Allen did not know how to react to the current situation as he watched the hairy lion preparing to give a cauldron of blood-stained stones to the lady of his dreams …
Although Allen and Ravenclaw were no longer strangers after spending some time together, it was clear that their way of getting along was still rather strange and awkward. They even deliberately avoided calling each other's names in their daily lives. Allen felt that it was awkward and inappropriate to call each other Ravenclaw Rona Ravenclaw or Luna Lovegood. Ravenclaw, on the other hand, was not very good at handling this kind of relationship. In fact, to her, it was just like making a blood oath with a strange boy and being instilled with some memories that had yet to happen by her future self …
Obviously, the overly chivalrous and inattentive Gryffindor's attention was still on Allen's hands that were still on Ravenclaw's head. "I, Godric Gryffindor from the Southwest Valley of England, formally challenge you to an honorable duel on behalf of Miss Rona Ravenclaw from the Scottish Stream!"
"Allen Friedrich Harris from the Upper Rhine Valley accepts your honorable duel." Allen put down the comb in his hand. Gryffindor, being a straight man of his level, was of course not treated as a love rival by Allen. However, he had obviously come to the door to pester Ravenclaw. Allen did not intend to resolve the conflict through words. He also wanted to see if he could defeat the so-called best duel master of this era.
"Wizards are forbidden to fight during the carnival. Besides, why do I need you to duel for me?" Ravenclaw frowned and looked at Gryffindor impatiently. "Also, do you want me to tell Helga that you may not be able to go to the tavern late at night to support her activities because of the duel?"
Gryffindor obviously only remembered the rules at this moment. If it was any other carnival, it would have been fine, but this year, it was hosted by Helga Hufflepuff. This made him, who always prioritized action, have some misgivings. "Hmm … Then set the duel at the end of the carnival! For honor! "
Under the divination table, Ravenclaw tugged at Allen to stop him from replying. "The Welsh-style flying broom competition with stilts and fire barrels will end in the afternoon. Let's borrow their venue for a duel with flying brooms —"
"Good! I won't take advantage of you even if you're a boy! Just use your popular pole-protecting play! But there was no bladder keeper - or rather, we were both bladder keepers! Just the two of us! Let's put one on each of us! Whoever pierces the opponent's chest with the tip of the broom first will be the winner of the honor duel! " Gryffindor's mane of red hair, like a lion's or a horse's mane, shook like waves in his roaring voice and exaggerated expression.
Allen shrunk his body back to avoid being sprayed by the opponent's saliva. "See you on the field."
Seeing that Allen had agreed to the duel, the hot-blooded Gryffindor calmed down. "Then I'll see you in the arena. It's not easy to find a fire dragon's bladder. I'll go to Helga's place to see if there's anything that can replace it. "After that, he strode out to prepare for the duel.
Ravenclaw cast a spell to put a few crying children to sleep, and then sat back in her chair. "He's too troublesome. But he's good at dueling. I'm not sure if you can win since you're underage. It's not fair for you..." She tore off a few pieces of rabbit meat with her teeth. "And no one in this era knows your cushion spell."
At about three o 'clock in the afternoon, a loud bell rang throughout the area, announcing the start of the stilts and fire barrels. The bell could only be heard faintly amid the hustle and bustle. A team of sorcerers wearing Irish plaid skirts flew over on flying brooms. The people who were walking to the arena stood and watched. Some of the witches screamed loudly and then sped up their footsteps. When Alan looked up, he found that these warriors were not wearing underwear at all.
While the contestants were warming up around a series of burning barrels that were suspended high in the air on stilts, the crowd had already surrounded the arena. When the bell rang to announce the start of the competition, cheers resounded through the sky. Amidst the hubbub, the athletes rode their flying brooms one by one, carrying the Dom, which was actually a goat's gallbladder, through the burning barrels and finally threw the Dom into the final barrel. The rules of the game reminded Allen of the training method he used to join the national team when he was a junior. Except that there was no walking ball and the possibility of getting hurt when passing through the circle of light, the rules were almost the same.
Some athletes, either because of their speed or bad luck, were burned by the flames and lost the qualification to continue the game. Therefore, the constant exclamations and sighs of pity on the field added new noises and disturbances to the area. When all the contestants had finished the game, a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair who was not on fire won in the shortest time.
He raised the barrel with the gallbladder in it. "RUA!!!" He shouted loudly to the audience, venting his excitement. Finally, he offered the whole barrel to a witch in a green linen dress in the audience. She took the barrel and jumped directly in front of the champion's broom. The two of them flew away on the broom amidst the laughter and laughter of each other.
When the bell rang again, the contestants who were injured received proper treatment. The fire barrel on stilts was obviously not as tragic as the crucible on the head. Allen did not find anyone who died because of it.
When the contestants left the arena and the spectators were about to disperse, Alan and Gryffindor walked into the arena. The flames on the wooden barrel that was suspended in the air were roaring in the wind. Noticing that there was still a show to watch, the crowd became restless again. Many of the wizards who had left rushed back after hearing the news of a duel.
Godric Gryffindor held the two bladders in one hand and threw the broom on the ground with the other hand. He took out his wand and pointed at the two bladders. "Quickly Enlarge", and the two bladders swelled up as though they were being inflated. He handed one of the bladders to Allen and said, "Fire dragon bladders are really hard to find. I took two warthog bladders from Helga's kitchen as replacements."
After saying that, he tied the warthog bladders to his waist with a rope. He stretched out his hand and his broom flew from the ground to his hand. He lifted a leg and stepped on the broom.
Allen did not mind. He followed Godric's example and tied the warthog bladders to his body. He looked at the very simple flying broom and rode on it. As soon as he flew up, he saw Ravenclaw waving at him from the stands.
Allen gently held onto the broom and slowly flew to the front of the wooden grandstand. Ravenclaw was sitting at the front of the temporary grandstand blocked by wooden boards with the children. He looked at the witch in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Ravenclaw waved and motioned for him to ride the broom closer. Although he did not understand, Allen did as he was told. The witch took out a blue handkerchief and tied it to the tip of Allen's broom like a triangular flag.
After tying it, she did not continue the discussion of the wizards around her. She looked at her work and nodded with satisfaction. She waved her hand casually and let Allen leave.
The veins on Godric's hand that was holding the broom were bulging. He could barely suppress his jealousy and disappointment. He did not say a word, but his face was red. Muggle knights sewed the love tokens of their lovers onto their helmets and cloaks, and even used women's clothes as lances and banners to compete with their opponents. Then, Ravenclaw tied a scarf to the tip of that man's broom in front of everyone. What she meant was …
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