As soon as Milton finished speaking, Roger failed.
Perhaps because he got rid of the wild boar, he was a little too proud of himself and was caught by Fred.
Fred’s method was also quite clever.
He did not attack Roger directly.
Scott saw it clearly. He used the hardening spell to make the grass under Roger’s feet as hard as stone. Roger was caught off guard and tripped while running.
Fred seized the opportunity to hit him with the petrification spell. Roger’s smug smile froze on his face in an instant.
“This is really…” Scott raised his hand to cover his face.
“This…” Milton opened his mouth in surprise.
Scott was also alerting himself in his heart that he should not take such tricks lightly.
After winning, Fred changed his robe back and put it on.
He smiled and removed the spell for Roger, then proudly raised his head and strode off the field.
George and Lee Jordan and other Gryffindors were still applauding and cheering enthusiastically, as if welcoming the hero’s triumph.
Roger could only walk to Scott and Milton with his head down.
Scott and Milton did not look at him, but just pretended to look at other students who had not finished the duel.
“Ah…”
Roger squatted beside him and sighed faintly.
Scott still ignored him.
“Ah…”
Roger sighed faintly again.
At this moment, he seemed to be Milton in the past, intending to take over the banner of “English Daiyu”.
But Scott felt that Roger’s body shape was really not in line with this nickname, so he quickly killed this disgusting idea.
He squinted at Roger, who was squatting on the ground with a resentful expression, “What kind of drama are you acting? It’s not the first time you lose to Fred.”
Scott didn’t want to pay attention to him.
But there was no way, this guy pretending to be resentful was too eye-catching.
Even if you don’t look at it, there are eye-catching pictures in your mind.
“You say…” Roger pulled the grass leaves on the ground with his hands, “Is it more wrong for me to lose this time?”
“Well, it’s really wrong.” Scott said bluntly.
Who made you too arrogant.
Milton kindly commented, “You are careless, Roger.”
“Yes, I am too careless.”
Roger seemed to be waiting for this sentence.
He immediately stood up, returned to normal, and made a provocative gesture to Fred on the other side.
Fred certainly did not want to be outdone.
The two of them exchanged real-life emoticons in the air.
“…”
Scott couldn’t help but stand a little further away.
After all the duels of the fourth graders were over, Scott and his team returned to the stands.
Next, the fifth, sixth, and seventh graders, the senior wizards took turns to play, and the duel scenes became more and more exciting.
Especially the seventh graders.
In the magic world, the peak of many adult wizards’ spellcasting level stays at the age of 17, and there will be no improvement in the future.
According to the usual saying of the magic world, a 17-year-old wizard is already an adult wizard.
These seventh-grade battles look much more intense than those of other students.
In the seventh grade, a wizard’s combat ability and combat habits are also formed.
They will also use lethal spells more unscrupulously.
Especially Gryffindor and Slytherin, who were assigned to the same group, soon had blood.
This made Madam Pomfrey, who was waiting at the side of the court to receive the wounded at any time, very dissatisfied, and she began to complain loudly.
But no one in the battle listened to him, and the fight became more intense.
Soon, the brutality of the battle began to go further, and some people began to lose arms and legs.
Scott suddenly understood why Hogwarts had not set up dueling classes in the past. This scene…
Although this was not a serious injury for wizards, the impact of the tragic scene was still very strong.
Madam Pomfrey was furious.
Professor Flitwick and Snape were also busy.
In order to prevent students from killing themselves or others, they had to keep their eyes and ears open.
They kept waving their wands. In addition to quickly moving the wounded off the court, they also had to resist those fatal attacks for students from time to time.
Not long after, Professor McGonagall also came down from the Gryffindor stand and came to the court to help, which relieved Professor Flitwick and Snape of the pressure.
The stands were quiet, and the lower-grade students were completely silent.
No one thought that the seventh-year guys were so cruel.
Of course, there were also those heartless people.
For example, Eddie, who was sitting next to Scott.
“Oh… Oh! Great! This is beautiful!”
He was so excited that his eyes were shining, and he exclaimed from time to time.
Finally, before lunch time, the unprecedented duel exam at Hogwarts was over.
The result was that there were dozens of wounded people on the side of the court, and among them, the seventh-year students accounted for a small half.
Even the grass of the court was left with blood.
When leaving the Quidditch court, looking at the bloody seventh-year students, Milton asked puzzledly, “Why are the seventh-year students so impulsive?”
“Maybe it’s because they are about to leave Hogwarts.” Scott guessed.
He understood the carnival before graduation.
This was much more exciting than the activity of tearing up all the textbooks with his classmates after the college entrance examination in his previous life.
Several people crossed the lawn outside the stadium and went to the auditorium to prepare for dinner.
However, an uninvited guest arrived at this time.
“Milton.”
Mr. Graves and Mrs. Zabini walked to Milton arm in arm.
Mr. Graves was dressed very neatly and his attitude was much better than the last time they met.
At least, he nodded kindly to Scott and other friends of Milton.
Mrs. Zabini wore a gorgeous big hat on her head, and the black veil covered most of her face.
She didn’t say anything, her bright red lips curved, gave Milton a cold smile, and then returned to her expressionless posture.
Milton was stunned, but still greeted politely, “Good afternoon, father, ma’am.”
“Let’s go, Milton.” Mr. Graves waved his hand, “I think you should talk to us.”
“What’s the matter, father?” Milton stood there without moving.
Mr. Graves’s expression changed, and he seemed to be about to get angry, but he held it back.
He glanced at Scott and the others standing behind Milton.
Scott knew that this gentleman wanted them to be tactful and leave on their own.
But Milton didn’t want to talk to his father and stepmother now, so Scott, Roger and Eddie stood there without moving.
The group was deadlocked for a few seconds, and Mr. Graves’s face was a little embarrassed.
He forced a kind smile and said to Milton: “It’s nothing, I just want to ask you if you are doing well in school.”
“Thank you, I’m fine, father.”
Scott heard Milton say in a voice without any emotion.
There will be another chapter next.
The author types slowly, and the update will be after 12 o’clock if you look at the time.
Readers who can’t wait, please read it tomorrow morning.
