Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 158 You smell like her perfume (Monthly ticket 15000 pre-update)
At this moment, students from other colleges also gathered around, all wanting to see what was going on here.

Being watched by so many people, and with Ron's solid 2-16 record, Draco felt that he couldn't back down.

We must fight! We must not bring shame to Slytherin!
"How about we change the bet?" Draco had already confirmed in his mind that Ron's level was not good enough, so it was 2-16. He said proudly, "How about this, whoever loses will yell 'Old Bat, I want to wash your hair', how about that?"

Hearing Draco's words, the young wizards present were shocked.

Oh my god, is he so brave?!
The Slytherin classmates watched the fun and shouted Draco's name loudly.

"Well, well done Draco!"

"So energetic!" "You didn't bring shame to Slytherin!"

Draco felt a little flattered by the praise of his Slytherin classmates. He had completely forgotten that if he lost the game, he would be the one who shouted this sentence.

Now he has lost himself in the spiritual sounds.

Ron was also shocked, shocked that Draco was really brave.

Oh my God, are you so anxious to die?

"Well then." Ron smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "Potions class happens to be the day after tomorrow. Instead of making an appointment for another day, why don't we play a game of chess today with all these classmates as witnesses? How about that?"

"Do you think I'm afraid of a 2-16 Gryffindor like you, Weasley?" Draco was also aroused. "Remember! The game you won was against Barry Wendel! He was 776 years old, and he couldn't stand the four-hour battle, so he lost to you!"

"Just tell me whether I won or not!" Ron was a little angry.

"Haha." Draco replied directly with a haha.

Seamus and Neville had just trotted back to the dormitory, and now they have retrieved the wizard chess set.

"This is wizard chess, Ron." Seamus handed the chessboard to Ron, "Come on, Ron, it's time to prove that you're not bad!"

Ron held the chessboard, and his whole demeanor changed.

In any case, he was also a participant in the Wizard Chess Tournament, so he still had that bit of a look down on his classmates.

But Ron did not take it lightly. As the saying goes, a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. He must give the evil Slytherin kid a good beating!
Draco noticed the change in Ron's temperament and his body trembled.

Ron was worried that Draco would suddenly back down, so he made some plans in his mind and decided to use provocation.

He knew that Draco was actually quite proud. He would definitely not be able to save face in front of so many people and would definitely agree to him out of pride.

"Malfoy." Ron snorted, "If you're scared, there's still time to leave now."

"What are you talking about!" Marcus Flint shouted from behind, "How can there be a coward in Slytherin! Malfoy, if you can beat Weasley, I will allow you to join the school Quidditch team and become a glorious seeker!"

Draco was originally a bit of a painter, but he made up his mind instantly after hearing Marcus' promise.

"Okay!" Draco slammed the table. "Isn't it just Weasley who lost 16 games in a row? I have been playing wizard chess since I was three years old. Am I afraid of him? Come on! Let's fight it out!"

After saying that, he sat on the Slytherin bench, and the senior students used Transfiguration to set up a table between the two of them.

"Aren't you going to do something about it, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked worriedly as she looked at the crowd gathered in three layers in the faculty seat.

Dumbledore shook his head and said with emotion: "What a restless youth..."

The referee of this wizard chess competition is Ernie McMillan, who is also a fan of wizard chess. He stood there excitedly, looking happy as if he was standing on the front line and enjoying the game.

"Get ready, Mr Weasley, and Mr Malfoy," he said.

Draco snorted slightly at Ernie, but even though Ernie was a Hufflepuff, he was from the pure-blooded MacMillan family, so Draco didn't dislike him.

Ernie was a Hufflepuff and not an enemy of Gryffindor, so Ron could accept him being the referee.

"Come on." Ron said to Draco, "You play white, I'll let you go first."

According to Draco's proud character, he would definitely not let Ron give in - but the problem was that losing would come at a price, and it was not small, so Draco gave up the so-called face and flexibly chose the inside.

The Malfoy family's bottom line has always been flexible.

"Okay, okay," Ernie said loudly, "Mr. Draco Malfoy from Slytherin plays with white, against Mr. Ron Weasley from Gryffindor, who plays with black. It's a battle between the two houses now - I'm happy to commentate on this game for you. I'm Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff."

"Below we can see that Mr. Malfoy chose the pawn on e2 and moved it to e4. Similarly, Mr. Weasley, who plays black, also chose the pawn and moved his pawn from e7 to e5."

"A very classic opening. Both sides chose to be cautious. Ah, Malfoy chose g1 and his knight moved to f3. Oh, Mr. Weasley's knight also moved from b8 to c6!"

"Okay, it's a close race!" Ernie yelled.

The students present all knew a little bit about wizard chess, so when Ron and Draco played wizard chess, everyone could understand the general idea.

After playing for about five or six minutes, Ernie suddenly held his head and said loudly, "Oh my God, this is a huge, huge mistake! How could Mr. Malfoy allow the black side to continue to eat his own soldiers?"

"'Check', still playing?" Ron said with a smile. He had already won the game, and was only one step away from capturing Draco's king.

"Slytherin will never admit defeat!" Draco shouted, grabbing his hair.

Ron shrugged and let the castle move forward to surround and kill Draco's king.

Normally, there is no need to declare a checkmate, but Ron, who is confident of winning, kindly reminds him: "Check mate!"

Then Ron's chess piece on the chessboard jumped up, swung the weapon in his hand, and knocked Draco's king to his knees.

"You lose, Malfoy." Ron said with a smile: "Shouldn't you fulfill your bet?"

Before Draco could say anything, Marcus shouted, "No, a normal match is a best-of-three game. It doesn't go against the rules to decide the winner in one game. Let's do it again!"

