Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

"I'm ready to fight you one-on-one anytime!" Malfoy said, his neck stiff and feigning ferocity, with a hint of provocation. "If you have no objections, tonight. A duel between wizards. Wands only—no physical contact. How about it? I bet you've never heard of a wizard duel before, have you?"

Harry hadn't heard of it before, and he wanted to ask Ron, but Ron quickly stood up and said, "Of course he's heard of it! I'm his assistant. Who's your assistant?"

Malfoy turned around and weighed Crabbe and Goyle one by one, finally choosing Crabbe, who didn't seem so stupid.

“Where?” Ron asked again.

Jimmy, who had been listening in, sensed a business opportunity and jumped up from his seat to step between the two sides, "How about I set up the venue?"

Malfoy and Harry were both surprised by Jimmy's words and looked at him with puzzled and astonished eyes.

"The time is set for midnight, and the location is the underground hall. I will take care of the venue and Filch's matter at the same time. There will be an audience. Whatever the grudge, we will settle it in the ring!"

Jimmy got more and more excited as he talked, not giving Malfoy and Harry a chance to interrupt.

"Yes, everyone receive... uh. Anyway, I'll handle everything. Don't be absent; this is a duel of honor. So that the family won't be disgraced by your promise, Malfoy, I'm sure you'll be there on time. Harry, prove yourself to everyone!"

The lion cubs gradually gathered around, and the students from the neighboring Ravenclaw school also heard Jimmy's words and excitedly whispered among themselves.

Professor McGonagall, who had just entered the auditorium, sensed something was amiss and strode over, causing the students to scatter.

Malfoy, looking somewhat awkward, turned and went back to the Slytherin table. He hadn't originally planned to go, but Jimmy had elevated the matter to a matter of honor, so now he had no choice but to go.

Harry and Ron couldn't possibly be absent; given this established fact, Jimmy's fanning the flames only served to enhance the atmosphere.

Only Hermione was very unhappy. She had been eavesdropping the whole time and said to the others, "You absolutely can't wander around the school at night! Think about it, how many points will Gryffindor lose if you get caught! And why did you have to go along with them, Jimmy? You'll definitely be discovered, and you'll lose all of Gryffindor's points! That's so selfish!"

"This is none of your business."

For some reason, whenever Harry has a positive feeling, someone always seems to pour cold water on it.

That person could be the professor, Malfoy, or even Hermione. Even knowing that the professor and Hermione were right, I still felt annoyed.

"Goodbye!" Ron exclaimed triumphantly. He had been annoyed with Hermione for a long time, then turned excitedly to Jimmy and said, "I knew you'd help us!"

Then he took Harry away, as he had a few hours left before he needed to take Harry to special training.

Hermione was helpless against the two men, so she could only turn her attention to Jimmy.

Jimmy was still eating when he saw Hermione looking over. He stopped eating and said in a low voice, "Hermione, one day you'll understand that some things are more important than rules."

"Where are you going?" Hermione stood up from her chair as well, because she saw Jimmy trying to run away.

Jimmy needs to make some preparations for the midnight duel. First, he needs to retrieve Rocket and let it out for some fresh air at night. "I know you won't tell anyone else, remember to come along!"

"Jimmy!" Hermione suddenly felt a thorn in her side. She turned around hesitantly and met Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze.

Her body stiffened instantly, and she began to struggle and hesitate. In the end, she silently sat back down in her chair, picked up her fork, and viciously stabbed the sausage in her plate.

How do you know I won't tell anyone else?

I have to stop Jimmy tonight!

Chapter 31 Special Training for the Competition

To ensure the smooth running of the evening's match, Jimmy needs to find George and Fred and plan their escape route in advance. Setting up the stage and ring is not something he can do alone.

Even if they split the money with George Fred, they would still make a profit. After all, who wouldn't want to see the pure-blooded Malfoy family's eldest son duel with the famous savior Harry Potter?

Even if they were just throwing punches at each other on stage, the viewership ratings would still be far higher than the Spring Festival Gala!

I've taken care of the escape route, the stage, the narration, and the atmosphere. Is it too much to charge each audience member 3 yuan?

For the price of 1.5 cups of Butterbeer, you can see the famous duel between Harry Potter and Malfoy. What more could you ask for?

