The surrounding changes are not finished, the clouds and mist floating on the surface of this vast lake land quickly gather under the effect of magic, and they form two walls of fog that are a mile long, and the center of the fog wall is the final race track.

The injured little wizards who had lost their ability to compete floated up from the cabin or the water one by one and floated to the land at the door of the classroom, and the remaining five small boats returned to the embankment, neatly lined up, and Professor Brian, who had not appeared for a while, came out of which horn, and smiled in the face of the complaining eyes of the little wizards.

"So, is it obvious what to do next?"

Amosta pointed to the track cut by the wall of fog and said happily,

"There are three groups in Slytherin, two groups in Gryffindor, and then you will race all your way to the other side, and the track will be randomly arranged with some cute little creatures that you have just seen, and at the end of the track, there will be a fork, one to glory, one to defeat, and only by making the right choices will you get the ultimate victory."

"If I were you, Potter,"

When Professor Blaine finished explaining the rules, Malfoy smiled sheepishly,

"I'm going to take that old broom with me and go to the owl shed to sweep the guano now... You know, lest you bring shame upon yourself! ”

In the face of Malfoy's provocation, Harry didn't immediately retort for the first time, he helped the tired and shivering Hermione, glanced at Slytherin, who had reached a consensus, and then gasped and sarcastically,

"I'm surprised, Malfoy, I thought you were the only faithful servants, those two stupid big men."

"There's no need to sow discord, Potter."

Unexpectedly, the thin boy on the Millicent Persted ship, who seemed to have a faint sense of alienation from the rest of Slytherin, whom Harry had barely paid much attention to before, Theodore Nott, said sullenly,

"Longbottom won't pose much of a threat to us, Potter, Slytherin will win if you fall overboard, and Gryffindor won't be able to win against Hufflepuff if you lose you in tomorrow's Quidditch match, it's killing two birds with one stone."

Knott's words immediately provoked a fierce reaction from the Gryffindor wizards on the shore, and Ron yelled 'mean' and tried to rush up and punch Nott twice, but was forced back by Amosta's look.

Yes, young man, the idea is still very clear.

Although Amosta didn't say a word, there was still a faint appreciation in his eyes, most of the descendants of these pure-blood wizard families that have been passed down for thousands of years are some unsuccessful children, but occasionally there are very few, under the cultivation of elite education, they are indeed outstanding.

Harry pursed his lips, honestly, he knew that Malfoy's gang had had this idea in mind, but he was surprised that this Slytherin had said it so frankly.

"What to do, Harry?"

Neville, already drenched in water, blinked, looking like he had no idea.

"There's only one way, Harry," Hermione, still pale, whispered, "you have to give up on me--"

Harry was about to say something when Hermione interrupted him,

"You're going to have to do it if you want to win, Harry, and, Dean—"

Hermione looked at Dean again, whose dark skin was also pale, "And you, Dean, you have to give up the game too, the two of us are in a similar situation, even if we persist, we will only become a drag bottle!" ”

Well, now that Harry, Neville, and Dean understood what Hermione meant, instead of keeping two people who were no longer useful, it would be better to merge the team and streamline it into a combat-ready team, so that it would be possible to find a chance of victory in the next predictable siege of Slytherin.

"Very sensible, Miss Granger--"

Amosta nodded appreciatively at Hermione, then turned to look at the staggering little ones and said with a smile,

"Please wait a moment, everyone, and I'll take you to the hospital later."

Listen to it yourself, is this speaking in human terms?

The little wizards had black lines on their foreheads, and they all thought so in their hearts.

"Ha, I'll be waiting for you at the finish line, Potter, I hope you can swim faster!"

When Amosta announced the start of the match, Malfoy let out a triumphant laugh that, as Harry had expected, Malfoy had no intention of pestering him, and he had given the 'honorable' task to Persted and Greengrass. ŴŴŴ.

"Give Malfoy some color and see, Harry!"

Standing on the shore with mud on his face, Ron yelled angrily, "If you can't do that, you don't want to go to bed tonight!" ”

Belch--

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ron, including Amosta and Hermione, with stunned expressions.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Aiming at so many weird eyes, Ron shivered fiercely a few times, he innocently looked at Hermione, who couldn't help but laugh, and muttered,

"I mean, I'm in a dorm room with Harry... It doesn't mean anything else..."

Neville's chubby cheeks were flushed, and he seemed to be under a lot of pressure if it weren't for the fact that Harry was with him.

"What should I do, Harry?"

After Malfoy left, Greengrass and Birdside didn't rush out, she was caught between Harry and Neville, staring at them with fierce eyes, as if she had made up her mind to entangle them and give Malfoy victory.

"Can't give up, Neville!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

The wind howled, the still boat shot out like an arrow from a string, and Harry stared at Malfoy's fast back, his eyes filled with unstoppable determination, but...

"Get out of the way, Harry!"

Not only Neville, but even many Gryffindors watching the battle on the shore were anxiously and loudly reminded, and Harry turned back urgently, only to see a sneering Millicent and a calm Daphne with a determined gaze deflecting the head of the bed, forming an 'X' trajectory and slamming into his stern!

Click!

The bow of Harry's ship was raised high like a pirate ship, if he hadn't pulled the rudder, I am afraid that this blow would have been enough to throw him into the water, and Neville was even more miserable, he was prostrate in the cabin, his right hand pressed on the wooden hemisphere on the side of the ship, and the instant acceleration of the hull made his body slide uncontrollably, and his face was in close contact with the hull, and by the time Harry controlled the hull, Neville's face was covered in blood!

The angry shouts of Gryffindor on the shore were about to tear off the roof, and Hermione rushed in front of Professor Bryan, screaming with rare indignation,

"It's not fair, the Slytherins are cheating, they're using vile means to win, is that allowed, Professor!"

"I don't see what's wrong, Miss Granger--"

In the face of the little witch's rebuke, Amosta said calmly,

"In the same way that you and Mr. Thomas automatically quit the game to ensure victory, leaving Harry and Neville as a team, Slytherin simply chose tactics that would favor victory, and I think they made a wise choice."

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she turned her head desperately to say something to refute, but since Professor Bryan just didn't allow the young wizards to attack each other with their wands, Millicent and Greengrass's actions were indeed not foul.

"How are you, Neville?"

The cocked bow slammed into the water and bounced off the surface several times, and Harry, who had managed to stand firmly, immediately looked at Neville, who he thought was particularly easily frightened, must have been frightened, but unexpectedly, Neville was a little braver than he thought.

"I'm fine, Harry."

Neville said in shock, wiping his nose and stunned at the red blood on his hands, but he didn't say anything, just wiped his robe in Harry's worried gaze, and then, gasping slightly, he looked at the two groups of people who had crossed the boat in front of him, completely blocking the track.

Millicent and Daphne, the two Slytherin girls, were always focused on Harry, but the two wizards, Theodore and Blais, who were more silent behind her, frowned in unison, as if they sensed that something uncomfortable was awakening in the eyes of the soft, chubby-faced little boy.

"You don't have to ask for trouble, Potter and Longbottom." "It's wiser to give up now," Blais Shabini said. ”

"Sorry--"

Harry's turquoise eyes were burning with flames, and he stared coldly at the Slytherins blocking the track,

"I'll probably never understand what it's all about!"



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