Professor Flitwick also nodded in agreement.
"Hmm… hasn't it always been?" Howl pondered for a moment and said.
Snape's face grew even sourer…
Professor McGonagall, however, was beaming with smiles; as the first group in the finals, Gryffindor had already secured two spots in the top three, which was simply perfect.
Pomona also relaxed and poured tea for the Professor next to her; Hufflepuff also had a child enter the top three!
As for Ravenclaw and Slytherin, whose Deans served as Duelling Club Professors…
But soon, Professor McGonagall's smile vanished, and one could even say… she was very embarrassed!
The first match of the finals began.
The Weasley brothers waved to the surroundings, marching into the arena.
Then, after the arena was selected, they started—rock-paper-scissors!
"I won!"
"No, best two out of three!!"
"Didn't say that at first, alright, alright, who told me I'm the older brother."
"Nice, I won, you go surrender… no, yield!"
"No, best three out of five, I just gave you best two out of three, now you should give me a chance too!"
"Who's the older brother?"
"Alright, you are! Best three out of five!"
… …
However, not everyone was paying attention to today's match.
For example, Harry, who was carefully making the final repairs to Hagrid's wand.
He used the sap of a knobbly tree mixed with sawdust as a repair filler, and now he had almost perfectly repaired the outer layer of the wand, and was now carefully engraving the magical circuit.
The more he researched, the more deeply Harry understood the sentence on the title page of the wand book.
"This is a wonderful study of a Wizard's third hand!"
Every few minutes, he had to take off his glasses to rest his eyes; this allowed for no mistakes.
As the sun gradually set, the last magical circuit was engraved.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Coming to the next classroom, Draco wasn't there, having run off somewhere unknown.
Then, he raised Hagrid's wand and aimed it at Draco's training dummy.
Just then, Draco walked in, saw Harry, and immediately said with a laugh: "Oh, you're out, I tell you, I just went to scout the enemy!"
"Enemy?!"
"Longbottom! You'd never imagine, that guy is actually practicing Lumos all the time now." Draco said, "I don't know what's so good about practicing that, does he want to kill someone with Lumos?"
"Are you sure it's Lumos?"
"I don't know, I was eavesdropping from outside, he kept practicing, very fast," Draco explained.
"Then you need to be careful," Harry smiled.
"What do you mean?" Draco was a bit confused.
"It's very likely he's practicing casting speed," Harry explained, then coincidentally raised Hagrid's wand.
"Listen if it's a sound like this, constantly forcing himself to speed up the incantation."
"Lumos—"
The next moment, a series of lights flew towards the training dummy, like a string of exploding bombs.
"So what?" Draco opened his mouth; although he was somewhat surprised by Harry's casting speed, it… didn't seem to be very useful.
Just Lumos.
"Speed, accuracy! This is a hand-eye-mind coordination issue; during training, Lumos is naturally the most effective," Harry explained, then waved his wand again.
"Watch closely, five balls of fire!"
After speaking, Harry waved his wand again, and five balls of flame quickly flew from the wand tip.
The dummy's head and limbs precisely ignited with flames, quickly emitting thick smoke and becoming charred.
"This…" Draco felt a bit toothache; he thought about these five balls of fire, and at his own speed, he definitely wouldn't be able to dodge them.
"Damn it!!" He cursed under his breath and continued his practice.
Harry moved aside for him, not paying much attention, just carefully feeling the wand.
It didn't quite suit him; perhaps how well it was truly repaired still needed Hagrid to experience it himself.
By the way, he also needed to find an uninhabited spot in the Forbidden Forest.
To hide his Animagus Potion.
Only three days remained until the end of the month.
After that, it would be time to find that retired Hit Wizards from Azkaban.
In the evening, Harry arrived at Hagrid's cabin.
Upon seeing him, Hagrid warmly invited him inside.
"It's still a bit cold on a spring evening, isn't it? Look, why are you wearing so little?" Hagrid draped the somewhat greasy Unicorn blanket over him.
"Haven't eaten yet, have you? I'm just making soup." He walked to a large cauldron and ladled out thick broth.
"Oh no, Hagrid, I've eaten, thank you." Harry quickly refused, then stated his purpose: "I'm here for this, the wand!"
Saying this, Harry took out the large wand.
Seeing this, Hagrid quickly put down his large bowl and came over to carefully pick it up.
"Great, Harry!" he exclaimed, "Can I try it?"
"Uh… of course." Harry nodded, then uncertainly looked around, the old sofa… the windows that looked like they would fall apart with a gust of wind,
"Uh… Hagrid, why don't we try it outside? I'm not entirely sure if I've fixed it."
"Hmm, alright. Let's try it outside." Hagrid nodded in agreement, and came outside with Harry, aiming at the melon patch.
"What spell do you want to try?"
"Spell… I don't know, I used to just… follow my thoughts."
Saying this, Hagrid aimed his wand at the watermelon vines that had just begun to bud.
"Grow, grow quickly!"
The next moment, the vines rapidly grew thicker and stronger, and then… continued to grow thicker and stronger…
"Uh…" Harry had actually never heard this spell before; although there were many similar ones, he really hadn't heard this particular one.
"It worked!" Hagrid exclaimed with joy.
"Did it work?" Harry looked at Hagrid in surprise.
Hagrid laughed heartily: "Although it didn't grow fruit like I thought it would, the watermelons that come from this vine won't be small, right?"
"Alright."
Then, the two tried several more spells, and these melon vines suffered greatly.
Hagrid wanted to try growing a watermelon again, but halfway through, the watermelon suddenly exploded, splattering a puddle of foul-smelling water.
Then Hagrid set his sights on his hoe, wanting it to automatically till the ground for him, but the hoe flew up and ran off into the Forbidden Forest on its own.
Finally, he was very satisfied—Harry didn't even know what Hagrid was satisfied about!
Hagrid, who was very satisfied, even set his sights on Fang!
Only after Harry's repeated persuasion did he finally give up that idea.
Fang now had one paw resting on Harry, trembling all over.
As night fell, Harry, after subtly asking Hagrid about the territorial divisions of the Forbidden Forest, put on his Invisibility Cloak and snuck inside.
After walking for about twenty minutes, he reached Norbert's territory.
The Little Dragon was very happy to see him, rushing over with its Fangs and large mouth open, its head pushing against him with its large horn.
After comforting the little fellow for a good while, he began his important task.
Led by the little fellow, Harry quickly chose a good spot, inside a bear den whose original owner had already become Norbert's meal, and began setting up the array.
To ensure foolproof safety!
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