Snape looked constipated; his eyebrows were almost furrowed, and his cheekbones bulged.
He snatched the magic microphone from Lee Jordan's hand and shouted through gritted teeth.
"Potter! Stop attacking your teammates!"
Harry acted as if he hadn't heard him and punched Malfoy again.
What difference does it make who you hit?
Since we're going to fight anyway, let's fight Malfoy.
Harry, with the attitude of "since I'm already here," got back into a fight with Malfoy.
"Potter! We're teammates!"
Malfoy, parrying Harry's punches, shouted angrily, "It's just a missed Spells! I didn't do it on purpose!"
How could you attack your teammate like that?
Harry glared at him angrily, as if he were using Malfoy as a punching bag.
He's been having too many troubles lately, so he might as well use Malfoy as a punching bag.
The three people opposite them looked at each other in bewilderment.
Do we even need to intervene?
George and Fred were no longer in the mood to fiddle with their Pighead Phonograph.
They exchanged a strange look, and George whispered to Fred, "Was this part of the plan we discussed yesterday?"
Fred shook his head. "Was it added at the last minute?"
They both turned to look at Hermione.
Hermione was seen gripping the railings, both angry and nervous, as if she wanted to pull out her wand and rush down to replace Harry.
What are those two up to?
The competition isn't even over yet, how come they've already started fighting amongst themselves?
Lockhart in the stands was laughing so hard he was doubled over, slapping his knees repeatedly.
"Hahaha... Snape... Professor..."
Lockhart pursed his lips, trying to keep his expression normal, but he couldn't suppress the wildly upturned corners of his mouth.
"Professor Snape... do you need my help... hahahaha..."
Lockhart laughed again before he could finish speaking.
Finally, he had to reach out and wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Snape gave him a cold glare and spoke into the magical microphone.
"Prewett, pull those two apart!"
After retrieving his magic microphone, Lee Jordan continued to commentate on the game.
"Now we can see that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have parted ways. It seems they're still a little unsatisfied..."
"Very good, now Malfoy has his wand back."
"The match went very smoothly."
Malfoy, wand in hand, glared fiercely at Harry out of the corner of his eye, forcibly suppressing the urge to cast Spells on him.
This guy doesn't seem like a wizard at all.
Wizard duels should be sacred and elegant; how can they involve throwing punches?
Malfoy was filled with resentment. When he came to his senses, he found Neville standing in front of him.
He said somewhat arrogantly, "Longbottom? I never expected they would send you to deal with me. How foolish."
Malfoy slowly straightened his robes, regaining his aristocratic elegance.
"My mission is to stop you."
Neville gripped his wand tightly, speaking with some nervousness.
"Ha." Malfoy sneered disdainfully, "Stop me? Try to fight me, Malfoy? Do you even have the strength?"
"Today I'm going to teach you what it means that there are differences even among Pure-blood wizard!"
Having said that, Malfoy waved his wand. "Expelliarmus!"
A beam of Spells light shot from the tip of his wand, striking Neville like an arrow.
"Protego!" Neville cast a shield around himself.
This was the first Spells he learned.
I practiced with Silan many times in the Room of Requirement, and I already know it by heart.
Malfoy's Disarming Charm struck Neville and vanished without a trace, causing not a ripple.
Lee Jordan's passionate commentary rang out once again.
"The battle between Longbottom and Malfoy has begun!"
"Both are descendants of the Sacred Twenty-Eight; it's practically a fateful duel!"
"Malfoy's Disarming Charm was swift and powerful, Longbottom used the Shield Charm."
"He blocked it! He blocked it!"
"Completely unharmed!"
Malfoy glanced at the stands with some annoyance, finding Lee Jordan's commentary rather irritating.
Longbottom was just lucky, is there any need to make such a fuss?
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Malfoy waved his wand again and cast a Leg-Locker Curse.
"It's blocked!"
"Longbottom has once again blocked Malfoy's Shield Charm Spells!" Lee Jordan exclaimed dramatically. "My God! I never expected Longbottom to be so powerful!"
The students in the stands also turned to look.
In their memory, Neville Longbottom was always a kind and quiet boy.
He has some talent in Herbology, but his memory isn't very good; he often forgets things.
Professor Flitwick also looked at Neville with surprise.
In his memory, Neville's Charms performance was not good, but he did not expect that Neville would use the Shield Charm so skillfully, with perfect timing and precision.
"It seems Mr. Longbottom has put a lot of effort into this Spells in private," Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile.
"It's blocked again? How is that possible?!"
Malfoy gripped his wand more tightly, somewhat agitated, and took two steps back.
He had initially thought Neville had only managed to block his Spells with the Shield Charm by luck, but the fact that it worked a second time made him a little suspicious.
Malfoy kept a close eye on Neville.
Timidity, nervousness, fear...
These emotions were clearly visible on Neville's face.
But what exactly is supporting him?
Malfoy couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.
He waved his wand, unleashing a series of spells, the Spells light flashing in bursts.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
"Stupefy!"
The stands were completely silent.
Lee Jordan, the commentator, was the first to react, and he went almost crazy. "Blocked! Blocked again!"
"Longbottom's Shield Charm is simply divine."
"Malfoy's Spells cannot harm him in the slightest!"
The students in the stands erupted in an uproar.
At first, they thought Neville was able to break Malfoy's Spells purely by luck. Once or twice might be luck, but what if he could keep doing it?
Several students who knew Neville couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Who exactly taught him the Shield Charm?"
"He's so skilled at it!"
"It's like putting a turtle shell on myself!"
Malfoy was also somewhat exasperated.
"Longbottom! Are you a turtle? Your shell is so hard!"
Although the Spells was broken, Malfoy also noticed that Neville never attacked him.
"It's definitely a non-aggressive Spells!" Malfoy thought to himself with certainty.
This made him feel relieved.
So what if a turtle's shell is hard?
If you can't attack the Spells, you can't be hit, and you'll only be able to passively take hits.
Malfoy suppressed his fear, took two steps toward Neville, and looked at him with his nose in the air.
"Longbottom, come and hit me if you dare!"
Neville pursed his lips and gripped his wand tightly.
Then, without saying a word, he charged toward Malfoy.
"No, you really came?!"
Malfoy watched Neville charge toward him and suddenly realized that, without him noticing, Neville seemed to have grown taller and stronger.
Malfoy felt a chill run down his spine as he watched Neville charge towards him without saying a word.
Malfoy walked toward Longbottom!
"Malfoy provoked Longbottom!"
"Malfoy's provocation worked... Wait! Malfoy turned tail and ran! Longbottom is chasing Malfoy!"
Lee Jordan's passionate commentary provided live updates on the battle between Malfoy and Neville for the spectators in the stands.
"Longbottom cast Leg-Locker Curse on Malfoy!"
"Malfoy has fallen! Oh my god! His wand has slipped from his hand!"
"Malfoy is doomed!"