There were more than twenty students sitting on the temporary space, scattered on the grass in groups of three or three, and the professors barely reached thirty people.

They stared at the two figures in the center, shooting spells from each other.

"Cedric, come on!" Roger Davis shouted loudly.

"Victor, come on!"

Cedric dodged a spell, "Armor protects!" He held up a magic barrier and took a breath. The spell on the opposite side flew over like a sharp sword, knocking the barrier to a thump.

The boy named "Grevis" had delicate short black hair and grinned, looking sure to win.

"Be careful, Victor!"

Victor Grevis was startled, and two slender streams of water were winding down, passing through grass and soil, and flowing in the direction of his feet.

He raised his wand and wanted to do something. At this time, Cedric rushed out suddenly, and a red light flew out of the tip of the wand. Graves hurriedly turned around to protect himself, but the spell did not hit him at all.

The water flow on the ground suddenly exploded, and a large piece of hot water mist steamed from the grass, sweeping Cedric and Grevis into it, and the figures of the two appeared faintly.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It seemed as if it had been a long time before Cedric recited a spell to the ears of the people around him.

In the mist, Cedric whispered a super-sensory spell on himself, raising his five senses, and trying his best to capture the hazy shadow.

The people around him held their breath, and even Draco and the other two who had just walked over stopped seven or eight feet away, staring at the fog intently.

quick!

It's really too fast!

Everything happened within seven or eight seconds, and many people didn't react.

Flivie praised: "Excellent, Cedric has laid a trap."

Felix nodded: "He looks like he is ready."

"Yes, he asked me a few spells...I already thought about what he would do next." Flivie said expectantly.

The water mist became thicker. Not only the water mist, but a large cloud of white smoke quickly spread, blocking the space within a radius of thirty or forty feet, like a goblet covering it upside down, covering everything inside tightly.

The arc of the spell was like lightning, suddenly lit up a cloud, and the onlookers retreated one after another.

"It seems that Cedric plans to use thick fog as a battlefield. This should be prepared for some huge animals. Whether it is fighting or withdrawing, it is very convenient... I didn't expect that it will be effective for wizards."

Felix thought for a while, "He actually needs to strengthen the two parts to cut off the opponent's sight as much as possible, turn them into blind people. And increase his own detection methods as much as possible, and it would be better if he could ignore the smoke."

"He has a good ability to transfer talismans," Moody said.

As they spoke, the clouds surging violently, and layers of black stretched out from one point. It was like ugly mold growing on white spores, which spread rapidly, accompanied by a pungent smell of gasoline.

"Is Cedric doing it?"

"No, that's black magic."

Frivi waved his wand in front of his eyes, and the mist automatically separated from both sides to avoid them.

Half a minute later, two figures rushed out, coughing violently, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes, and the part of their eyes was smoked red.

"Cough and relieve."

Felix pointed at Cedric, his expression soothed immediately.

The student on the other side also calmed down. The two of them stepped forward and shook hands, their eyes were red.

Professor Wilkinson of Ifamoni said loudly: "Good doing, kids, you all act very well... Wait, where did these students come from?"

Felix and Flivie had already discovered Harry and the others, but they didn't say anything. Moody, who was beside him, said in a deep voice: "I told you, Professor Wilkinson, they are the ones who are not old enough..."

In the crowd, Byers looked at Neville in surprise. There were many people here who were friends he made in Gryffindor. He asked about the grade that except for the twins, the rest were basically fourth-grade students.

Wilkinson looked at Harry and the others with suspicious eyes, and Harry tried his best to straighten his body and make himself look taller. "What about this little girl?" he pointed at Astoria and asked, "She passed your selection, too?"

"Although it's surprising, but... yes," Felix said shrugging. "She's only in the second grade this year. Because she's too young and doesn't participate in training, the rest of the people are receiving the same treatment at Hogwarts, just like the sixth and seventh grade preparation warriors."

"Well, as long as they don't scream." Wilkinson reluctantly agreed, no longer having any objections. The group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"The luckiest thing is that Professor McGonagall is not here, she left halfway." Fred said with his eyes squeezed.

George gave a thumbs up.

In the next few minutes, a group of professors commented on the battle just now, especially the part of the black magic. When it was Felix's turn, he reminded the students of Hogwarts: "Don't forget that some of you know how to illuminate, it can break the fog of magic..."

Collins stared at him. She did not choose the ancient magic literature class, so she was naturally not a member of the magic literature club. In this regard, she was not as good as Astoria, because in order to appease the little girl, Dumbledore agreed to her request to enter the magic literature club very leniently.

Next, the students took turns to play, and each duel ended quickly.

It wasn't the kind of quick Harry came into contact with in duel class. He thought for a long time before he came up with a reliable word.

Rhythm.

The offensive rhythm of both sides was very smooth, which he could not experience in duel classes before, and he had only had a similar experience with Sirius or classroom 7.

As for the summer special training in the second grade, he was beaten throughout the whole process and had no pleasant experience at all.

An hour later, each senior student rotated.

