"I disagree!"
"Shelby, you're violating school rules!"
Just then, Percy suddenly appeared, pushing through the crowd with an iron-gray face.
"This competition is aningless."
"It will only deepen the conflict between the two houses and threaten student safety..."
Tiger ignored Percy.
Facing these restless little lions, one person's opinion was already insignificant.
Besides, blocking was inferior to channeling.
The conflict between the two houses couldn't always lurk in shadows—it had to be dragged into sunlight.
Mindless speculation and suspicion only deepened conflicts. Only by truly understanding each other could they make rational judgnts.
He looked at the Gryffindors and continued. "Since it's a competition, there must be winners and losers."
"Gryffindor has two hundred ninety-eight students, Slytherin has two hundred forty-one."
"In three days, I'll distribute house badges according to student numbers."
"Each badge contains a one-ti Protego charm."
"When the Protego disappears, the ga ends—you're out and cannot continue attacking."
"Anyone who breaks the rules..."
"Will forfeit ten badges. One violation ans ten people lose qualification..."
The three uncles studying with Nicolas Flal were no longer satisfied with ordinary protective charms.
The Shelby Family's enchantnts never required expensive magical materials. Practice pieces—wooden plaques, shells, silver ornants—had already been sent back by Uncle Martin. Lesser Protego charms in the Extension Charm trunk had piled into small mountains...
Hearing Tiger's words, Gryffindors who'd been hesitating over the competition's danger suddenly brightened.
With Protego protection, this Hogwarts brawl beca completely a ga.
And no student would be uninterested in gas—especially this kind of live-action combat ga.
Facing Tiger's cold indifference, Percy's face flushed instantly, that mixture of inferiority and pride burning furiously in his chest.
The Gryffindor students' surging emotions reflected in his heart—a resonance building toward explosion.
As prefect, he had to stop Tiger from continuing.
However, when Percy gathered courage to approach Tiger and scold him, he discovered his throat seed gripped by invisible hands.
Percy felt unprecedented oppression—fear and helplessness rising from his heart's depths.
Under those fierce eyes' direct gaze, all words and courage froze instantly, blocked in his chest.
Tiger's gaze swept past Percy toward the Gryffindors, his low voice carrying a hint of temptation.
"The ga ends on exam day."
"Whichever house wins..."
"Along with glory's crown, surviving participants will split two thousand Galleons in rewards!"
Before his words finished, irrepressible exclamations rose like a tsunami. Gryffindors stared at Tiger in disbelief while the Weasley Twins grabbed each other, screaming almost madly.
"And the losing house..."
"Regardless of final house points, will be eliminated from the House Cup rankings!"
The mont those words hit, it was like bone-chilling ice blocks tumbling down. The frenzied, excited shouting gradually quieted as Gryffindors looked at each other helplessly.
For students who valued house honor, such a price was too heavy to bear.
"You said no limits on thods."
"But what if you cheat? That's Slytherin's usual trick!"
"Who can supervise you?!"
Oliver Wood stood in the crowd, ignoring the Slytherins' shocked anger, forcing himself to stare at Tiger despite the heart palpitations his gaze caused.
The mature-minded Quidditch captain threw the question back to Slytherin. He didn't favor this competition, but Tiger's words were too infectious.
He couldn't stop it.
By ga's end, survivors would definitely be few.
And two thousand Galleons could completely transform any family's life in the wizarding world.
"I can!"
Just as Burstrode and others prepared to swear by their family nas, Professor Flitwick's voice suddenly rang out beyond the crowd, carrying barely concealed excitent.
"Oh no, it's a professor!"
"Professor Flitwick?!"
"Make way! Make way!"
"Let Professor Flitwick through!"
"Wait, what did he just say?"
Amid rising discussion, the diminutive Professor Flitwick quickly walked into the crowd's center, his slightly weathered eyes dancing with blazing light.
"Ladies and gentlen."
"This is a very aningful practical course. I'm gratified that Mr. Shelby possesses such challenging spirit, and I hope you all join in."
"This has always been my vision."
"Facing crisis..."
"We cannot be limited by rules and regulations."
"Cannot be trapped by etiquette and protocol!"
"We need keener instincts, more comprehensive abilities, or more cautious behavior to escape crisis and erge from difficulty!"
"For the competition's smooth progress..."
"I!"
"Filius Flitwick!"
"Eight-ti consecutive Dueling Championship winner, will serve as this competition's referee!"
"To witness the birth of true warriors!"
After brief discussion with Professor Flitwick, Tiger canceled the loser penalty. Hogwarts valued every student's positive contribution, while the winning house would gain two hundred points at term's end.
After settling so details, students dispersed, and Tiger's group headed to Herbology class.
Excited discussion continued endlessly.
Professor Sprout had to knock the blackboard several tis to reclaim their attention...
"Very good answer, Miss Granger."
"Ten points to Gryffindor."
"Listen, children, since the Mandrakes are still seedlings, their cries aren't yet fatal."
"Now, line up to collect sound-dampening earmuffs from ."
"But you must still rember..."
In Greenhouse Three, Professor Sprout pointed at the Mandrake diagram on the blackboard, explaining key points seriously.
"Father..." Draco quietly approached Tiger, asking in a low voice.
"I still don't understand."
"Why compete with those stupid lions?"
"The outco's obvious..."
"Are you certain?"
Tiger gave Draco a aningful look.
"If you're eliminated, I'll make your Quidditch training five tis harder."
With that, Tiger walked toward Professor Sprout, leaving Draco frozen in place.
Five tis the training.
Though spoken quietly, it was deafening.
In Tiger's eyes, Hogwarts students—except for a select few—completely lacked practical combat ability.
This competition was ant to heighten the little snakes' vigilance, keeping them physically ready at all tis.
Physique, will, ability—all had to develop together.
Gryffindor students rely served as whetstones. Compared to Burstrode, Farley, and others, these lions still drunk on excitent truly weren't impressive. Dumbledore had created too comfortable an environnt for them.
But Tiger ca from gangster origins. This world had never been truly safe for him.
And indeed it wasn't.
Tommy had told him Lucius was hiding a bomb ready to explode anyti. Who knew what chaos would erupt at Hogwarts...
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