When the three members of the last Slytherin team jumped up from their stools and let out a terrified roar, Professor Blaine slowly opened his eyes in front of the young wizards.

George Weasley didn't seem to have completely shaken off the shadow of what he had just seen, he sat in his seat, still holding his intact thigh, and at this time, his funny talent seemed to be completely gone, and his gaze was full of grief as he stared at Professor Blaine.

Neville bowed his head apologetically, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny were whispering comfort to him, but Draco was triumphantly bragging off their fight with Professor Bryan to the crowd.

Most of the little wizards had a numb face, on the one hand, Professor Bryan had just made a ruthless attack that was completely beyond their limits, and on the other hand, after such a long time of training, they thought that they had made a big difference, however, they were still defeated by Professor Bryan, who had suppressed most of his power, and this sense of loss was indescribable.

Looking at the group of dejected little wizards, Amosta was not disappointed, and this result was not unexpected by him.

"Cheer up—"

Professor Bryan said calmly, and when the student's eyes were on him, he raised his wand and pointed it at his temple, slowly pulling out a few glowing silver threads.

"Now, let's take a look at the walkthrough from beginning to end--"

As he spoke, his wand slashed through the air, and the silver filament gradually unfolded into a plane like rippling water waves, and the perspective of the picture was officially Professor Bryan himself.

The earliest Fred, George and Lee, they were the first to be sent out, and I don't know what the later little wizards will be, including Hermione, and they don't know what happened next. No one was surprised by Professor Brian's wonderful methods, they were used to it, and everyone was quietly watching their performance.

The rest of the class was spent watching, and with a few minutes left before the end of the lesson, they watched tonight's showdown from beginning to end.

"You've fallen into a common misunderstanding, and I must warn you—"

Amosta said to the thoughtful little wizards,

"It's extremely fatal for you to treat the duel as if you were the kind of exercises you normally experience in class, and you don't have the right attitude to face it, and once you get used to it, then it will be too late when you actually fight people on the battlefield and realize that there is no chance of starting over—"

The problems exposed by the duel just now are by no means limited to this, aside from the individual hard power of the little wizards, from the perspective of Amosta, their coordination is actually terrible, even if it is Draco's group, their cooperation is only in the rhythm of the attack, and the attack itself is completely separate.

However, considering that this is only the first time they have cooperated and even the first time they have actually done it with someone, these mistakes are not intolerable.

"--As for the specific reasons for the failure of each group, I will not tell you, but you need to think about it, and each group should submit to me a paper on the reasons for their failure by next Wednesday, and the length of the paper should not be less than fifteen inches—"

Fifteen-inch papers weren't that easy to deal with, Harry twitched at the corner of his eye, but he immediately realized that Professor Bryan was asking for a group, which meant that everyone could share a part. In Hermione's style, she could probably finish the paper by herself.

It had been a long time since the atmosphere at the end of PE class had been so dreary, and everyone had lined up to leave the classroom, and George was still limping - although his body was not injured, the profound mental blow would also affect his body, and he could not get rid of this hallucination for the time being.

"Oh, yes--"

Harry ignored the ostentatious glances that Malfoy kept throwing at him, this guy was just lucky, and learned some of the failures of the previous team, if Slytherin had been the first to play, he might have ended up worse than George!

Harry muttered quietly as he was about to walk out of the classroom, and he turned back into the classroom and ran to Professor Bryan, who was making the desks and chairs jump back to the front wall in an orderly manner, and a few minutes later, under Professor Blaine's mocking gaze, he ran out of the classroom with a signature.

"You're going—" Hermione had been waiting for him outside the door, and she only glanced at it to understand what was going on, "He gave it to you?" ”

"Professor Bryan has always been a good talker, hasn't he?"

Harry asked, a little curiously.

"yes--"

Hermione pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with horror, and her body trembled violently,

"But when he just recited a spell to Ginny in the spirit world, oh, Ginny will have nightmares tonight."

"Ginny isn't the only one who has nightmares—" Harry said, as he stepped forward.

