From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"Come on, Rozier. I want to see how you are better than me." Riddle looked at Xiwen with his bright eyes and said loudly.

"As you wish." Xiwen chuckled. Then he patted the shoulder of Abraxas next to him, indicating that he would not be challenged again and could relax.

Then, Xiwen slipped his wand out of his cuff, held it in his hand, and slowly walked onto the third-grade duel stage.

Faced with an opponent like Xiwen who he knew was very strong, Riddle naturally did not dare to be careless at all. He carefully picked up a bottle of magic recovery potion from the shelf beside the steps, drank it in one gulp, and then stepped onto the duel stage.

"Both sides bow!" Professor Mellors said as he watched the two of them stand still on the stage.

Sivan and Riddle held their wands upright in front of their chests at the same time, waved them diagonally downward smoothly, and then pointed at each other at the same time.

Two wands with very similar shapes and colors were facing each other like tit-for-tat.

Sivan's wand is made of 14-inch straight-grained pine wood with a rare unicorn horn core. The straight lines on the outer layer of the wand are surrounded by a circle of luxurious sapphires, which are carved into the pattern of a blue enchantress. It is very unique.

It's beautiful; and Riddle's wand is made of thirteen and one-half inch yew wood, with a fallen tail hair from Phoenix Fox as the core. The wand is as pale as a corpse, and the handle extends outward, just like a bone joint.

The moment Professor Mellors called out the start of the game, Sivan's wand tip immediately fired a red disarming spell at Riddle.

The consistent attack method can be regarded as Xiwen's humility as a senior to his junior.

Sure enough, Riddle, like Moody, had already guessed that Sivan would use the disarming spell to start the duel, and immediately fell sideways at the beginning of the match, barely dodging Sivan's attack.

Then, while he fell to the ground, he recited the incantation of the Cloud and Mist Curse——

"Nebulus."

Suddenly, a thick fog rose on the duel stage, temporarily blocking the sight of Xiwen and the audience.

The students in the auditorium were very dissatisfied with this and shouted that the dense fog should be removed.

At this time, Riddle was focused on the duel, completely unaware of the shouts from the audience, and then chanted the next spell without stopping -

"Serpensortia!"

Xiwen heard Riddle's voice in the mist, nodded approvingly, and said, "I learned the snake summoning spell in the second grade. It's really amazing."

There was no response from the mist, but instead there was a "hissing" sound.

Sivan knew that this was when Riddle began to communicate with the summoned snake in snake accent.

"Use fog to block my line of sight, and then use the infrared sensing ability of snakes to determine my position?" he said thoughtfully. "It's a good idea, but the premise is that the fog on the stage needs to be kept well!"

Then, Sivan stretched out his wand, pointed it in the direction of Riddle's voice, and recited the hurricane curse——

"Ventus!"

A strong gust of wind blew past, immediately blowing away the fog on the stage, and the audience's vision immediately became wider.

This move made the audience feel better again, and they began to watch with great interest this duel match between the second and third graders who ranked first in the standings.

Just after the thick fog was dispersed, Xiwen suddenly found that the summoned big snake had come to his feet, and was about to choose people to devour, while it kept spitting out the words in its mouth.

Xiwen turned sideways like a reflex, avoiding the snake's fangs, and waved his wand and chanted the counter-curse of the snake summoning spell——

“Vipera Evanesca.”

Miranda once demonstrated this spell to him, and Xiwen remembered it very clearly.

The big snake turned into a point of light and dissipated with the counter-curse, but the danger was far from over. It was followed closely by another magic spell from Riddle——

"Deprimo!"

This magic spell did not hit Xiwen, but instead hit the ground beneath his feet.

With a loud "boom", a huge hole was blasted out of the duel platform under Xiwen's feet. If you were not careful, people would fall down and lose the game.

"It's a different strategy, very good." Xiwen easily predicted the coming of Riddle's spell before the spell struck, lightly jumped into the air, and said at the same time. "But this spell usually needs to be paired with another spell.

A spell shot into the air would be more effective."

As he spoke, Xiwen cast a small floating spell on his school robe, and it floated lightly in the air for a short period of time.

At the same time, he quickly used the Transformation Technique on the floor under his feet, causing the ground to rise and rise, just reaching the height where Xiwen could be caught.

"You see, I can neutralize your attack by just jumping up. This is the consequence of not cooperating with the magic spell of striking in the air." Xiwen looked at Riddle and said with a smile.

As Riddle listened to Sivan's explanation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. He finally understood how Alphard Black felt when he faced him before.

The instructional duel may not matter to Alphard, but to Riddle, who has always been strong, it is more like a slight, which even arouses his higher desire to win.

"Stupefy!"

He shouted loudly, and at the same time, he cast a very thick stun spell and shot it directly towards Xiwen.

Not to be outdone, Xiwen once again used a disarming spell to fight back.

Two magic spells, one red and one purple, collided fiercely, creating a stalemate between the two.

Xiwen's originally relaxed and comfortable expression suddenly turned a bit astonished. He discovered that the total amount and quality of Riddle's magic power were not weaker than his own before the blood curse was fused, and were even slightly stronger!

Originally, Xiwen came into this world in a body as a young wizard from a pure-blood family. His talent for magic was already quite good, at least much better than most of his peers.

However, he was far from having as much magic power and quality as Riddle a year ago!

So how high will Riddle's talent be? Even compared to Grindelwald and Dumbledore at the same time, right?

Fortunately, after Xiwen integrated the blood curse into his bloodline, his talent for magic growth was greatly improved, and he finally had the ability to compete with the top geniuses.

Therefore, at least with one more year of growth, suppressing Riddle's magic power in this duel will not be a problem!

Thinking of this, Xiwen's eyes narrowed and he increased the output of magic power into the wand.

Riddle struggled, trying to squeeze out every ounce of strength in his body to resist, but in the end he could only watch helplessly as the red disarming spell was suppressed in his direction inch by inch, until the purple stun spell was completely suppressed.

Pressing the yew tip back on him, he had full access to his wand.

Riddle's wand rotated in a parabola, and was finally caught in the hand of Sivan who was standing high up.

"A great duel, Riddle." Sivan slowly walked down the hill that was transformed from the stage and said to Riddle.

"Thank you, Rozier." Riddle took his wand with a dazed expression and said softly.

Riddle has always attached great importance to winning or losing, and now he can't believe that he lost so easily. Even though this duel was actually Xiwen's guidance, he already knew that he and Xiwen

There are many gaps...

Sivan patted Riddle on the shoulder, walked off the third-grade duel stage that looked a little ugly due to the deformation, and walked towards the fourth-grade position.

At this moment, Yingenetius came over and put his arms around Xiwen's shoulders.

"Xiwen, for my sake, can you give her some face when we duel with Lucretia later? We can win almost evenly." He said quietly to Xiwen. "She is a bit of a good person.

I can’t accept the fact that I lost miserably to a junior student.”

Xiwen was full of questions about this: "Do you really believe that I can win?"

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