I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 147: Play each hand as if it were your last, and don’t be afraid of losing
Justin and Vesnina walked onto the dueling stage, stood face to face, bowed first, then raised their wands to their chests like swords, turned around quickly, and walked to the two sides of the dueling stage.

"Three - two - one - start!" As soon as Lockhart finished the countdown, a red light flashed in Vesnina's hand, and a disarming spell shot towards Justin.

Justin reacted quickly as well. After all, he was a man trained in the mirror world. He quickly used his armor to protect himself and block the disarming spell.

But before he could catch his breath, Vesnina's spells came one after another. The armor he used in a hurry could not completely block the spells. Justin was hit and staggered. He looked up and saw the third spell shot from Vesnina's wand. He rolled over and dodged the third killing move.

He had mastered the art of casting spells during the half year of rolling around in the lazy donkey's bed, but what he fired subconsciously was to shatter himself into pieces.

But Vesnina was no pushover and she easily broke Justin's spell.

Even though Justin's posture was indecent, he was not out of the game. He used his armor to protect himself and rolled around like a lazy donkey to avoid Vesnina's spells. Occasionally, he could throw out one or two spells to interfere with Vesnina while rolling around. But after all, the gap in strength was there. Soon, Justin was hit by Vesnina's disarming spell, and the wand floated into her hand.

"Very good strength, especially for a second-year student." Vesnina looked at Justin with approval as she walked over and returned the wand to Justin.

Justin said nothing, dejectedly took the wand and returned to Louis.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I messed up..." His tone was full of self-blame.

"It's not your fault, Justin." Louis smiled gently and patted Justin's shoulder: "It's great that you can hold on for so long, let them do the rest."

"But..." Justin wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ron.

Ron whispered something in his ear, and Justin finally relaxed his brows.

"Ah...that's right...no wonder." He scratched the back of his head, and his mood was finally not so bad.

The second time, Louis' luck was still not very good, and Draco was chosen by Chris. Although Draco lasted longer, he still could not escape the fate of being knocked away.

Lucius, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat, looked at Haodaer who was flying backwards with a look of disgust that he could not bear to watch.

It seems that the biological father is not running away.

After falling behind for two rounds, the students who were originally optimistic about Louis began to waver, while Fudge in the guest of honor seat was even more complacent, and even whispered to Dumbledore something like "relying on cleverness can only win temporarily, not forever". Dumbledore just smiled deeply, and no one could understand what he was thinking.

Lockhart on the other side of the dueling arena was now radiant and flushed, with the joy of victory all over his face.

Just one round, just one round, and he could completely defeat Louis and become the winner of this bet.

He had already begun to imagine Louis crying in front of him, complaining about how he was blind and had to go against him, and for a moment he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Can they really do it..." The students below were also whispering.

Louis was about to say something to the remaining three contestants when he saw the crowd move aside and Catherine walked towards him from the middle.

"I'm going to lose, Kathy." Louis whispered deliberately.

"You're just lying." Catherine said with a smile, stretched out her hands to hold him in her arms, and whispered in his ear: "I came to see how you tease everyone. According to my understanding of you, you must be thinking of something bad."

"Yeah." Louis laughed softly, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Come back from 2-0 down to 3-0 is the essence of the game."

Then he coughed, and Asro suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What are the odds?" he asked in a low voice.

"One to twenty, that's the latest odds offered by Gringotts, sir." Asro said respectfully.

"Go ahead and buy one hundred thousand Galleons." Louis handed Aslo a check, who took it and ran away like the wind.

After he finished all this, he turned his attention to the three remaining contestants.

"Okay, it's your turn. I don't have much to say. The current score is 0:2, which means that if we lose any game, we will completely lose the bet, so... it doesn't matter, after all, we don't lose anything." Louis shrugged and joked.

The three of them chuckled after hearing this.

"Okay, what I want to say is that everyone should play every game as if it were the last one, and then don't be afraid of losing." Louis patted Hannah's shoulder and asked, "Hannah, did you bring the blacksmith's hammer?"

"I...I brought it." Hannah swallowed.

"You will probably go on stage first. Remember to bring your blacksmith hammer. Remember... you only need to cast the Iron Armor Charm throughout the whole process. You don't need to use any magic to fight back. Just try to get closer... After you get close, if he is respectable, he can jump off the duel stage by himself. If he doesn't want to be respectable, you should help him to be respectable. Do you understand?"

Hannah took a deep breath and nodded, "I understand."

"Okay, I'll go draw lots." Louis patted Hannah's shoulder and walked onto the dueling stage.

As expected, I still didn’t get the first move this time.

Bruce Topher from Hufflepuff chose Hannah as his opponent.

They still distanced themselves after saluting. Everyone thought Louis was doomed to lose. Hannah was a weak and fragile woman. She looked petite and pitiful, and didn't look like someone who could fight at all...

But in full view of everyone, Hannah slowly took out a blacksmith's hammer from under her skirt.

Well... in the process of strengthening her equipment, she obtained Sento Isuzu's skirt, which is said to have the effect of dimensional space and can hide anything under the skirt.

"I never thought that our Professor Louis would teach this kind of blacksmithing trick." Fudge said sarcastically.

Bruce was fully focused and started with the Disarming Spell very steadily, but he didn't expect Hannah to not even cast a counterattack spell, but just focused on casting the Shield Spell and rushing towards him.

Hannah is indeed a weak woman, a typical weak woman with both strength and speed.

Then, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Bruce was hit by Hannah with a blacksmith hammer like a golf ball and flew to the guest of honor seat, right in front of Fudge.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I lost my strength. Are you okay, Mr. Topher?" Hannah's soft voice sounded, and she seemed to be very concerned about Bruce.