Felix looked at Harry and the others at him, smiled slightly, and said to Wilkinson: "Professor Wilkinson, why not let these lower-grade students come on the field?"

"no problem."

Wilkinson nodded in agreement, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Although the Hogwarts professors praised these students, he thought it was an exaggeration. They were several years younger than the real Warrior candidates, and the age gap was not so easy to break.

And he specifically asked that most of the people here failed the OWLs exam.

Ifamoni also had a similar exam, so he naturally knew what kind of transformation the students who had experienced this year would undergo.

"You guys go up and have fun! Don't use black magic." Professor Wilkinson said to Ifamoni's students, and then he sat lazily on the grass, took out a bottle of wine from his cloak, and drank himself a sip.

Yuria and Bethni looked at each other helplessly, Yuria said, "Byers, go."

Byers nodded in agreement.

He stood in the center, grinning, making Harry and the others rush to move.

"Navi, let's give it a try." Byers took the initiative to send an invitation.

Neville was stunned for a moment, walked to the center of the venue, and whispered: "I'm not awesome."

"It's okay." Byers said with a smile. It was just a friendly match anyway, and it was just a change of mood.

However, the fact surprised him. Neville mastered various basic mantras, especially the coma and iron armor mantras, and did not make any sound when performing these two mantras.

Silent spell!

Neville's pace was a bit dull, and he only took a few steps back and forth. Byers got used to it for a while and found the rule, but this dull pace seemed to have been tested and tried for a long time, and he felt that he had faced a rock.

Neville didn't take the initiative to attack, and usually asked Byers to chant the spell. Neville casts the iron armor curse, then bypasses a few steps and always keeps facing each other. During the gap between the spells of Byers, Neville took the time to shoot out several coma curses, sometimes it was an obstacle curse and a disarming curse.

His face was tight and looked very similar to his duel style.

Flivi murmured: "This pace is not within the scope of school duel teaching. Although it seems simple, it requires a lot of practice. Every small action has a unique purpose."

Moody held the crutch and said in a deep voice: "I think this style has been seen somewhere, I have an impression."

"It should be taught by Frank Longbottom," said Felix.

"So that's it..." Frivey exclaimed: "His father was an excellent Auror. He should have tailored this pace for Neville, which is very consistent with his own personality."

"Well, very resilient pace." Felix commented.

On the field, Byers was a little anxious. Although he was a friend, he was a candidate for the Warriors. He increased the output of his magic power, and the spell lit up bright arcs.

But Neville has always been like a stubborn stone, facing his attack. He was still silently chanting something in his mouth, "As steady as a stubborn stone, as light as flying feathers, as steady as water in the pool, as moving as spring thunder..." He suddenly jumped out boldly, shook out a red light, and then hid himself again.

The magic barrier in front of him was shattered six or seven times, but he pulled it back up every time.

Yuria fell into deep thought, Wilkinson's wine seemed to lose its appeal, Bethni looked anxiously at her brother's hard battle, and asked in confusion: "What's going on? Why can't Byers break through the child's defense?"

"Byers did not use a spell that was highly lethal. There is also..." Wilkinson said hesitantly: "The child's pace is good and very good. The iron armor spell is used so well. All his tactics revolve around this spell. I saw at least thirteen or fourteen techniques, each of which is very targeted." He gave himself a sip of wine, laughed twice, and then observed intently.

"This is also a test for Byers, and he should learn to use his brain."

After more than ten minutes of stalemate, Byers finally found the key to breaking the deadlock, and clusters of bright flames flew out from the tip of his staff, condensed into a vague bird, and rushed towards Neville.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Neville urgently set up a second iron armor spell for himself, blocking the flames firmly.

"Wow!" Ron looked at Neville in surprise, his impression of Neville seemed to have been reshaped.

The big flame bird broke through the first barrier, and then hit the second iron armor curse firmly, almost knocking itself apart. But Byers waved his wand repeatedly, and the big flame bird condensed again, and this time he bypassed the front and flew around from the side.

Neville simply gave in.

"You can hold on for a while." Byers walked over and shook hands with him solemnly.

Neville shook his head, "You have found the flaw," and he touched his head silly, "Actually, Dad has formulated a tactic for me, but I can't use it now."

"Okay, it looks like you have a good dad." Byers said helplessly.

Next, the Ifamoni students became serious. They suddenly realized that these students, who were on average two or three years younger than them, were not that easy to deal with. They took turns to play and took the initiative to select opponents. At the same time, they followed Professor Wilkinson's orders and Byles's practice, and did not use black magic and powerful spells. But with the magic and casting skills that were more than a little higher, it quickly made Susan Bones, Emilche, and Shabini lose one after another, which made the Ifamoni students feel relieved, as if these people are not all masters like Neville.

Draco's performance was also quite good, fighting with a witch of Ifamoni. The powerful spell he used in the third-grade duel competition almost made contributions, but the serious Ifamoni student is worthy of being a carefully selected preparatory warrior. He can choose any one of them as a novice Auror.

If you change the position and let these students from Hogwarts take the initiative to attack, Ifamoni's students will consume their magic power.
To be continued...