Harry Potter Raven's Claw

The next day, the duel competition in the amphitheater.

Lockhart was in the suspended loft above the amphitheater, doing pre-game warm-ups. Maybe it was because life at Hogwarts was so boring, or maybe it was because today’s games were so topical.

It was so strong that the auditorium that was empty during the 12-to-8 match was now filled to the brim.

It has to be said that Lockhart was foresighted. When it was first built, the amphitheater was built according to the standards of a stadium with a capacity of 10,000 people. Otherwise, I am afraid that it would not be able to seat so many spectators now.

In addition, because Carol almost had a fatal accident last time, Lockhart also made some changes to the amphitheater. For example, powerful professors are now placed around the competition venue.

The professor is not a simple scholar type professor, but a powerful person like McGonagall and Snape.

In addition to preventing deaths during the game, these professors will also raise a huge protective shield to wrap the entire competition venue after the game starts to prevent spectators in the stands from being injured by 'stray bullets'.

In addition, four huge magic projections are arranged around the suspended loft. These projections will broadcast the actions of the players during the game in real time to prevent spectators sitting far away from seeing the situation on the field.

And now, the images played on those four projections are none other than Lockhart in the suspended attic.

Lockhart put on a fiery red dress today, with flame-like patterns all over his body, making him look like he was on fire.

I saw him waving his arms excitedly, pointing to the side of the stand and shouting: "Today! In addition to me, a well-known wizard, giving explanations to everyone, we also invited an important VIP! That is...

Winner of the Order of Merlin First Class, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and the most powerful white wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the audience looked in the direction Lockhart pointed, and saw Dumbledore in a white robe waving to the people around him, his snow-white goatee dancing gently in the wind.

Indescribably elegant.

The four big screens also switched to the scene of Dumbledore waving in time. Today, Dumbledore was actually sitting in the ordinary auditorium like other students, while the students sitting next to Dumbledore

At this moment, he was so excited that he kept trembling. Seeing that his principal had come to watch the game, everyone in the stands stood up and cheered in the direction of Dumbledore.

The cheers at the scene continued, and no matter how loud Lockhart shouted, the audience could not stop. Compared to Lockhart, their old headmaster was obviously more popular. Lockhart's forehead couldn't help but have a lot of words.

Sweat beads, if this continues, the game will not start.

Perhaps sensing Lockhart's embarrassment, Dumbledore in the stands put his wand against his throat and cast the Loud Voice Curse.

When everyone saw that Dumbledore was about to speak, they all subconsciously stopped cheering. No one wanted to let their voices cover up Dumbledore's speech.

In fact, they worry too much.

"Oh, it seems like this old guy like me is quite popular?" The loud voice curse used by Dumbledore is obviously an improved version. Dumbledore's voice seems to have a kind of magic power, although the volume is not very high.

It's loud, but everyone present can hear it clearly.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Okay, dear students, today's protagonist is not a bad old man like me, so let's save some energy for the exciting game next." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I know you don't like nonsense, so

I am announcing now that the first duel competition in Hogwarts and the battle for the top four have officially begun. Let us welcome those warriors with the warmest cheers!"

Seeing the unprecedented warm cheers erupting from the stands, Lockhart clutched a thick stack of speech scripts in his hand and said with a lonely expression: "Oh my god, I still have a lot of things to say!"

And Lockhart was not the only one who heard the overwhelming cheers outside the stadium.

At this moment, in the men's lounge, Mike, Cedric and others were waiting for the game to start. Mike clenched his fists unconsciously while listening to the cheers outside.

"Don't be nervous. Although your opponent is Carol, you are not bad either." Cedric comforted Mike, "It doesn't matter who wins or loses. Friendship comes first, competition comes second."

Although Cedric looked very relaxed at this moment, his slightly trembling legs still revealed his true mood at this moment.

Mike also noticed this and said with disdain: "Are you cursing me for losing? I'm sorry, the word lose is not in my dictionary. Besides, you are the one who is nervous, look at your legs, they are shaking.

They are almost as good as those weaver girls."

Hearing this, everyone in the lounge burst into laughter, while Cedric's face turned red, and he deliberately suppressed his legs to stop them from shaking in such embarrassing ways. However, for some reason, the more Cedric suppressed them, the more he suppressed them.

His legs shook even more violently, and finally Cedric could only hold down his disobedient legs with both hands.

This move aroused even more enthusiastic laughter from everyone in the lounge, and most of the tension caused by the cheers also dissipated.

While everyone was having fun in the lounge, the door to the lounge was suddenly opened.

The person who came was a senior student wearing a duel club uniform and glasses. The man held up a small book with the schedule in his hand and shouted to everyone in the lounge: "Mike, Mike -

Townley, it's your turn to play."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and everyone looked at Mike in the corner.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mike slowly stood up and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to walk out of the lounge, Cedric's voice sounded from behind him.

"Mike!"

Mike stopped when he heard the sound.

"I hope to fight you again, so I must win!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Mike's mouth, and he did not look back. He continued to walk forward. As he walked, he stretched out his hand to make a V-sign sign for victory (Note 1) and said: "You are the only one in Hufflepuff."

, don’t fall here.”

Looking at Mike's retreating back, and hearing his usual arrogant tone, Cedric couldn't help but smile.

"This guy really deserves to go to Gryffindor, his character is simply terrible." Cedric scolded with a smile, "Also, do you know what the gesture he just made means?"