"Professor Flitwick, I'm back for the competition!"

Harry, who almost stepped on the spot to get to the venue of the European Young Wizards Duel Tournament that began in mid-May, waved at Professor Flitwick, and then got his participation number plate in a hurry, this time not the lucky 007, but the number 001 number plate obtained according to the points ranking.

For this guy who was so strong in the auditions that he was studied by countless contestants, people paid a lot of attention to Harry, especially when he almost missed the match.

But Harry doesn't care about this, as long as it's not a world event, and there are no perverts who are also so strong that they explode, he doesn't have any interest in the so-called competition, honor? Can this stuff be eaten as a meal? Even if he takes it out to show off, tells people that he has a rotten warehouse of tens of millions of gold gallons in his bank, and shoots a mountain of gold with his hand, isn't this kind of straightforward pretending to be more suitable for the vulgar Harry?

"Fleur?! What are you doing here? ”

As soon as he joined Professor Flitwick, Harry saw a figure that he would never mistake, and Fleur, who had wrapped himself tightly, only showed a pair of beautiful blue eyes, even though she was wrapped in a thick silk robe, she was still the center of attention in the crowd.

"If I hadn't seen the list of contestants from Madame Maxim, I wouldn't have known you competed in the Young Wizard category."

Fleur glanced at Harry with resentment, "You didn't even tell me. ”

"It's not because," Harry sneered a little awkwardly, "the bullying game isn't there anything to watch."

"I'll definitely take you with me at the World Championship in early June, you will be the family seat, Aunt Penny can't come, I only have you."

"Huh~ It's so greasy."

Fleur poked Harry's chest in disgust, telling him to stay away from her, but there was a happy smile between her eyebrows.

"The game is over later, let's go out and have a good time, I haven't seen you for a few months, I miss you to death."

"I just happened to find a super nice place, I'm going to have to take you to see it."

"Where is it?"

"It's not a mystery to say it."

"I'll come here as long as I go, the ring match is a bit of a delay, but I have a little trick."

The top eight players in the standings will occupy a ring at the beginning of the tournament for 48 hours, but there will be a two-hour break and recovery interval every six hours until the end of the match, and the final eight players who will successfully defend in the ring will advance directly to the final World Cup final in early June, where 96 wizards selected from eight divisions will compete for the duel champion and the duel champion of the melee.

It was supposed to be a very inkblot race, testing the endurance and endurance of the players, but also testing their minds, and not necessarily the strongest eight who stood in the end, but everyone who managed to advance had their own unique fighting wisdom.

Harry wasn't stupid, of course, but he didn't like to use his brains all the time, and he always chose the simplest and most effective method.

For example—

Harry's No. 1 ring came up the first challenger, the number 035 contestant is even more bluffing than Harry just by looking good, his height is about 1.95 meters, and his thick and somewhat deformed arms make him unable to touch the sides of his hips and legs when his arms fall naturally, this is no longer a muscular hunk, but a medicine jar muscle mallet that makes people look a little disgusting.

"I know, I know."

Before the man was about to speak viciously, Harry waved his hand very perfunctorily, "Let's start quickly, save everyone some time." ”

"I-"

The wicked man glared and just spoke, when Harry snatched the rest of his words.

"—screw your head off as a night pot, or as a ball kick, I said I knew everything."

"Anyway, the meaning has been reached, can we start now?"

Harry glanced at the referee and nodded to show that he was ready.

"Are you pricked too much medicine, and your muscles are blocking the vocal belt?" After waiting for about a second, Harry, who couldn't wait for the other side to move, glared fiercely, but he used Voldemort's vest to suddenly kill the little devil of a thousand people, and the murderous aura in his eyes made the medicine jar muscle mallet on the opposite side soften a little, and he staggered back half a step.

"Ahem, cough, cough" The black-clothed referee who suddenly coughed also seemed to notice a hint of something wrong, "Please prepare for the duel as soon as possible for player 035, otherwise the second challenger will be replaced on the stage." ”

After saying this, the referee glanced at Harry and whispered to him, "Premeditated murder is forbidden in the ring, don't make a mistake, kid." ”

"If he can't catch a single move, then it's none of my business, and my strength is not good, right?"

