As a participant from Hogwarts, especially the seeded player with the lucky number 7, Harry received a lot of attention.

However, not everyone is willing to meet students from this famous school of magic, compared to those small and medium-sized schools of magic and magic in the region, as well as magical education institutions, Hogwarts, as one of the three major schools in the European wizarding world, has a better supply of teachers and resources.

There are many wizards who have not received the admission letter from Hogwarts behind their backs, they think that a guy from a famous family like Hogwarts is a fat pig soaked in a honey pot, and he is a wolf with fangs exposed, after all, in many places outside of Hogwarts, they can show their fangs for a little resource tilt, and they are more ruthless than students from good backgrounds.

For example, Harry's first opponent in this tournament was a twenty-year-old wizard who graduated from Arkham Magical Vocational and Technical School.

As soon as he came on stage, the guy stared at Harry with a strange 'hostile' gaze.

"You're trying to say, 'Why are you here to grab your cake when I already have so many resources?'"

Superman's five senses made Harry hear a lot of sour whispers when he came to the competition venue, and even Hogwarts graduates have difficulty finding jobs in the wizarding world, and those wizards who graduated from the 'pheasant' school have naturally suffered even more vicious social whipping.

The duel competition has become an opportunity for many wizards who think that the three famous schools do not know people well and their talents are buried, and how can these guys, who already occupy a lot of resources, still come to grab this opportunity that should belong to them.

The wizard frowned slightly when he guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't show too much expression, he had graduated from school for several years, and he had already learned the skills that adults should master: 'Don't force too much before starting, and leave the ridicule after victory', so that even if the car overturns in the end, he can use a sentence of 'skills are not as good as others' to pretend to be frank and bring everything through, leaving the last trace of face for himself.

When you don't know how many pounds and taels the other party has, you will ridicule it, and if you are unlucky enough to kick the iron plate, then your fate will not be better, especially when you meet some people with a careful eye, there are countless freaks with strange tempers in the wizarding world.

"I'm ready." The wizard nodded to the referee, his hands hanging at his waist.

"He's a smart guy." Harry grinned, it wouldn't be interesting if the first opponent was the same garbage as the sour-muttering defeated dogs in the audience, "I'm ready, too." Harry nodded to the referee.

The two walked to the middle of the twenty-meter standard dueling arena, less than two meters apart.

"Number 007, number 0597, both sides of the duel are ready." The referee in black uniform said with a blank face, "Please make a duel between the two sides." ”

Harry pulled out his ebony and white ivory, crossed his spears in front of his chest, and nodded slightly, showing his wand was a must in a duel match, and two steps away, the wizard number 0597 held a dagger that seemed to have nothing to do with a firearm.

"Hogwarts, Harry Potter."

"Arkham, Arthur Phoenix."

Suddenly, the wizard across from Harry smiled exaggeratedly, and the hostility that had flashed in his eyes turned to excitement.

"You'll be a great dessert." Arthur said softly, and then at the referee's signal, the two were facing each other at the same time, taking ten steps forward.

"The duel begins!"

The black-clad referee gripped his wand and announced the official start of the match.

The curtain of glittering blades spread out the moment the referee's words fell, and dozens of dagger blades appeared above Arthur's head the moment he turned around, and a slightly pale finger pointed in Harry's direction, and the blades flew into the sky, letting out a small whistling.

The flock of birds fired in unison, but the birds with their wings turned into short daggers with cold light, and the barrage of volleys locked onto every fatal part of Harry's body at this moment.

The nose that wanted to smell the blood splashed was gently stirring, and the already exaggerated smiling face was plated with a trace of evil hideousness and enjoyment at this moment.

But the smile froze on his face, the flying dagger was much faster than the speed of ordinary magic spells, but the projectile that was only two hundred meters per second was a little slow in Harry's eyes, he was no longer only able to see the direction of rotation of the tennis ball flying at two hundred kilometers per hour.

He smiled as well, but not excitedly, but happily when he saw the funny toy.

There were fifty daggers that flew in, but forty-nine of them were magically conjured, and the inconspicuous one hidden in the dagger barrage was the wand that Arthur had just shown Harry that he was supposed to hold in his hand.

The muzzle of the white ivory did not burst into sparks, but its trigger was slammed down, and the invisible invisible spell flew densely, and the barrage of daggers froze in mid-air.