But Bruce didn't have the energy to answer, he had already been knocked unconscious by Hannah.

The professional team, Madam Pomfrey and a few elves, carried Bruce on a stretcher and quickly transported him to the medical wing for hospitalization.

The other four couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This girl was really too violent.

How could such a weak person be so strong? Lockhart was puzzled. However, the score was 2 to 1, so he was not worried. After all, he was the one with the advantage.

Hannah's victory gave great encouragement to her classmates. The moment Hannah won, the whole audience burst into warm applause, screams and cheers.

No one expected that Hannah, the blacksmith, had this skill. She really gave everyone a stab in the butt with her Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

In the fourth game, Lockhart again chose first, and Louis was now a little bit self-doubting.

Is my luck so bad?

Cain Arryn, the honest boy from Ravenclaw, chose Hermione, the fluffy-haired little girl who still looked very weak.

After all, Harry's reputation as the savior is too famous, and Hermione looks weak and easy to bully, so the answer is obvious. Only a fool would not choose Hermione.

But he found out that he was very wrong.

The battle became intense from the beginning. Unlike the others, Hermione could cast magic at the same time. She could use the Disarming Spell to fight back while using the Shield Spell. And the counterattacks were at various angles. Cain was now in self-doubt. Even in his more than ten years of career as a striker, he had never seen such an evil wizard.

Of course, what he didn't know was that Louis had lent the Runeword "Spirit" crystal sword to Hermione...

You're allowed to drink Polyjuice Potion, but we're not allowed to get some off-field equipment?

In the end, Hermione used the Suspension Spell to hang Cain up while resisting his Disarming Spell.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone was shocked by Hermione's brilliant magic combination.

"The fourth match... Hermione Granger wins!" Seeing Fudge standing there with his mouth open like a toad, motionless, Professor McGonagall stood up and announced loudly.

The Gryffindors burst into earth-shaking cheers. This was Hermione, Hermione from Gryffindor. Everyone was proud of her, especially Ron. He waved his arms in the crowd and kept showing off: "See? That's my Hermione! It's my Hermione!"

"Okay, okay, I know it's your Hermione." The twins held down Ron who was still jumping, looked at each other, and shouted in unison in a very vicious tone: "Ronald Weasley said he likes Hermione Granger!"

As soon as the words came out, the whole auditorium fell silent.

"Hermione Granger said she felt the same way!" Louis responded loudly, not wanting to miss out on this fun.

At this time, the classmates finally reacted, cheering together, clapping excitedly, and shouting the two people's names.

"Hermione! Ron! Hermione! Ron!" Everyone started to make a fuss, making Hermione and Ron blush.

Hermione ran down from the podium and came in front of Louis. If the game had not been over yet, she would have gone back to the dormitory in shame.

"Uh, I didn't say that just now." Ron came over and said dryly, his tone full of awkwardness.

"I know." Hermione suddenly got angry. She turned her head and snorted, "It was Louis who acted on his own just now. I didn't... I didn't..."

"Uh-oh." Ron suddenly felt extremely frustrated.

"Just tell me whether you like her or not, Ron," Louis interrupted, unable to bear it any longer.

"I... uh, well, look Hermione, you're a girl too." Ron said a little awkwardly.

"I'm so grateful that you realized that." Hermione was still angry.

"In fact, it's normal to like girls. Don't you think it's Hermione?" Ron hesitated for a moment, and didn't forget to step on Draco: "After all, I'm different from Malfoy. I don't have that kind of special hobby."

Hermione seemed to remember the embarrassing incident last year and burst out laughing, but Harry's face darkened.

I treat you as a brother, but you tease me?

Hermione was about to say something when she was interrupted by Lockhart.

"Okay, the last game is about to begin." Lockhart had a bad feeling. Was he really going to be defeated 2-0 and 3-0 by Louis?

While muttering this in his mind, Harry and Leon, who looked like he was about to go to prison, had already walked onto the duel stage.

After standing on both sides, Lockhart announced: "Three - two - one - start!"

Leon quickly raised his wand, and three consecutive spells were blocked by Harry with the Shield Charm.

Harry's counterattack soon came. He dodged and yelled, "Serpentsortia!"

The head of Leon's wand exploded, forming a small black hole. Harry watched in horror as a two or three-meter-long black snake emerged from the hole - it looked about as thick as his thigh - and landed heavily on the floor between them with a thud.

Then the giant snake raised its head, ready to attack Harry.

The crowd screamed and quickly retreated - this is human instinct, humans have an instinctive fear of snakes.

Seeing that Harry didn't move and just stared at the snake, everyone thought he was scared silly. Just when Lockhart was about to judge Harry as the loser, he heard Harry speak.

It was a hissing, strange and eerie sound that was totally unacceptable to a human being.

"Sya-hassa-she..."

"Sya-hasi-heth!"

The giant black snake, which had been spitting out its tongue at Harry and ready to attack, turned around almost instantly and bit Leon's neck with lightning speed, then turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Louis's attention was not on the dueling stage, but on the guest of honor stage - he clearly saw that Headmaster Dumbledore was dozing off, and the moment Leon was bitten, his head sank down, causing his gray beard to tremble.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked at Harry with horror.

Louis also didn't expect that Harry, who didn't need to take the blame, would somehow end up taking it.

Madam Pomfrey quickly took Leon away with a few elves. It was okay, the snake should not be very poisonous. At least now his face was just a little purple, and he could still be saved.

(End of this chapter)