Seeing the thickly haired lion preparing to give a bloody stone to the lady he wanted, Alan really didn't know what kind of expression to use to face the current situation......

Although Alan and Ravenclaw don't feel too strange to each other after a while, it's clear that their way of getting along is still strange and awkward, and they even deliberately avoid calling each other by their names in their lives - Alan feels that calling each other Rowena Ravenclaw or Luna Lovegood is awkward and inappropriate, and Ravenclaw is not very good at handling this kind of relationship, in fact, for her, it can only be regarded as a blood oath with a strange boy, and she is instilled with memories of the future self that have not yet happened......

Apparently too chivalrous and not delicate enough, Gryffindor's attention was still on Alan's hands that were still on Ravenclaw's head, "I, Godric Gryffindor from the South West Valley of England, am here to formally launch a duel of honor against you for Miss Rowena Ravenclaw from Scotland Creek!"

"Alan Friedrich Harris from the Upper Rhine Valley, accept your duel of honor. Alan put down the comb in his hand, Gryffindor, as a straight man of this level, of course, would not be treated as a rival in love by Allen, but after all, the other party came to the door and was obviously pestering Ravenclaw - this made Alan have no intention of resolving the conflict through words, and he also wanted to see if he could defeat this master of duels who was said to be the best dueling master of his era.

"Wizards are forbidden to fight privately during the Carnival - besides, why do I need you to duel for me?" Ravenclaw frowned and looked at Gryffindor impatiently, "And, do you want me to tell Helga that you might not be able to go to the tavern late at night to help her with her activities for a duel?"

Gryffindor obviously only remembered the rule at this time, it would have been okay if it was another carnival, but this year it was hosted by Helga Hufflepuff, which made him worry about acting first, "Hmm...... Then set the duel time for the carnival to end!

Under the divination table, Ravenclaw stopped his response by pulling La Alan by the hand: "The Welsh-style broomstick competition stilt fire barrel will end in the afternoon, borrow their venue to duel with broomsticks-"

"Okay, boy, I won't take advantage of you, just use your popular bollard-guard play! But there is no bladder guard—or we are both bladder guards! Just the two of us! we will each tie one to our bodies! Whoever pierces the other first with the tip of a broom will win the duel of honor!" Gryffindor's red hair, like a lion's or a horse's mane, shook in his roaring tone and exaggerated expression.

Allen shrank his body back to avoid being sprayed by the other party's saliva: "See you on the field." ”

Seeing that Alan agreed to the duel, the enthusiastic Gryffindor calmed down: "Then we'll see you on the field." The dragon bladder is not so easy to find, I went to Helga to see if there was anything that could be replaced. With that, he strode out and prepared for the duel.

Ravenclaw directly cast a spell to put a couple of crying children to sleep, and then sat back in his chair, "He's too troublesome - but the duel is very skillful, I'm not sure if you can win as a underage, it's not fair to you......" and then she tore off a few strands of rabbit meat with her teeth, "and no one in this day and age will have your cushion charm." ”

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a huge bell rang throughout the area, announcing the imminent start of the stilt fire barrel activity, and the bell could only be faintly heard in the midst of the noise and jubilation. A group of wizards in Irish plaid skirts galloped in broomsticks, and the people who walked to the arena stood and watched, and some of the witches screamed loudly before speeding up to the arena - and when Alan looked up, he realized that the warriors were not wearing underwear at all.......

By the time the competitors warmed up for the pre-race flight around a series of flaming barrels supported on stilts and suspended high in the air, the crowd had already gathered around the arena. When the bell rang for the official competition, in an instant, a cheer resounded in the sky. Amid the buzz, the athletes rode broomsticks one by one with the gallbladders of the locals called dom, which is actually a goat, through the flaming barrels and eventually threw the dom into the final barrel. The rules of the game reminded Allen of the way he trained when he was a junior with the national team — they were pretty much the same except that he didn't have a Bludger and could get injured when he crossed the aperture.

Some athletes, either because of their speed or because of bad luck, were disqualified from continuing the game when they were caught in the flames that were rising high, so the constant exclamations and lamentations on the field added a new noise and commotion to the area. When all the players had participated in the game, the shortest time was the shortest, and a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair who was not on fire won the victory.

He lifted the barrel that contained the gallbladder, "RUA!!" Screaming at the crowd and venting her excitement, she finally presented the entire barrel to a witch in a green linen dress in the audience, who took it and jumped directly in front of the champion's broomstick, and the two flew away on broomsticks to each other's laughter.

When the bell rang again, the injured players were properly treated - the stilt fire bucket was clearly not as tragic as the previous overhead cauldron, and Allen had not yet noticed that anyone had been killed.

As the players left the arena and the spectators were about to disperse, the flames of the barrels suspended in the air whistled in the wind, and Alan and Gryffindor walked into the arena. Noticing that there was still a lot of excitement to be seen, the crowd became restless again, and many of the departing wizards rushed back again after getting the news that someone was dueling.

Godric Gryffindor was carrying two bladders in one hand, and he threw the broom on the other hand, and he drew his wand and pointed at the two bladders—"Grow faster," and the bladders swelled as if they were being rapidly inflated. He handed a bladder to Allen and said, "The dragon bladder is so hard to find, I took two warthog bladders in Helga's kitchen as a substitute. ”

With that, he tied the warthog's bladder to his waist with a rope, and as soon as his hand was stretched out, his broom flew from the ground to his hand, and he lifted one leg and stepped onto the broomstick.

Alan didn't dislike it, he followed Godric's example and tied the warthog's bladder to his body, looked at the very simple broomstick and rode it directly, and as soon as he flew up, he saw Ravenclaw in the stands waving at him.

Alan's hand gently grasped the broom, and he flew slowly to the wooden stand, where Ravenclaw was sitting at the front of the temporary stand with the children barricaded. He looked at the witch suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Ravenclaw beckoned him to come closer on his broomstick, and though he didn't understand, Alan did as he did - he pulled out a blue scarf and tied it as a pennant to the tip of Alan's broomstick.

After tying it up, and without further discussion from the wizards around her, she looked at her work, nodded in satisfaction, and waved her hand casually for Eren to leave.

Godric's hand holding the broom was bruised, and he barely restrained his jealousy and loss, and he didn't say a word, but his face turned red - the Muggle knights sewed their lover's love tokens into helmets and cloaks, and even used women's clothes as spear flags to compete with their opponents, so Ravenclaw tied the scarf to the tip of the man's broom, she meant......