There are many obstacles.

Harry's precise point kills were like a fun game to test his marksmanship.

The smile on Arthur's face froze, the dagger barrage was a surprise killing, but the core was his wand mixed in, a normal wizard's wand could not continue to cast spells after leaving his hand, but his dagger-like wand could shoot deadly spells at unexpected times after leaving his hand.

But his blade game came to an end the moment it began.

He saw the wicked man smile wickedly, and then wickedly raised his hand, and viciously flicked his fingers. Another bounce.

The magically transformed dagger shattered and vanished the moment it was struck by his fingers, and the shrill sound of a metal wail was unmistakably piercing.

The creature recognized the real wand he was hiding within, and kept it at the back of it with a wicked taste.

"Give you another chance and let me see what's interesting."

Harry pinched the grip of the dagger wand, it wasn't just a short dagger, it was an agent dagger gun with the barrel inside.

With a muffled sound, the dagger gun, which turned into a silver light, was nailed to the carpet of the dueling table, pressed against Arthur's toes, with unmistakable precision.

"Looks like you're not a dessert, it's a big meal."

Arthur bent down and drew his dagger gun vigorously, then bowed gracefully, and when he looked up, the excitement in his eyes burned almost like fire, and a trace of irrepressible laughter squeezed dryly out of his throat.

He covered his mouth, as if he didn't want to lose his temper in front of Harry, but he couldn't suppress the excitement that made him tremble.

"As you wish, sir."

Arthur straightened his back, "I'll satisfy you." ”

There was a bang, and a latte salute suddenly exploded into the sky, and in this festive rain of colored ribbons, Arthur's figure disappeared without a trace, and the scalp-numbing laughter was filled with hysterical excitement and madness, and the sound that seemed to be everywhere echoed on the empty dueling table.

"The gift is out of the box."

"Bang~"

A gift box with a ribbon bow suddenly appeared on the red duel carpet, and with a bang, a horrified clown with an exploding head with red and white oil paint on his face suddenly opened his arms and hugged Harry.

A magical shock that could trap people in confinement and shock swung out the moment the terrifying clown appeared, and the flames ignited the red explosion head above his head, and if it were not blocked by the magic barrier on the dueling platform, the roaring explosion impact was enough to lift the onlookers out of the audience for dozens of meters, turning them into a puddle of minced meat and sticking to the wall.

The delicate Transfiguration + Shock Spell + Demolition Spell combined, at the moment when he used the latte salute to cover his phantom transformation, this wonderful spell group sent a huge surprise to Harry.

"The carpet hasn't been washed in years, and you don't feel dirty."

Harry's voice was hard to hear from the roar of the explosion.

But a scream pierced through the roar of the explosion, and a figure holding his ass and screaming flew out of the floor that was broken by a foot, the exquisite human body transformation was amazing, Arthur did not teleport to the sky above the dueling platform, which was no more than five meters wide, there was no place to hide at all, the air was a good foothold out of sight, the dueling arena was a 5X20X20 cuboid space, and the wizard's battles were confined to this small stage.

But the disappearance technique that did the opposite didn't work, and Harry was able to see the magic in his eyes, which was a bit of a cheating overkill.

So he closed his eyes and went to enjoy the unexpected pleasure even more.

Arthur, who was so angry that his face turned pale, had a hint of angry flush on his cheeks, even if he didn't apply the clown's red and white oil paint, but his appearance at the moment was almost the same, and being kicked on the ass could be because of his poor skills, but the act of closing his eyes was really too contemptuous of people.

But this anger only lasted for a moment, and Arthur's face once again put a smile on his face, and he understood that this was not humiliation and disdain, but because he was too bad, and the other party chose to let go of the water.

"If you don't open your eyes, how can you see a performance that satisfies you, sir."

"Then you just keep trying."

Harry slipped ebony and white ivory into the holster around his waist and pulled out the muzzle silencer.

You can't just let the guy on the other side have fun, the magic path you just found also needs a lot of combat polishing and correction.

The smile on Arthur's face, who didn't know the inside story, stiffened again, this guy in front of him was really annoying!

"As you wish, sir."

He reached out and pressed his forehead and slid it down his dough.

