Hogwarts: I graduated before the system came

Because it was the first time, all the professors involved in the construction were present. They each paid attention to their own levels to see if there was anything inappropriate or needed to be supplemented.

At this time, Douglas became a game level consultant. After all, most of everyone's ideas came from him.

“I personally think that Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions can be combined into one comprehensive level.

Three rewards can be set for each level of these three subjects. They can choose the first level by themselves, but the second level will test their knowledge of potions.

If their knowledge of potion recipes is sufficient, then no matter which second level they are in, when they see the reward, they will realize the connection between the two level reward choices. In the end, if they choose the right one, then they will have the opportunity to brew an accurate potion.

Professor Sprout and Hagrid were still thinking about the feasibility of the plan proposed by Douglas. Snape nodded first, with the corners of his mouth raised and was about to say something.

But Douglas added:

"Of course, we can also add some edible ingredients to these materials. Maybe they can make a delicious dish in the end."

As soon as these words came out, Snape, who had just felt a little happy, suddenly frowned and said with a cold snort:

"I will never allow anyone to use the crucible to do weird things!"

Professor Sprout's eyes lit up and he said:

"I can mix some edible plants with those magical plants and test the students' eyesight. Don't worry about that, Severus. I can prepare a pot for the students."

Hagrid also agreed and said, "That's a good idea. I'll also mix some ingredients into the magic materials for the rewards and see if they can identify them."

Snape narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"I would never mix anything weird in there. I'll just see who chooses the ingredients for me in the end."

Douglas shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. Potions class has already provided them with the best knife skills."

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Professor McGonagall coughed and said:

"Douglas, do you have any suggestions for the design of Transfiguration?"

Douglas blinked and said, “Of course, I actually think we should integrate a large level at the end, where Transfiguration imitates some magical creatures and mixes them with real magical animals.

Magic can be combined with astronomy to create a field similar to the void starry sky to shock them..."

Just as several professors and deans were discussing the levels.

Because Malfoy ran into Neville in the castle and started to mock him.

"Why, we are wizards. Some of us actually brandish a sword every morning. If you don't know, you might think that sword is his wand."

After saying this, he and his two followers laughed out loud.

Neville was tongue-tied and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Neville's classmates couldn't stand it anymore and retorted:

"Are you talking about Professor Holmes?"

Malfoy was well prepared and said proudly:

"Of course not. Professor Holmes's swordplay is called sword dancing, and the swordplay he used was very beautiful. My father wrote to me saying that it was most likely a wizard swordplay passed down from ancient times.

But he, hmph, could only swing it clumsily in one direction. It seems Professor Holmes had already predicted that you weren't cut out to become a wizard.

Otherwise, why did they give us magic props but teach you swordsmanship?"

So, under the instigation of a group of people, the two of them made an appointment to duel on the Quidditch field.

Taking advantage of the Quidditch pitch not being in the castle and the fact that there were usually people watching the players train, this situation was not discovered by the contractor, Mr. Filch, for a while.

Chapter 281: Wand in Left Hand, Sword in Right Hand

The Quidditch pitch is located in the northwest corner of Hogwarts Castle. The pitch, covered with green grass, covers a large area and appears very spacious.

There is a huge oval lawn in the center of the stadium, surrounded by soft soil.

Surrounding it were magnificent stands, each towering and vast, capable of accommodating thousands of spectators. However, since it was not a match period, there were only a few people in the surrounding stands.

The Gryffindor team was training and they noticed a small group of people walking towards them from the air.

Harry recognized the light blond hair at first sight, frowned, and then shouted loudly towards Wood at the goal:

"Wood, there's something going on, someone from Slytherin!"

Wood blew a loud whistle and shouted to the players:

"A Slytherin brat is here to spy on our tactics!"

In an instant, seven people, including the ball, pressed their flying brooms and flew towards the person who came.

When they got closer, they found that the people who came were all lower-grade students, from all four major colleges. Wood looked carefully and found that except for Slytherin's Seeker Draco Malfoy, there were no members from other teams.

Wood frowned at the group of younger students and asked, "What's going on?"

"Wood, I want to duel with Malfoy. It's not convenient in the castle. Can we borrow the Quidditch pitch?"

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The team members looked at and heard Neville's words, their minds full of question marks.

Harry drew his wand and snapped at Malfoy:

"Malfoy, you lost those Galleons in a bet, and you signed an agreement at the time, promising not to retaliate later.

You coward, are you bullying Neville now? Come at me if you dare. I’m the president of the Charon Detective Agency. Are you going to be a coward again?

Draco's face turned pale. He knew that Harry was talking about that time in first year when he pretended to challenge Harry to a duel at midnight, but ended up betraying them to the caretaker, Mr. Filch.

He gritted his teeth and sneered at everyone, but his hand, which was holding a bead, was already pale. At the same time, he leaned back slightly and said in a timid tone:

"He's the one who wants to duel with me. If you don't believe me, ask him! Wait until I'm done dueling with him, then you can decide whether or not to duel with me."

Harry lowered his wand arm; he suddenly felt as if Draco's raised chin was about to poke a hole in the sky.

He turned to look at Neville, who had a serious expression on his face, and asked, "Neville, what's going on?"

