Upon contact with the magic wand, the toy models seemed to awaken from their slumber, starting to run around, with wisps of white smoke rising from their heads, forming their names.
Harry's model is named Buck, probably inspired by Buckbeak.
Ron's model is named Scabbers, which is obviously a result of his love for Scabbers.
The Hippogriff model Buck deftly flapped its wings, emitting a low whistling sound as it ran across the table.
Murtlap, with its small eyes Scabbers, scratched at the table with its four short limbs, its long whiskers twitching rapidly.
After noticing each other, the two models paused for a moment, then slowly approached and touched each other before quickly creating distance.
It was almost like a duel salute.
The audience, who had just been greatly disappointed, widened their eyes in surprise when they saw the two lifelike models of Magical Creatures.
Wasn't it supposed to be a game?
Why does this look like a duel?
The remaining audience members became even more interested, some even glad they hadn't left.
The audience members who hadn't gone far were drawn back, but the good spots had already been taken, so they could only stand regretfully at the edge, craning their necks to look inside.
"Hey, George, and Fred, did you guys make this? What is this?" A curious student couldn't help but turn around and ask.
George and Fred exchanged a glance, then chuckled and said, "This is our latest invention!"
"Simply put, it's a model battle game," George said, pointing to two models on the table. "Players can control models of Magical Creatures to fight, back and forth, just like playing chess."
"Or rather, playing cards," Fred added.
"Since it's a card game, how do you play against each other?" someone asked curiously.
"You'll find out soon enough." George and Fred smiled mysteriously, not finishing their sentence.
The students were intrigued and turned to look at the two small models on the table.
Harry and Ron each took out a stack of cards and put them into a box on the side.
"This box is a card drawer. It's divided into two sections so you won't get mixed up. Both players need to put in their own decks to start the game," George explained, seizing the opportunity. "Of course, the number of decks that can be put in is limited."
"You can only select a few cards of each type, so building your own deck based on the model is very important."
A Gryffindor student standing next to them curled his lip in disdain.
"What's the point of this? It's far inferior to Wizard's Chess; that's a game for sages."
"Lanston, if you don't want to watch, get lost, or I'll kiss your ass with my boots." Fred said it lightly, but his expression was very serious.
"Snort!"
Lanston, whose family runs a Wizard's Chess business, snorted coldly, his aura extremely arrogant, but his body obediently changed positions quickly.
"Look, they're about to start!" a student watching intently reminded them.
Everyone turned to look at the model on the table.
Harry and Ron used a Knut to guess heads or tails, Ron got the first turn.
"My turn, draw!" Ron shouted, waving his hand with great enthusiasm.
He really has a talent for this kind of game; he grasped the essence of it so quickly.
The card drawer instantly spat out five cards at Ron, which floated silently in front of him, each card having the same pattern engraved on its back.
The audience felt a little embarrassed when Ron called for the cards to be drawn, but also inexplicably felt a surge of excitement.
If I don't shout it out, it just feels like something's missing...
Ron drew five basic attack and defense cards, each costing only one action point, which meant he could play three cards.
Ron gently swept his wand across the three cards in front of him and chose two attack cards and one defense card.
Upon receiving the order, Murtlap Scabbers immediately sprang into action, rushing towards Buck the Hippogriff and scratching and biting him twice.
Buck let out a hiss, and the light emanating from his body dimmed slightly.
After Murtlap returned to its original position, a small, semi-transparent shield appeared on its body, indicating that its defense had been increased.
Now it's Harry's turn.
"My turn, draw!" Harry seemed to be caught up in the atmosphere and shouted, mimicking Ron.
Five cards flew out of the card drawer in an instant.
He drew a Spells card and a few basic cards this time.
"Incendio!" Harry played a Spells card without hesitation, consuming 2 action points.
Finally, he used this point in defense.
Buck reared up on his forelegs, let out a sharp screech, and spewed a stream of fire from his mouth, charging straight at Murtlap.
Flames engulfed the Murtlap. The defensive card from the previous round had mitigated some of the damage, but it still scorched its entire body black.
