Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 335 He only has a good grasp of the theory.

"Professor Flitwick must have misjudged the situation; there are way too many people here to watch the game!"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron squeezed through the bustling crowd before finally finding three seats with a decent view.

"You must have miscalculated. Look over there, there are people adding extra seats at the last minute."

Ron pointed into the distance.

Two wizards are using transfiguration to build a high platform.

Two wizards are turning some blocks of wood into chairs.

Harry looked in the direction Ron was pointing.

I inadvertently spotted a familiar figure.

"Is that Malfoy?"

"where?"

"The premium viewing area across the street."

"Okay, it really is their family."

Ron's words were full of sourness.

Harry, however, was already able to understand Malfoy's purpose.

They just came to see Moon.

After all, Moon had already made an appointment with them to visit Malfoy Estate after the match.

As Harry looked around curiously, a short, stout middle-aged wizard walked towards them.

The short, stout wizard first glanced at Ron, then looked at Harry and took out a list of participants.

"Want to play a game? Guys, the reward for betting correctly will exceed your expectations!"

"What does 'betting correctly' mean?"

Harry was about to ask a question when Ron shook his head and dismissed the short, stout wizard.

“It’s a gamble, Harry. If you can guess the winner of the game, you can win a huge prize.”

Watching the short, stout wizard walk away, Ron explained in a low voice.

"However, in the end, most of the Galleons ended up in the pockets of these manipulators, since no one knows what unexpected things might happen during the match."

Ron's upbringing was far superior to that of other young wizards.

His parents had warned him about this kind of obviously deceptive activity hundreds of times at home.

“I see. But I just saw that there seem to be foreign wizards on that list.”

“Abroad? How is that possible?” Ron was surprised.

"Harry wasn't mistaken."

Hermione picked up the conversation.

While Moon went to the players' area to prepare, she took over the responsibility of looking after Bouncy.

Because it was the first time Hermione had taken care of a pet on her own, she was very cautious.

She had been staring at the short, stout wizard ever since he walked over.

Therefore, the list is clearly visible.

"It seems there are Durmstrang's students and a French witch."

"Demstrang? No way, Moon is in trouble now."

"What do you mean? Are the students at this school very talented?"

Harry looked nervously at Ron.

"Impressive, no, definitely not as impressive as Hogwarts, but the students at this school are all very skilled in dark magic."

"As you know, people skilled in this kind of magic are not to be trifled with."

Upon hearing the words "dark magic," Harry and Hermione both tensed up.

After the Philosopher's Stone incident, they also learned some knowledge about dark magic.

This kind of magic, which is forbidden at Hogwarts, is not only extremely powerful, but it also constantly erodes the wizard's mind.

Wizards who possess black magic are considered dangerous individuals, regardless of their location.

Bouncing could clearly feel Hermione's heart beating faster.

It stretched out its little paw and patted Hermione's hand.

"Chirp!" (Don't worry, my pet two-legged creature will definitely win!)
"Bengbeng, you want me to tell him to be careful, right?"

Bouncing sighed in exasperation and nestled on Hermione's arm.

Destroy it!
(×_×)⌒☆
Communicating with this kind of person is so tiring!
Just as Hermione got up to leave.

Ron suddenly yelled and grabbed Harry's arm, shaking it violently.

"Look, look! That's a Veela!"

"Which one?"

"It's that witch who was talking to Moon!"

"She's so beautiful!"

Hermione also looked down at the competition area.

Seeing that Mu En was smiling happily, she sat back down, her expression returning to its indifferent state, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly involuntarily.

"Harry, it wasn't easy to squeeze in here!"

Two more young wizards walked through the crowd, sat down behind Harry and his friends, and greeted them.

“Senior Cedric, what brings you here too?”

"Of course, it's to cheer on Moon!"

As Moon's best friend at the Herbalist Club.

Cedric always remembered Moon's help to him.

Although Cedric knows he doesn't have much ability to repay, he can still show his support by coming to the stadium.

He also invited his new friend, Qiu Zhang.

After the group greeted each other, Ron's expression suddenly turned strange.

"What day is it today? Why do you all have female companions?"

Although Ron spoke very softly.

But Cedric and Cho Chang, who were sitting behind him, heard it all clearly.

Noticing that Cho Chang's face had turned red, Cedric immediately changed the subject.

"Female companion? Oh, you mean Moon?"

"Of course, those are Veela. The books say that no man can escape their charms."

After Ron finished speaking, the young wizards all looked at him in surprise.

"Ron, you can even read!" That was Harry's thought.

"Young man, you read a rather eclectic range of books!" This was Cedric's thought.

"Ron, listen to what you're saying!" That was Hermione's thought.

"Don't look at me like that. My dad really said that in the book he hid in the box in the basement."

Ron offered an explanation.

The gazes of the surrounding young wizards were even stranger.

“I don’t know about the others, but you can rest assured if it’s Moon.”

As Cedric spoke, he suddenly looked up and stared at Moon in the middle of the field.

"This kid must only have magic in his mind!"

Although I had been in contact with Moon for less than a year.

But this little lion left a deep impression on Cedric.

Wherever he was, Moon was either learning magic or on his way to learn magic.

Cedric had never seen such a drive to learn in anyone else.

“You’re absolutely right, senior. Even during summer vacation, Moon would lock himself in his room to study magic.”

Thinking about Moon's daily routine, Ron couldn't help but shudder.

Even though he knew that studying magic would make his future life better.

But Ron didn't want to live that kind of ascetic life.

