"Quiet!" Harry raised his hand and said.
"Harry, it says there that you know?"
"I feel it's not as good as Felix Felicis."
"You're already being picky? Don't lose your first match."
"Quiet!" Harry said again, but his voice had no effect on those further away, while those nearby kept urging him to quickly explain what this thing was.
"Quiet!"
Suddenly, a roar like that of some powerful creature emerged from his mouth.
As the sound fell, the entire corridor became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"This is what it's like after drinking the Rage Potion, even if you just speak simply, it has such power." Harry revealed a harmless smile, then shrugged, "As for killing a Troll—yes!"
"As long as you drink the Rage Potion, every one of you can do it! This Potion is a very powerful combat Potion!"
"Really?"
"Of course, it's true." Harry nodded.
Draco glanced at Harry, an enigmatic smile on his face.
As Harry gave an affirmative answer, the emotions of the Little Wizards throughout the corridor were instantly ignited.
Drinking Felix Felicis might give you a chance to survive against a Troll.
But this Rage Potion, however, could give one the chance to kill a Troll.
"I can do it too!"
"I told you, a first-year, killing a Troll, how could he possibly do it on his own."
All sorts of strange voices interspersed with the noisy discussions.
Harry smiled and walked into the Great Hall with Draco.
Soon, during lunch, they learned the basic rules of the Duelling Club from various noisy discussions.
Each year group formed a division. And within each division, the top three would be determined.
The champion, furthermore, would receive a golden belt!
"Hiss... if I collect golden belts from first year to seventh year, wouldn't I be a legend of Hogwarts?" Draco muttered to himself.
"Don't even think about it, our first year is already over." Harry said.
"Just thinking about it, I know I probably don't have a chance against you this year." Draco waved his hand candidly.
"Then I wish you can get the third-year golden belt next year."
"And I wish you can get second place in third year." Draco said, not to be outdone, then changed the subject, "Are there any particularly noteworthy people in sixth year this year?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on MacChlery's face.
"Sixth year..." MacChlery recalled, "There doesn't seem to be anyone particularly noteworthy, oh, there's a Gryffindor prefect, he got 12 OWLs, so he should be very good, but usually in the Duelling Club, he only practices with another girl, and it's more like flirting than practicing. Hmm... the only noteworthy person in sixth year is this one. Oh, and Oliver Wood, but I don't know what his combat ability is like."
"Percy Weasley?" Harry said.
"Exactly, that's him." Mac nodded.
"Heh, then there should be no problem." Draco nodded in a low voice.
At this point, MacChlery sighed helplessly, "I can already feel how fierce the competition in fifth year is this year, there are those twins, there's Cedric. And now many main players from various teams, they're not to be trifled with either!"
"Mac, are you participating too?"
"I can't find a reason to refuse, damn it, it looks like I'll be busy next." Saying that, he quickly finished the steak on his plate, "I'm leaving first, to arrange the Quidditch work, you two enjoy yourselves."
With that, he quickly departed.
At the same time, a girl also walked quickly from that direction.
It was Pansy Parkinson.
A somewhat sharp-tongued girl, Harry could always find a condescending look in her eyes, like a combination of Petunia and Vernon.
However, her gaze changed instantly when she looked at Draco, softening considerably.
As if honey was about to drip from them.
"Draco, Gemma said she's participating." Pansy whispered to Draco.
"Thank you." Draco nodded slightly, "Please trouble you to pay more attention to her for me."
"Of course, it's a small matter." Pansy's face flashed with shyness when she heard Draco's words, then her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Draco.
"Thank you." Draco nodded again.
"Oh, alright." The disappointment on Pansy's face flickered and vanished; she had thought Draco would at least ask her if she wanted to have lunch together...
"Alright, I'm leaving now." She said, then quickly departed.
"She likes you." Harry said softly.
A hint of awkwardness flashed across Draco's face, then he looked at Harry, "You know a lot?"
"Hmm, I guess so." Harry chuckled.
"Heh heh." Draco sounded as if he had heard a joke, "If you really knew, you wouldn't be sitting here."
Harry looked puzzled.
Draco just smiled ominously, then explained, "Their family's pure-blood atmosphere is even stronger than ours... well, there are some things I can't say too much about. In short, just be friends."
Harry was very surprised, "No, I was just kidding, why are you actually considering these things? We're only twelve, isn't this puppy love?"
Draco turned his head, silent for a long time.
"You mean, a twelve-year-old shouldn't be thinking about these things, but rather how to kill Trolls and fight You-Know-Who's henchmen?"
"That's what a twelve-year-old should be doing." Harry nodded calmly.
Seeing Draco's silence, Harry could only turn to ask, "So why are you paying attention to Gemma Farley? Could it be that your age difference is too big?"
"Only four years, I tell you, in the adult world, that age difference is too small." After speaking, Draco reacted, then said somewhat exasperatedly, "Damn it, what are you thinking? I'm not interested in her, OK?!"
Harry looked puzzled, "Didn't you say that a normal twelve-year-old thinks about these things?"
"Shut up." Draco said, "I only have one problem I'm anxious about now. I just heard them say that to play in the cross-year exhibition match, you have to win the top three in your own division.
To be honest, that's a bit difficult. Assuming you're one, and Granger is one. Then there's only one spot left in the top three..."
Saying that, Draco couldn't help but hold his head, "Damn it, no, let's continue practicing later! I couldn't even beat Weasley the day before yesterday..."
Harry nodded, "Alright."
Thinking about it, he also became a little interested.
"I haven't fought Hedlund yet."
Just as he was thinking, Hedlund walked over. He seemed to have a certain aura, and ordinary people would quickly make way for him when they saw him.
"Harry, do you know where Professor Jones is? I have something I'd like to consult him about."
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