He himself wasn't a good person, so why bother caring about others.
"Professor, will the club teach other things? Things not learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Someone could only turn to ask other questions.
"Of course." Howl nodded.
With that, his gaze gradually turned dangerous.
"The only difference between here and the classroom is that here, it is a real duel!"
After he finished, the audience below was filled with confusion, looking at each other.
"What does he mean?"
"Aren't we learning real duelling in class?"
Howl snapped his fingers, "Of course, we learn real duelling in class.
But, think back, what did I just say?"
Soon, a Little Wizard reacted, hesitating: "Here, it is a real duel?!"
Howl nodded, confirming this answer.
"Alright, enough small talk. I'm sure you're all very curious about what a real duel is.
So, for this, Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape have unanimously decided to use a practical demonstration as the answer!"
As he spoke, flames suddenly flared up around the stage.
Professor Snape's mouth twitched, doing his best to maintain his expression: "Showmanship!"
But Professor Flitwick, looking at the blazing flames around the stage, felt his long-dormant brain stir once more.
This was it, the stage that once belonged to him, accompanied by clashing spells and splashing blood!
He was young and volatile back then!
As a Goblin half-blood, he had once roamed the Wizarding World, inevitably facing discrimination and suppression from ordinary Wizards.
And his favorite thing to do was to beat every self-important person on the arena until they were utterly defeated!
But later, he realized something.
The discrimination in people's hearts is a great mountain.
Even if he defeated everyone in the world, and won countless championship trophies and belts, at most he could only change the perception of a small circle towards him.
So he chose to come to Hogwarts, to be here, with the children.
This was him, decades later, returning to the "arena"!
A strange yet familiar feeling slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, not born out of thin air, but a powerful, unique fighting spirit of a duellist that he had buried deep within.
Howl's figure had already moved to the stage floor at some point. Professor Snape felt the aura emanating from Professor Flitwick and frowned slightly.
Professor Flitwick had also been his Professor, and this was the first time he had seen this Professor in such a state.
"Come, Severus!" Professor Flitwick smiled.
"Filius, this is just a demonstration!" Professor Snape couldn't help but remind him, even though he had just been displeased with the term "demonstration"!
"I know, otherwise I would have acted as soon as the flames appeared." Professor Flitwick nodded, a gentle smile on his face.
But it still couldn't hide the vigorous fighting spirit in his eyes.
Howl stood below, slightly lowering the height of the flames. At the same time, a transparent membrane gradually extended from within the ring of fire, clinging to the void, forming a large dome.
Howl, rarely, seriously channeled his small wand.
He dared not underestimate these two, and he had promised them earlier that they could use whatever means they wished.
If his Shield Charm was easily broken, it wouldn't be fun.
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