Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Tell you, we will definitely win the Quidditch Cup this year." Fred said, "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year, our team will definitely be brilliant. You must be great. , Harry, when Wood told us about it, he was so excited."

"However, we have to go. Lee Jordan thinks he has discovered a new secret passage that can lead to the outside of the school."

"I guess it's the passage behind the statue of Gregory the Flatterer. We found it the first week after entering school. Goodbye."

As soon as Fred and George left, Malfoy appeared, and Crabbe and Gore followed him: "Are you eating the last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to Muggles?"

Ona frowned, Malfoy turned his back, so they didn't notice him.

"Now that you are back on the ground, accompanied by your little friend, you have more courage." Harry said coldly. Gore and Crabbe sullen their faces, squeezing their fingers.

Ona looked back: "What's the matter with you?"

The three of Malfoy's faces stiffened, but Malfoy immediately said, "I'll look for Potter."

Ona was noncommittal. Malfoy was suppressed, so he turned to look at Harry: "I am willing to fight with you alone at any time." Malfoy glanced at Ona. "If you have no opinion, it will be tonight. Between wizards. For the duel, you only use the magic wand—no contact. What’s the matter? I guess you haven’t heard of wizard duels yet?"

"Of course he has heard of it." Ron said, turning around. "I am his assistant. Who is your assistant?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Gore and weighed them up: "Crabbe." He said, "It's midnight, how about it? We will meet you in the prize showroom, where the door is never locked."

When Malfoy finished speaking, he rushed away with his two followers, not wanting to stay with Ona for a moment.

"What's the matter with wizard duels?" Harry asked. "What do you mean by being my assistant?"

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will continue." Ron said lightly, and started eating his pie again. "But you know, people only die when they have a formal duel with a real wizard. You and Malfoy can only shoot sparks at each other at best. You two know too little magic to really hurt each other. But. , I dare say he thought you would refuse."

"If I wave my wand and there is no response at all, what should I do?" Harry was a little worried.

"Then throw away the wand and punch him in the nose." Ron suggested.

"Sorry, excuse me." Hermione said.

"Can people eat here for a while?" Ron didn't deal with Hermione somehow.

Hermione ignored him, "I just heard what you said, midnight is a curfew time. Ona and I have worked so hard to score so many points, it's not a waste of you."

"It really has nothing to do with you." Harry said.

Hermione touched a nail, not very happy, Ona patted her on the shoulder, Glory also smiled and pulled her hand, and the two girls talked.

"Save more snacks tonight. I don't think Malfoy is that simple." Ona reminded.

Harry and Ron still admired Ona, and they both nodded.

In the evening, Ona and the others disappeared after eating—they were actually quite curious, not in the common room, not in the library, and did not know where the three went. But Harry and Ron didn't have the energy to care about this. Ron had been giving Harry advice.

Before the curfew, Ona returned. He lay down on the bed as usual, and waited for the time to come.

"It's half past eleven," Ron whispered finally, "we have to go."

Ona silently watched the two put on their dressing gowns, picked up their wands, and tiptoed across the room. Ona smiled and got up too.

When he got down the stairs, he heard someone talking in the common room.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, only about yourself? I don't want Slytherin to win the Academy Cup again, and I don't want you to lose all my efforts and Ona's efforts." Ona found three people crawling out In the doorway, only Hermione's voice was heard.

Ona opened the passage, and Hermione's voice came: "Thank God! I almost couldn't go back! Fat lady go...huh? Ona?"

"You go back to bed first, I'll see." Ona pulled Hermione back to the break room.

Hermione bulged her cheeks and seemed to want to go too.

"Don't worry." Ona patted her head.

"Don't shoot me!" Hermione blushed. "Go if you want!"

When Ona went out, Harry and Ron had disappeared. Ona glanced at the portrait of the empty fat lady, and then activated Guiguzi's skills-the prophet Shenyin, the mystery covered him, this time only No one will see him if nothing happens. Ona walked quickly to the prize showroom.

Unexpectedly, halfway, Ona met Harry and Ron. They really met Neville, who had to stay at the door for a few hours because they had forgotten his password. Ona did not meet him when they came back. Too much luck.

"How is your body?" Harry asked.

"It's okay," Neville said. "Ms. Pomfrey checked me several times and said I was lucky, except for a few bruises on my back, there was nothing wrong."

"Yes—well, Neville, listen, we're going to a place, see you later—" Harry said.

"Don't leave me!" Neville said, getting up from the ground, "I don't want to stay here alone. Barrow the Blood has passed by here twice."

Ron checked his watch and glanced at Neville: "If you cause us to be caught, I must learn the kind of monster curse mentioned by Professor Quirrell and use it on you!"

Harry hissed and greeted the two of them to go quickly.

They walked briskly along the corridor, with moonlight streaming in through the high windows, and one by one across the ground. Ona found that when he passed by, the moonlight seemed to penetrate him and fell on the ground-the effect seemed to be really good, but what he was worried about was the duration of Shenyin. He felt the constant loss of magic power, but with Judging from his current feelings, it seems that it is not difficult to hold for dozens of minutes.

The four were lucky, and did not meet Filch or Mrs. Loris along the way. When they arrived at the prize showroom, Ona was not surprised to find that Malfoy and Crabbe were not there. The crystal glass cabinets displaying the prizes gleamed in the moonlight. In the darkness, trophies, shields, medals and statues gleamed with silver and gold. The three of Harry moved forward against the wall, staring at the doors at both ends of the room, and Harry took out his wand just in case.