As Jimmy walked out of the auditorium and turned a corner, he was about to run outside the castle when someone suddenly called his name from behind.

It was Malfoy. He caught up with Crabbe and Goyle. The three of them were panting heavily and clutching their stomachs in discomfort.

Seeing Jimmy looking over, Malfoy immediately puffed out his chest and said, with a fierce but weak expression, "This has nothing to do with you, Blaine!"

Jimmy approached Malfoy, wanting to discuss a deal with him.

Startled, the blond swagger immediately pulled out his wand. Jimmy raised an eyebrow and said in a dramatic tone, "What did I do to make you so disrespectful to me?"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you!" Malfoy said confidently when he saw Crabbe and Goyle also take out their wands.

"Oh, whatever you want."

Jimmy had no idea what Malfoy was thinking. He'd only startled him; did he have to react so strongly? "I just wanted to say, do you want to beat Harry?"

“Defeat, Potter?” Malfoy slowly lowered his wand, asking nervously yet expectantly, “You mean…”

Jimmy smiled and nodded, looking at him with an expression that suggested he was a promising student. "That's right, just as you think. I'll give you special training!"

"Special training?" Malfoy's high hopes crumbled instantly. "Is special training all you can do? Don't you have any other way to help me defeat Potter?"

Jimmy, with a "take it or leave it" expression, said, "Two choices: one, I'll give you special training, and you'll have an 80% chance of defeating Harry. Two, I'll give you special training, and at the same time, I'll make the rules more favorable to you, and you'll have a 90% chance of defeating Harry."

"Can't you guarantee I'll win?" Malfoy was dissatisfied with both options. After thinking for a moment, he held up five fingers. "If you can help me defeat Bot, I'll give you 50 Galleons!"

Jimmy was overjoyed upon hearing the amount!

However, he still maintained a certain bottom line, and he would charge admission fees at night, as Malfoy and Harry's fight might be too fake and would be easily noticed.

"My two methods will allow you to defeat Harry fair and square. Do you lack confidence to the point of resorting to cheating? Did the Malfoy family only join the ranks of the Holy Twenty-Eight by deceiving and cheating?"

The cunning Blaine!

Malfoy admits he wavered, but isn't the spirit of Slytherin all about ambition and ruthlessness?

What's wrong with me using some tricks?

Jimmy, knowing Malfoy's personality well, changed the subject and analyzed, "Why are you worried about losing? Harry has lived in the Muggle world his whole life, he doesn't know a single evil curse, he's probably learning it in some classroom somewhere. As long as you give me 50 Galleons, even if he's as stupid as your two lackeys, I'm confident I can guarantee a win rate of over 50%. Don't worry, if you lose, I'll refund half the money!"

Jimmy was very eloquent, and Malfoy was so tempted that he eventually took out the 50 Galleons.

The temptation to defeat the savior was too great for him; he simply couldn't resist.

"OK! Wait for me at the usual place. I need to go see Hagrid first..." Jimmy received the money, suppressed the smirk on his face, and sent Malfoy away for the time being.

He rushed to Hagrid's hut and pounded on the door frantically. Hagrid asked who was outside while opening the wooden door.

"No time to explain, Hagrid, where's the rocket?"

Hagrid scratched his head and stepped aside, saying, "The little guy is on the sofa."

Jimmy rushed into the cabin, hoisted Rocket, who was munching on a rock bread, and turned to leave. "Thanks, Hagrid. I'll need your help taking care of Rocket tomorrow."

"well……"

Hagrid's voice was left far behind as Jimmy, carrying the raccoon, arrived at the abandoned classroom where he often met Malfoy.

Malfoy, who was waiting in the classroom, sat on an old table and tapped his wand on the surface like a drumstick. When he saw him return, he jumped off the table and asked, "Hurry up and start Blaine. Tell me how to defeat Bot."

"To correct you, it's training! I'll make sure the rules only allow the use of spells with low damage." Jimmy dropped the rocket and then began giving Malfoy basic training.

He had only figured out some quick spellcasting methods and dodging techniques. Anyway, spell battles often resembled gunfights, where accurate shooting and quick dodging were the keys to victory.

Malfoy thought this made a lot of sense because he and Jimmy had practiced it out.

The two men attacked almost simultaneously as Rocket swung his claws.

