Harry nervously watched the stage; he was all too familiar with Snape's gaze. Whenever he met that look, it meant Snape was about to launch an attack on that person.
He was often subjected to Snape's harsh treatment in this manner.
"I think some people should perhaps express their sincerity. On the other hand, I'm also very curious if he is truly qualified to stand in that position," Snape said in a low, slow voice, his lips barely moving.
Professor Flitwick felt a bit embarrassed. "That position"—this description was too exaggerated, wasn't it?
Those who knew would understand he was referring to the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.
Those who didn't might think he was talking about the Chief of the Wizengamot.
However, he completely agreed with Snape's suggestion. Although saying this might make him lose some face, he was the losing party in the previous battle.
He was indeed warmed up, his fighting spirit high.
But decades of stable professorship had truly dulled his reaction speed and combat thinking by more than a little.
So, the previous battle, in a practical sense, was more like a warm-up…
Moreover, he also really wanted to see the specific performance of Howl's ancient Wizarding World magic in combat!
There was no better opportunity than today.
"Of course," Howl nodded, "I really can't think of a reason to refuse."
Since that was the case, he naturally had no reason to refuse.
An invitation to battle, in his eyes, was several times more attractive than a girl's slender hand extended during a violin piece. Splashing blood and a fiercely burning arena were far better than the soft, lullaby-like symphony!
If there had to be music, he hoped it would be Chris's rock album for him.
"However, I think you two need some time to rest now. At the same time, we can't just let the Little Wizards watch us make a fuss, can we?"
Snape looked directly into Howl's eyes, and after confirming that this was not an excuse to buy time, he nodded.
However, it wasn't until Howl stepped onto the stage and faced the children that he suddenly reacted, casting his gaze towards Professor Flitwick.
"You… need to rest…"
"Does this mean… one against the two of us?!"
These words were not spoken aloud, but the expressions exchanged between them conveyed this exact message.
Professor Flitwick was clearly very surprised. He stroked his beard and nodded with a chuckle.
"He really means that."
Actually, the two of them misunderstood Howl's intention. After all, there were so many children watching. If he really did that, it would be a situation where losing was justified and winning would make him a legend.
On the other hand, for the two Professors, regardless of winning or losing, their authority and standing in the eyes of the children would likely be diminished.
He didn't want that, as he didn't need to leave any so-called "tall figure" in the hearts of these Little Wizards.
What he had just said was mainly because he wasn't sure who he would be fighting, as both of them seemed to have a strong desire to battle.
"As you just saw, in the Duelling Club, the activities you participate in are for real duels. In the classroom, it's about learning dueling.
The former is for gaining victory, acquiring more powerful dueling techniques and spells.
And the latter is for our safety."
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