Harry's cold gaze at a dead man gave him goosebumps, but in the end, the very brave 035 nodded hesitantly, he didn't believe he wouldn't be able to take a single move.

"Both sides are ready, the duel begins!"

The referee announced the start of the duel in the ring, and the two sides simply raised their wands to perform the duel, compared to the audition, the European finals used a more spacious 10X50 meter standard dueling table, and the two sides stood at the marked red line, and immediately turned to face the enemy as the starting gun sounded.

The clumsy and bloated muscles were unexpectedly flexible, even though he looked like the kind of stupid person who couldn't touch his back, but the speed of turning was terrifying, but at the same time that he had just raised his wand and pulled the trigger to activate the spell set, Harry was already standing in the center of the dueling ring, raising his right fist.

"Duel with grace."

Harry grinned at him.

"Mul-Gaar-Nos" (Strength-Liberation-Strike)

Megaton boxing!

Although the heavy blow of the dragon with one punch was less than the increase in the power liberation potion, Harry, who normally had one out of ten Hagrids, was definitely not a normal person who could break his wrists.

The dueling arena kissed by the fist blade let out a loud scream the moment it was touched, and the loud sound of explosion and thunder on a sunny day echoed in this huge dueling arena with the splash of earth, rocks, wood chips, and dust.

The smoke and dust rising more than ten meters high almost obstructed everyone's vision, and the magical barrier that was originally used to prevent the spells on the dueling table from flying and accidentally being injured had already been torn apart in an instant, and a gust of wind blew, emptying the sky of dust.

It was as if a meteorite had fallen here, and only the last fragments of the wreckage at the ends of the original dueling platform remained, and only a man with his hands folded stood in the deep pit.

"Let's declare it over."

Harry opened his mouth indifferently, and his original opponent was knocked dozens of meters away at the moment when the roaring shockwave appeared, if it weren't for the armor in his first spell group, which greatly weakened the damage of this impact, otherwise with his vain muscles, there was no way to block the slightest.

"The second guy, I didn't let him fly out."

Harry snapped his fingers handsomely, and the flying sawdust and earth and rocks flowed back in front of him, and the ring was once again in its original state.

It's like. Nothing happened just now.

"I propose a poll to see how many people are willing to voluntarily drop the challenge to me."

"Maybe you could have behaved better without me, wouldn't you?"

Originally, in the ring where the game was going on, the two sides of the duel couldn't help but stop silently, if Harry was a little stronger than everyone before, then no one would have the idea of pulling him into the water, but what I saw now is not at all at the same level of power level, maybe in the melee, there is a group of people joining forces to fight and there is still a little chance, but in the 1V1 ring match, no one wants to be an opponent with such a guy.

Anyway, there are seven more positions, aren't they?

People thought so, and after someone raised their hands tremblingly, they agreed.

Every once in a while, there will be two particularly perverted guys in the dueling arena, and Professor Flitwick, who has won the duel ring for five consecutive times, was actually a perverted existence at the beginning, but he took the route of rapid attack, and he couldn't make such an exaggerated and terrifying scene, and the organizing committee had a lot of experience in dealing with such accidents.

After a brief vote by several referees, Harry's Ring 001 was banned, and the remaining seven spots would be contested from the rest of the ring.

"Alright, that's it."

With a relaxed face, Harry Shiran returned to the resting place.

"I'm right, there's no spectator in this game, it looks boring, doesn't it?"

Harry smiled at Fleur and walked up to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, did I just show off Hogwarts?" Everyone must be thinking that the students who are worthy of being the five-time champion of the duel are extraordinary. ”

"You kid." Professor Flitwick propped his forehead a little speechlessly, and took a sip of soda with cherry syrup, "Okay, anyway, there's nothing to do with you here, go ahead, but remember to come back at the end of the month, the World Championship is not allowed to step on the point, you have to remember, Harry, the most important thing in the world is genius, there are more than two million wizards in the world, and almost every year there will be an amazing guy." ”

"But there are very few people who can leave traces in people's memories, and you can gain the most by being humble about the world."

