Chapter 119 International Wizards Duel Competition (Modified)

When night fell completely and darkness engulfed the ground, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team pulled up and ended practice.

The team members walked and talked, compared the performance of different brooms, and returned to the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle with ease and joy.

After saying goodbye to the team members, Allen returned to the dormitory to wash up quickly, and then went to Professor Flitwick's office refreshed.

Just when he came to the professor's door, Allen raised his hand to knock on the door, but the door creaked, and he opened his arms.

Professor Flitwick held his wand and looked at Allen kindly. On the table in front of him were two plates of exquisite pastries and a large pot of honey citron tea. Even before Allen stepped into the office, he could already smell the fragrance and sweetness.

Stepping into the office, Allen found that there was an empty space in front of Professor Flitwick's thirteen windows with excellent views, which was obviously a venue for training Allen in duels.

"Come on, Alan, we can have a chat about duels before we officially practice. And you can take a break too. I saw you didn't come back from the Quidditch training ground for a long time. You came here so quickly , Obviously need to rest!" Professor Flitwick poured a large cup of honey grapefruit tea for Allen.

"Thank you, Professor!" After Alan thanked, he picked up the teacup and took a big gulp, the sweet taste covering the whole mouth.

"For us wizards, dueling is not just the patent of knights and nobles, nor is it just a dangerous game of fighting for love and defending reputation. In the history of the development of the magic world, it is also a long-standing legal system, a far-reaching Cultural fashion. This is a masculine game that sounds like a knight, and in fact, the founder of Gryffindor was good at it." As soon as Allen sat down, Professor Flitwick Can't wait to open the topic, in fact, when he was in the sorting school, he was almost sorted into Gryffindor.

I saw Professor Flitwick talking eloquently, with a fiery gleam in his eyes. It's like fans seeing a wonderful football game, children seeing sweet candies, and boys seeing their favorite girls.

"Wizard duels are definitely more than just private fights. In the past, wizard duels could be regarded as a method of judging the truth. People believed that Merlin would guarantee that the truth-teller would win the duel." Flitwick The professor took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

"Nowadays, the International Magic Union holds an 'International Wizards Duel Contest' every six years. Wizards from various countries will participate and fight for honor for their own country. This is also a measure of the development of wizard power in various countries. A display of the magic world." Allen listened very intently, watching the professor's words and actions.

Professor Flitwick suddenly raised his voice, "And we have won the championship of the 'International Wizarding Duel Competition' for three consecutive times!" Professor Flitwick's expression was full of pride.

"So when will the next International Wizards Duel Contest be held?" Allen asked curiously.

"Six years later, in fact, this competition has just ended during your first-year summer vacation. As a former champion, I am honored to witness the birth of a new champion, a master with both courage and wisdom - Kingsley Shaq Er!" Professor Flitwick's tone was full of admiration.

"It's him!" Allen suddenly realized that Kingsley is a wizard with outstanding abilities. In the "Moon Gem" operation, Allen has seen his extraordinary skills. This is a stable, reliable, and trustworthy wizard. . With such a proud honor, super strength, and extraordinary performance.

"You know him?" Professor Flitwick asked in surprise.

"Yes, my elder brother Albert Harris is also an Auror, so I was honored to meet Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt." Allen briefly explained the reason.

"Albert, I remember him, this is an excellent student of Ravenclaw! Transfiguration is extremely good,

Professor McGonagall likes him! "Professor Flitwick recalled Albert with relief.

"Of course, compared with them, Alan, your potential is better, but because of this, you should hurry up and prepare in the past few years." Professor Flitwick is very proud. He firmly believes that Alan Ren was also the most gifted student Ravenclaw ever had.

"Okay, it's almost time to rest, why don't we move and carry out actual combat training." Professor Flitwick stood up.

Allen also stood up respectfully, and moved to the open space under the window with Professor Flitwick.

"You are the same age as Leonard's student, and you are only for sparring. You should not use powerful magic in a duel, so there is a magic spell that is extremely useful in this situation, and it is—" Foley Before Professor Wei finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, the door opened, and a freshman from Ravenclaw's junior class ran in with a panicked expression, "Professor, Roger and Marcus Flint of Slytherin are fighting." The Ravenclaw and Slytherin Quidditch players all look very angry, if you don't stop it, the result will be unpredictable!"

"Thank you, Joseph, we'll go and have a look." Professor Flitwick immediately stood up. Allen also got up from his seat immediately to keep up.

The thin, brown-haired Joseph led the way, and soon came to the entrance hall on the first floor.

I saw a lot of young wizards pointing on the stairs and in the corridor on the second floor, and many Slytherin and Ravenclaw students drew out their wands, fighting if they disagreed.

Suddenly a loud "all petrified" came, a flash of light flashed, and Ravenclaw's Chaser Bradley was hit by Marcus's spell.

The extremely angry Ravenclaws immediately fought back, spells of various colors intertwined in the air, you come and go, it's so lively!

"Stop all of them!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice was drowned in the din, and the scene became more and more chaotic. Even the first-year freshmen, who didn't know any magic spells, adopted the way of Muggle fighting. Torn and wrestled together.

Behind Professor Flitwick, Allen secretly drew out his wand, aimed at Marcus Flint, who was waving the Slytherin wand the fastest and most unscrupulously, "fainted!"

Marcus was hit by the spell and fell to the ground. Ravenclaw's Penelope reacted quickly and added a few spells. Marcus's head grew dense red at a speed visible to the naked eye. big bag.