Felix walked towards classroom seven with the candy box, still thinking about the question he had just asked Dumbledore.

Neither he nor Dumbledore were easily convinced. It was not easy to expect them to believe that Sirius was innocent with just one story.

Both of them were masters of Legilimency. Although they rarely used it, they would not hesitate at the critical moment.

The difference was that he was not familiar with Sirius, and many things were hearsay, so he needed to confirm the issue of Occlumency with Dumbledore.

Since Sirius was not good at Occlumency, his words were very credible.

...

Felix walked to a secluded corridor and opened the candy box. The shrunken Sirius sat on the candy pile. He reached out and took out a small piece of cauldron cake and asked blankly, "Are we here yet?"

"Not yet. We need to make some preparations. You probably don't want to meet Severus, and Harry also carries a sneak peek to protect you. These need to be solved."

"How to do it?"

Felix didn't speak. He touched a few candies in the box with his wand. Under the effect of magic, they transformed into a full-body armor. The style was very similar to the armor in Hogwarts Castle, even with a closed helmet.

"Put it on quickly." He said to Sirius.

"I like your idea." Sirius couldn't wait to change into new clothes for himself, tentatively moving his body, "I feel like I have become a real knight, but I still lack a knight's sword."

Felix met his request and used the licorice wand to transform into a knight's long sword.

Sirius wore a tightly blocked armor and wielded the long sword in his hand deftly. If you ignore that he is only the size of a palm, he really has the demeanor of a medieval classical knight.

"Now it looks like a knight magic puppet. I can introduce you to other professors. Next, I'll think about how to shield the peephole..."

The armor on Sirius began to emit layers of magical glow. Finally, at the position of his helmet's eyes, Felix asked Sirius to choose black or red. He chose red.

So the knight's eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet smoke, making him look more fierce and majestic.

It was 9:40 in the morning.

Felix walked into classroom 7. There was a lot of noise inside. Hundreds of people gathered around a large open space and discussed enthusiastically.

The open space was divided into seven grids by humans. The terrain of each grid was different, including flat land, woods, hillsides, rocky beaches, swamps, tortuous mazes and a small piece of ice.

On the east side with the best view, there stood a high platform with a row of seats on the platform. Flitwick and Snape had already arrived. In addition to these two regular professors of the duel class, some professors took the initiative to come. They spontaneously conjured chairs with some excitement.

Felix walked up to the podium and casually placed the palm-sized knight on the table. He greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Filius, Severus... Professor Lupin, you are here too?"

"I'm here to join in the fun," said Lupin, "There were no such new things when I was in school."

Snape said slowly, "But your extracurricular life is also very rich, wandering around, causing trouble..."

Lupin said tactfully, "Looking back at our younger self, weren't we all ignorant fools?"

Sirius on the table dragged his closed armor and moved it "click-click". He swung his sword violently, as if protesting Lupin's statement.

Flitwick was about to change the subject, his eyes searching around, his eyes lit up when he saw the 'knight': "Felix, can this magic puppet of yours move on its own?" Felix

smiled and said, "This happened a long time ago. I tried to let them handle some simple tasks, um... freeing my assistant from grading homework. She doesn't need to consolidate these simple knowledge now."

"Is it Miss Granger?" Lupin asked, "She is a very smart witch and does well in class."

Flitwick looked at the knight on the table. Sirius's movements were deformed, but this time it looked more like a rusty metal puppet.

"Did I see it wrong? I actually saw embarrassment in its movements..."

Felix took out some magic puppets from the ring and distributed them to the professors. "I tried to make them understand some simple commands. The principle is similar to that of magic portraits, but the effect is not very good. I need your opinions..."

He calmly grabbed the 'Knight' in his hand and shook it. Facing Flitwick's puzzled expression, he explained: "This guy is not very smart..."

Time soon came to ten o'clock. Percy and Penelope stood in the middle of the open space. Percy was very excited and his tone was lost. "Ladies and gentlemen, this duel competition is hosted by the Student Union. I, Percy Weasley, and Penelope Clearwater will be responsible for maintaining order throughout the venue."

"First, let me provide some basic information: there are 218 contestants in total, and they will compete randomly on seven different venues. Seven games will be held at the same time, starting from the first grade."

