks.

The lights throughout the castle were dimmed, except for a few special rooms that were still lit.

The cold wind blew against the windows and made a rattling sound, sounding like some kind of terrifying ghost.

It looks like tomorrow's weather won't be very good.

Harry, who had already gotten up, stood in front of the window with a robe and a wand, and sighed.

He glanced at Anthony who was asleep, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

But Ron didn't have that much to worry about, he ran all the way to Anthony's bedside, grabbed his arm and pulled the man up.

Anthony opened his eyes in confusion, half asleep.

Harry, who had put aside his worries, also ran over, and he walked downstairs with Anthony in his arms along with Ron.

The two of them moved quickly, until they crawled out of the hole in the common room and a gust of cold wind came out of Anthony's face.

A spirit, he just came to his senses.

"You two stupid people, what are you pulling me for? I'm not going. Anthony, who was wearing a light blue dressing gown, said angrily.

It's a disturbing dream! This is!

As he spoke, he turned his head towards the portrait of the fat lady, wanting to go back again.

But what made him uncomfortable was that the portrait in front of him was empty, and the fat lady didn't know where to run.

When she returns, it will be dawn.

"Look, that's fate. Tonight you are destined to be involved in a great duel. Ron said as he pointed to the empty portrait.

"Great You!@#$%"

After the oral gymnastics, Anthony was also speechless and could only follow Harry.

He can't crouch next to the portrait and wait for the fat lady to come back!

Is there really anyone stupidly squatting outside blowing the cold wind?