This Hogwarts is not normal

"Flint's attack was very impetuous, and the curses were thrown out as if they were useless.

Wayne's defense was impeccable. Except for the 1 point lost at the beginning, he has not lost any more points in the first ten minutes."

Li didn't know if Vincent had any back-up moves, but he knew that Marcus wouldn't be able to treat the magic spell as a flat A like this.

Not to mention whether the recovery speed of mana can keep up, just shouting these spells from the throat will make you smoke.

"Short hands and feet - the sky is full of smoke - long beards -"

Another series of curses continued, and Marcus's breathing became noticeably heavier.

He immediately used the Iron Armor Curse to protect the front.

"Wayne didn't take the opportunity to attack. He was giving Flint time to recover?"

The only student who could see what Vincent was doing was Hermione, who had made a guess before.

As for the professors, there are only four.

Sprout didn't have much actual combat experience, but he already suspected whether there was any deep meaning behind it.

Flitwick has rich dueling experience, only slightly later than Dumbledore.

"You're just trying to be clever!" Snape said with a very ugly expression on his face.

Dare to copy the magic spell openly, it can only be said that it is a bold person who is a master of art.

But he calculated countless things, but he missed all the calculations, and all the curses will end.

McGonagall slightly restrained her joyful expression and said, "Severus, there is no rule against learning the spells that the other party has used."

Snape didn't retort, but his face became even more ugly.

"Filius, how long do you think it will take?" Dumbledore picked up a candy from the dish that had been arranged.

Flitwick did not answer on the spot, but waited until he was so stimulated by the smell of candy that he frowned.

"Based on Mr. Wayne's faster and faster movements, I think it's just a little bit different."

Dumbledore swallowed the candy as if he was very determined, "I knew a long time ago that he is actually a child who hides his pride very deeply.

Although I hate to admit it, some students in Slytherin have always been very prejudiced against his origin."

The professors all looked towards Draco.

Next to him, Crabbe and Goyle, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne were all the main force.

Snape's eyes changed slightly, "Only magic can defeat magic. This method of bringing the enemy to the same level doesn't mean anything."

"But this is a signal." Mag looked at Marcus who was resuming his attack in the mist.

"It proves that Muggles are not useless, and there are many things that wizards can learn with humility."

"Ta-ta-ta-" footsteps came from the stairs of the stands.

Snape, who was about to say something, followed the others' gaze and looked over.

Traufani, who had fluffy curly hair and was dressed slovenly, sat next to Mag under several pairs of puzzled eyes.

"Sybil?" Mag pursed her lips, "I thought you wouldn't come to join in the fun."

"I received a call from destiny." Traufani naturally picked up a bottle of wine on the side, "Great!

Ah—I mean, the exchange today was great."

She uncorked the bottle very smoothly and took a sip with intoxication, "The three-year-old is my favorite!"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Sibyl, it's quite difficult to get you out of the castle."

Traufany looked around, as if searching for something.

McGonagall moved her gaze to the empty seat next to Snape.

"Oh - so Professor Binns is here too!"

Under the bright sun, the ghost is really not very conspicuous.

Traufany poured a glass of sherry and drank half of it happily, "The blond student is Wayne, right? My third eye has already seen the result."

None of the professors paid any attention to her, even Dumbledore who couldn't control himself and picked up another piece of candy.

"He lost in a very embarrassing manner and was completely embarrassed in front of the teachers and students in the school."

Magson frowned, "Thank you for your prophecy, Sybil."

"You're welcome." Traufani refilled her drink and her eyes began to drift away from the ring.

Marcus changed tactics.

Now every time he casts a curse, he will take a step closer to Vincent's position.

Shortening the distance makes it easier for magic to hit, which seems to be an advantage.

But those who knew the inside story all understood that this approach was stupid.

The more clearly you see, the faster you learn.

After knocking off more than a dozen stone cones in a row, Vincent basically memorized all these curses.

Marcus, who was less than ten feet away, suddenly squatted down and pointed his wand at the ring in front of him, "Wayne, let me see if you can continue to take your time!

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Falling apart—legs stiff and dead—"

A whole stone slab that could be five feet high rose up and rolled forward with great force.

If you remove the leg-locking curse, you will be hit. If you want to hide, the next evil curse is waiting for you.

No matter which one Vincent chooses, he seems to be in crisis.

But he chose to point the wand to his chest and disappear before the stone fell.

"Emergency appearance——"

After applying the Appearance Curse four or five times in a row, all that can be seen are the small broken stones floating in the air.

"Thousands of bullets fired——"

Marcus, who was half-crouching, quickly fell forward and rolled in the opposite direction from the source of the sound.

"The floor collapsed—"

He was caught off guard and one of his legs was trapped in the swamp.

The moment he pulled it out, he suddenly arched his back and scratched his face as if he had been hit by something.

Vincent released the illusion spell and retracted the right fist that hit his stomach.

"You-you are actually learning my magic!"

"Thank you for the demonstration." He put his left hand holding the wand against his right shoulder, bent slightly and gave Marcus a gentleman's salute.

"Damn bastard!"

"Protect everything——"

This fist, which was only half the size of a face, was stopped by a palm radiating heat.

"Pa—" The wand that Marcus stretched out was also stopped by his blow.

Alder is an extremely strong wood, and Vincent can safely challenge any wand head-on.

"It's about to bend."

"Ah!!!" Marcus roared and hit his forehead hard.

While Vincent was hiding to the right, the hand holding his fist was still turning outwards.

With a "croak" sound, Marcus' left shoulder was dislocated.

Vincent twisted his arms to his back and bent his knees against his knees.

Marcus, whose legs were not straight, lowered himself and knelt on one knee on the ring.

"Knockout! Wayne controlled Flint in an instant!

This is this year's competition - oh no, I mean this is a very practical fighting skill." Li was so excited that he was a little incoherent.

If it were a regular wizard duel, Vincent would have won by now.

On the arena.

"I know you won't admit defeat."

Marcus felt the pressure behind him disappear, and a strong sense of shame suddenly surged into his heart.

Of course he won't give up.

It's just 1:1, there are still plenty of opportunities.

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