Penelope Clearwater said, "You all know the rules. What I want to say is that the professors will comment on some exciting duels or warn of violations. Please be sure to abide by the rules, especially the use of dark magic."

She glanced around with a sense of majesty. Percy cleared his throat beside her, "Yes, that's it."

"Those whose names are called will draw lots here to choose the terrain. Once the terrain is determined, your opponent will also be determined."

The crowd burst into cheers like a tsunami. Harry held his wand nervously, his heart was about to jump out, and his blood was rushing wildly. But the people around him seemed more nervous than him. Ron's lips were trembling, and Hermione kept muttering. He took a step closer and heard her quickly reciting the duel system paper that had just been revised for the third time.

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting opposite Harry, looked even paler than usual. His two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, kept swallowing their saliva. Goyle choked on his own saliva and kept coughing.

Draco frowned and walked to the other side. When Harry appeared in his sight, he smiled maliciously. At least that's what Harry thought. His nervousness surprisingly calmed down.

If there was a chance, he would be happy to give Malfoy a big slap on the face.

The game officially began.

The first-year game was quite boring. Except for one student who successfully cast an evil spell and won sparse applause, most of the others kept holding their faces and chanting spells.

After only three rounds of competition, it was the final round. A cute little girl won the first-year championship.

Next was the second-year competition. Ginny used a stunning spell to knock down her opponent, and then won several more victories and successfully won the championship.

"Is Ginny so good?" Ron said in surprise.

"Yeah, it's not surprising. She has been following us to participate in group activities." Harry said.

Percy's serious voice came,

"There are more third-year students. The first group has fourteen people. Millicent Bulstrode, Seamus Finnigan, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass... Blaise Zabini, Justin Finch-Fletchley, these contestants, please come on stage."

Hermione walked to the front tremblingly and was almost tripped by Neville. She moved to the draw and unexpectedly found that the other people performed similarly to her. The student named Zabini's feet were light and fluttery, as if he was stepping on a ball of cotton. Hermione drew the rocky

beach terrain, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If she had chosen the ice surface, she would not be able to play. She couldn't even stand steadily.

After the fourteen third-year students were in place, Percy announced in a long voice: "The duel begins."

Standing opposite Hermione was Daphne Greengris. The two were old rivals, but the previous dispute was limited to magic puppets. This was the first time they were fighting a real duel.

"Disarm you!" Hermione shouted loudly, and the words of the duel system paper flashed through her mind. My attack speed was faster, and she had to dodge. I would have the advantage next...

But things did not go as expected. Although Daphne was more than a step slower than her, she still insisted on shouting a spell: "Stupor!"

Hermione watched her disarming spell hit Daphne, and her wand flew out of her hand and spun towards her, but at the same time, a red spell brushed her hair and hit the stone next to her.

Hermione was stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously grabbed the flying wand. Seeing her angry face, she realized that she had won, but Hermione did not feel the joy of victory at all. She couldn't help but lean over and whispered: "Why don't you hide? You should hide..."

Daphne glanced at her, "Why should I hide?"

"But, but" Hermione's mind was full of question marks, "Your attack speed is not as fast as mine, according to reason"

"Whose reason? You use the Disarming Spell, I use the Stunning Spell, as long as I hit you, I win."

Hermione wanted to continue to refute that she was too risky and meaningless in actual combat, but Percy had already reminded the students who had finished the game to leave as soon as possible. She glared at Daphne and stormed down.

Back in the crowd of Gryffindor College, Hermione was still indignant, "She is completely gambling on luck. I don't believe she dares to do this in actual combat."

Harry persuaded: "Actually, what she said makes sense. Under normal circumstances, she can't beat you at all. On the contrary, if her strategy succeeds..."

He shut his mouth obediently, because Hermione looked like a lion with standing hair.

"Next, the second group whose names are called, please come forward. Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan, Ron Weasley, Gregory Goyle..."

"Let's watch the game," said Harry, "it's my turn soon."

But Harry's name was still not on the second group, so he could only wait patiently. An accident happened in this group. A little wizard recited the spell incorrectly, and a pair of snail tentacles grew on his opponent's head. The little wizard said in a crying voice, "What spell do you want to use?"

Madam Pomfrey came over quickly, observed for a moment and said, "It will take at least three hours for you to recover, child."

