bookbashuk Chapter 288 Naval Battle
Chapter 288 Naval Battle
Chapter 288 Naval Battle
What was I doing yesterday? — Roy sighed, not knowing what to say. Even on the Quidditch pitch, she still felt very confused.
Peterson wasn't doing anything for me, so why did he say he was? And then, after being caught red-handed, he came up with such a strange excuse—
What is he doing?
Loila was tempted to ask Peterson for details, but after thinking it over, she felt it was a bit too strange—after all, the atmosphere of their conversation was also odd.
I don't know why Miss Hero and Professor Snape watched the spectacle.
Perhaps Peterson was just busy with his own things?
Thinking this, Loila shook her head and turned her attention back to what had happened that day.
Today is the round of 32 in the Hogwarts Duels Tournament — the winners will become the top 16. After nearly a month of elimination rounds, the remaining students are all quite strong.
Or perhaps they were just lucky —
Of course, the players in this match were definitely not very lucky.
Loila frowned as she looked at the Quidditch pitch that was gradually filling with water.
Who had such bad luck to draw this water battle card?
Oh, it's Mr. Potter.
Loila saw Harry Potter standing by the pool in a robe, looking at the Quidditch pitch completely filled with water with a bewildered expression.
His opponent, however, remained calm; he was Mr. Goyle from Slytherin House.
A student Royla had only seen in Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year; clearly, he hadn't enrolled in his own magic circle major.
Ah, of course Loila wouldn't have any prejudice against him because of this, really not, even if he hadn't studied the great magic array.
"This is the first match of the day, featuring Harry Potter from Gryffindor!" The Quidditch pitch erupted in cheers as the commentator announced his name; clearly, Mr. Potter was a celebrity.
After all, he defeated Voldemort in his infant form.
Loila nodded slightly.
"His opponent is from Slytherin—"
"Gregory Gore".
Whether it was intentional on the part of the commentator or not, Loila felt that he was deliberately drawing out the strange sounds when he pronounced the names of Slytherin and Mr. Goyle.
"Hush!" The Gryffindor students hissed, while the Slytherin students seemed to be cursing the Gryffindor students.
What energetic students! Unlike when I was at Durmstrang, no one cheered for me; instead, people threw dung balls at me.
Loila remembered something from the past, when Muller had thrown that dung beetle back at her—
"Cough cough cough!" Loila, who suddenly burst out laughing, quickly shook her head and focused her attention on the game.
Harry, who heard her laughter, paused for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face.
I didn't expect Professor Hamilton to be the referee again today. I'd better give it my best! If I heard correctly, that should have been Professor Hamilton's laughter, right?
Her voice is so beautiful—like a silver bell.
Cough!
Harry patted his face to clear his head, then pursed his lips and nodded to Professor Hamilton.
"Buzz!"
With a gentle tap of Professor Hamilton's wand, a transparent dome appeared above the heads of both students—the Bubble Head Charm, which allows one to breathe underwater.
Then, Professor Hamilton flicked his wand, causing the two necklaces to float slowly in front of them.
This is a magic array item inlaid with a blocking magic array. Once it is triggered, it signifies the end of the match.
Harry carefully put on the necklace, and then, under the professor's watchful eye, subconsciously took a deep breath and jumped into the water.
Although it was winter, the water in the Quidditch pitch wasn't cold; on the contrary, it was rather warm—like lying in a hot spring.
This water must have been created by magic, right?
Harry didn't have time to think much, because just minutes after he jumped into the water, he heard the sound of fireworks exploding.
The game started.
"Disarm you!"
With a flick of his wand, he cast a spell in the dimly lit water.
It has to be said that fighting in water feels completely different from fighting on land. Even though he had practiced with Hermione and Ron in the Black Lake before, Harry still couldn't quite get the hang of it.
His spells flew wildly in the water, disappearing to who knows where due to the current.
"Buzz!"
A similar red light flew by, but like Harry's spell, it disappeared without a trace.
This is Gore's curse.
This ignorant troll was certainly no better than Harry. Even with the Bubble Head Curse, he fell into the water like a giant block of iron.
Unlike Harry, who floats in the water, he's more like a stone rolling on the bottom.
He walked laboriously to the bottom, then slowly raised his wand: "Expelliarmus."
Another red light flew by, and this time it was much more accurate, but it still didn't hit Harry.
Harry smiled at this, then flicked his wand: "Expelliarmus!"
"Buzz!"
Harry's spell grazed Goyle, missing him, but it made his hand tremble. As a result, the spell flew right towards Harry.
"Bang!"
Harry tried to use his wand to deflect the spell, but the incoming spell was a disarming charm.
"Pop!"
Harry's wand flew out and traveled a great distance in the water.
Although he didn't lose the match, Harry no longer had a wand.
According to the rules of the dueling tournament, a match is only lost when the magic circle necklace is triggered, but under normal circumstances, people who lose their magic wands will surrender directly.
But Harry didn't seem to want to do that—he pursed his lips, looked at Goyle who was smiling, and then swam toward him with all his might.
"He's knocked out!" Goyle immediately waved his wand, but his aim was terrible and he missed Harry completely in the water.
Harry swam incredibly fast, and thanks to his previous practice, he reached Goyle in just a few seconds. Then, to the astonishment of Loyla and all the students, he swung his fist.
Yes, he swung his fist.
Without his wand, Mr. Potter punched Goyle in the face, causing him to stumble back several steps. Before the stunned Goyle could react, he was punched again.
Loila never expected that this would happen in the first dueling tournament at Hogwarts.
Durmstrang only encountered this situation during his own class!
At that time, a student specializing in Ironclad Charms attacked Loila in this way, and Loila still remembers that the fist, the size of a sandbag, almost smashed into her head.
Luckily, I conjured a small mound at his feet and tripped him up.
Wait a minute, now doesn't seem like the time to reminisce about our youth!
Mr. Potter and Mr. Goyle are fighting! Should I stop them? Ouch! Mr. Potter punched Mr. Goyle and broke his nose!
Then they even snatched the magic wand!
"Bang!"
The magic circle necklace on Mr. Gore has been activated!
The match is over!
To everyone's astonishment, Harry Potter emerged victorious.