It was the same point as before: daily necessities are not bad. But in a closed environment, this was the only option the children could think of.
It was like breaking these children's wings and then saying they couldn't fly in the first place...
With his arrival, many Little Wizards were already exhausted, and quite a few were injured.
Someone seemed to want to quit, suddenly realizing in the battle that he didn't want this, being hit hurt a lot.
Someone fought with increasing courage, his body flushed red, feeling an endless supply of strength.
Someone covered the blood at the corner of his mouth, shouting for another round later.
Seamus helped Ron, who was dazed, having been severely hit by a spell and fallen to the ground.
Howl raised his hand, and healing spells quickly spread throughout the Great Hall. In the blink of an eye, all the children were restored to their original state, feeling full of energy.
Some children even seemed to have the idea of another round.
Howl walked towards the stage, Dumbledore stood at the edge of the Great Hall door, watching the children.
"Alright, time's up!"
"I think now, you can somewhat understand what a true duel is. Can anyone tell me?"
"Knock down the person opposite you, that's a duel!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Yes! But also no!"
His steps were quick, and he was already standing on the arena.
"To defeat an enemy by any means necessary, that's combat. A duel has rules!
Of course, these so-called rules are essentially to ensure that everyone's right to fair competition is not violated.
You wouldn't want to agree to a duel, only for me to sneak into your dormitory tonight and hide your wand, would you?"
A low rumble of laughter erupted below, and a fourth-year Slytherin student asked curiously: "Professor, we haven't seen you show us anything yet."
Howl looked back at Snape, unsure if he had prompted that question.
"I am not that foolish," Snape spat out each word, his expression displeased.
"Alright then," Howl nodded: "Then we... shall have a match."
As he spoke, Howl saw Professor Flitwick also preparing for battle.
"Both of you together?"
"Isn't this what you hoped for?"
Howl's gaze shifted between the two, then he looked towards Dumbledore by the Great Hall.
Since he was also here, making it a bit bigger would still be manageable.
Thinking this, Howl nodded: "Alright, then, to show my respect to both of you."
With that, he tucked his wand into his sleeve, then straightened his coat.
"Putting away your wand... Is this what you call respect?!" Snape's face darkened.
But the next moment, Howl spread his right hand, space twisted and turned, and a huge raven-headed wand appeared, immediately drawing gasps from the Little Wizards.
At the same time, robes gradually appeared on his body, swaying with an invisible wind.
"Truly an old-school Wizard!" Professor Flitwick laughed heartily, his fighting spirit boiling.
Howl waved his wand, and on the arena, a shield similar to the one before reappeared.
The Little Wizards below gasped, looking in surprise at Howl's enormous wand and the intricate blue-green robes.
"This... is Mr. Jones's real wand?"
"To be honest, this is what a Wizard looked like in my mind when I didn't receive my Hogwarts letter!"
"He looks so strong, no, is Mr. Jones going to fight two against one?!"
Ignoring the noisy chatter below, the three on stage formed a triangular stance, then they bowed slightly and walked towards their respective sides.
Some Little Wizards in the back row saw Dumbledore raise his hand, pointing at the rolling thunderclouds on the ceiling.
On stage, the three held their wands in front of them, adopting battle stances. The entire Great Hall, with hundreds of people, was silent.
The rolling thunderclouds in the sky churned continuously, and thick raindrops fell on the glass skylight.
Dumbledore didn't count down, but suddenly dropped his hand.
At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck.
"Confringo—"
"Impedimenta—"
Two spells immediately appeared from Professor Flitwick's and Snape's wand tips. At the same time, Professor Flitwick grabbed forward with one hand, followed by a silent, wandless, low-level spell.
However, it might still produce a miraculous effect.
Conjunctivitis Curse—
On Howl's side, at the moment the lightning struck, he raised one hand, and the stone bricks on the ground turned into sharp spikes, swiftly attacking Snape.
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