Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Under the dual influence of their parents and school classmates, the two groups of eleven or twelve-year-old children have deep prejudices against each other.They hate each other from top to bottom, from head to toe.

During the first week of school, due to reasons such as historical legacy and human behavior, the two sides somewhat hoped to have a happy fight and prove in a primitive way who is the strong one and whose college is the right one.

However, the professors' consciousness seemed to be very keen. They could always detect signs of danger immediately and put an end to the riots in the two colleges in time.

With the intervention of the professors, everyone has maintained a superficial peace. At most, there have been some quarrels and sincere greetings to each other, but no passionate and violent conflicts have occurred.

But today the opportunity came.

The two parties were on the field outside the castle. Ms. Huo Qi, who was teaching, was arranging her broomstick in the distance. The other professors were beyond their reach.With such a good opportunity, the snake and lion, who had already been resentful, were naturally ready to take action.

Although the two sides still maintained the final restraint, sparks were already flying and lightning was flying where their eyes met, and the two sides also turned from verbal abuse to throwing hidden weapons at each other.

Clods of soil and stones were flying in the air, and some even took out the ink bottles in their schoolbags.

The ink bottle came out of his hand, drew a graceful arc, and fell into the crowd like a frag grenade.People nearby immediately jumped away to avoid it, but the splashed ink still stained many people's robes.

The shattered ink bottle was like a signal flare and a charge, instantly starting a "war" between the two colleges.

I saw silvery white and golden red like two rivers bursting their banks, roaring and rushing towards each other.The eleven or twelve-year-old boys showed off their talents at this moment, venting their youthful vitality that had nowhere to be released.

No one took out their wands, not because they forgot their identity as wizards, but for first-year students, thin wands are really not as useful as big wooden sticks.

Even with their wands out, they couldn't do anything except fire a few sparks.And that poor Xing Xingzi couldn't even set fire to the opponent's robe, and had no lethality at all.

If you can't shoot magic wands at each other, then rush over and break the opponent's line. This has become every boy's idea.

Defeat your old enemy, and you can walk with your head held high from now on, and by the way, you will also win the first right to choose a mate in the future.

The girls from the two colleges did not step forward to join the enemy line. They behaved quite reservedly, but their eager eyes and cheers for the boys from their own colleges had already betrayed them.

The field outside the castle gate was in full swing, with flying fists and hoarse cheers, constantly impacting people's senses and stimulating blood in people's chests.

In such a passionate scene, there is one person who seems very out of place.

This person neither stepped forward to show off his skills, nor cheered from behind. Instead, he looked like it had nothing to do with him.

Mesa stood there, looking at the boys fighting in a group not far away, without the slightest idea of ​​getting involved.In his opinion, this group fight was inexplicable.Before he even figured out how it started, the two sides were already fighting.

Even if they win the group fight and defeat the other party, there will be no actual benefits except the collective honor that the students think they have.Even that collective honor is illusory and is caused by vanity.

The fight between the naughty kids continues, but the battle is no longer as evenly matched as it was at the beginning.

The Slytherin snakes are very good at spraying venom, but when they really started to take action, they were suppressed by the Gryffindor gangsters.

The direction of this group fight is becoming more and more obvious. Slytherin's defeat is certain. It depends on how long their willpower can last them.

Now, two paths lay before Spectator Mesa.

One, continue to stay out of the matter and watch Slytherin House's defeat with a cold eye.Mesa himself was not envious of the students in the same house, and Gryffindor's fists would not be able to fall on him for a while, so let them beat him and kill each one.

Second, no longer stand by and watch, turn the tide before it falls, and support the building before it collapses.Taking advantage of the opportunity when Slytherin is at a disadvantage, lending a helping hand will most likely gain the favor of the little snakes.

Of course, we don’t rule out embarrassing situations where no one appreciates it.Farmers and snakes, they all understand.

Mesa put his slender right hand into his pocket and grasped the handle of the ebony wand.Mesa didn't care about Slytherin's tolerance and acceptance. He didn't need the approval of these people.

He only held the wand because Mesa wanted to do some experiments on Gryffindor.

The law does not punish everyone. First-year male students from both colleges participated in this group fight. Even if the professors knew about it afterwards, they would not be able to punish them.At the same time, even if Mesa is involved, he is not the culprit. He is at best an accessory. His punishment of confinement should not be extended.

It was such a rare opportunity that Mesa’s hands were itching.

Maybe God sensed Mesa's mood, or maybe Gryffindor was too brave, and someone actually got jealous and went straight to Mesa.

This is a tall and strong Gryffindor freshman.

After knocking down his opponent, he looked around, feeling quite lonely as "I am the best in the world".

Just when he was about to shout "Who else" and "I'm going to hit ten", he saw Mesa standing not far away.

He didn't know who Mesa was; he didn't know whether Mesa had participated in the group fight.This Gryffindor only knew that the fair-skinned boy in front of him was a Slytherin, a Slytherin without even a single footprint on his body. This was not acceptable!

So, the warrior from Gryffindor rushed towards Mesa with all his might, trying to make Mesa look like the other fallen Slytherins.

In the country where Mesa lived in his previous life, such people were generally called General Pan Feng, our powerful general Liu Sandao, or Lingling General Xing Daorong.

Seeing the burly little Gryffindor lion running towards him, Mesa took out his wand without thinking, and said: "Tarantella Dance!"

The light of the curse disappeared in a flash, and the Gryffindor's forward momentum was instantly blocked, and his feet began to dance uncontrollably.Even if he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, the boy's legs were still kicking in the air and refused to stop.

Tarantella is a traditional dance from Italy, where the dance spell was also invented. This spell has an effect on both living and still life, as long as the person being spelled has legs.

In view of this, Mesa has always wanted to find a big centipede and cast a dance spell on it to see the effect.

Now that the experiment has begun, Mesa has no reason to give up halfway.Holding the wand, he was like a tiger among sheep, without any enemy, and the little lions of Gryffindor couldn't stop him at all.

"It's so itchy!"

"The flow is endless!"

"My legs are weak and my feet are weak!"

"Grind and hooray!"

"Stop stiff legs!"

……

Mesa walked, casting spells along the way.The magic he used was innocuous, more like a joke spell, but it could effectively prevent the fight between the two parties.

The tickling curse and the crunching curse can make people laugh so much that they have no strength to fight; the snot curse can make people have a runny nose and feel physically uncomfortable; not to mention the leg locking curse and the soft foot curse, they can't stand still. , let alone hitting someone.

The Gryffindor boys were unable to fight anymore. They were either blowing their noses, holding their stomachs and laughing, or lying upright.

The Slytherin boys wanted to beat up the dog, but after seeing the scolding look in Mesa's eyes, they gave up this plan.

The first group fight between the freshmen of the two colleges was a nihilistic beginning and a nihilistic end.

Slytherin won the fight because they were the last ones standing.But they can't be considered a winner. The reason why they were not defeated by Gryffindor House was because Mesa stepped forward and turned the tide.

However, the Slytherin students had not considered Mesa as one of their own before.

Therefore, both Slytherin House and Gryffindor House were the losers in this group fight, and only Mesa won the big win.

Gently stroking the wand in his hand and feeling the warm jade-like texture of the tentacles, Mesa was quite satisfied with his performance just now. The time he spent practicing magic spells was not in vain.

Sigh, it would be nice if Hogwarts had a dueling club.Mesa thought silently in her heart.