This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 150 Duel? No, this is an exchange!

After Vincent let go of his hand, he took two steps back leisurely.

"Realigning the bones -" Marcus said with a sullen face as he used magic to restore the dislocated arm.

This time he did not act rashly, and even took the opportunity to regain his breath.

He is arrogant in his words, but the other person is arrogant in his actions.

"Wayne once again chose to give up the attack, and we can clearly see Flint's helpless expression!"

The fog is a bit hazy, but it looks like this.

"Wayne is obviously scared!" Brace's face turned red, and his whole body showed dissatisfaction.

Li didn't even look at him, "Some people don't seem to have sportsmanship and don't even know the most basic etiquette."

"This is a duel!"

"Ah, yes, Flint is a fifth grader after all, and Wayne's approach fully implements his intention of 'friendly' communication."

The little lions, who were holding back their evil smiles, glanced sideways.

Blaise, who had lost all face and face, was pulled back to sit down by Draco.

"It's not over yet."

"I know!"

Although Pansy didn't say anything, the anger on her face could not be concealed.

"Marcus will win." Daphne suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, "Although All Curses can eliminate most magic, there is no way Wayne will not make mistakes."

The pride that comes from the Flint family makes Marcus win at all costs.

"Wayne, I'm going to win!"

He used the Disappearance Charm and disappeared under Vincent's nose.

"Flint--well, borrowing and plagiarism are within the rules."

Li pursed his lips, "In the past, Wayne learned the curse on the spot, and later, Flint used the same tactics.

I personally feel that this exchange match between the Court of Owls and Black Swan fits the theme very well."

Mag slowly withdrew his gaze.

From the time Marcus used the Disguise Curse, victory or defeat no longer mattered.

Even Snape, who had a black face throughout the whole process, had to admit that concealed attacks were fatal to wizards.

Although Marcus disappeared below, the sound of moving was still quite obvious.

Vincent suddenly turned to the left and stretched his feet forward.

There was a "pop" sound, as if something hit the ring.

Marcus stood up quickly, trying his best to suppress the sound of his footsteps.

Without professional training, it is not impossible to use magic to eliminate it.

But he simply looked down upon the auxiliary Quiet Step Spell.

"Wayne jumped up and he seemed to have stepped on Flint!"

Vincent seemed to be floating in the ring.

Marcus, who was being stepped on on the back, stretched out his big hand and grabbed his left leg tightly.

"Wayne is squatting down. What is he going to do?"

Vincent held the wand in his mouth and struck it like a sandbag.

No matter how strong Marcus was, he would let go after carrying him for more than a dozen times.

As soon as his body was supported a little, Vincent pushed his knees down.

"Flint has become a human punching bag and Wayne's score continues to rise!"

The number for the red barrier stopped at 33.

Vincent, who put his feet back on the ring, shook his hand and took out the wand in his mouth with his left hand.

Marcus' figure suddenly appeared.

The originally white shirt was stained with a lot of dust, and his whole face looked particularly ferocious.

"Bah——" He spat out a mouthful of bloody spit.

It is extremely hurtful and even more insulting.

But now he just wants to win.

"Wayne!!!"

Vincent flicked his wand and blocked the upward knee with his steaming right arm.

"Collapsed -" Marcus had just finished chanting the spell when the aimed wand was knocked off-angle.

The stun spell hit the barrier, splashing with brilliant sparks.

He didn't believe in evil and pointed the wand over again.

"Expelliarmus!"

The alder wand, which lit up with light blue light, successfully eliminated the disarming spell.

Just when he was about to recite the third spell, Vincent suddenly lowered himself and pressed his chest with his shoulder.

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"Everything is petrified——"

Before Marcus' body stiffened, he glanced down and saw a wand pressed against his lower abdomen.

"No!" Blaise stood up in horror, then sat back down in despair.

Maybe Merlin showed up, or maybe he had enough willpower.

Marcus, who was about to fall down, actually raised his hands tremblingly.

"Just--just to this--to this extent?"

Vincent didn't answer, just gave him a gentle push with his right hand.

"Winter" sounded.

"It should be lighter." He muttered to himself, squatting down and raising the wand with a troubled face.

Marcus's hole shrank instantly.

Lighter?

Should I be gentler when pushing, or should I be gentler with the petrification spell?

"All curses will end——"

Although his body was free again, he did not stand up immediately.

"Flint was probably looking for an opportunity to make a sneak attack, but it's a pity that Wayne never took his attention away from him."

Li's explanation is reasonable and the situation seems to be true.

“Why? Wayne—

Why should this spell be lifted?"

Vincent stood up straight in a bored tone, "Don't get me wrong, I am a person with a clear distinction between grudges and grudges."

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?" Marcus stared blankly at the sky, still holding the wand tightly in his right hand.

"right."

He slowly sat up and looked at the slightly bent wand in his hand.

If you want to embarrass others, you must first be prepared to embarrass yourself.

"I know what you really want to do."

"Is it obvious?" Vincent shrugged.

"Humph!" Marcus stood up.

If it was because he wanted to record spells and actions in the first place, then giving up the chance to win many times later would probably not be as simple as embarrassing him.

From the beginning to now, even Filch who was guarding the castle gate knew who would win in the end.

There are no Slytherins in the Court of Owls, and there are no Gryffindors in Black Swan.

As a prefect, I still have the ability to see through people's hearts.

"Continue!" Marcus twisted his neck, fully alert.

Vincent suppressed his smile.

Many students who initially thought it was a duel suddenly realized that it was actually an exchange.

Vincent was given all the opportunities to show off his charisma.

After it ends, the number of members of the Court of Owls Club will definitely grow.

On the other hand, in the Black Swan Club, Marcus's unscrupulous tactics look as ridiculous as a clown's.

The outcome in the ring is unknown, but the winner between the clubs has been decided.

Dumbledore in the stands picked up a piece of candy and held it in his mouth with a satisfied smile.

It tastes very bitter, so bitter that you either spit it out or swallow it whole.

"Oh - I'm still not used to this smell."

Mag glanced at Traufany who was opening the second bottle of sherry.

He was quite embarrassed, and he was indeed embarrassed in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

It's just that the prophecy object was changed from Vincent to Marcus.

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