The little wizard touched the tentacles on his head, and it didn't seem so bad: "Can I stay here and watch the game, Madam Pomfrey? I don't want to go to the school hospital."

Madam Pomfrey looked at him puzzledly, "You can, but aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"That's no problem."

After drinking the potion, the boy excitedly returned to his college and showed his new headdress to his companions. Exclamations and envious eyes broke out around him.

Ron also returned triumphantly. He said with satisfaction: "Actually, my first spell failed, but I hid behind the stone. Goyle stood there stupidly and was tied up like a dumpling by my next spell..."

"Next, the third group is Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas... Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Ernie Macmillan, and Harry Potter."

The duel competition was in full swing. When it came to the third-grade rematch, even the senior students couldn't help but watch it seriously.

"Who is that little round-faced guy? He and Potter were fighting back and forth."

"Not sure, it seems like he suddenly appeared."

"He should be Potter's friend. Look how happy they are laughing."

"I have some impression. I saw him in Potter's duel study group..."

In the third-grade finals, Harry looked at Draco opposite him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to stand here, Malfoy." They drew the forest venue, and more than a dozen ancient trees were scattered around.

Draco grinned, "You should have seen how I taught that Weasley a lesson, using the magic I just learned."

Harry looked back at Ron, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, with a blank expression, looking a bit like Luna.

"The game begins," Percy was already a little tired, and the voice was Penelope's cold voice.

Harry instinctively took a step to the side, and a silent disarming spell flew out at the same time. He didn't ask for power for the first spell, he wanted to get the upper hand. Draco retreated decisively, hiding himself behind a tree trunk that looked very strong, "Potter locks the tongue and throat!"

Harry jumped away quickly, and the spell was deflected. He estimated the distance and counterattacked with a binding spell. A rope made of magic flew over and tightly wrapped around the tree trunk. He heard Draco groan, and just as he was about to step forward, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He

quickly cast an armor spell on himself, "Armor protector!" He shouted, and an invisible barrier formed in front of him, blocking Draco's carefully prepared spell.

"Pendulum Smash!"

"Boom!"

A heavy bell rang out, and Harry felt like he was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the magic barrier cracked like a spider web. Even though he was hiding behind the Shield Charm, he was still affected, and his ears were buzzing and trembling.

He endured the discomfort and stared at the opposite side with wide eyes. After more than ten seconds, his vision became clear again.

'Ron was hit by this spell? Even if it is blocked, it will still make people dizzy for a short time, just like being hit by a large pendulum in the clock tower. '

Harry couldn't help getting anxious as he watched Draco hiding behind a tree and releasing the 'pendulum' from time to time. He quickly closed the distance between them, and a red light flashed by, slightly off-center, almost hitting him. Harry got scared and dodged behind the tree, and the place became quiet.

"Malfoy, didn't you want me to see your new magic? I did see it, do I need to remind you? I just thought of construction workers, they hold a sledgehammer in their hands and knock around..."

Harry half-crouched, waited for two seconds, and released the Shield Charm in advance. Sure enough, a red light flew over and was blocked!

Without thinking, he walked out of the protection range of the Shield Charm. Draco was just sticking out half of his body, and an exaggerated red beam shot out from Harry's wand and hit Draco's chest straight.

Draco was directly knocked away and hit a tree. His eyelids fluttered, and he fainted without a sound.

"We won!"

Harry shouted excitedly. This battle was much more difficult than he expected. The biggest reason was the terrain restrictions. His spells were not powerful enough to destroy the three-foot-diameter tree. His advantage was completely unattainable.

He thought of the guidance given to him by Professor Happ. Mastering more magic meant that he could face different situations calmly. He couldn't help but think: If he mastered the Explosion Curse and the Fire Curse, would it be easier to solve the battle?

He knew what he was going to do next.

"Wonderful!"

The students watching held their breath and admired this high-level duel. They didn't burst into warm cheers and cheers until the result came out.

Harry scratched his head and looked up at the referee's seat. Lupin smiled at him, Snape looked down at him with a condescending expressionless face, Professor Flitwick was very excited, Professor Happ stroked his hand and chuckled, and there was a steel puppet in front of him, waving at him vigorously, no, waving a sword.

Is that the professor's new magic puppet?

Harry suppressed his inner joy, tried not to let his mouth smile too exaggeratedly, and also waved his hand to greet.