Felix walked towards Classroom 7 with the candy box, still recalling the question he had just asked Dumbledore.

Neither he nor Dumbledore were easily convinced. It was really not easy to count on using a story to convince them that Sirius was innocent.

Both of them are masters of God-taking and thought-taking. Although they rarely use them normally, they will not hesitate at critical moments.

The difference is that he is not familiar with Sirius and many things are heard from him, so he needs to confirm the problem of brain closure with Dumbledore.

Since Sirius is not good at brain closure, his words are very credible.

...

Felix walked to a secluded corridor, opened the candy box, and the shrinking Sirius sat on the pile of candy, reached out to take out a small piece of the cauldron cake, and asked blankly, "We're here?"

"You don't need to prepare anything yet. You probably don't want to meet Severus, and Harry also has a lookout glass for you to guard against you. All of these need to be solved."

“How to do it?”

Felix didn't speak. He used his magic wand to touch several candies in the box. They transformed into a full-body armor under the action of magic. The style was very similar to the armor in Hogwarts Castle, and even had a closed helmet.

"Get on," he said to Sirius.

"I like your idea." Sirius couldn't wait to put on a new outfit and tentatively move his body. "I feel like I've become a real knight, but I still lack a knight sword."

Felix satisfies his request and uses the licorice wand to transform a knight's sword.

Sirius wore a tightly blocked armor and nimblely waved the sword in his hand. If he ignored that he was only the size of a palm, he really had the style of a medieval classical knight.

"This way it looks like a knight magic puppet, I can introduce you to other professors. Next, I think about how to block the spectator..."

The armor on Sirius began to appear layer by layer of magic glow. Finally, at the position of his helmet's eyes, Felix asked Sirius to choose black or red by himself, and he chose red.

So the knight's eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet smoke, which made him look a little more evil and majestic.

9:40 am.

Felix walked into classroom 7, where there were crowds of people, hundreds of people gathered around a large open space and discussed enthusiastically.

The open space is artificially divided into seven grids, each grid has different terrain and is divided into flat ground, woods, hillsides, rocky beaches, swamps, winding mazes and a small piece of ice surface.

To the east with the best view, there is a high platform with a row of seats on it. Frieve and Snape have arrived. In addition to the two regular professors in duel classes, some professors have come to him. They spontaneously turn out chairs with a little excited expression.

Felix walked to the platform and put the knight as big as a palm on the table. He greeted him enthusiastically, "Philius, Severus... Professor Lupin, are you here too?"

"I'll join in the fun," Lupin said. "I didn't have these new things when I was in school."

Snape said slowly: "But your extracurricular life is also very rich, you can travel around and cause trouble..."

Lupin said tactfully: "Looking back at the young selves, aren't we all ignorant fools?"

Sirius on the table dragged the enclosed armor and moved "crack" and waved his sword fiercely, as if protesting Lupin's statement.

Flivi was planning to change the subject, and his eyes kept searching around him. When he saw the 'Knight', his eyes lit up: "Felix, can your magic puppet move by itself?"

Felix smiled and said, "This is something that happened a long time ago. I tried to let them handle some simple tasks, huh... free my assistant from correcting the assignments. She no longer needs to consolidate these simple knowledge."

"Is it Miss Granger?" Lupin asked, "she is a very smart witch who is excellent in class."

Frive looked at the knight on the table, Sirius' movements were deformed, but this was more like a rusty metal figure.

"Did I see it wrong? I actually saw the embarrassment from its movements..."

Felix took out some magic puppets from the ring and distributed them to the professors, "I tried to make them understand some simple commands. The principle is similar to the magic portrait, but the effect is not good. I need your opinions..."

He quietly grabbed the 'Knight' in his hand, shook it, and met Flivi's puzzled expression, he explained: "This guy is not very smart..."

It was soon ten o'clock, and Percy and Penelo stood in the middle of the clearing. Percy was very excited, and both of his tone were lost. "Gentlemen, ladies, this duel is hosted by the Student Union. I, Percy Weasley, will be responsible for maintaining order in the whole game with Penelo Crivat."

"First, provide the basic information: there are 218 contestants, and they will randomly compete on seven different venues. Seven games will be played at the same time, starting from the first grade."

Penelo Crivat said: "You all know the rules. What I want to say is that the professors will comment on some wonderful duels or speak out to remind them of violations. Please be sure to abide by the rules, especially the use of black magic is strictly prohibited."

She glanced around with great majesty, and Percy cleared her throat next to her, "Yes, that's it."

"If you read the name, go to me to draw lots to choose the terrain. Once the terrain is settled, your opponent will be sure."

The crowd burst into tsunami-like cheers, Harry held the wand nervously, his heart was about to jump out, and blood was rushing freely. But the people around him seemed even more nervous than him, Ron's lips shivered, and Hermione kept muttering words. He took a step closer and heard her quickly reciting the paper on the duel system that had just been completed for the third modification.

Draco Malfoy, opposite Harry, looked paler than usual. His two followers, Crabble and Goll kept swallowing. Goll was choked by his saliva and coughed repeatedly.

Draco frowned and walked to the other side, smiling maliciously as Harry appeared in his sight at least that was what Harry thought, his nervousness surprisingly calmed down.

If he had the chance, he would be happy to give Malfoy a full blooming face.

The competition has officially begun.

