I Would Call You the Strongest at Hogwarts!

Harry and Ron stood facing off, and a moment of silence fell.

After a long silence, Ron finally uttered a sentence softly, his face filled with desolation.

"Looks like it's either you or me today. Harry, watch out!"

"Has it really come to this?"

Harry shook his head and took out his wand.

The two raised their hands simultaneously, pointed their wands at each other, and shouted loudly.

"Expelliarmus!"

Despite their loud shouts, no Spells light appeared on either of their wands.

They stared intently at each other, gritting their teeth, gripping their wands tightly, and shuffling around as if engaged in a fierce battle of wits.

The crowd in the stands erupted in commotion, and the students stared intently at the two of them.

I never expected that the two of them would show such ruthlessness!

Are Potter and Weasley really that heartless?

Looks like coming today was definitely the right decision!

After watching for a while, someone suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Wait a minute, why don't I see Spells light?"

"Yes, what exactly happened? Could it be because we're too far away?" someone guessed.

The professors in the stands all had strange expressions.

They all realized something was wrong.

Harry and Ron glanced cautiously at the stands.

"Nobody should have noticed, right?" Ron asked in a low voice. "Shall we continue?"

"Continue," Harry replied.

They both suddenly raised their hands and threw their wands, as if they were using Disarming Charm to take each other down with them.

Because he was worried about his new wand, Ron deliberately avoided the stones and threw it onto the grass.

"Harry, I didn't expect you to use the Disarming Charm so well!"

"I would call you the strongest at Hogwarts!" Ron said with admiration.

"Ron, you're not bad either, as expected of Weasley!" Harry complimented him in a very cooperative manner.

"No, no."

"Same to you."

The two exchanged a round of mutual promotion, then looked at each other with serious expressions.

The students on stage were somewhat confused.

"Why aren't they going to pick up the wand?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, blinked simultaneously, and then charged at each other.

Lee Jordan thought they were about to have another close-quarters brawl like Neville and Malfoy, and passionately commented on it.

"Looks like they've gotten desperate and are ready to throw away their wands and engage in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat!"

"They've started charging!"

"It's really..." Lee Jordan's voice suddenly faltered, "I don't know what to say..."

"Now we can see... Weasley slowly sprinting towards Potter, and Potter slowly shuffling over as well."

They rushed towards each other!

Lee Jordan's voice became excited again, anticipating their next move.

"They threw a punch! They threw a punch!"

"Uh... their reach wasn't long enough, they couldn't hit each other."

Lee Jordan scratched his head awkwardly and simply put the magic microphone down.

What else is there to explain?

Isn't this match-fixing? You can see for yourselves.

Harry and Ron, who were inside the arena, stared at each other in disbelief.

They hadn't calculated the distance correctly; they only realized they couldn't touch each other when they threw their punches.

The two stretched out their arms, fists aimed at each other's cheeks, but neither could reach the other, and they stood there awkwardly, frozen in place.

Ron winked at Harry, then hopped forward with a push of his feet.

That's enough distance now.

After pressing his face against Harry's fist, Ron then pressed his fist against Harry's face.

Their fists gently smacked each other's cheeks, Transfiguration.

"Wow! So strong!"

"Ouch! That hurts so much!"

Harry and Ron yelled and resumed their performance.

Harry stumbled backward, finally collapsing limply to the ground, looking as if he could no longer get up.

As for Ron, he simply lay down on the ground and rolled backward several times.

It's probably pretending to fly out.

This time, the students and professors in the stands fell silent.

What are you doing? What's going on here?

Are they putting on an act for us?

Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall looked away, as if they couldn't bear to watch.

"Haha..." Even Lockhart gaped, chuckled awkwardly, and whispered, "They're working pretty hard..."

Snape glanced at Harry, then closed his eyes in despair, thinking, "How could Lily have given birth to such a thing?"

"Isn't he his biological son?" Snape couldn't help but think. "That bastard Potter... he's totally capable of doing that!"

But those eyes...

Snape's mind went blank.

George and Fred in the stands were practically laughing their heads off.

"Hahahaha... How come I never realized Harry had such a fun side!" George slapped his thigh, laughing uncontrollably.

"Ron did a great job too, hahaha..."

Fred couldn't suppress his laughter and burst into a hearty laugh.

They fiddled with the Pighead Phonograph for a while, making it clap wildly and shout, "Well done, Ron! Great job, Harry!"

The students in the stands all glanced at George and Fred, speechless.

Ron lay on the grass, glanced at the stands, scratched his butt, and whispered to Harry.

"It looks like it's working well, are you coming again?"

"Again." Harry swayed as he stood up.

The two met again on a narrow path.

The cold evening wind howled past them, tugging at the hem of their robes.

The two men, like warriors giving their all, walked towards each other and continued their passionate exchange.

Lee Jordan gave a listless commentary.

Potter punched Weasley... Weasley punched Potter in return...

Potter punched Weasley again, and Weasley punched Potter again...

"..."

They both fell down at the same time...

Harry and Ron both fell to the ground, the evening glow falling on them like a golden flag.

If we ignore the fact that they deliberately threw the match, this scene can be seen as a tragic hero fighting valiantly, only to await his death.

It's so moving it brings tears to your eyes; it's truly a moving and tragic story.

Ron raised his hands to Neville and Michael Corner, slowly clenching them into fists.

"I have completed my mission in battle; the rest is up to you..."

After uttering a poignant line, Ron, as if possessed, lowered his hand, tilted his head, and began to sleep.

Harry is just like him.

The stands were completely silent for a moment, then erupted in an unprecedented roar.

"What are you doing! What are you doing?!"

"Can't you guys be serious for once?!"

"Quiet! Don't make a sound!" Lee Jordan shouted hoarsely through the magic microphone, trying to control the atmosphere. "Uh... the previous two battles were very..."

Lee Jordan used all his strength to control his mouth.

"Uh... that was fantastic..."

After uttering the last word, he slumped against the railing as if completely exhausted, saying weakly, "Longbottom is dealing with Malfoy, and Potter and Weasley have collapsed from exhaustion."

"There are still two players on the field who haven't made a move yet."

"Hopefully they can bring some different changes to this game."