Chapter 600 Gryffindor’s Duel of Honor (Sincere Thanks to Leader 8, the Eldest Man of the Yun Family)

Seeing this hairy lion preparing to give a crucible of blood-stained stones to the lady of his dreams, Allen really didn't know what kind of expression he should use to face this situation...

Although the relationship between Allen and Ravenclaw has become not too strange to each other after getting along for a period of time, their relationship is still quite strange and awkward. They even deliberately avoid calling each other in life. Ellen feels that calling each other Rowena Ravenclaw or Luna Lovegood is a bit awkward and inappropriate; and Ravenclaw is not very good at handling this kind of relationship, in fact For her, it can only be regarded as making a blood oath with a strange little boy, and being instilled with some memories that have not yet happened by her future self...

Gryffindor, who was obviously too chivalrous and not delicate enough, still focused on Allen's hands that were still on Ravenclaw's head, "I - Godric Glan from the southwest valley of England. Fendo hereby officially challenges you to a duel of honor for Miss Rowena Ravenclaw from the Scottish Stream!"

"Alan Friedrich Harris from the Upper Rhine Valley, accept your duel of honor." Alan put down the comb in his hand. Of course, Gryffindor, as a straight man of this level, would not be let go by Alan. Treated as a love rival in his eyes, but after all, the other party came to the door and was obviously pestering Ravenclaw - this made Allen have no intention of resolving the conflict through words. He also wanted to see if he could defeat this person who was said to be. The most outstanding dueling master of this era.

"Private fights between wizards are prohibited here during the carnival - besides, why do I need you to duel for me?" Ravenclaw frowned and looked at Gryffindor impatiently, "Besides, you want me to tell Helga that you are dueling for me?" Is it possible that Duel can’t go to the tavern late at night to support her activities?”

Gryffindor obviously just remembered the rules at this time. If it were another carnival, it would be fine, but this year it was hosted by Helga Hufflepuff, which made him, who always puts action first, have concerns, "Well... then Just schedule the duel at the end of the carnival! For the sake of honor!"

Under the divination table, Ravenclaw pulled Allen's hand to stop him from responding: "The Welsh-style broomstick competition with stilts and fire barrels will end in the afternoon, and we will use their venue to duel with broomsticks -"

"Okay! I won't take advantage of you, boy! Just use your popular bollard trick! But there are no bladder keepers - or rather we are both bladder keepers! Just the two of us! We each tie one on our body! Whoever pierces the opponent with the tip of the broom first wins the duel of honor!" Gryffindor's red hair, like a lion or a horse's mane, trembled like a turbulent wave amidst his roaring accent and exaggerated expression.

Allen shrank his body back to avoid being sprayed by the opponent's saliva: "See you on the field."

Seeing that Allen agreed to the duel, the excited Gryffindor calmed down: "Then we'll see you on the field. The fire dragon bladder is not that easy to find. I'll go to Helga to see if there is anything that can replace it." He said. After that, he strode out and prepared for the duel.

Ravenclaw directly cast a spell to make several crying children fall asleep, and then sat back on the chair, "He is too troublesome - but he is very good at dueling. I am not sure if you, who are underage, can win. This pair It's not fair for you..." Then she tore off a few strands of rabbit meat with her teeth, "And no one in this era knows your cushion charm."

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a huge bell rang throughout the area, announcing that the stilt fire barrel activity was about to begin. Amidst the noise and joy, the bell could only be heard faintly. A group of wizards wearing Irish plaid skirts flew over on broomsticks. People walking to the arena stood and watched. Some witches screamed loudly, and then accelerated their pace to the arena - Alan looked up. Only then did I realize that these warriors were not wearing underwear at all...

As the players warmed up before the game around a series of burning barrels suspended high in the air on stilts, the crowd had already packed the arena. When the official bell rang, cheers filled the sky. Amid the bustling crowds, the athletes rode broomsticks one after another with the gallbladder of the goat, which the locals called Dom, which was actually a goat, quickly passed through the burning barrels, and finally threw Dom into the final In the barrel. The rules of the game reminded Allen of the kind of training he used to do when he joined the national team in third grade - almost the same except for the lack of Bludgers and the possibility of getting injured when passing through the halo.

Some athletes, either because of their speed or because of bad luck, were burned by the rising flames and lost the qualification to continue the competition. Therefore, the constant exclamations and sounds of regret on the field added to the area. There was new noise and commotion. When all the team members finished the competition, a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair who took the shortest time and did not catch fire won the victory.

He raised the barrel containing the gallbladder, yelled "RUA!!!" to the audience present, venting his excitement, and finally dedicated the entire barrel to a man in the audience who was wearing a gallbladder. The witch in a green linen dress took it and jumped directly in front of the champion's broom and sat on it. The two flew away on the broomstick amidst each other's laughter.

When the final bell rang again, the injured contestants received proper treatment - the fire bucket on stilts was obviously not as tragic as the crucible above the head before, and Allen had not found anyone dying as a result.

When the players left the venue and the audience was about to disperse, the blazing flames on the wooden barrels suspended in the air roared in the wind, and Allen and Gryffindor walked into the competition venue. Noticing that there was still excitement to be seen, the crowd became restless again, and many wizards who had left also rushed back after receiving the news that there was a duel.

Godric Gryffindor held two bladders in one hand and read a book www.uukanshu． net The broom in his other hand was thrown to the ground. He took out his wand and pointed at the two bladders - "Get bigger quickly." The two bladders swelled up as if they were quickly inflated. He handed a bladder to Allen and said, "Fire dragon bladders are really hard to find. I got two warthog bladders from Helga's kitchen as substitutes."

After saying that, he tied the warthog's bladder to his waist with a rope. As soon as he stretched out his hand, his broom flew from the ground into his hand. He raised one leg and stepped onto the broom.

Allen didn't mind it at all. He followed Godric's example and tied a warthog's bladder to his body. He looked at the very simple flying broomstick and rode on it. As soon as he flew up, he saw Ravenclaw in the stands. Was waving at him.

Allen's hand gently held the broom and flew slowly to the wooden stand. Ravenclaw was taking the children to sit at the front of the temporary stand blocked by wooden boards. He looked at the witch in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Ravenclaw waved and motioned for him to come closer on the broomstick. Although he didn't understand, Allen did so - he saw the other party took out a blue square scarf and tied it as a pennant on Ai. On the tip of Lun's broom.

After tying it up, she didn't pay attention to the discussions among the wizards around her. She looked at her work, nodded with satisfaction, and waved her hand casually to let Allen leave.

Godric's hand holding the broom was full of veins. He barely restrained his jealousy and disappointment and remained silent, but his face turned red. The Muggle knights sewed tokens of their lovers' love onto their helmets and cloaks. Even using women's clothes as lance flags and taking them to compete with opponents, then all the Ravenclaws tied the kerchief on the tip of that person's broom. What she meant was...