The changes in the surroundings are not complete yet. The clouds and mist floating on the surface of this vast lake quickly gathered under the influence of magic. They formed two mile-long fog walls. In the center of the fog wall, there was a Come down to the track for the final competition.
The injured little wizards who had lost the 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. The remaining five boats returned to the embankment, lined up neatly, and there were Professor Brain, who had not appeared yet, popped up from nowhere. Facing the sad eyes of the little wizards, he smiled broadly.
"So, is it much obvious what to do next?"
Amosta pointed at the track divided by the fog wall and said cheerfully,
"There are three groups of Slytherin and two groups of Gryffindor. Next, you will race with all your strength to reach the other side. Some of the cute little creatures you have just seen will be randomly placed on the track. At the end of the track, There will be a fork, one leading to glory and one leading to failure. Only by making the right choice can you get the final victory."
"If I were you, Potter,"
After Professor Blaine finished introducing the rules, Malfoy smiled hypocritically,
"I'd take that old broom and go to the owl loft right now and sweep up bird poop... you know, to save myself the trouble!"
Facing Malfoy's provocation, Harry did not immediately retort for the first time. He supported the tired and trembling Hermione, glanced at Slytherin who had already reached a consensus, and then gasped and said sarcastically,
"It does surprise me, Malfoy. I thought your only loyal servants were those two stupid guys."
"No need to start a fight, Potter."
Unexpectedly, the boy on Millicent Burst's ship was thin and frail, and seemed to be slightly alienated from the rest of Slytherin. Harry had hardly paid much attention to him before, Theodore. Nott said dullly,
"Longbottom will not pose any threat to us, Potter. As long as you fall into the water, Slytherin will win. Moreover, if we lose you in the Quidditch match tomorrow, Gryffindor will not be able to beat Hufflepuff." Odd, this is killing two birds with one stone."
Nott's words immediately aroused a fierce reaction from the little Gryffindor wizard on the shore. Ron yelled "despicable" and wanted to rush up and punch Nott twice. However, he was forced back by Amosta's look. go back.
Not bad, young man, the thinking is still very clear.
Although Amosta didn't say a word, there was still a hint of admiration in his eyes. Most of these descendants of pure-blood wizard families that have been passed down for thousands of years are incompetent playboys, but occasionally there are extremely talented people. A few, nurtured by elite education, truly excel.
Harry pursed his lips tightly. To be honest, he knew that Malfoy's group had actually planned this from the beginning, but he was still quite surprised that this Slytherin actually said it so frankly.
"What to do, Harry?"
Neville, who was already wet with water, blinked his eyes, looking like he had no idea.
"There's only one way, Harry," Hermione, whose face was still pale, whispered, "you have to give up on me--"
Just as Harry was about to say something, Hermione interrupted him,
"You have to do this if you want to win, Harry, and Dean -"
Hermione looked at Dean, whose dark skin had turned pale again, "And you, Dean, you also have to give up the game. The two of us are in similar situations. Even if you persist, you will only become a drag!"
Okay, now Harry, Neville and Dean understand what Hermione means. Instead of keeping two people who can no longer play any role, it is better to merge the teams and streamline them into a capable team. This way , it is possible to find an opportunity for victory in the foreseeable siege of Slytherin.
"A very wise choice, Miss Granger--"
After Amosta nodded appreciatively at Hermione, he turned to look at the stumbling little guys and said with a smile,
"Please wait a moment, everyone, I will take you to the hospital together later."
Listen to yourself, is this human language?
Black lines appeared on the foreheads of the little wizards, all thinking this in their hearts.
"Ha, I'm waiting for you at the finish line, Potter. I hope you can swim faster!"
When Amosta announced the start of the game, Malfoy laughed triumphantly. Just as Harry expected, Malfoy had no intention of pestering him. He gave this 'honorable' task to Harry. Sid and Greengrass. ŴŴŴ.
"Give Malfoy some color, Harry!"
Standing on the shore with mud on his face, Ron yelled angrily, "If you can't do it, don't even think about going to bed tonight!"
Well--
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ron, including Amosta and Hermione, with shocked expressions.
"Oh, what's wrong?"
Being targeted by so many weird eyes, Ron shivered a few times. He innocently looked at Hermione who couldn't help but laugh, and muttered in a low voice,
"I mean, Harry and I share a dormitory...nothing else..."
Neville's chubby cheeks were bright red. He seemed to be under a lot of pressure because he had become the hope of the whole village for no apparent reason. If it weren't for the fact that Harry was with him, he might have collapsed.
"What to do, Harry?"
After Malfoy left, Greengrass and Burst did not rush out. She was sandwiched between Harry and Neville, staring at the two of them eagerly. It seemed that she had made up her mind to entangle them and let Malfoy get it. victory.
"You can't give up anyway, Neville!" Harry said through gritted teeth.
The wind howled suddenly, and the stationary boat shot out like an arrow. Harry stared at Malfoy's retreating figure with determination in his eyes, but...
"Get away, Harry!"
Not only Neville, but many Gryffindors watching the game on the shore also shouted anxious reminders. Harry turned around urgently, only to see Millicent with a sneer on his face and Daphne with a calm look in her eyes, turning her head to the bed, forming a The trajectory of 'X' hit the stern of his boat hard!
Click!
The bow of Harry's ship was tilted up like a pirate ship. If he hadn't pulled the rudder, he might have been thrown into the water. Neville was even more miserable. He was crawling in the cabin, with his right hand Pressed on the wooden hemisphere on the side of the ship, the instantly accelerating hull caused his body to slide uncontrollably, and his face was in close contact with the hull. By the time Harry took control of the hull, Neville's face was covered in blood as his nose was hurt. !
The angry shouts of the Gryffindors on the shore were about to bring down the roof. Hermione rushed in front of Professor Blaine and shouted with rare indignation,
"This is not fair. Slytherin is cheating. They are using despicable means to win. Is this allowed, Professor!"
"I don't see what's wrong, Miss Granger--"
Facing the little witch's angry rebuke, Amosta said calmly,
"Just like in order to ensure victory, you and Mr. Thomas automatically quit the game and let Harry and Neville form a team. Slytherin just chose tactics that were conducive to victory. I think their choice was very wise."
Hermione's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she turned her head desperately to say something to retort, but since Professor Blaine only did not allow the little wizards to attack each other with wands, the actions of Millicent and Greengrass were indeed not considered a foul. .
"How are you, Neville?"
The tilted bow of the boat hit the water hard and bounced several times. Harry, who finally managed to stand still, immediately looked at Neville. He thought that Neville, who was easily frightened, must have been frightened, but unexpectedly, Neville was more frightened than Neville. He imagined being braver.
"I'm fine, Harry."
Neville said in shock. He wiped his nose and was stunned when he looked at the red blood on his hands. However, he didn't say anything. He just wiped it on his robe under Harry's worried eyes, and then gasped slightly. He looked at the two groups of people who had the boat lying across the front, completely blocking the track.
The two Slytherin girls, Millicent and Daphne, had their attention on Harry from beginning to end. However, behind them, the two wizards Theodore and Blaise, who were relatively silent, frowned in unison, as if they were aware of it. When the soft, chubby-faced little boy looked over, there was something uncomfortable awakening in their eyes.
"You don't have to ask for trouble, Potter and Longbottom." Blaise Sabine said, "It would be more sensible to give up now."
"Feel sorry--"
Harry's green eyes were burning with fire, and he stared coldly at the Slytherin blocking the track.
"I may never understand what it means to assess the situation!"
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