Chapter 470: Finally Fighting! (Edited)

Malfoy was unhappy that Fish had given him back his carefully crafted badge, but there was no way he was going to be angry with Fish, so he resolutely pointed his finger at his old enemy, Harry Potter, again.

'I'm afraid I've worn a lovely dress, but I'm not sure I've worn a dress.

"What do you think, Potter? would you like me to give you one? No charge, oh, and by the way, you're not as poor as Weasley, so I'll charge you a Sickle."

Malfoy said mischievously, and shot a cheeky glare at Ron, who was standing at the end of the Gryffindor row, not saying a word.

Malfoy, the old enemy, had heard about the fight between Harry and Ron.

To be honest, when he had heard the news he had thought that Goyle, who had sent the message, had been stupid again and, after double checking, had nearly died laughing.

He continued to irritate Harry with his leisurely tone, "You could buy two and give one to your 'best friend' Weasley, he'd make up with you after receiving such an expensive gift."

Now Ron could no longer keep his composure, his face was flushed and he wanted to run to beat Malfoy, but Neville hugged him tightly.

And Harry also pulled out his wand, looking at Malfoy fiercely.

"Fight! Fight! You couldn't fight last time! There won't be any Professor Moody to mess it up this time nya."

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Fish, who was watching, cheered immediately, causing Hermione to rub her forehead helplessly... she too was looking more and more like Professor McGonagall in some of her little mannerisms.

"Well, come on, Potter," Malfoy said calmly, drawing his wand as well, "There's no Moody here to look after you now...if you've got the guts to do it..."

Even if Fish hadn't started the fight, Malfoy wasn't going to let Harry off the hook, especially since he had made a fool of himself last time because of Professor Moody's bias, and Malfoy, with his already high self-esteem, was always looking to get it back.

Naturally, Harry wasn't going to back down either, and they both stared into each other's eyes, and then, just as quickly, almost simultaneously, they both made their move.

"Furunculus!" Harry shouted.

"Densaugeo!" shouted Malfoy.

The two wands threw beams of light at the same time, collided in the air, flipped and refracted. Harry's beam of light hit Goyle's face, and Malfoy's beam flew toward Hermione, only to be half blocked by Fish's glowing red hand.

Then Fish cast a rejuvenation spell on Goyle, who was holding his nose and screaming loudly, then quickly calmed down, but the large boils on his nose did not completely disappear, and Fish's rejuvenation spell could not completely cure him.

"Everyone, stand back nya, make room for both of us!"

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Fish, who wanted to continue watching the fight, started to take the initiative to keep order outside, and of course Fish was worried that someone else might get hurt by mistake.

But at that moment, Professor Snape came in from afar.

"What's all the fuss about?" Professor Snape, who walked to the side of the crowd, looked at Malfoy and Harry during the confrontation with cold eyes and asked with a sullen face.

"Oh...oops..."

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Fish was chagrined that Harry and Draco would most likely not be able to continue fighting.

The Slytherin students chattered and rushed to explain themselves, Snape held up a long yellowish finger, pointing at Malfoy and saying, "You explain yourself."

"Potter attacked me, Professor..."

"We attacked each other at the same time!" protested Harry loudly.

"He hit Goyle, you see..."

Neither Snape nor Malfoy paid any attention to Harry's shouts and continued to communicate on their own.

Snape looked intently at Goyle, who still had large boils on his face despite Fisch's treatment, and Goyle cooperated by throwing him a pathetic look.

"Go to the hospital, Goyle." said Professor Snape calmly.

"Malfoy nearly hit Hermione too!" Ron finally couldn't resist defending Harry.

"That means no." Snape looked at him coldly.

"Severus."

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Fish walked up to Snape and tugged at his robes.

"What is it, Fish?"

Professor Snape's face instantly softened and his voice, which had been cold, took on a bit of warmth.

"Harry and Draco were just having a fair fight, Goyle just got hurt by mistake nya..."