Jimmy not only dodged the curse, but also struck himself, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Because of Malfoy's limited skill, he naturally didn't know the Stunning Curse or the Petrifying Curse, and he only knew five evil curses.

The Dance Steps Spell, the Bat Spirit Spell, the Knot Spell, the Grinding Spell, and a leg-locking spell that I'm not very proficient at using.

The Dance Spell makes a person's legs dance uncontrollably, the Leg Lock Spell makes a person's legs close together and unable to separate, and the Bat Spirit Spell makes bats crawl out of a person's nostrils.

The "pimple curse" refers to pimples that ooze pus on a person's face, while the "grind curse" makes someone feel like they are being tickled in the armpits and laugh uncontrollably.

The most lethal of these is the Knot Curse, so Malfoy needs to learn more flexible fighting methods. He should first hit the opponent with the Dance Curse or Leg Lock Curse, and then continuously release the Knot Curse to defeat the opponent. He should focus on dodging until he finds a suitable opportunity.

If Malfoy can master dodging, he's already halfway to victory, since his opponent isn't a dueling master like Professor Flitwick.

"You'll need to use more spells. Some spells can work even without causing damage. When dodging, it's best to bend down to block the wand's attack." He earned the 50 Galleons Jimmy without a second thought. "The Illumination Charm can blind people, and the Cleansing Charm can make them spit out bubbles. Remember that."

After saying that, he left the abandoned classroom to look for George and Fred, who were found in an abandoned classroom.

Hogwarts is very large, but less than 50% of the rooms are used, and there are many abandoned classrooms.

Besides George and Fred, Harry and Ron were also in the classroom. They were also doing special training. After all, Harry didn't know a single bad curse yet. At least before the battle, he needed to learn a bad curse, such as the petrification curse or the stun curse.

"Jimmy, could you help Harry with the duel tonight?" Ron's eyes lit up when he saw Jimmy. "You must have a way, right?"

He was fearless when he challenged Malfoy to a duel, but when it came to actually fighting Malfoy, he was afraid of losing and being ridiculed by Malfoy ever since.

Harry looked at Jimmy expectantly, though he wasn't very confident, since he had only just learned the simplest Scratches Charm, for which Ron's pet rat Scratches had suffered quite a bit.

“How could you think that way, Harry?” Jimmy looked at Ron with a pained expression, as if he had uttered something outrageous. “Is the spirit of Gryffindor to win by cheating?”

Ron was speechless, bowing his head under the banner of Gryffindor's spirit, not daring to refute.

Chapter 32 Ticket Sales

“But I just passed by an abandoned classroom and saw Malfoy training there too.” Jimmy abruptly changed the subject, “I saw them practicing a spell that makes people dance and unable to separate their legs.”

“Dance Steps Spell,” George uttered the first spell.

Fred uttered the second one, "Leg-Locking Curse."

The two men exchanged a glance and said to Harry in unison, "You're in trouble."

“If you get hit by Malfoy, you’ll be stuck in place and unable to move,” Ron stated a pessimistic fact: with less than five hours left, Harry couldn’t possibly learn any more spells.

Jimmy chuckled and said, “I can make your fight a little fairer by adjusting the rules. Harry can win even with just one spell. The way to win is to dodge Malfoy’s attacks while hitting him with a spell.”

Harry's expression improved after hearing this, and he went to practice the Evasion Spell with Ron.

If you teach both of them at the same time, the duel that follows will be even more exciting!

Jimmy and George Fred went to the corner and explained their plan. The two patted their chests and pulled out their ancestral treasure, the legendary Marauder's Map!

The three of them spent a long time comparing maps before deciding on their actions and evacuation routes for the night, after which they split up to carry out their plans.

George and Fred went to inform the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students. Jimmy had the most important task: he was to go to the Slytherin common room to sell tickets.

This ticket can't be sold casually. There are bound to be all sorts of people in Slytherin who enjoy deliberately causing trouble and destruction. They might send Filch or the professor a little note.

Jimmy's solution was to send Filch 100 small notes before they did, each with an address and a confusing plan written on it, leaving Filch unable to figure it out.

The underground classroom was no longer a suitable duel venue, so he chose to start the duel directly in the dining hall, where there was enough space to accommodate all the young wizards.