In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 352: Interest

Jon soon found Hoss based on the movement of the dragons over the Forbidden Forest.

He had followed Jon's words and had been wandering around the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest, not wandering away, deliberately circling in the edge, and when Jon found him, he almost failed to stop in a hurry and crashed into a tree.

Hoss looked excited as he and Jon regrouped, the clothes he was holding in his mouth were soaked with saliva, and those big and small eyes were filled with a combative glint.

Rather than feeling scared, it had stimulated his inner frenzy and upon regrouping with Jon he let out a grunt like a donkey at the top of his lungs, like he was showing off his exploits!

"Well done Hoss! I'll be sure to ask Hagrid to help to introduce you to a female Pegasus when we get out; Do you like Thestral species? Well, I almost forgot you can even accept a different breed, so of course a Thestral will do, I just don't know if you can see them."

Jon rubbed the Hoss's bald head, his face gradually becoming serious and solemn.

"What comes next is a key matter for me, but don't forget what I told you, focus on your own safety first, and if anything goes wrong, just drop it and run to where the wagon is at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and once you get there, no one or anything will be able to trouble you any further. If all goes well, then you should leave the confines of Hogwarts immediately and run to Hogsmeade, do you know that place? It's that little village on the other side of the Forbidden Forest. There you can easily find a Bar with a hog's head on the door in one of the streets, keep this note with you, and then the owner of that bar will take care of you."

As he said this, Jon folded a note that said "Please take care of him, just like you took care of me last year" and stuck it on his donkey-like ears with magic.

With that done, Jon mounted on Hoss's back, the dragons in the sky already sniffing and approaching!

With a final glance at the time on his pocket watch, Jon whispered.

"Come on, let's get going!"

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The duel between Emile and Diane had reached a climactic point.

Both of them are about the same age, they studied more or less the same amount of normal non-lethal magic in school, they both belong to families with a long history in dark magic, and they both have some experience in magic duelling, although it is not much.

In the open space of the Forbidden Forest, it was difficult to tell the winner of the duel between them.

But as time passed, and it got closer and closer to the end of the tournament, both knew that they could no longer drag it out and had to settle quickly.

"Confringo!"

Emil recited the incantation in a cold voice, and immediately afterwards a loud explosion rang out right beside Diane, and a huge crater was blown in the grass, the dirt caught in the air currents generated by the blast, not only interrupting the spellcasting action she was performing but also causing her entire body to be knocked off to the left by the impact.

Beyond the tournament ground, Rosier's face instantly slumped, and she turned her head to look at Matthew, whose face remained unchanged.

"So some people have broken the rules in front of so many people in the place, and you don't have anything to say about it?"

Matthew said to Rosier with a calm countenance.

"Please don't be anxious for now Professor Rosier, we will check his wand usage afterwards according to the rules, this blasting curse is indeed considered a borderline attempt at breaking the rules, after some discussion between the panel of judges, we shall issue the appropriate discipline and punishment."

The deputy headmaster of Beauxbatons, however, grunted from the side.

"What do you mean by a borderline attempt at breaking the rules? Emil has been very restrained and controlled in his dark magic casting, that shot of the curse wasn't even directed at a person, it intentionally blasted on an empty space at the side, and that can be called breaking the rules? Have the people of Durmstrang lived in peace for so long that they can't even see that this has actually been a mercy?"

Rosier narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look silently at the tall, thin, mean-looking male wizard who had repeatedly made a death wish.

"Actually, I haven't asked the gentleman's name after all the time we've met so far?"

"Brooke Bonnesante!" The male wizard glanced over at Rosier with an arrogant look on his face and proudly pronounced his family name, a long-standing European pureblood family that in no way lacked History to the Rosier Family.

Dumbledore watched the two men's conversation from just beside them, smiling without saying a word.

Rosier nodded.

"Very well, Brooke Bonnesante."

The very next second that everyone thought she was going to deliver some kind of tit-for-tat or leave after saying some harsh words, Rosier suddenly raised the wand in her hand!

A vicious red light shot out abruptly from the tip of her wand and instantly struck Bonnesante's body!

The next instant, the deputy headmaster of Beauxbatons fell to the grass with a twisted, convulsing body and a shrill howl of pain escaped his lips!

And while almost everyone around was still stunned by what was happening in front of them and hadn't reacted yet, Rosier had already taken three or two steps to reach Bonnesante's body, and her boots, covered in grass clippings and dirt, were just stomping heavily on his bald head!

"What are you doing! She's going to kill me! Help!"

The excruciating pain caused by Cruciatus Curse was so painful that Bonnesante could no longer hold his wand steady, and fear took hold of him so completely that he could only keep bellowing.

The judge from the Middle East looked as if he couldn't stand it any longer, and he took a step forward with a frown.

"I don't know much about the habits on this side of Europe, but is it customary for you all to greet each other with a Cruciatus Curse?"

For his part, Matthew's gaze didn't even turn to where Rosier stood, he acted as if he hadn't seen or heard anything, still keeping his eyes on the duel between the two champions on the outskirts of the forbidden forest.

The journalists, on the other hand, were so excited that they felt they had definitely earned their keep, taking enough pictures to make headlines the next day!

Rosier paid no attention to the Middle Eastern wizard's words, she simply stared coldly at the still-twitching Bonnesante at her feet and lowered her voice.

"I've never been one for talking nonsense to dead people, but some people are always as snotty as slugs making people nauseous all the time. Don't worry, I won't kill you just yet, but you'd better not rack up any more interest, or I'm afraid you'll be begging to die when the time comes."

And just as there was some hiccup among the judges, the time came to the important last minute until the end of the first tournament task.

Emil's sudden blasting curse did not cause Diane any immediate damage, but it did disrupt her spellcasting rhythm considerably, and she was forced to move further away from the silver line at the exit from where she had been previously steadily pushing Emil back!

In turn, Emil moved closer to the line that had begun to fade and was clearly about to disappear.

His eyes had lit up with excitement, no matter how badly he had been crushed face-to-face with Jon in the Forbidden Forest, now if he could just finish first, then he would have a solid first place on the scoreboard unless Diane volunteered to stand guard right here at the exit and wait until Jon came out and gave him second place.

But whether Jon would still be able to get out of the forbidden forest or not is still a matter of uncertainty.

But just as Emil was about to reach the edge of the Silver Line, a sudden roar from a horde of dragons exploded like thunder in the sky not far away!

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