"He did?"

Snape thought Fish was going to intercede for Harry, and frowned, thinking that this time he would let Potter off the hook for Fish's sake.

The next moment, he heard Fish say, "So, can we let the two of you finish fighting nya?"

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Snape: "..."

"Yes."

Snape was silent for a few moments, making Fish think that the fight wasn't going to continue, but suddenly he said yes.

He looked at the two of them, with a small smile on his lips, and said in a mocking tone, "Just in time to check if the other Hogwarts 'Champion' is worthy of his name.... Draco, this is a rare opportunity to fight a 'Champion', you should appreciate it."

Snape accentuated each 'Champion', and the sarcasm was so loud that even Fish could hear it.

"I know, Professor, I'll be sure to 'learn' what 'Champion' Potter is capable of." Malfoy and Snape had always been excellent together when it came to teasing Harry.

Snape had made his Potions classroom available to them so they could have a good time.

"So... bow..." said Professor Snape, who was acting as referee, from the side.

Harry and Draco stood facing each other in the middle of the unoccupied Potions classroom, just as they had done in the Dueling Club two years before, both imperceptibly ducked and then attacked at the same time without waiting for Snape to shout one, two, three.

"Expelliarmus!" ×2

The two red lights collided and, just like the previous spell, each bounced in another direction, only this time Snape was there to easily stop the spell from bouncing elsewhere.

Inside, Harry and Malfoy were still casting spells at each other, Harry was hit by the dancing feet spell (Tarantallegra) and his feet wouldn't stop dancing, while Malfoy got a soft legs spell and looked like he was drunk and couldn't stand.

"Nyajajajajajajajaja!"

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Seeing the comical appearance of the two, the amused Fish let out a cheeky laugh.

When the spell wore off, Harry and Malfoy were able to regain their balance, but their legs were shaking, and the two who had been able to run to avoid the spells were now basically standing still and casting spells at each other....

Fish not only felt bored, but the two also felt there was no point in fighting like this.

Harry gritted his teeth and decided to use his own spell to end the fight.

He first fantasized in his mind that after winning the Triwizard Tournament, Cho Chang would look up to him and agree to be his girlfriend, and Ron also took the initiative to admit his mistakes to his, and the two of them got back together, he raised his wand and drew a circle in the air, shouting, "Patronum Spectrum!"

A silver-white stag shot out from the tip of his wand, eliciting a gasp from the surrounding students, while Professor Snape's face went sullen for an instant.

"Patronus charm?" Malfoy sneered, then made the same gesture Harry did a moment ago, "Don't think you're the only one who knows that spell.... Patronum Spell!"

A silver-white peacock stopped the stag Harry had summoned, and the two Patronuses fought in the middle of the classroom.

Unlike Malfoy, who had known that Harry had mastered the Patronus Charm, Harry was stunned when he released the Patronus, expecting to land a clean hit, only for Malfoy to block it the same way.

And Malfoy wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.....

"Expelliarmus!"

A pillar of red light flew out from the tip of Malfoy's wand and hit the stunned Harry, who stumbled, his wand was knocked out of his hand by an inexplicable force and spun towards Malfoy, where it was grabbed by his hand.

"Well," Snape said, stopping Malfoy, who was still trying to attack Harry, "Now that the winner has been decided, there is a difference between a fake Champion and a real one."

He shot a mocking glance at a red-faced Harry and said to Malfoy, "Draco, give our Champion his wand back, he has to compete in the tournament after all."

When Malfoy returned the wand to his hand with a condescending look, Harry wished his spell had just knocked him unconscious.

It was especially hard when the Gryffindor students gave each other disapproving looks.

"Drama over, back to your desks and get ready for class!".

Snape urged coldly, not bothering to consider Harry's feelings.

The Potions professor quickly returned to his original position, and just as Snape was about to begin class, there was a knock on the classroom door.