"I hope I can make you, from the bottom of your heart, laugh out loud."

"Reintroduce myself, Arthur, a clown, please forgive me for being too cold for my jokes to make everyone laugh."

With dyed green hair, pale paint, blue prismatic eyeshadow painted under funny red eyebrows, and blood-stained smiling lips under the tip of his nose painted red, the grinning face that reaches to the base of the ears does not give people any imagination of funny.

Probably a human deformation, maybe some other strange magic, wearing a red suit, an orange-yellow tie, and a clown in a pale green shirt with brilliant colors.

The dagger gun that spun at his fingertips vanished, only for his right arm to sink and a candy jet smeared with colorful paint swirling its barrel.

"I don't know what kind of show you like?"

"Maybe this one will make you like it."

The dueling table at your feet undulates like waves.

"Look behind you!"

Excitement with a hint of crazy laughter mixed with a shout, completely Transfiguration TransformedThe dueling table has become a strange stage that is constantly twisting and changing, and good Transfiguration users will set up a field that can change according to their own wishes.

A sledgehammer resembling an inflatable toy suddenly emerged from Harry's back, and the hammer, which seemed to not hurt at all, brought a whistling wind, and a solid tower shield appeared on Harry's left arm, and Harry, with his eyes closed, slapped his hand back, and the roar of the steel clash reverberated through the stage like a bell.

"I'm here."

An arm suddenly emerged from the air, the blade of the slash aimed at Harry's neck, but the invisible blade had extended from his right hand and placed in front of the arm that had swept over.

Smooth cuts appeared on his wrists, and the blades that flew out of his palms turned into a severed carpet, and the tangled ribbons trapped his ankles as Harry lifted his feet, and a huge tearing pull was heard, and the flowing floor turned into a rippling swamp, and a miserable white face with a scarlet smile was reflected in the swamp's water.

But he couldn't wait for the figure to fall to the ground, the ribbon that bound the ankle and pulled it down was broken, and the red carpet that was shattered could not withstand the pull of the brutal force.

"You should use a steel cable."

The right arm holding the invisible blade slashed off, swept around the momentum, and the floor that revealed the slash marks disappeared from the swamp mud, and the clown puppet that had just deformed and appeared was cut off by the clown puppet that flew towards him.

Living Transfiguration, one of the most difficult Transfigurations in the Transfiguration Technique, is one of Professor McGonagall's specialized research directions, and the puppets that have been given false life have the same flexibility as humans, and can even be given false 'intelligence' to follow the spellcaster's orders and choose their own course of action.

In a battle with a wizard, this Transfiguration golem that can move on its own and move well can cause a lot of trouble for rival wizards.

There is nothing more uncomfortable for wizards than being interrupted and interfered with in their casting, and the deformed puppets are very good at hand-to-hand entanglement.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong object.

Bursting open the scare box popped up with a clown doll holding a bomb and trying to die with Harry, Arthur's spell pool seems to be a little shallow compared to the subtle Transfiguration, he is a wizard who specializes in Transfiguration combat, and offensive spells are not what he is good at.

The bomb that had not yet exploded was either shredded by a sharp blade or directly destroyed by the tower shield, and the two of them were separated by a short distance of thirty meters, and the tower shield was used as a cover to crush the man's scalp-numbing Transfiguration trap in front of him.

Whether it is the thorn spikes under your feet, the traps and pits, or the sharp blades and axes that change endlessly, they are all pushed horizontally and lie down.

There is nothing more cruel in the world than meeting an opponent that you are best at, if Harry is a traditional, wizard who only knows how to spell, he will be a little scramble when he falls into the field of Transfiguration, then the attack that can appear from any direction is definitely not something ordinary people can parry.

Someone sniffed aggrievedly, and the big boy who witnessed his toys being violently destroyed couldn't laugh at the moment, but on the eve of the crying.

Harry, who had already walked in front of him, opened his eyes and raised his right hand at the flowered paint.

"Smack-"

"A big man loses when he loses, cry a fart, cry!"

Arthur's eyes were rolled in the heart-wrenching fight, and he lay on the floor in a daze.

"It's over." The expressionless referee confirmed the coma of one side, "Victor, number 007." ”

A special medical staff rushed forward and carried away the unlucky child with swollen cheeks.

(End of chapter)