Chapter 163: Prelude

The next day, the round arena for the duel competition.
Lockhart is in the suspended attic above the circular arena for pre-match warm-ups, perhaps because life at Hogwarts is so boring, or perhaps because the topics of today’s games are really topical. It's too strong. The audience seats that were still empty when they were in the 12-to-8 game were actually full of seats.
I have to say that Lockhart still has the foresight. The circular arena was built in accordance with the standards of a ten-thousand-person stadium at the beginning of its construction, otherwise I am afraid that it would really not be able to seat so many spectators.
In addition, since the last time Carol’s game almost had a fatal accident, Lockhart also made some changes to the circular arena. For example, powerful professors are now arranged around the competition venue. Professors are not pure academic type professors, but powerful factions like McGonagall and Snape.
In addition to preventing deaths during the game, these professors will also raise a huge protective cover to wrap the entire playing field after the game starts to prevent spectators in the stands from being injured by stray bullets.
In addition, four huge magic projections are arranged around the suspended attic. These projections will broadcast the actions of the players in the game in real time to prevent spectators sitting far away from seeing the situation on the court.
And now, the picture played on the four projections was Lockhart in the suspended attic.
Lockhart put on a fiery red dress today, with flame-like patterns all over his body, making him look like he had been set ablaze.
I saw him waving his arms excitedly, pointing to the side of the stand and shouting: "Today! In addition to my well-known wizard to explain to everyone, we also invited a heavyweight VIP! That is...
First class Merlin Medal winner, President of the International Wizarding Federation, Chief Wizard of Wisengamo, the strongest white wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore! "
As soon as the voice fell, the audience looked in the direction Lockhart was pointing. Dumbledore in a white robe was waving at everyone around him. His white goatee was gently dancing in the wind. Unspeakable and elegant.
The four big screens also switched to the picture of Dumbledore waving in time. Today’s Dumbledore is sitting in an ordinary auditorium like other students, and the students sitting next to Dumbledore At this moment, I was so excited that I kept swinging. Seeing that his principal came to watch the game, everyone in the stands stood up and cheered in the direction where Dumbledore was.
The cheers on the scene continued, no matter how Lockhart shouted, the audience couldn't stop the audience. Compared to Lockhart, it was obvious that their old principal was more popular. Lockhart's forehead couldn't help showing a lot of sweat, and the game would not start if this continued.
Perhaps seeing Lockhart's embarrassment, Dumbledore in the stands used his wand against his throat and released a loud curse.
When everyone saw that Dumbledore was about to speak, they all subconsciously stopped cheering, and they didn't want their voices to cover Dumbledore's speech.
In fact, they worry too much.
"Oh, do you seem to be a very popular old fellow?" Dumbledore's voice is obviously a modified version of the loud spell. Dumbledore's voice seems to have a magical power, although the volume is not very high. It's big, but it makes everyone here hear clearly.
The crowd laughed.
"Well, dear classmates, today's protagonist is not my bad old man, so let's save some energy for the next wonderful game." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I know you don't like nonsense, then I now announce that the first Hogwarts duel contest, the semi-finals battle has officially begun, let us welcome those warriors with the warmest cheers!"
Seeing the unprecedented enthusiasm erupting from the stands, Lockhart clutched a thick pile of speeches in his hand and said with a lonely expression: "God, I still have a lot of words to say!"
And Lockhart was not the only one who heard the overwhelming cheers outside the court.
At the moment, Mike and Cedric were waiting for the start of the game in the male players' lounge. Mike clenched his fists unconsciously while listening to the cheers from outside.
"Don't be nervous, although the opponent is Carlos, you are not bad." Cedric comforted Mike. "It doesn't matter which of you two wins. Friendship is first and second is match.
Although Cedric looked relaxed and very relaxed at this time, his slightly trembling legs still exposed his true mood at the moment.
And Mike also noticed this, with a disdainful expression on his face: "Are you cursing me to lose? I'm sorry, I didn't lose this word in my dictionary. Also, you are the one who is nervous, look at your legs~www .EbookFREE.me ~ Shaking is almost as good as those weavers."
Hearing that everyone in the lounge burst into laughter, Cedric's face flushed, deliberately suppressing his legs to stop the shameful shaking, but somehow, the more Cedric suppressed His legs trembled more severely, and in the end Cedric could only hold his disobedient legs with both hands.
This action caused even more enthusiastic laughter in the lounge, and most of the tension caused by the cheers was also dissipated.
When everyone was playing in the lounge, the door of the lounge was suddenly opened.
The visitor was a senior student wearing a duel club uniform and wearing glasses. The man held a small book with the schedule in his hand and shouted to everyone in the lounge: "Mike, Mike- Tony, it's your turn to play."
The laughter stopped abruptly and everyone looked at Mike in the corner.
Mike slowly got up and walked towards the door under the gaze of everyone. Just as he was about to walk out of the lounge, Cedric's voice sounded from behind him.
"Mike!"
Mike stopped when he heard the sound.
"I hope I can fight you again, so I must win!"
There was a smile at the corner of Mike's mouth, and he didn't turn his head. He continued to walk forward. While walking, he stretched out his hand and compared a V sign that represents victory (Note 1) and said: "You are the only seedling of Hufflepuff. , Don't fall here."
Cedric couldn't help but smile as he watched Mike's back and forth, and listened to his usual arrogant tone.
"This guy really should go to Gryffindor. His character is almost complete." Cedric laughed and scolded. "Otherwise, who knows what the gesture he just made means?"