Snakes at Hogwarts

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In the prize display room on the fourth floor of the castle, two groups of people were looking at each other tensely.

If looks could kill someone, there wouldn't be many people left alive here.

And this is just because of a very ridiculous reason, neither Draco nor Potter are willing to bend to their mortal enemy.

"Nonsense, of course you have to bow. This is the most basic duel etiquette."

Andros stood in the middle of the two groups, feeling the doubts written all over their faces, and he scolded in an unquestionable tone.

"You have to understand that respecting your opponent means respecting yourself."

Ignoring Andros's words, Draco and Potter continued to stare at each other with wide eyes. Neither of them wanted to be submissive.

"Draco, you come first," Andros ordered.

"Why?"

"Don't you always treat this duel as extremely formal? Then you must bow to your opponent. This is a necessary process for a formal duel. It is a respect for the opponent, the tradition and honor of the duel."

Draco reluctantly bent down, looking awkward like a middle-aged and elderly patient suffering from severe lumbar disc herniation.

This made Ron opposite him couldn't help but sneer. His voice was not loud, but it seemed very harsh in the already quiet trophy display room.

"Don't tell me you haven't learned noble etiquette, Draco. Do it again, be more standard, and don't let them look down on Slytherin."

"I will knock you to the ground, Potter. And that idiot Weasley next to you." Draco glared at Ron fiercely, and then bent down again.

This time, his etiquette was so good that no one could find anything wrong with him.

Seeing this, Andros nodded with satisfaction.

Draco still listened to him.

In fact, in addition to teaching them to respect their opponents, he made Draco and Potter bow to each other like this more to satisfy the evil taste in his heart.

Don't you think it's interesting to have them bow to each other?

Such bad thoughts emerged in Andros's heart, and then they grew like weeds in his heart.

Just think of it as compensation for staying up so late and coming out to referee for you.

It's a pity. It would be great if there was a magic camera. Andros even smacked his lips with regret.

This way you can take a photo of them bowing.

"Boss, you are so bad." Ivar's voice rang in his heart.

As usual, it naturally read Andros' inner thoughts. In the inner pocket of his robe, a small snake quietly poked its head out, curiously looking at the outside world.

"But I like hiss."

Sounds weird, I don't want to be liked by a male snake

Responding in his mind, Andros looked at the savior not far away, who was holding the wand in his hand tightly.

"Now it's your turn, Potter. Gryffindor should be as concerned about honor as Slytherin."

Harry nodded, and then followed Draco's example and bowed to the other party, but naturally it was much less standard in comparison.

Seeing the savior's awkward appearance, the Slytherins also laughed mockingly.

"He looks like a troll who just learned to bow," Pansy taunted loudly.

"Very good. Now the assistants from both sides retreat to both sides. I will count to three, and then the duel will begin. Do you understand?"

Draco and Potter raised their wands, pointing the tips at each other.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me, Potter? You will be knocked to the ground by me in less than five rounds."

"Stop saying stupid things. You must be the one who was knocked down by Malfoy."

"Three" retreated to the crystal glass cabinets surrounding the showroom, and Andros began the final countdown.

Harry took a deep breath, recalled the few spells he knew for the last time, and then looked at Draco directly opposite him.

He found that the other party was also staring directly at him.

"two"

"One"

"Start the fight"

"Tarantella Dance"

"Grin Hula La"

At the end of the countdown, Draco and Potter shot curses at their opponents almost simultaneously. Of course, the spells they used were nothing more than those kinds of curses.

After all, as a first-year wizard, he couldn't learn many advanced spells at this age.

The two magic spells hit their respective targets almost at the same time, because their masters had no intention of dodging, but concentrated on staring at their own magic spell until it hit the other party hard.

Why are you standing there stupidly?

Andros held his forehead helplessly. He couldn't understand why Draco's IQ dropped so sharply when he encountered something involving Potter.

Does love make people stupid?

He obviously knew how to avoid the curse during the freshman duel.

He exchanged glances with Pansy, Beanie who were not far away, and then looked towards the center of the battlefield again.

"Ahahahahahaha, you're finished Potter, you're done with the big stick in front teeth, hahahahaha, it tickles me to death."

Draco took the lead in launching a counterattack, even though he was not in a good condition at the moment.

Xiaolong was half-kneeling on the ground, his body couldn't stop twitching, and his mouth was giggling.The tickling spell will make the subject laugh crazily. As its name suggests, the effect of the spell is as if someone is tickling them all the time.

"Harry, get out of the way"

The savior's condition was not much better. His legs were dancing uncontrollably, looking like he was doing some kind of ridiculous step dance.

In order to avoid the curse, he had to rush forward to avoid the curse that was shot at him.

"Stop Curse, Stop Curse, Stop" Draco held back his smile and used a Stop Curse on himself. The continuous effect of the curse really faded away from him very quickly, and he quickly stood up from the ground. stand up.

"Flock of Birds"

Without giving Potter a chance to break the curse, Draco continued to attack. A dozen black-feathered birds of a species that Andros could not recognize emerged from the tip of Draco's staff, and then fluttered their wings towards Harry. Fly away.

This made Harry keep using his hands to drive away the birds in front of him, without any chance to release the spell.

The situation was already quite unfavorable to him.

"It's over, Potter, try this bondage again." Malfoy showed a malicious smile.

Several black ropes shot out from the tip of Draco's staff. They slithered quickly on the ground like snakes, and then wrapped around Potter's body under the control of the dragon, quickly wrapping him into a rice dumpling.

This is the Living Rope Curse. The last time it was used was in Slytherin's freshman duel, when Andros successfully tied Draco up with it.

Now the latter is using it on Potter, but from a professional's perspective, his method is too unfamiliar.

Rather than being tied up, it is better to wrap the rope around the Savior's body.

Really, no beauty at all.

"Draco wins the first round."

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