The Evil God of Hogwarts

Barrow held the wand tightly in his hand, and the robes on his body shone brightly. He was as noble and heroic as a prince.

He silently recited the only silent magic he had learned in his mind, and he wanted to strike first - his teacher, the former dueling champion, taught him that when reading out the rules, you can ignore the nonsense in front of it, because it is not important at all. .

But always remember that last sentence, because during the reading, you should start preparing the magic you want to cast.

He observed every move of his opponent. When Flitwick read out the last rule, Xing Ze withdrew his gaze. He also took out his wand, and his dark eyes began to tighten.

For a moment, Barrow felt inexplicable heart palpitations. He instinctively wanted to escape and escape from the ice-like gaze.

But the bottle of potion worked, and the surging magic power surged through his body, and that feeling was swept away. Barrow's confidence was ignited again, and he accelerated the speed of completing the spell to make up for the time wasted when he was distracted.

Everyone present looked at the two men nervously. Although the duel had not yet begun, everyone could feel that the atmosphere in the venue was on the verge of breaking out.

At one end of the venue, Professor Bubaji stared at the venue with a heavy face, not even noticing Snape sitting next to her.

"Oh, how rare it is, Professor Snape. You are also interested in dueling." Professor McGonagall moved her body to make the position more spacious.

The school provides many places for teachers, so their side is not as crowded as other places.

"The Oriental is going to lose." Snape said with certainty.

The two ladies around him are both considered to be the best in Charms. Needless to say, Professor McGonagall. Although Professor Bubbaji specializes in Muggle studies, he also has considerable experience in Charms.

All three of them noticed that Barrow was secretly casting a spell. This was a commonly used method in magic duels. It not only complied with the regulations, but also gained the upper hand.

Looking at Xing Ze again, his wand was hanging low, his legs were standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and his back was slightly arched. This was not a sign that he was casting a spell.

"He can't cast spells silently." Professor Bubbaji found a self-comforting explanation, "I should have given him some pointers if I had known."

Professor McGonagall straightened her back and said, "Don't lose confidence so quickly. The duel hasn't even started yet."

"Now, the duel begins!" Flitwick waved his wand and disappeared.

The moment he disappeared, Barrow's wand pointed at Xing Ze, and brilliant magic had gathered at the tip of the wand.

But...but why?

Xing Ze hit his opponent in the stomach with a solid punch. Even though his hand was attached with a blue beak, it still failed to penetrate Barrow's magic robe.

The latest hand-made custom-made robes come from Woodcock's century-old tailoring shop in Glastonbury. The defensive spells contained in them are undoubtedly the most powerful.

However, Xing Ze had his own way to deal with it. The air magic stored in the blue beak blasted Barrow away heavily. His spell shot into the sky and was blocked by the barrier of the arena.

Casting an air blast spell at such a close range is fraught with danger, and may very well result in the caster's arm being broken. But Xing Ze was protected by Blue Beak, and the impact only pushed him back a short distance.

After devouring the Screamer, Blue Beak had a large amount of energy, most of which was used to bring Xing Ze out of the dream gap and repair his mutated body. The remaining energy was used to strengthen Xing Ze's body and itself again. .

Xing Ze has always wanted to test how far his strengthened body has reached, and this duel can be said to provide a good opportunity.

For a magic duel, as long as the opponent cannot concentrate on casting spells, the winning situation will be huge, so Xing Ze adopted the simplest, most brutal and rogue method, entangled in close combat.

This method is not unused by anyone. In the history of the evolution of magic, there will always be some people who find new ways to invent various magics for close combat.

For example, magic swords, flying daggers, magic spears, etc. were mostly used in close combat before they were improved.

This is mainly related to the era in which we live. Before muskets replaced swords as the main weapon of Muggles, many wizards would wear swords.

Among them is Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts. One of the treasures he left to the school after his death was his beloved sword.

Everything just happened suddenly in the blink of an eye, and the audience at the scene had not realized what had happened.

One second, Ben was yelling why Xing Ze didn't cast the spell in advance as he said, and the next second he saw Xing Ze rushing towards Barrow at an extremely fast speed.

He had never seen anyone move like this, like a falcon swooping into the sky or a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The figure flickered, and the fist came.

The audience finally came to their senses and started cheering. What kind of magic duel was this? It was simply a Muggle brawl.

"What kind of magic duel is this?" Bones almost stood up from her seat. Although she recognized Xing Ze's tactics, she was also surprised by the boldness of this Eastern wizard - using air blasting spells at such a close range. . But she was still a wizard after all, not a Muggle who spoke with her fists.

The minister's advisor also shouted dissatisfied: "He simply insulted the magic duel."

Among this group of people, the happiest person was Scrimgeour. He had seen Xing Ze's abilities with his own eyes and knew that this kid could always bring surprises to people, but he didn't expect that this surprise would come so suddenly.

"As long as you can win, who cares about the means of winning? Miss Carlo, as you said, this world is inherently unfair."

The minister's advisor's face was ashen. She opened her mouth to retort, but racked her brains and couldn't think of anything to say.

"How did he do it so fast?" Minister Fudge was more concerned about this than the quarrels among his subordinates. "This is too fast. It is not something ordinary people can do."

"He may be casting spells silently like Barrow. It's just that he chose auxiliary spells." Bones guessed.

Before Barrow could react, Xing Ze quickly chanted a spell and cast the necessary auxiliary spells on himself. He only had time to complete a light step in a short time, but it was enough.

Barrow, who had just stood up from the ground, was about to stabilize his body, but Xing Ze was already there. He hurriedly raised his wand and wanted to cast a spell, but his arm was pushed back by the other party.

"No," Xing Ze grinned, "You don't want to."

As soon as he finished speaking, Barrow felt himself being pulled by a huge force, then his feet left the ground and he flew out again.

"Oh~~~"

The crowd once again erupted in exclamations.

Hermione and Ron in the tent were almost stunned. Ron couldn't help but muttered: "Physics, physics magic."

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