This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"Flint's attack was very impatient, and he threw out curses as if he didn't need mana.

Wayne's defense was flawless. Except for the 1 point lost at the beginning, he hasn't lost any points in the ten minutes since the start."

Lee didn't know if Vincent had any tricks, but he knew that Marcus couldn't use the spells as a basic attack.

Let alone whether the mana recovery speed could keep up, just shouting out these spells would make his throat smoke.

"Short arms and short legs - smoke and dust all over the sky - long beard -"

Another series of curses went down, and Marcus's breathing became much heavier.

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

"Wayne didn't take the opportunity to attack,

Is he giving Flint time to recover?"

The only student who could see what Vincent was doing was Hermione, who had guessed it before.

On the professors' side, there were only four.

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

Flitwick had rich experience in duels, only slightly behind Dumbledore.

"You are just playing these little tricks!" Snape's face looked very bad.

He dared to copy the spell openly, which can only be said to be a bold and skilled person.

And he had calculated everything, but he missed the end of all the spells.

McGonagall slightly restrained her joyful expression,

"Severus,

There is no rule that prohibits learning the spells used by the other party."

Snape did not refute,

but his face became even uglier.

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

Flitwick did not answer on the spot, but waited for him to frown because of the taste of the candy.

"From Mr. Wayne's increasingly fast movements, I think the angle is just a little off."

Dumbledore swallowed the candy as if he had made a great decision, "I knew a long time ago that he was actually a child who hid his pride very deeply.

Although I am reluctant to admit it, some students in Slytherin have always been very prejudiced against his background."

The professors all looked at Draco.

Crabbe and Goyle, Blaise and Pansy, and Daphne beside him were the main forces.

Snape's eyes changed slightly, "Only magic can defeat magic, and this practice of pulling the enemy to the same level does not mean anything."

"But this is a signal." McGonagall looked at Marcus who was attacking again in the fog.

"It can prove that Muggles are not useless, and there are many things worth learning from for wizards."

"Da-da-da-da-" footsteps came from the stairs of the stands.

Snape, who was about to say something, looked over with the eyes of others.

Traufany, with her fluffy curly hair and unkempt appearance, sat next to McGonagall under several pairs of puzzled eyes.

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

"I received a call from fate. Traufany naturally picked up a bottle of wine on the side,

"Excellent!

Ah - I mean today's communication is excellent."

She opened the cork very smoothly,

and took a sip with an intoxicated face,

"Three years old,

It happens to be my favorite!"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head,

"Sybill, it's quite difficult to get you out of the castle."

Traufany looked around, as if she was looking for something.

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

"Oh - so Professor Binns is here too! "

Under the scorching sun, ghosts are not very conspicuous.

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

The professors ignored her, even Dumbledore, who couldn't control his hand and picked up another piece of candy.

"He lost miserably and lost face in front of the whole school."

McGonagall relaxed her frown, "Thank you for your prediction, Sybil."

"You're welcome. "Trophane refilled her cup, her eyes began to wander around the ring.

Marcus changed his strategy.

Every time he cast a curse, he would move closer to Vincent.

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

But several people who know the inside story understand that this approach is stupid.

The clearer you see, the faster you will learn.

After Vincent knocked down more than a dozen stone spikes in a row, he basically memorized all the curses.

Marcus, who was less than ten feet away, suddenly squatted down and pointed his wand at the ring in front of him, "Wayne,

I want to see if you can continue to be leisurely!

"Shattered into pieces--legs stiffened and stopped dead--"

A whole five-foot-high stone slab rose up,

rolled and smashed forward with great momentum.

If you want to remove the leg-locking curse, you will be smashed, and if you want to dodge, there will be another evil curse waiting.

No matter which one Vincent chooses, it seems that he will be in danger.

But he chose to point the wand at his chest and disappear before the stone slab falls.

"Quickly show up--"

After four or five consecutive appearance spells, the only things that can be seen are the small pieces of broken stones that fell and floated in the air.

"Ten thousand bullets fired--"

The half-crouching Marcus quickly fell forward and rolled in the opposite direction 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 out, he suddenly bent his waist and pinched his face as if he was hit by something.

Vincent untied the Disillusionment Spell and retracted his right fist that hit his stomach.

"You--you are actually learning my magic!"

"Thank you for your demonstration." He held the wand with his left hand against his right shoulder, slightly bent over and saluted Marcus.

"Damn bastard!"

"All protection--"

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

"Snap--" The wand that Marcus stretched out was also stopped by him.

Alder is an extremely strong wood, so Vincent can boldly fight against any wand.

"It's going to bend."

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

While Vincent dodged to the right, the hand holding his fist was also turned outward with force.

With a "crack", Marcus' left shoulder was dislocated.

Vincent twisted his arm to his back and bent his knee to press against his knee joint.

Marcus, whose legs could not be straightened, lowered his body and knelt on one knee on the ring.

"A decisive blow! Wayne controlled Flint in an instant!

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

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

On the ring.

"I know you won't admit defeat."

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

Of course he would not give up.

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

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