Snakes in Hogwarts

If happiness can be divided according to intensity from one to ten, then Draco must be at the top ten by now.

Seeing Potter, who was tied up with a rope into a cocoon, wriggling on the ground trying to break the rope, Draco was almost laughing.

He was bent over, his body twitching uncontrollably, and his mouth turned to the left and right into an extremely exaggerated angle, as if the effect of the tickling spell had not faded.

Seeing Draco, who was bending over while shaking his body and giggling, Andros rolled his eyes helplessly.

This guy, really, can't he mature?

Is it so happy to bully a savior who doesn't even have a few spells?

Draco didn't know Andros' inner contempt, of course, he wouldn't care if he knew most of it.

He has been dazzled by the intense joy.

Draco thought tonight might be the happiest night he had in eleven years.

This happiness even surpassed the joy of his eleventh birthday when his father gave him a dragon farm in Romania.

"How do you feel, Scarhead?" Draco had a scornful face.

He leaned down, looked at Potter teasingly, and poked Harry in the cheek with his wand.

"Which stupid troll gave you the courage to make you think you can beat me?"

Potter did not respond, not because of shame, but because his mouth was also tightly entangled with a few ropes by Draco, which made the savior unable to speak at all, and could only make a whining sound.

"Tsk, I shouldn't seem to ask you, after all, you can't talk now."

"Enough, Malfoy! Untie the rope from him!" Ron roared.

"Oh, see who this is? I almost forgot, Scarhead actually has an assistant." Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had just discovered Ron not far away, which made the latter's His face became flushed again.

This time it was pure anger.

"Don't worry, Weasley, you will be next. If you can beat me, I'll untie the rope. What do you think?" Draco waved his wand contemptuously.

He never regarded the savior behind the savior as a dish.

Looking at Potter who fell on the ground, Ron couldn't help swallowing. He had no confidence in defeating Draco.

After all, Ron knew how much he weighed, and even if he used boastful claims, he was just as good as Harry's magic.

And Harry was obviously not Malfoy's opponent.

If I knew it, I wouldn't agree to a duel!

At this moment, Ron Weasley couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

The reason why he agreed to a duel for Harry so happily was because he couldn't get weaker in the face of Slytherin's provocation, and he didn't want to short Draco.

The second is that Ron never thought that Draco would be able to fight so much.

He might think that all the first-grade wizards in the world are like him and Potter!

Damn nobleman, he must have practiced magic secretly when he was young.

Ron couldn't help cursing in his heart, and he didn't think it was a problem.

If he can study magic hard.

If he can ask his excellent brothers before enrolling.

Then the script may need to be rewritten, but unfortunately, there has never been a regret medicine in the world.

Ron really wanted to turn around and run if possible, but he couldn't.

Neither his dignity nor his friendship with Potter nor Gryffindor’s honor would allow him to escape like a coward.

All he can do is to force a few harsh words.

"I'll put you on the ground hard, Malfoy!" With hard words on his lips, Ron also secretly made up his mind.

If he could, even with a fist, he would beat Malfoy severely.

As for the duel rules that Andros talked about, he had already put them behind his head.

"Come on, anyone can say harsh words." Draco obviously wouldn't be frightened by these few words.

"The key is whether you can do it, Weasley, I really hope you can be half as powerful as the brag." Xiaolong waved his wand casually, then looked at Andros.

"Ender, you can start, I'm ready."

"What about you, Weasley?"

"I'm ready too." Ron couldn't help raising the wand in his hand. He slowly walked forward a few steps, and inadvertently narrowed the distance with Draco.

"Very good, so now, the duel is ready to start, three, two, one, start!"

"Tarantella!"

After the countdown ended, Malfoy took the lead in launching the attack.

However, what made Slytherin who were present did not expect was that Ron did not use the spell to fight back in the face of the flying spell.

He stooped to avoid the spell, then dropped his wand and rushed toward Draco without hesitation.

The two were not far apart, but within a few seconds, he was already close to Draco who hadn't reacted yet.

With a grinning grin, Ron rushed towards Draco, and he raised his fist. It only took half a second before he could send his fist to Malfoy's disgusting face.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as unresponsive as Draco.

"Armor protection!" Andros's curse sounded in the prize showroom.

He had already noticed this guy's intentions long before Ron dropped his wand.

He quickly drew out his wand and cast an iron armor charm between Draco and Ron.

As a defensive spell with a wide range of applications, the casting principle of the iron armor curse is to use magic power to construct a magical barrier at a designated location to deflect the spell or other physical entities, such as arrows, or rushing towards Della Ron Weasley of Koe.

boom!

As if hitting a wall, Ron fell to the floor, clutching his right hand, the fist that had almost hit Draco's face was red and swollen right now.

Before Ron stood up, the ropes that had been summoned were wrapped around his ankles like poisonous snakes. They were constantly intertwined, entangled, knotted, tacitly and quickly entangled Ron's whole body, and they After tying his legs together and tying his hands firmly behind his back, the rope tied a beautiful bow under the control of Andros.

"I said, no physical contact is allowed."

Andros retracted his wand calmly, as if he had done nothing just now.

To be honest, he almost didn't react at all.

I didn't expect Ron to choose this way. How should I put it? Is it a Gryffindor?

If you remember correctly, Godric Gryffindor, one of the Big Four, is an excellent duelist, and his dueling habit is to use a wand and a sword in one hand.

While tilting the spell to the opponent, take the opportunity to narrow the distance with the enemy and then solve the opponent through physical means.

Is it really the melee mage Gandalf?

Andros retracted his divergent thoughts and announced the result of the duel.

"Because Weasley violated the rules of the duel, I declare that the winner of this duel is Draco Malfoy."