Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

On the second day, the duel competition amphitheater.

Lockhart is in the suspended attic above the Colosseum, pre-match warm-up, perhaps because life at Hogwarts is so boring, or maybe because today's games are really topical. It's too strong. The audience seats that were empty at the time of the 12-to-8 game were actually full at the moment.

It has to be said that Lockhart still had foresight. At the beginning of its construction, the amphitheater was built according to the standard of a 10,000-person stadium.

In addition, because there was an accident that almost died in Carroll's game last time, Lockhart also made some changes to the amphitheater. For example, there are now powerful professors around the competition venue. The professor is not a pure scholar-type professor, but a powerful group like McGonagall and Snape.

In addition to being responsible for preventing the death of personnel during the game, these professors will also raise a huge protective cover to wrap the entire field after the game starts to prevent the spectators in the stands from being injured by "stray bullets".

In addition, four huge magic projections are arranged around the suspended attic. These projections will broadcast the movements of the players in the game in real time, so as to prevent the audience sitting far away from seeing the situation on the field.

And now, the picture playing on the four projections is Lockhart in the hanging attic.

Lockhart put on a fiery red dress today, with flame-like patterns all over his body, making him look like he was ignited.

I saw him waving his arms excitedly, pointed to the side of the stand and shouted: "Today! In addition to my well-known wizard to explain to everyone, we also invited a heavyweight VIP! That is...

Merlin Medal Winner, President of the International Wizarding Federation, Chief Wizard of Wizengamot, the strongest white wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore! "

As soon as the words fell, the audience looked in the direction Lockhart pointed, and saw Dumbledore in a white robe waving to the people around him, his snow-white goatee waving gently in the wind, Indescribably elegant.

The four big screens also switched to the picture of Dumbledore waving in a timely manner. Today, Dumbledore was sitting in the ordinary auditorium like other students, while the students next to Dumbledore were sitting in the audience. At this moment, I was so excited that I couldn't stop swaying. Seeing that his headmaster came to watch the game, everyone in the stands stood up and cheered in the direction of Dumbledore.

The cheers at the scene continued, and no matter how much Lockhart shouted, the audience could not stop. Compared with Lockhart, it was obvious that their old principal was more popular. Lockhart's forehead could not help but show a lot of sweat, and the game would not start if it went on like this.

Perhaps seeing Lockhart's embarrassment, Dumbledore in the stands pressed his wand against his throat and released a loud-sounding spell.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to speak, everyone subconsciously stopped cheering, and everyone didn't want their voices to cover Dumbledore's speech.

In fact, they think too much.

"Oh, it looks like this old guy is quite popular?" Dumbledore's loud voice spell is obviously an improved version. Dumbledore's voice seems to have a kind of magic, although the volume is not very high It's big, but it can be heard clearly by everyone present.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Okay, dear classmates, today's protagonist is not a bad old man like me, so let's save some energy for the next exciting game." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I know you don't like nonsense, then I am announcing now that the first Hogwarts Duel Tournament, the Final Four, has officially begun, let us welcome those warriors with the warmest cheers!"

Seeing the unprecedented enthusiastic cheers erupting from the stands, Lockhart held a thick stack of speeches in his hand and said with a desolate expression: "God,

I still have a lot to say! "

And Lockhart wasn't the only one who heard the overwhelming cheers from the field.

At the moment, in the male players' lounge, Mike, Cedric and others were waiting for the start of the game. Mike clenched his fists unconsciously as he listened to the cheers outside.

"Don't be nervous, although the opponent is Carol, you are not bad." Cedric comforted Mike, "It doesn't matter who you two win or lose, friendship comes first and competition comes second."

Although Cedric looked very relaxed at this moment, his slightly trembling legs still revealed his true mood at the moment.

And Mike also noticed this, and said with a disdainful face: "Are you cursing me to lose? I'm sorry, the word "lost" is not in my dictionary. In addition, you are the one who is nervous, look at your legs, shaking It's almost as good as those women weavers."

Everyone in the lounge burst into laughter after hearing this, and Cedric blushed, deliberately suppressing his legs to stop them from shaking. However, for some reason, the more Cedric suppressed it. His legs trembled even more, and finally Cedric could only hold down his disobedient legs with both hands.

This move aroused more enthusiastic laughter from everyone in the lounge, and most of the tension caused by the cheers dissipated.

Just as everyone was playing in the lounge, the door of the lounge was suddenly opened.

I saw that the person who came was a senior student wearing a dueling club uniform and glasses. The person held a small book with the schedule in his hand and shouted to everyone in the lounge: "Mike, Mike- Townley, it's your turn."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Mike in the corner.

Under the gazes of everyone, Mike slowly got up and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave the lounge, Cedric's voice sounded from behind him.

"Mike!"

Mike stopped when he heard the sound.

"I also hope to fight with you again, so I must win!"

Mike's mouth curled into a smile, and without looking back, he continued to walk forward, and while walking, he stretched out his hand to make a V-sign (Note 1) representing victory and said, "You are the only seed of Hufflepuff. , don't fall here."

Watching Mike's back, and listening to the arrogant tone as usual, Cedric couldn't help showing a smile.

"This guy should really go to Gryffindor, his character is just too good." Cedric scolded with a smile, "And who of you know what that gesture he just made?"