Normally, PE students would always be uncontrollable when they returned to the common room, and most of them couldn't suppress their desire to share when Professor Blaine didn't order the content of the class to be kept secret, but today's situation is strange to the rest of the people.

"What's going on?"

When Harry and Hermione returned to the hallway in front of the portrait of the fat lady, they were shocked to find that Ron was actually standing in the doorway waiting for them, and as soon as he saw the two of them appear, he rushed up and asked anxiously,

"Didn't you go to class, why did George look like he was injured, Ginny I hadn't seen her look like that, what the hell was going on, why didn't anyone want to speak?"

Ron looked at Hermione, and when he sensed the mixed emotions in Hermione's eyes, he avoided it like an electric shock and looked at Harry instead.

"Oh, nothing--"

Harry said wearily,

"Nothing unexpected happened, Ron, we just. I was taught a lesson by Professor Brian. Let's go inside, Hermione and I both had a coma spell in Professor Bryan's mental world, but it felt real."

With that, Harry walked around Ron towards the portrait of the fat lady, and Hermione followed without saying a word. Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Ron opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, but his face looked extremely pale under the firelight.

The sun sets in the west, the blood-like remnant sun reflects on the sparkling surface of the black lake, and on the cliff shore, the magnificent black castle silently watches the rippling water waves, silently showing an inexplicable tragedy.

Fleur didn't like this kind of tragedy, so she withdrew her gaze from afar. Looking at the nearby Quidditch pitch, she spotted Hermione Granger, the little girl who was a warrior like her, running in circles around the Quidditch pitch with a dozen other people doing the same.

It's stupid -

She had discovered this phenomenon from the first day she arrived at Hogwarts, and every evening, there would always be a group of Hogwarts students running around their court, and what could a wizard do with his physical exercise? This behavior is so comical that Fleur can't even get interested in asking what the hell is going on.

The sky-blue curtains fill the room with a fresh fragrance, and although it is only a temporary living room, every part of the room is decorated with exquisite carving and full of artistic atmosphere.

Fleur was dressed in blue silk suspender pajamas, and she was lazily lying on her side on the bed, not bothering to deal with one shoulder strap slipping off so that the small half of her upper body was left uncovered. She rolled over and looked at her room boredly. On the dresser, a radio made of the horns of some kind of magical creature is playing the music of the Weird Sisters - harsh and ugly, that's Fleur's assessment.

"Vulgar, completely aesthetically devoid of Englishmen"

Fleur muttered angrily.

Everything at Hogwarts was not what she expected, she expected to receive a warm welcome, but she was snubbed and the Triwizard Tournament went wrong.

"Sister--"

Gabrielle walked straight in, she was the only one who could enter Fleur's room without permission.

"Oh, Gabrielle—"

Fleur pulled up her shoulder straps and sat up slightly straight,

"Excuse me, help me get the radio out, I've had enough of the nasty music—"

"I think it's funny—"

Gabrielle had come to call Fleur for dinner, she said with a grin, but turned off the music,

"The head of the castle has just found Madame Maxim, and he wants us not to stay in the carriage, but to go to dinner in the Great Hall--"

"The head of the castle?" Fleur's heart pounded, "Who is it?" ”

When she was with her sister, Gabrielle was a quirky little girl, and she knew what her sister wanted, but she grinned and didn't say anything until Fleur took her over and scratched her violently under her squeaky socket, and she giggled and said,

"It was Mr. Blaine, who told Madame Maxim that the Triwizard Tournament was meant to facilitate communication between the parties, and that there would be no point in the event if we and the Durmstrang people stayed in our own place all the time, and Madame agreed--"

"Did he say anything else?" Fleur shook her hair and asked expectantly.

"No--"

Gabrielle said 'sincerely', until her sister became unhappy again, and Gabrielle looked invited,

"But I told Mr. Blaine that I wanted to visit Hogsmeade, the only pure wizarding village in England, and Mr. Blaine immediately agreed--"

(End of chapter)