Harry listened to their conversation and nodded unconsciously.

He had been living in the Scarlet Moon Magic Shop for almost a month, but Moon had only accompanied him out twice.

One of those times was today, when I came to participate in the competition.

Harry simply couldn't understand what was so interesting about studying those boring spells.

Hermione didn't participate in their discussion. She simply listened to them, and her touch on Bouncy became gentler.

The witch who was chatting with Moon was indeed very beautiful.

She had waist-length silver hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

The hair is silvery and shiny, and under the light, it can even shimmer with other colors.

The witch's eyes were azure blue, like deep lake water, shimmering with a captivating light.

"You're Moon Scarlett?"

The witch was about the same height as Moon and had a clear, melodious voice.

When she speaks, her big eyes blink slowly, as if she can read other people's minds.

"If there is no one else with this name, then it must be me."

"Haha, you're so funny. Let me introduce myself. My name is Fleur Delacour. I'm here in England to visit my aunt and also to participate in the competition."

"Hello, nice to meet you."

Moon simply shook hands with the witch named Fleur.

The two male wizards beside him let out a howl like wolves.

"Oh no! I didn't expect a 12-year-old kid to beat me to it!"

"Fergus, a bet's a bet, so hurry up and pay up."

"Ugh! What bad luck."

Two short-haired wizards whispered to each other, tugging at their money bags and calculating the stakes.

After several attempts to snatch them, the wizard named Fergus was ultimately robbed of three silver shicos by his companions.

"That kid, what kind of competition is he participating in at 12 years old! You haven't even learned the [Disarming Charm], have you?"

Fergus Krum glared at Moon with resentment.

It's as if Moon was the real culprit who emptied his purse.

"Disarming spell? I've been learning that for two months."

"Two months! How dare you come to the competition? Don't you know that the last event of the competition allows contestants to physically fight each other?"

"I knew."

Moon said, flashing his signature smile.

His white teeth were exposed, just like a little wild wolf.

Beneath its cute exterior lies a hint of ferocity.

"You knew that, yet you still dared to participate in the competition?"

"Maybe it's because I'm really good!"

None of the players believed Moon's words.

I just found Moon's feigned bravery quite endearing.

Even Furong, who was standing next to her, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Fine, I won't bully children. I won't hold it against you this time."

After Fergus Krum finished speaking, he shook his head and went to his companions to discuss the remaining bets.

The others also began preparing for the upcoming competition.

Only then did Moon have the opportunity to observe the specific situation of the participants.

By comparing the list of participants provided by the organizers, Moon quickly figured out the detailed information of these people.

There are thirteen contestants who have registered for the competition.

In addition to the six current students at Hogwarts, there are four students who graduated a year or two ago.

They had all been unemployed throughout the year and were hoping to try their luck in this competition.

According to the usual practice of spellcasting competitions.

As long as you achieve a top-three finish.

They are usually recruited by the Finkley family to become intern instructors at their magic training institutions.

Of the remaining three, two are from Durmstrang.

These two were just making a bet, and it involved Moon.

The last one is the witch from France: Fleur.

After recognizing all the contestants, Moon walked up to the only wizard he knew.

His prefect at Hogwarts: Percy Weasley.

"On this sunny day"

ten minutes later.

A middle-aged male wizard read aloud a long and tedious script using a loud voice.

"What did he mean?"

"I don't know, but it's not as good as Dumbledore's."

Moon and Percy stood in the crowd chatting without restraint, completely ignoring what the host was saying.

Ten minutes later, the opening speech was still not over.

The impatient wizards raised their wands and launched various smoke bombs and sparks at the scene.

"What a waste of time, let's get started!"

"Get off the plane! We want to watch the game!"

"Okay, okay, it seems everyone's enthusiasm is really high."

"Oh, so the competition is about to begin. All contestants, please prepare to enter the arena."

While dodging the smoke, the host maintained a loud voice and announced the start of the competition.

"The first item is for each contestant to cast the [Disarming Spell], which will be scored by the judges to determine who will advance to the next round."

The order of appearance for the first three events of the competition was based on age.

Moon naturally ended up being the last one.

After each player enters the arena, they will cast the [Disarm Spell] in a fixed direction.

Three judges will score the participants based on pitch, gestures, and performance.

"Disarm me!"

The first contestant was a graduate of Hogwarts.

Because of uncontrollable nervousness, he started stuttering while chanting the mantra.

"5 points, 5 points, 6 points, I'm sorry, you can take a break now."

Seeing scores like these.

Many people in the room shook their heads.

Moon also witnessed this scene.

He unconsciously recalled Ron's words.

Many wizards reach the peak of their magical abilities during their final year of school.

"The second contestant, 6 points, 7 points, 6 points, advances to the next round."

The match soon turned to Moon.

When this youngest wizard appeared, many people were surprised.

"So young, can she really do it?"

"Could they just be here to make up the numbers?"

Moon was not affected by these voices.

He walked to the designated spot and took out his wand.

"Except your weapons!"

"Wait, Professor Flitwick, didn't you say the chances of winning the championship weren't high?"

"The pitch and gestures are so perfect!"

"There's still this kind of state? Could he have used a [Disarming Charm] to participate in the Wizarding War?"

Anos Finkley, one of the judges, was visibly flustered.

He never imagined that a 12-year-old wizard could cast such a perfect spell.

It's like magic from a book has come to life.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Finkley.”

"Moun just has a good grasp of the theory."

"Really?"

(End of this chapter)