Neville raised the sword in his hand and said, "He looked down on the swordsmanship that Professor Holmes taught me. He thought that swordsmanship was..."

Draco noticed that the looks of the Gryffindors around him began to change. He was no fool in this situation.

He quickly interrupted Neville and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Longbottom. I just think you are not suitable for learning swordsmanship. You are wasting Professor Holmes' time. I am speaking up for Professor Holmes."

Neville said angrily:

"Malfoy, why are you talking so much? Are you still going to duel or not? You don't have to help me. I will show him what swordsmanship is today."

The little Slytherins around also urged and shouted:

"Malfoy, show him what magic is!"

"Swordsmanship is something only Muggles can use!"

Although there were senior Gryffindor students present, they did not intend to get involved in these matters between the younger grades.

But the Weasley twins didn't hold it in, they spoke loudly.

"Godric Gryffindor is the greatest duelist ever!"

"He respects his opponents and values ​​fairness!"

"With wizards, he duels with wands!"

"His swordsmanship is equally impressive against Muggles!"

When they said the last sentence, the two of them shouted at Draco in unison, especially when they mentioned Muggles, their faces were full of mocking smiles.

Draco's pale face flushed crimson.

The most powerful person present was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, who called out to everyone.

"Make room for them, we're going to the sky. Watch out, Professor, you're coming over us. All of you spread out. Neville, you're great, keep it up!"

Harry didn't leave, and said unkindly, "I'll be Neville's assistant."

According to the rules, wizards can only bring assistants during duels.

Neville shook his head, looked at Draco with a provocative look and said, "I don't need an assistant. I can handle him alone."

Draco took a step forward, tilted his neck and said, "Hmph, I don't need an assistant to deal with you, Longbottom."

The students quickly formed a circle around the two men, with several Gryffindor Quidditch team members above them.

The two stood at a distance from each other, and Draco took out a jade ball from his pocket. There were three stars in it, representing that this was the Dragon Ball for the third year of Slytherin.

He said proudly:

"Haha, look carefully, this is not your memory ball. I am one of the Slytherin Dragon Ball heirs."

Draco said this without waiting for Neville to prepare. He just silently recited the spell and smashed the dragon ball into the open space in front of him.

A five-meter-long giant snake appeared before everyone. Its body was massive and sturdy, covered in thick, metallic scales. Its powerful muscles gave it incredible strength and explosive power.

The snake had a long and narrow head, and its eyes flashed fiercely like rubies. It looked at Neville in front of it, opened its huge snake mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and spat out its tongue at Neville.

At the same time, the tail was beating on the ground, and the thudding sound shocked the people around.

Many students were so frightened that they drew their wands, although they knew that this was just an ordinary giant snake and did not have any magical properties.

"Whether in terms of strength or deterrence, the giant snake is a terrifying and fear-inducing existence."

"Facing its challenges requires courage and wisdom to overcome it."

"Fred and George, shut up!"

"What a pity! The professor said this snake was conjured by magic, not a real snake. Otherwise, how much meat could it produce?"

"This snake looks so powerful. How powerful must the snake that seventh grader's dragon ball conjured be?"

"Don't forget, the seven dragon balls can eventually combine to summon a giant dragon."

"Is Longbottom frightened?"

"Where's his sword?"

"I heard that the professor taught him some sword-hiding technique, where he can hide the sword on his body."

Seeing him standing there motionless, the Gryffindor students began to get anxious.

Draco looked at Neville, who was frightened by his appearance, and laughed triumphantly.

Neville patted a pocket on his waist and shouted, "Sword!"

A silver light flashed out from his pocket and turned into a silver sword in his hand.

At the same time, Neville's wand fell into his left hand, and he cast a snake-like speed skating spell on his feet, then quickly put away his wand.

Seeing Neville's action, the students around him cheered.

"Cast with your left hand!"

"Wand in the left hand, sword in the right hand, Neville, you are the strongest!"

Chapter 282 Battle Commentary

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, Neville smiled, thinking that it was worth his secret practice for so long.

Since the rude commentator Lee Jordan was not present, Fred and George had to reluctantly take on the commentary job.

They circled in the air and shouted with amplifying spells:

"On a desolate Quidditch pitch, a swordsman in a black robe stood forlornly in the middle of the field. His eyes were firm and indifferent, and a chilling murderous aura emanated from him."

"Gryffindor Neville Longbottom, the swordsman, held a burning longsword in his hand. Under the sunlight, the blade emitted a faint golden light."

"He stood upright on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his sword tightly gripped. His gaze was sharp and determined as he stared at the huge and ferocious python in front of him."

"However, in terms of both strength and deterrence, the giant snake is a terrifying and daunting existence. Facing its challenge requires courage and wisdom to defeat it."

"Can our Longbottom swordsman defeat it?"

"Let's wait and see!"

Neville in the field heard such words coming from the sky, and the surrounding classmates shouted loudly: "Neville Longbottom, the swordsman of Gryffindor!"

His face flushed and he was muttering softly. He just wanted to end the fight quickly and not let those two guys continue talking.

"The swordsman held the sharp blade in his hand, his eyes firm and determined. Look, he used the Snake Path Speed ​​Slide to quickly approach the giant snake, nimbly dodging the snake's attacks. The swordsman aimed near the snake's head and swiftly swung the blade towards the giant snake."