The following battle between the seventh and fourth years was not as intense and exciting as the battle between the fifth and sixth years. This was because there were no outstanding characters like Luna, Hermione, and Draco in these two years. The little wizards, who had already experienced two intense competitions of different styles, felt that these two matches were much more dull and boring.
However, there was a small farce at the end of the seventh year's battle.
The last surviving member of the training class, Eddie Kamichel, who had obtained twelve excellent grades in the fifth year's Ls exam, completely ignored the fact that she already had a boyfriend who was a professional athlete from Quidditch. He took the initiative to give the final victory to the beautiful girl, Rachel Zhang, who had always been under his protection on the field.
"Kamichel is a shameful liar! He said that his good grades were all because of the Buffy Brain-Sobering Potion, and he even tried to sell it to his juniors. Fortunately, the female leader of Gryffindor, Granger, confiscated all his potions and poured them all down the toilet! " Kamichel's performance at this time made Marietta Ekmore, who was sent flying by Kamichel's spell at the beginning of the battle and had a head of reddish curly hair, not in the mood to celebrate for her best friend, Rachel Zhang. Instead, she was very angry and dissatisfied.
The purple pustules that had covered Marietta's face because of the incident last semester had already disappeared with Dumbledore's hasty help. Only some faint scars could be seen. What the seventh year Ravenclaw girl, who was currently angry, did not know was that the person who had cast the name list that had humiliated her in public was the female leader of Gryffindor, Hermione Granger. When she helped her friend, Harry, to create the name list, Hermione had also added a 'Toughen' spell to the curse so that it would take some time for these scars to completely disappear.
As for the third year sorcerers, this battle was more like a farce. After observing the battle between the senior sorcerers, they were able to cast a few basic spells to fight against each other. However, as the third year sorcerers who had just started their elective course, the types of spells and the power of their spells were limited.
When they were fighting with each other, some of them even threw away their wands and began to teach others how to behave with their fists like a Muggle. This caused more people to imitate them. In the end, the battle turned into a fight of punches and kicks. In the end, although their injuries were not serious, they looked very miserable on the outside. Some of them had black eye sockets, some were missing teeth, and some of their clothes were even torn.
This also forced Allen to end the farce in advance. The three Allens were in a hurry to treat the young wizards' injuries and provide financial compensation. In the end, Allen could not choose the final candidates, and could only directly let the fourth year's teaching assistant to manage them.
"Congratulations to all of you. Congratulations to my new teaching assistants for standing out. At the same time, I think you must have your own understanding of this battle by now. We will hold such an event once a month, and the person who stays at the end will be my teaching assistant. At the end of the term, I will arrange for all of you to have another battle royale regardless of your grade. " When the battle was finally over, Allen let his doppelgänger and mirror image completely disappear and fell from the sky.
"This is just too cool." Michael Kona moved his healed arm. "This is just like a real battle. Whether it is the Defense Against Black Magic class or the occasional duel, we have a one-on-one duel under very fair conditions. There is no need to consider the terrain, the strength of the opponent, or the preservation of physical strength and magic power at all. In this battle royale, you don't know where the curse will come from, and you don't only have to worry about one opponent. How to preserve physical strength, how not to attract hatred, and so on are all problems that we will encounter in actual combat and need to consider. "
"We have to bleed like this once a month … Although the injury can be healed … it's too painful before it's healed. I just want to have a good sleep now …" Allen's former roommate, Edward, was obviously not as excited as Michael. Having been focused on by Draco's team in the battle just now, he was still traumatized by the pain just now. He could not help but regret that he should have saved the time to catch up on sleep instead of coming here to be cursed.
Allen, who was in the middle of the field, apparently also detected the thoughts of the young wizards who had the same feelings as Edward, so he continued, "Of course, because there is a big difference in your current strength, although you can get some bonus points for being an assistant in the combat part of the practical class, if you are not confident in your strength for the time being, if you take the initiative to abstain from this activity, it will not affect your grades this year. As long as you do the usual theoretical and practical classes well, you can still get an excellent grade from me."
This addition by the professor of ancient magic relieved the fear in the hearts of many of the young wizards. They let out a long sigh of relief, and their resistance to this course disappeared.
"The next class will be on Friday." Padma Patil took out his class schedule and circled the ancient magic class with a feather pen.
"I used to think that the Defense Against Black Magic class was the most interesting class in Hogwarts, but compared to the ancient magic class, it's like the difference between badminton and football …" Colin Creevey sorted out some of the photos he took, and one of the photos was of Crabbe, who was covered in blisters and holding his private parts with a painful expression.
"Can you give this to me? You can keep it as my trophy. " Without waiting for Colin's response, Michael snatched the photo from the young Gryffindor cameraman's hands. His teeth were slightly clenched.
For Harry, this day was destined to bring him a lot of feelings.
After returning from the ancient magic class, Harry returned to the common room of Gryffindor. Unlike the other young lions who were very tired from the ancient magic class, he felt very excited even at night. After chatting with Ron, who was also in good spirits, from the ancient magic class to the new Quidditch schedule for the new semester, Harry received a letter from Dumbledore. Dumbledore invited him to the principal's office for a face-to-face interview before the curfew.
Late at night, Dumbledore sat in the principal's office and picked up a diary with a big hole in the middle. He lowered his eyes and looked at the diary through his half-moon glasses. At this time, there was a knock on the door. He threw a broken ring into the hole in the notebook and put it in the drawer under the desk.
"Harry, you got the letter. Come in." Dumbledore looked kindly at Harry who walked in. "How was your day?"
"Very good, Professor," Harry said.
"Did you like the class?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry could not tell for a moment whether Dumbledore was asking about the potions class or the ancient magic class.
"Ah, of course. As far as I know, the ancient magic class was liked by all the young wizards who participated, although I personally think that the process is too dangerous for you students." Dumbledore said with a smile. "How was the potions class? I know that Professor Slughorn couldn't sleep for at least three days because of the potions you failed to brew with the unlucky Ron, but even so, he still likes you very much. "
Harry then remembered what happened in the potions class. He laughed awkwardly but politely. He thought that he was so excited tonight because of the battle in the ancient magic class during the day and the strength of the members of the training camp. Now that he heard Dumbledore's reminder, he realized that the Life-Death Potion was the real reason for his excitement.
Dumbledore smiled even more kindly. "So, how are your extracurricular activities?"
"Professor, what do you mean by that?" Harry did not understand the principal's question.
"I noticed that you often go out with Miss Jenny Weasley, so I couldn't help but guess." Dumbledore tilted his head.
"Oh, yes, she is very good …" Harry smiled shyly. "You guessed right …"
"You should take Miss Weasley to Madam Pardev's teahouse on the weekend. Although the seats are a little cramped, everything inside is decorated with beautiful lace, even the small round table. The quality of the candy thrown by the fat golden angel is a little worse." After saying that, Dumbledore's face became serious again. He said in a serious tone, "You must be wondering why I invited you here tonight."
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