The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

He can use this spell to make the lawn slippery, something Scott can't do.

The wild boar, which had been charging recklessly, suddenly slipped and rolled to the side.

Roger seized the opportunity to cast a stunning spell on Fred, and while Fred was trying to dodge, he petrified the boar as it struggled to its feet.

As Fred's henchmen left, Roger's face immediately broke into a smile.

Scott heard him shout, "Fred! You should be glad I didn't use the Shattering Charm, or your robes would be shredded!"

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

Fred, unusually, didn't engage in verbal sparring but instead responded with a spell.

Roger dodged with a grin, and the two began striking the air with spells again.

Milton said, "At this rate, the two of them might exhaust themselves before a winner is decided."

Chapter 220 A Pre-Graduation Party?

Roger failed as soon as Milton finished speaking.

Perhaps he got a little carried away after getting rid of the wild boar, and Fred seized the opportunity.

Fred's methods were also quite ingenious.

He did not attack Roger directly.

Scott saw it clearly; he used a hardening spell to make the grass under Roger's feet as hard as stone, and Roger, who was running, was caught off guard and tripped.

Fred seized the opportunity and struck him with a petrification spell, instantly freezing Roger's smug smile on his face.

“This is really…” Scott raised his hand to cover his face.

“This…” Milton’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

Scott was also internally wary of this trickery.

After his victory, Fred transformed his robe back into its original form and draped it over his shoulders.

He cheerfully lifted the curse on Roger, then proudly raised his head and strode off the field.

George and Lee Jordan, along with their fellow Gryffindors, were still clapping and cheering enthusiastically, as if welcoming a triumphant hero.

Roger could only walk dejectedly to Scott and Milton.

Scott and Milton, however, did not look at him, but instead pretended to watch the other classmates who had not yet finished their duels.

"Ugh……"

Roger squatted down beside him and sighed softly.

Scott still ignored him.

"Ugh……"

Roger sighed softly again.

At this moment, he seemed to channel his former self, Milton, and was trying to take up the mantle of "English Daiyu".

But Scott felt that Roger's physique didn't match the nickname at all, so he quickly dismissed the disgusting idea.

He glanced sideways at Roger, who was squatting on the ground with a resentful expression, and said, "What kind of drama are you putting on? It's not like it's the first time you've lost to Fred."

Scott didn't want to talk to him.

But there's nothing I can do; this guy's act of feigning resentment is just too cringe-worthy.

Even without watching it, the cringe-worthy images still linger in my mind.

“You tell me…” Roger tugged at the grass on the ground, “wasn’t my loss this time even more unacceptable?”

"Yes, it really shouldn't have happened," Scott said bluntly.

Who told you to be so arrogant?

Milton kindly remarked, "You were careless, Roger."

"Yes, I was too careless."

Roger seemed to have been waiting for these words.

He immediately stood up, regained his composure, and even made a provocative gesture towards Fred on the other side.

Fred, of course, was not to be outdone.

The two then engaged in a virtual meme war, exchanging real-life emojis.

"..."

Scott instinctively stepped back a little.

Scott and his friends returned to the stands only after all the fourth-year students had finished their duels.

Next, the fifth, sixth, and seventh graders, the older wizards, took turns on stage, and the duels became increasingly exciting.

Especially seventh graders.

In the magical world, many adult wizards' spellcasting skills peak at age 17, and they don't make much progress after that.

According to the conventional wisdom in the magical world, a 17-year-old wizard is already an adult wizard.

The battles between these seventh-graders looked much more intense than those between the other students.

By the time a wizard reaches seventh grade, their combat abilities and fighting habits are fully formed.

They will also use destructive spells more recklessly.

Especially for the Gryffindor and Slytherin groups, who were grouped together, it wasn't long before someone was bleeding.

This greatly displeased Mrs. Pomfrey, who was waiting on the sidelines to receive injured players at any time, and she began to complain loudly.

But none of the wizards listened to him, and the fighting intensified.

Soon, the battle became even more brutal, and people began to lose limbs.

Scott suddenly understood why Hogwarts hadn't had a dueling class before; this scene...

Although this was not a serious injury for a wizard, the gruesome scene was still very impactful.

Mrs. Pomfrey was furious.

Professor Flitwick and Snape were not spared any rest either.

To prevent students from killing themselves or others, they have to keep a close watch on everything around them.

They waved their wands incessantly, not only quickly moving the wounded off the field, but also constantly shielding the students from potentially fatal attacks.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall also came down from the Gryffindor stands to help on the pitch, which relieved some of the pressure on Professor Flitwick and Snape.

The stands were completely silent; the younger students had fallen silent.

No one expected that the seventh graders would be so ruthless.

Of course, there are also those who are heartless and carefree.

For example, Eddie, who was sitting next to Scott.

"Oh...oh! That's fantastic! That was beautiful!"

He was so excited that his eyes were shining, and he kept exclaiming in surprise.

Finally, before lunchtime, the unprecedented dueling exam at Hogwarts came to an end.

As a result, there were dozens of injured people on the sidelines, and a small majority of them were seventh graders.

Even the grass on the field was covered in clumps of blood.

As they left the Quidditch pitch, looking at the blood-soaked seventh-graders, Milton asked in bewilderment, "Why are the seventh-graders so impulsive?"

"Maybe it's because they're about to leave Hogwarts," Scott guessed.

It's a pre-graduation celebration, he knows what I mean.

This was far more exciting than the activity he and his classmates had torn up all their textbooks after the college entrance exam in his previous life.

The group crossed the lawn outside the stadium and headed to the auditorium to prepare for their meal.

However, an uninvited guest then arrived.

Milton.

Mr. Grevis and Mrs. Zabini walked arm in arm to Milton.

Mr. Grevis was dressed very neatly and his attitude was much better than the last time we met.

At the very least, he nodded amicably to Scott and his friends, Milton's friends.

Mrs. Zabini wore a magnificent large hat, and a black veil covered most of her face.

She didn't say a word, her bright red lips curved into a cold smile for Milton, before she returned to her expressionless state.

Milton paused for a moment, then greeted them politely, "Good afternoon, Father, Madam."

“Come on, Milton,” Mr. Grevis beckoned. “I think you should talk to us.”

"Is there something you need, Father?" Milton stood still.

Mr. Grevis's expression changed, as if he wanted to get angry, but he held back.

He glanced at Scott and his group standing behind Milton.

Scott knew that the man wanted them to be sensible and leave on their own.

But Milton didn’t want to talk to his father and stepmother right now, so Scott, Roger, and Eddie just stood there without moving.

The group remained silent for a few seconds, and Mr. Grevis looked somewhat embarrassed.

He forced a kind smile and said to Milton, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask how you're doing at school."

"Thank you, I'm fine, Father."

Scott heard Milton speak in a flat, emotionless voice.

Chapter 221 The Last Death of Travers