"Ron, let's go back.

Malfoy will definitely not come."

"No, Harry.

This is a wizard duel, he will definitely come."

Seamus and Dean, who were also in the trophy showroom, began to look impatient.

According to this situation, Malfoy really might break the date.

"That coward—"

Harry was in a dilemma hearing the three people cursing each other.

Just wait, maybe Filch will come over.

Don't wait, I can't persuade these three people.

"Think of the points Vincent and Hermione have given us," he smiled wryly, "They will be very angry if they find out."

Ron calmed down a little and said, "Okay, just because she lent us the paper for reference."

Compared with having the opportunity to scold Malfoy, it seems that not being scolded by Snape is more important.

Seamus and Dean shook their bodies subconsciously.

Even though it was Harry who bore the heaviest firepower, the venomous tongue skills were not something that little wizards like them could withstand with their thin little bodies.

Just as the four of them walked out relying on the faint light of their wands, the figure in a black cloak at the corner smiled indifferently.

"My noble master, do you need me to deal with Potter for you?"

"No, he's mine!

besides……"

After the voice in his head disappeared, the mysterious man raised his wand with regret on his face.

Without any spell, a beam of red light shot at Ron at the front.

He fell onto Harry's shoulder, and the wand he was holding was knocked into the air.

"who is it?"

"It must be Malfoy!"

Ron quickly stood up, "How dare this despicable man use such a sneak attack!"

Seamus and Dean both pursued him angrily.

Harry, who stayed where he was, gritted his teeth and ran over.

None of the four people noticed that after crossing the corner, a mysterious man walked out of the shadows.

"Run, run quickly -"

The smile on his face looked particularly ferocious under the moonlight.

…
Chapter completed!