Hearing Marcus' words, hope rekindled in Draco's eyes.

"Okay! Another one!" However, this plate collapsed even faster than the previous one. Draco sat in the chair, looking at the king who was broken into several pieces, his eyes were dull and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"You should understand, Malfoy." Ron said proudly, "I was just letting you go. If I wanted to, I could win even faster than I did now."

Draco pouted, stood up and said, "I don't want to play anymore, I want to go home!"

"Hey, don't leave so quickly." Ron stopped him quickly: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? You haven't fulfilled your promise yet - are you going to cheat in front of all the classmates in the school, Malfoy?"

"Don't worry!" Draco said angrily, "Just wait, I will definitely keep my promise!"

"Really?" Ron said with a smile, "Why do I feel like you're going to regret it?"

"I! I will never regret it!" Draco said angrily, "I swear in the name of my ancestors, I will never regret it!"

After saying that, he turned and ran away.

Harry, who was watching the fun, suddenly remembered that Cassandra was also Draco's ancestor.

He suddenly became nervous. It seemed that he had to force Draco to fulfill his promise. Otherwise, it would be bad if this oath involved Cassandra...

No, we have to keep an eye on Draco. We can’t let him go back on his word!

Since losing the game, Draco seemed to have lost his energy and spirit.

He was not troubled by the need to fulfill the bet, but was depressed by the fact that he lost to Weasley so easily.

Oh my god, didn’t he only win two games in the Wizarding Chess Tournament and then lose sixteen games in a row?
How come it's so powerful?

However, one thing he had never realized was that being able to participate in such a competition itself represented a certain level of strength, at least the entry-level professional level.

And he is just a fan, wouldn't it be a dimensionality reduction blow if he met Ron?
After that, a few more people wanted to play wizard chess with Ron, but they were all dealt with by Ron in no time.

In Ron's words - I can't beat those old men and women who have lived for who knows how many years, so why can't I beat you?
Trivia - In the last Wizarding Chess Tournament, except for Ron, the youngest players were already in their forties.

From this perspective, Ron was able to win two games, which means he is one of the most powerful ones.

But what Ron would not tell others was that he won the game of chess with Barry because he was unsportsmanlike and kept the old man asleep.

Ron once again won everyone's respect in school with his real ability, but his classmates still didn't seem to give up the 2-16 joke, and it was getting more and more intense.

But this time, when 2-16 is mentioned, it is not with contempt, but with a little respect.

Ron, who defeated Slytherin, was very proud. He could be described as rushing around in the Gryffindor common room. Even when facing Percy, he was not afraid at all.

Even Percy had to hold his nose and praise Ron for a job well done.

Time passed quickly, and it was Friday in the blink of an eye.

The speed of time is relative. Everyone felt that time passed very slowly - because they were all looking forward to Potions class for the first time. Only Draco felt that time passed very quickly, because he really didn't want to attend Potions class to fulfill his bet.

However, there was no way out; he would have to endure this blow sooner or later.

For the first time ever, the Gryffindor students arrived outside the Potions classroom twenty or thirty minutes early, looking expectantly at Professor Snape who was teaching sixth grade in the classroom.

When the get out of class was over, Snape saw these classmates and even looked back at the calendar.

"What's wrong with you, Professor Snape?" Vivi asked as she walked out of the classroom.

Snape snorted and said, "I'm just checking if today is April 1st..."

Vivi walked out of the classroom and when she saw Harry, she pulled him to the corner.

She reached out and hugged Harry, whispering in his ear, "What happened to you? Look how scared you guys are, he's even checking if today is April Fools' Day."

Harry narrated the whole incident to Vivi in ​​a concise manner. Vivi was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and said, "The phrase 'washing the greasy head' is not very lethal to Professor Snape. I remember Lily once told me that he was hung upside down by your father with a fuchsia bell, revealing his dirty black underwear..."

Harry raised his head and looked at Vivi in ​​shock - I knew you were a black-hearted person, but I never expected that you would be completely black inside after I cut you open!
"Okay, I have to go to the Muggle world to attend class, Harry." Vivi smiled and rubbed Harry's head: "Oh, I also need to use the time converter to jump forward forty-five minutes, so that I won't miss Professor Hawking's class."

"Aren't you studying at the School of Economics? How come you are learning these things?" Harry was shocked. Even if he was uneducated, he knew that Hawking was a science major and did not teach at LSE.

"I can attend classes at several universities." Vivi winked at Harry, stretched out her hand to call out Fiona, and disappeared on the spot along with the Phoenix.

Harry was stunned. He felt that he also needed to roll up - so as not to be left behind by Vivi.

If this continues, he, a modern person, will not understand the modern world as well as Weiwei!
When Harry walked around the corner to the Potions classroom, he happened to meet Pappy who was walking happily towards him.

"Pappy," Harry called, "why aren't you going in?"

"I'm waiting for you." Pabbie said, and came closer to Harry, put away his horns, and snuggled in Harry's arms.

After arching twice, Papi raised his head alertly.

"No, you smell like Grindelwald's perfume!"

"I just helped her replenish her magic power." Harry smiled and rubbed Pappy's head: "Besides, Vivi didn't wear perfume, that's her..."

"Okay, stop talking!" Pappy exhaled heavily through his nose, "Stop talking, let's go in and go to class!"

"Oh okay."

Harry agreed and walked into the classroom one after another with Pabbie.

After seeing Pabbie, Snape turned his gaze to Harry, his eyes full of disgust.

"I should remind you, Mr. Potter," Snape's greasy voice sounded, "You are not allowed to bring pets to the Potions classroom. I really hope that your greasy brain can know the harm of pet hair to potions. I understand your desire to show off that you have a unicorn as a pet, but this is a Potions class."

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