"I won't forget, thank you, Professor."

Harry bowed respectfully to Professor Flitwick, then took Fleur's hand, and the figure flickered away from the place.

"Where are we going, Harry?"

Fleur, who was taken by Harry, found them in a place that she knew very well, and she looked up and saw that the Eiffel Tower was not far away, and they were back in Paris, France, on the banks of the Seine.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden? Do you want to visit my house? Mom and Dad and Gabbie went on a trip around the world, and there was no one at home. ”

"Nobody. Ahem, ahem." It took a lot of perseverance for Harry to keep himself from thinking about it, looking at Fleur's smiling face, what he said just now was definitely deliberately making a mistake, this is a trap, and he must not step on it.

"We're going to meet someone you don't necessarily know, but you've definitely heard about it many times."

The two of them walked slowly along the embankment of the Seine, the morning light of Paris had just broken at this moment, the cool morning dew soaked the black dress that Harry had changed into for the duel match, and the stone road under his feet was covered with a layer of fog that had not yet dissipated.

On the other side of the river was the palatial Louvre, and they passed the Little Angel Ice Cream Shop in Saint-Michel along the left bank.

Not far ahead, the Notre-Dame Cathedral faintly heard the carols of priests and children, as if the road to the church was ahead.

"Harry."

"What's the matter?"

Fleur, who had suddenly stopped, leaned against the railing by the river, and there was no one around, so she took off her hood and spread out her long silver hair like a waterfall, and the grass with dew drops was swaying slightly, not because of the morning breeze, but because they were actively swaying their bodies, sending joyful blessings to the picturesque people.

"If one day, I mean if."

Fleur tilted her head and leaned into Harry's shoulder and whispered.

"We're married, how about the wedding take place here?"

The morning sun with a faint golden light fell on the colorful stained window glass of Notre-Dame Cathedral, but even this little dreamy light could not take away even a trace of brilliance and brightness of the girl next to her.

"Well, I'll make all of Paris cheer for that day."

"Really? It's impossible to do that. ”

"Quite simply, if I announce my intention to take Paris on that day, the people here will raise their hands in high to welcome their holy and great king to his faithful Paris."

"Hahahaha." Amused by the French joke, Fleur reached out and pinched Harry's waist, and the holy and great king wrinkled his face bitterly, and then squeezed out a flattering smile.

"Just kidding, just kidding, Grindelwald didn't even bomb Paris back then, how can I do it, right?"

"Hmph~"

Fleur, who had put her hood back on to cover her face, walked ahead with brisk steps, bouncing like a deer in the woods.

"Hey, it's not there, it's wrong."

It wasn't until Fleur had walked more than ten meters that Harry shouted behind her, and although he couldn't see her face clearly with a mask, the look of surprise in his eyes made Harry's mind make up for her expression.

Fleur, who flew like a kitten, was lifted high.

"Girls have to be dignified and elegant, and we're going to meet a great man later."

"Hmph~" Fleur pouted, "It's not because of you, Harry, you childish ghost. ”

"Sisters, don't you like Gabrielle?"

"I'm not a child!" After speaking, Fleur stretched out her foot, "My shoelaces are loose." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll tie your shoes for big sister."

As Harry crouched down, Fleur spun on tiptoe and sat on Harry's shoulder with a 'hey'.

"You still call me a childish ghost?" Harry, who looked up, saw the somewhat triumphant smile, "Who made me a cow and a horse?" ”

So he straightened his back, and with a cry of exclamation, Harry trotted forward with the naïve ghost on his shoulder.

They passed through a gate to an ornate manor that suddenly emerged from the morning mist, and stepped into a private mansion hidden in Paris by magic, which was far more luxurious than the Louvre, which they had just passed.

"This is" Fleur seemed to have some guesses in her mind, but she wasn't sure if it was true.

"Nicol Lemay's private estate, it's beautiful."

(End of chapter)