The first-grade competition was quite boring. Except for a student who successfully cast a bad curse and was applauding sparsely, most of the people kept holding their faces and chanting curse.

After only three rounds of competition, the finals came, and a cute little girl won the first-grade championship.

Next was the second-grade game. Ginny simply knocked down her opponent with a coma curse, and then won several more victories and successfully won the championship.

"Ginny is already so powerful?" Ron said in surprise.

"Yes, it's not a surprise. She has been following us to participate in group activities," said Harry.

Percy's serious voice came

"The number of people in the third grade is quite large, with fourteen people in the first group, Millison Besder, Simo Fenigan, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass...Brees Shabini, Justin Finlieri, these players are on stage."

Hermione walked up to the front tremblingly and almost tripped by Neville. She moved to the draw and unexpectedly found that the others were performing similarly to her. The student named Shabini was floating under her feet, as if stepping on a ball of cotton.

Hermione got to the rocky beach terrain and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If she picked it up to the ice, she wouldn't be able to hit her. She couldn't even stand steadily.

After fourteen third-year students were in place, Percy dragged his long tone and announced: "The duel begins."

Daphne Greenglass stood opposite Hermione. The two were old rivals, but the previous dispute was limited to magic puppets, and it was the first time that a real person duel was now.

"Give up your weapon!" Hermione shouted loudly, and the text of the duel system paper flashed quickly in her heart. My move was faster. She had to avoid it. Next I would have the advantage...

But things were not as expected. Although Daphne was more than one step slower than her, she still insisted on shouting a spell: "Damn it!"

Hermione watched her disarming spell hit Daphne, her wand came out of her hand and flew towards her, but at the same time, a red spell brushed her hair and flew over to the stone next to her.

Hermione was stunned for a few seconds, subconsciously grabbed the flying wand, and saw her angry face, she realized that she had won, but Hermione didn't realize the joy of victory at all. She couldn't help but lean over and whisper: "Why don't you hide? You should hide..."

Daphne glanced at her, "Why should I hide?"

"But, but" Hermione's mind was full of questions, "Your attack is not as fast as me, as the truth is."

"Whose reason? You use the disarming spell, I use the coma spell, as long as I hit you, I will win."

Hermione also wanted to continue to refute that she was too risky and meaningless in actual combat, but Percy had reminded the students who had finished the game to leave as soon as possible. She glared at Daphne and rushed down angrily.

Back in the Gryffindor Academy crowd, Hermione was still angrily saying, "She is completely gambled for luck. I don't believe she dares to do this in actual combat."

Harry persuaded: "Actually, she makes sense. Normally, she can't beat you. On the contrary, if her strategy succeeds."

He shut his mouth obediently because Hermione looked like a furry lion.

"Next, the second group of people who read the name came forward Draco Malfoy, Simo Fenigan, Ron Weasley, Gregory Goal..."

"We'll watch the game," Harry said, "it's my turn soon."

But the second group still did not have Harry's name, so he could only wait patiently. An accident occurred in this group. A little wizard recited the spell wrongly. A pair of snail tentacles grew on his opponent's head. The little wizard said in a crying voice: "What spell do you want to use?"

Mrs. Pomfrey walked over quickly, and she observed for a moment and said, "You will not recover after at least three hours, child."

The little wizard touched the tentacles on his head, and it didn't seem that bad: "Can I stay here to watch the game, Mrs. Pomfrey? I don't want to go to the school hospital."

Mrs. Pomfrey looked at him wonderingly, "It's OK, but you're not afraid of being ridiculed."

"Then it's OK."

After drinking the potion, the boy returned to his academy excitedly and showed his new headdress to his companions. A burst of marvel and envious eyes burst out around him.

Ron also returned triumphantly, and he said with satisfaction: "Actually, my first spell failed, but I hid behind the stone. Gauer stood foolishly and tied it up to zongzi by my next spell..."

"Next, the third group Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas...Nevil Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Ernie McMillan, Harry Potter."

The duel competition was in full swing. When it was the third grade rematch stage, even the senior students couldn't help but look seriously.

"Who is that little round face? He and Potter are fighting each other."

"I don't know, it seems to pop up all of a sudden."

"It should be Potter's friends, look at how happy they smile."

"I have some impression that I have seen him in Porter's duel study group..."

In the third-grade final, Harry looked at Draco opposite him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to stand here, Malfoy." They scored the woods and more than a dozen ancient trees were scattered around.

Draco grinned: "You should see how I taught that Weasley a lesson, using my new magic."

Harry looked back at Ron, and he sat on the ground in a daze, looking somewhat similar to Luna.

"The game begins" Percy was already a little tired, the voice was Penelo's cold voice.

Harry instinctively took a step toward the side, and a silent disarming spell flew out at the same time. The first spell did not seek power, and he wanted to get the first move. Dracoko then retreated, hiding himself behind a tree that looked very strong, "Potter locked his tongue and sealed his throat!"

Harry quickly jumped away, and the spell was tilted a thousand miles away. He estimated the distance and used the imprisonment spell to counterattack. A rope condensed from magic flew over and wrapped tightly on the trunk. He heard Draco's muffled groan, and just as he was about to step forward, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

He quickly cast an iron armor spell on himself, "Armor protects!" he shouted, an invisible barrier formed in front of him, blocking Draco's carefully prepared spell.

"Ponghammer hits!"
To be continued...