Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

　　 Although the game between Harry and Malfoy was interrupted, Snape didn't seem to end, as they continued to play in groups one by one.

　　 But I can’t afford to have a wonderful spell showdown between Harry and Malfoy just now, the rest is very watery, after all, this group of wizards are from 1st to 3rd grade.

　　 has limited spells and various kinds of knowledge. Of course, those seniors can't say how good the actual combat is, but they are more proficient and more diversified in the use of spells.

　　 "The next group, Granger and Abbe... Granger... Then Abbe, you can go with Ginny Weasley."

　　 Snape said Hema and Hermione, when he suddenly remembered that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger hadn't finished the match and then slipped away.

　　 "Hey?!" Hema was also suddenly stunned. It doesn't matter who you do, Ginny Weasley, I really can't figure it out.

　　 She is still under the control of Voldemort. If she hits her, she suddenly comes to me with an Avada to eat a big melon. I can't stand it with dragon scales!

　　 After all, Avada is more than just ordinary physical destruction. The three unforgivable curses, from the perspective of heart-cutting and Imperius curses, are black magic that not only damages the surface, but destroys people from the inside.

　　 So it is the same for Avada to kill without leaving scars, so the Phoenix can be killed by the killing curse, but he dare not gamble.

　　 But seeing Snape's urging expression, Hema frowned, and slowly stepped onto the stage. The Iron Armor Curse was useless, so she had to hide.

　　Ginny also stepped onto the stage, but she didn't feel any special changes, her mental head was okay, her fiery red hair was like a blooming rose bush.

　　 "Hema Aibo shouldn't bully girls, right."

　　 "Hey, why don't you say that Hema Aibo is still a first-year student? Is this Ginny bullying the lower grades?"

　　 "Uh, what you said is wrong. Ibbo has played in a few senior grades. Although he has been quite safe lately, his strength is absolutely strong. It would be great if he can cast spells without a stick and silently!"

　　 "Doesn’t that mean that you are almost as good as the teachers!"

　　 "Maybe this."

　　 "How could that be possible? The teachers have so many spells."

　　 "But look at Lockhart~"

　　……

　　 Hearing the discussion below, Hema also pouted, really don't expect so much from me. I am really good at close combat, but I'm still a normal student in other aspects!

　　 "Ginny Weasley, Hema Abbot! Get ready!"

　　 Hema and Ginny bowed to each other, then withdrew from a distance of 5 or 6 meters, and put on a fighting posture, but Hema thought about it and put the wand in his pocket.

　　 He is not accustomed to using a small stick. He seems to be able to cast spells without a stick. In fact, the principle is very simple.

　　 His flesh and scales act as the outer shell of the wand, and his organ and nerve structure act as the core of the wand. In addition, he has more magic power, so he can cast spells directly.

　　 "Ginny, come on!"

　　 "Come on!~"

　　 A few Gryffindor cubs and a few brothers from the Weasley family also cheered her up, and Hema was miserable on this side.

　　 But in the next second, he saw Miss Astoria with the hood raised her hand and waved at him. She was not high enough, and she stood on tiptoe. Hema also laughed surprisingly.

　　 Many girls saw Hema's rare smile, and the identity of the heir to the secret room was washed away, and many little girls also had a heartbeat.

　　 "Classmate Aibo is so handsome~"

　　 "He has always been handsome, just a little bit younger."

　　 "It's okay to be young, you can..."

　　 Although Hema did not hear the discussion of the girls, he suddenly felt a cold phantom limb after listening to the faint chuckle.

"ready, go!"

　　 "All petrochemicals."

　　 Before Hema could react, Ginny's attack suddenly shot!

　　 But just when everyone thought that Hema would be killed by a second without a magic wand, only Hema gently raised his hand.

　　 With a muffled sound, the curse hit his arm directly, and then it split completely, turning into bits of light and dissipating completely.

　　 "Come again." Hema squinted and walked towards Ginny.

　　 "All petrochemicals!"

　　 "Curse to stop" Hema stretched out his palm, a cloud of blue light flashed, all the petrochemicals directly blocked in front of him, and then continued to walk forward.

　　 "Ignite instantly!" A red light flashed, hitting Hema's palm directly, and a ball of flame exploded, but it dissipated before it spread.

　　 Hema glanced at Ginny and confirmed that under normal circumstances, Ginny can use the most powerful spells. After all, she is only in the second grade. What kind of harmful spells are there?

　　 "Those spells were actually destroyed by his fingers, it's just like reading those story books!"

　　 "My God, what would happen if he walked over to Ginny? It feels terrible."

　　 In the remaining few seconds, Hema seemed to be incarnate as a big devil, walking forward like a stroll in the garden, getting closer and closer, and there was a trace of sweat on Ginny's forehead.

　　 "Split to pieces!"

　　 "!" Snape stared sharply. This spell is not a spell that a second-year student can accurately cast, it's easy for something to happen!

　　 Ke Hema glanced, and flicked his sleeves again, only to see the cuffs being torn apart, revealing the white arms, but the arms did not show any injuries.

　　 "It's over, Miss Weasley, cast spells quickly and accurately."

　　 Hema finally came to Ginny Weasley's body, and he said softly, under everyone's eyes, he slowly pulled out the curse in Ginny's hand.

　　 With a tap, the wand floated in the air, and then he flicked his robe, jumped off the arena, and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium.

　　 "Hema Aibo!"

　　 I don’t know who yelled a word, and a round of applause sounded from the audience! Although most of them are Slytherin's little wizards~www.novelmt.com~ The little wizards looked at Hema's back and felt the charm of Hema's body for the first time sincerely.

"Hema Abbot won this game!" Snape glanced at Hema. This child, whether on the dark side or the light side, will be a powerful wizard who surpasses Dumbledore and Voldemort in the future. I have no doubt about this.

　　 But the faster he grows, the more Dumbledore’s plan will be changed, and of course the attention of those hidden in the shadows.

　　 "Which way will you end up, Hema Abbot?"

　　 "Professor Snape?"

　　 "Lockhart, you continue with the upper grades, I will take a break first."

　　 "Of course, random." Lockhart waved his hand, remembering the pain he had just fallen to the ground.

　　 While Hema walked out of the auditorium at this time, Astoria followed too, but before he could take a few steps, he coughed sharply.

　　 "Hema?!"

　　 "Ahem! It's okay, but my arm hurts a bit."

　　 "Or go and see Madam Pomfrey." The small face under the hood of Astoria looked at Hema nervously.

　　 "I just didn't expect that torn apart, that is definitely not something that a second grader can use."

　　 "Then you can pick it up with your hands, really!" Astoria also puffed up her small face, looking at Hema who looked indifferent.

　　 "Do you feel bad~?" Hema stretched out her left hand and stroked her little cheek lightly.

With a snap, Hema's hand was directly knocked off.

"It hurts!"

　　 "Huh~ don't pretend, I'm going back to watch the duel."

　　 "Oh, wait for me, I will look at it again~!"