Wow!
The surrounding students were stunned. Hippogriff fire?!
"This is so incongruous," one student muttered, amused.
His companion, however, seemed quite interested. "Even though it doesn't match up, don't you think it's cool?"
"That's true, it's just a game after all."
Many students were startled by the fire- Hippogriff, but quickly accepted it.
The most important thing about a game is that it's fun.
"Potter's model seems to be more powerful. Was that intentionally designed?" Someone noticed the anomaly and turned to ask George and Fred.
"That's right," George nodded. "The model that Harry used is even rarer, and that command card is even stronger. Ron is in big trouble now."
"My turn, draw!" Ron was completely absorbed in the battle.
This time, he drew a two-cost (meaning it costs two action points) card called "Stupefy," and the rest were basic one-cost cards.
Great cards!
"I never imagined we'd come to this. Harry, have you forgotten everything that happened?" Ron sighed sadly.
George and Fred grinned. "Ron, we asked you to set the stage and attract some attention, why did you go overboard like this?!"
The students around him ignored Ron's self-indulgent antics and waited quietly for his next move.
Ron tapped the command card in front of him with his wand, first using an attack card, then a "Stupefy.
The Hippogriff model instantly slumped onto the table, rendered incapable of movement, due to the "Stupefy" effect.
"It's still my turn, draw a card!" Ron said smugly.
The surrounding students gasped in surprise and began to whisper among themselves.
"Does this card allow the opponent to skip their turn?"
"Didn't Potter add a layer of defense at the beginning? Why didn't it work?"
"It's probably because that basic card can only defend against basic attacks, not Spells effects," someone speculated.
George and Fred exchanged a knowing smile.
The effect is good.
But the best is yet to come.
The Hippogriff model had been attacked twice in a row, and its light had dimmed considerably, making it look extremely vulnerable.
The surrounding audience held their breath for Harry, and more and more people gathered around.
Lanston still looked disdainful, but his feet were rooted to the ground like nails, and no one could budge him.
Those who were blocked outside were impatiently jumping around, craning their necks to look inside.
"Duel? What duel?"
The commentator, Lee Jordan, rushed over, waving his hands and jumping around in the back of the crowd, but saw nothing but the students' heads.
"Let me see, let me see! I'm a commentator, how boring would the game be without me!" Lee Jordan strained his neck to squeeze in.
Short Colin, with a camera slung around his neck, also weaved through the crowd, trying to take a picture of Harry.
After tireless efforts, Lee Jordan finally managed to squeeze into the crowd, but unfortunately, the battle was already over.
"Weasley did his best; there is indeed a significant difference between the two models," a student said, shaking his head.
Others were analyzing the situation. "Potter was lucky at the end, otherwise Weasley would have had a chance."
I really want to try it myself.
Lanston retorted, "This is utterly pointless; it can't compare to Wizard's Chess at all."
"Shut your stinking mouth, Lanston! Nobody here plays your Wizard's Chess." The students who had been watching the game the whole time were annoyed.
"That's right, you're not welcome here!"
"Mr. Lanston, no one here is belittling your family's Wizard's Chess, so there's no need for you to say such hurtful things," a tall student chimed in.
This student is about 17 years old and very handsome.
Most of the students in the area knew him.
"Well said, Cedric!"
"Lanston, we don't need you to teach us what's fun," someone chimed in.
George and Fred saw Cedric and nodded somewhat awkwardly to him in thanks.
They were opponents on the Quidditch team, and George and Fred felt somewhat awkward facing him.
Lanston's face changed color like a chameleon, turning red and white in turn, before finally letting out a cold snort and leaving through gritted teeth.
Then, someone nudged him with their elbow, causing him to gasp in pain.
Before Lanston could turn around, the crowd surged forward, bumping into him arm to arm and shoulder to shoulder, pushing him out like a jelly.
"You bunch of brutes!" Lanston cursed under his breath, but when he saw someone glaring at him, he quickly shut his mouth and slunk away.
"Will you sell your models?" Cedric asked George and Fred with a gentle smile and interest.