After Hermione said that sentence in a calm tone, the classroom fell silent, and even the chatter was gone, and people stared at the girl's thin body, as if to find out where the courage came from her thin body.

"Competition--"

Malfoy's brow furrowed, and he leaned back to retract it, glaring at Hermione suspiciously,

"What are you trying to do?"

"Of course, it's a competition for the class we're training in, Malfoy." Hermione said as a matter of course, her voice paused, and then, looking at Malfoy with mocking eyes,

"Aside from this, do you have any other grades that can compare to me. Oh, of course, I'll admit that you're going to be better at Quidditch. ”

Hermione's grades were among the best in her class, but even in front of Harry and Ron, she rarely emphasized this. Except in class, Hermione was actually relatively low-key in private, and Harry had never seen Hermione brag about her grades in public.

Hermione's words were irrefutable, Draco's face was gloomy, he glanced at Hermione a few times, and then, the corners of his mouth pulled out a sarcastic arc, he wanted to mock something, but Hermione, who wanted to end the chaos as soon as possible, looked at everyone first and said,

"Cedric is the best in his current training, he can walk half the way - that's two hundred feet under the attack of the big dung eggs, and none of the rest are more than two hundred feet --"

Actually, this is also related to their own ability to resist blows, some little wizards' dodge ability is better than Cedric's, but the difference in physical fitness brought about by the age gap makes them not as good as Cedric Of course, Marcus, who has a big waist and a round waist, is more resistant, but his dodging ability is much worse than Cedric.

"Me, Neville and Luna, the three of us are Professor Blaine's chosen teaching assistants—"

Hermione's eyes were strong as she fixed her eyes on Malfoy,

"Anyone who is not satisfied with this fact can compete with us, and the sign of victory is who crosses Cedric's 200 feet faster. Of course, if someone sticks the whole way, then he will win as well. ”

Neville's forehead was sweating and her pale lips were quivering, and Hermione seemed to anticipate Neville's reaction, she turned her head to look at Neville, her pure brown eyes reflecting the firelight,

"Think about what Professor Bryan says about you, Neville, he thinks you're excellent."

Hermione didn't divulge Professor Blaine's evaluation of Neville, because she knew that this would inevitably lead to Neville's ridicule, and she herself had some doubts about Professor Brian's evaluation of Neville, but for now, she could only trust Neville.

The flickering fire in Hermione's eyes seemed to have some kind of power, and looking directly at the fire, Neville felt like he was about to be ignited. The heart in his chest was still beating at an abnormal rate, and his brain was still dizzy, but gradually, Neville's pale cheeks were flushed, and the flush turned into a prairie fire like a dull spark.

"I'll let the horse come over as soon as possible, Malfoy!"

Neville suddenly turned his gaze as he glared at Malfoy panting and yelled abruptly.

"Longbottom, you're humiliating yourself!"

Malfoy said through gritted teeth.

Harry blinked, looking at Neville beside Hermione, suddenly unable to connect with the clumsy Gryffindor boy. But Neville's performance was undoubtedly inspiring, with applause and howls raging like a tidal wave.

Luna stared at Malfoy with those foggy, bulging eyes,

"Questioning decisions made by people who are wiser than you are is foolish to get yourself in trouble."

Draco hesitated, but it had come to this point that he was already riding a tiger.

"Okay--"

Malfoy said coldly, he glanced at the Slytherin crowd, and after a moment's hesitation, he Slytherin was the best person in the class,

"Three-on-three, Sabini, Nott, and me, if any of you lose, you'll have to resign from Professor Blaine!"

"You're trying to play tricks, Malfoy!"

Harry saw that this kind of competition was not good for Hermione, and Malfoy could have targeted Hermione and one of the three of them, thus forcing that person to lose his position as assistant teacher. Seriously, Harry wanted to play for Harry or Neville, but he knew in his heart that it was Hermione's trouble, and even if he played and won against the nasty Slytherin bunch, they wouldn't give up on making trouble.

"No problem—"

Under Hermione's inquiring eyes, Luna said happily on her tiptoes.

"I'll be the referee for you."

Cedric stepped forward and said.

The six men stood on the starting line of their usual training, and the rest gave up all the space, and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff men were very different in nature about the competition without the intervention of the professor, and they whispered about the results of the competition.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were clearly wary of each other, and they didn't trust each other, believing that when the game was going on, the other would make a black move.

Harry watched as Hermione rolled up her sleeves and pulled a rubber band out of her body to tie up her messy hair, and then crouched down calmly to prepare.

It was clear that Hermione was nervous when she was in the common room before, but now that this time, Hermione seemed to have put down all her baggage.

"Let's go!"

With a snap of Cedric's snort, the six men jumped out like arrows from a string.

To be honest, if it had been more than a month ago, Harry would never have believed that their group of young wizards were so agile.

In the first fifty feet, everyone showed a dexterity that Ron and the other little wizards who had long since given up on the class could not believe, and the six of them used their own style of dodging to let go of the big dung eggs, and for a while, the figures on the field flew over, and all kinds of thrilling dodge moves emerged one after another.

To be sure, Malfoy was really attentive to this class.

Accustomed to the rhythm of the big dung eggs' attacks, he found the gap between each wave of attacks and ran forward desperately, dodging with precision, so that Harry had to admit that Malfoy had become his fierce opponent again in this class.

"Oh, look at Longbottom and Lovegood!"

To Harry's regret, Hermione didn't show anything extraordinary, she was the only one who had been hit with a big shot on her shoulder until she reached the fifty-foot line, and if she continued like this, Hermione would definitely lose the game.

Harry's energy was on Malfoy and Hermione, and it wasn't until Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbot exclaimed that he quickly turned his gaze to observe the performance of Hermione's two teammates, and after a few glances, Harry immediately fell into shock.

Is that still Neville?! Also, what the hell is going on with Luna?!

Fifty feet earlier, everyone's progress was about the same, but when he crossed the first standard line of physical exertion, and with the rest of the group slowing down significantly, Neville suddenly let out a low roar, his back suddenly accelerating like a lion cub pounced on its prey!

Once again, Neville showed a stunned look!

While everyone slowed down, he suddenly overtook everyone at an accelerated speed, and a big dung egg flew towards Neville's chin at a tricky angle, and just when the afterimage was five feet close to Neville's side, Neville suddenly moved, stretched out his hand and brushed it through the air, and in the next second, threw the big dung egg in the other direction with his backhand!

Syllable!

Two big dung eggs hit hard in mid-air, and disgusting stinking liquid splashed everywhere!

"Longbottom!"

Sabini screamed in anger, and he was splashed in the eyes by the stench that exploded in front of him, and he had to stop and cover his eyes and howl in pain.

"Foul!"

Pansy Parkinson on the field screamed with a hideous face,

"Longbottom should be disqualified, he vile sneak attack!"

It's hard to tell if it was an accident or Neville's intention, but there was no one but Slytherin who didn't look good at Neville's pretty hand!

When the distance exceeded one hundred and fifty feet, most of them were already visibly struggling, except for one person, and that was Luna!

(End of chapter)