"Foolish Gryffindor, what else can you do, Potter, you are at your wits' end."
When Harry's words caused all the young Gryffindor wizards to applaud, Blaise Chabini looked at Harry with undisguised contempt in his brown eyes.
The river was not particularly wide and was blocked by two oak boats swinging horizontally. The remaining narrow space was not enough for another boat to pass.
In the distance, Draco's speed slowed down, not only because Parkinson's magic power was not enough to support the entire high-speed running on the track, but also because of the randomly distributed Xinkpunks hiding in the mist on the track. They brought a little interference, not to mention that in the second half of the track, the Sirak fish created by Professor Brain were constantly attacking them. If they didn't want to be bruised and swollen by those weakly poisonous water arrows, they would The magic barrier must be propped up, and this further consumes their magic power.
Harry withdrew his gaze without saying a word, and faced the Slytherin blocking the road with the same sharp eyes.
At some point, Amosta got himself a high-back soft chair. He crossed his legs and held a cup of steaming green tea, looking like he was leisurely watching a good show.
What would Harry do?
Not only the little wizard behind him, Amosta was also a little curious.
Just when everyone was wondering whether Harry would hit him hard, and even if he fell into the water, he would defeat Slytherin's arrogance, Harry slowly took out his wand from his pocket and pointed it steadily at Daphne and the others. .
"You want to attack us, Potter?"
Theodore's lips became more mocking,
"Have you forgotten Professor Blaine's rules?"
"Neville!"
The moment Theodore finished speaking, Harry suddenly shouted. Although Neville at the stern had been silent, he had already been mentally prepared. When Harry greeted him, he slapped him without hesitation. On the starboard side hemisphere!
Neville and Harry's boat was like a sharp ice knife. It was suddenly cut through the water and stirred up billowing white waves. It hit Millicent and Theodore's boat straight away, as if people expected it. In that case, prepare to exchange the limit for one, but...
"The ground is freezing and the sky is freezing!"
Just when the two sides were still twenty feet away, Harry's wand suddenly lowered and pointed at the water surface and shouted, a stream of cold air spurted out with a hiss, and a layer of hard ice formed on the rippling water surface. Harry Lift your wrist, and the ice immediately spreads upward, forming a slope!
Wow!
Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment. The four little wizards of Slytherin slowly raised their heads. The crystal-clear beads scattered in the air reflected their stunned and funny expressions. Everything was like a dream.
Boom!
The boat crashed again and hit the water with a thunderous sound. Time came back to life. Ron and Hermione on the shore instantly shouted happily,
"Well done, Harry!"
Ron shouted, and the other little wizards of Gryffindor who were slow to react also laughed and screamed as if they were under a happy spell. In contrast, the little wizards of Slytherin immediately fell from being complacent to being depressed. Crabbe and Goyle, who were covered in mud, had ferocious expressions and seemed to want to rush over and throw Ron into the water, but were forced back by a slightly cold look from the prophetic Amosta.
Harry and Neville rode away, and it was not until three seconds later that the two Slytherin ships reacted, quickly turned around, and tried their best to catch up.
When concentrating, those naturally grown hinkpunks are not easily misleading. Not only Harry and Neville, but also the obstacle quagmire set up by Amosta did not cause much trouble to Millicent and Daphne. The speedboat swam flexibly on the water, and it didn't take long for it to complete one-third of the track.
Just when the six little wizards were feeling a little tired, the Shirac fish came out to cause trouble again.
Under the light green water, several unexpected water arrows grazed Harry's cheek. Harry, who was staring at Malfoy's increasingly clear back, was so frightened that he jumped. His hand at the helm also shook, and he almost hit him. Towards a dancing orange light near the river bank!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The water arrows that kept intertwining enveloped the two people like a large transparent net. Neville was squatting in the cabin. Due to the angle, the water arrows of the Chirac fish could not hit him, but Harry was not so lucky. To ensure that his view was not obstructed, he could only control the boat to dodge desperately, but even so, a water arrow that accidentally hit the corner of his eyebrow still caused him to faint suddenly, and then his forehead swelled up.
"Harry, should we open the barrier!"
Neville, who noticed the unusual shaking of the ship, discovered Harry's miserable state. He wanted to ask Harry for his opinion whether they should...
"No, Neville!"
Even though he could no longer see clearly with one eye, Harry still decisively rejected Neville's proposal.
"Magic power is more precious to us. We don't have any extra magic power to protect ourselves!"
Looking back at Harry who didn't waver at all, Neville blinked, as if he was greatly touched.
But for the two Slytherin boats, their determination cannot be compared with Harry and Neville. Moreover, the two little witches Millicent and Daphne obviously care about their own image very much. They don't want to compete with them. Porter, like the other unlucky ones on the shore, walked out of the classroom with a bag on his head.
After the first round of attacks by the Shirak fish, she and she both ordered the boy behind her to open the magic barrier to resist those sharp water arrows.
And this also means that Theodore and Blaise's magic power will be consumed at double the speed. With the help of the Chirac fish, they will soon fall behind after finally being level with Porter's ship. And could no longer catch up with Potter and Longbottom.
So, for Slatin's two ships, there is only one way to continue to provide some help to Malfoy.
Across Potter and Longbottom's ship, Millicent and Daphne looked at each other and both came up with this idea...
Bang!
In an instant, the three oak boats running abreast were squeezed together. In Harry's angry eyes, Millicent Burst's fat chin trembled and he said sarcastically,
"We won't let you take the spotlight easily, Potter!"
"What do these despicable guys want to do!!!"
Ron roared immediately, but Hermione remained silent and looked ugly, obviously having guessed the reason why Millicent and Daphne did what they did.
Yes, this can indeed send Porter out--
Amosta took a sip of the bitter tea, his expression remained calm, but he was smiling in his heart.
"What on earth do you want to do!"
Harry's face was livid. He struggled to control the rudder and gritted his teeth.
"Don't even think about it, Potter." Blaise said arrogantly, "In the end, there is only one winner, and that is Slytherin!"
"Be careful, Harry, there's a trap ahead!"
Harry thought they just wanted to drag him down, but the reminder from Neville made him immediately understand Blaise's true intention - in order to ensure Malfoy's victory, they wanted to drag Gryffindor's only ship perish together!
call!
What happened next was as expected. Millicent and Dove, one on the left and one on the right, tightly clamped Harry and Neville's boat. Then, the three boats roared together and smashed into a cloud of mist. , all fell into the quagmire!
Wow!
The boat suddenly slowed down to a standstill, causing the six people on board to roll. Fortunately, they had all expected it, and no one was thrown into the water.
Despair spread as the silence expanded. Looking at Harry and Neville who were so desperately trying to bring glory to Gryffindor, Hermione began to sob directly among the gloomy-looking classmates.
Ron half-opened his mouth, and for a while he looked at Harry, who was standing in the cabin with difficulty as he climbed up. He then looked at Hermione, who was beside him with tears in his eyes. Finally, he raised his hand and clumsily Patted Hermione on the shoulder.
"Professor Blaine!"
Slytherin's little wizards tried their best to suppress their excitement, and Crabbe laughed stupidly,
"You may declare Draco victorious!"
"That's not necessarily the case, Mr. Crabbe—"
Amosta held the tea cup and smiled unmoved.
"Maybe even without a winner...oh, Longbottom?"
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