The two children cautiously eyed Snape's darkened face.
He flicked his robes, turned around, and no longer looked at the two of them.
No, he had to deduct points from someone, otherwise, it would bother him.
"Hmm… a very beautiful duel, but I must pour some cold water on you." Professor Flitwick's voice rang out.
"Firstly, you crossed the initial boundary of the duelling arena. Secondly, resorting to any means for victory, even if it means harming yourself, is essentially an act that greatly undermines the spirit of duelling!
Children, you must remember, duelling is a sport, and it may involve some elements of violence.
But! It is absolutely not pure brute force and recklessness!!" He gave a precise judgment from the perspective of a duellist.
The two Little Wizards could only nod in acknowledgment of their mistake, then quickly apologized to those around them.
Hermione's control over the rain curtain was already barely enough, and after the steam came out, the situation indeed went a bit out of control…
"I'm truly sorry."
"Sorry for interrupting your duel."
… …
Soon, this Duelling Club lesson came to an end. There wasn't much time left for spell practice; most of it was dedicated to the children expending their energy.
And several spectators seemed as if they had been given an adrenaline shot.
As soon as it ended, they eagerly stepped forward, asking the Professor when the next club recruitment would be and if there were any related assessments.
"Oh, speaking of that…" Howl shook his head helplessly: "The next recruitment might be next semester."
"Alright…" The boy named Colin was a bit disappointed.
He used to only want to photograph Harry, and to not delay this important endeavor, he chose not to join the Duelling Club.
However, observing so often, he gradually found his hands itching to participate.
"Cheer up," Howl comforted him: "Actually, it's not without opportunity. For example, you can participate in our competition and enter the club early!"
"Competition?!" Colin was a bit confused.
As he spoke, he looked at the children below who hadn't dispersed yet, waiting to ask Madam Pomfrey for healing salve.
"I had originally planned to announce it in a few days, but since a student here has asked…"
At this moment, Draco was pulling back his lips.
Beside him, Crabbe held a small vial containing healing powder, mixed with dittany and other herbs.
"Pour a little! Don't pour too much!" he said sternly.
This stuff was both bitter and burned the wound; he didn't want to get it all in his mouth.
Madam Pomfrey said that internal mouth wounds, if not treated or only simply treated with magic, could easily lead to small wounds festering and forming painful ulcers…
"Just a little!" Draco reiterated.
"Okay." Crabbe nodded seriously, then carefully tilted the bottle.
"I announce! In the spring semester, the Duelling Club will launch Hogwarts' first — Duelling Competition!!"
The entire hall froze.
Including Crabbe.
"Ah!! Crabbe, what are you doing!!" The powder sprayed out with Draco's roar.
And it was Draco's roar that broke the silence.
The next moment, the entire Great Hall erupted in a tremendous cheer, as if to shatter the ceiling!
"Duelling Competition?!"
"Damn it! Wood, forget about your broken Quidditch." George immediately shouted loudly.
Fred also had a sorrowful expression: "Wood, you know I've always been a member of the Duelling Club.
We've had many wonderful times together, the atmosphere here is incredibly good, friends say trash talk before matches is great, and casting spells is cool. I think I'll have a great Potion reaction with the Duelling Competition.
Sometimes it's hard to make a decision, and after many nights of thinking, I've decided to bring my talent to the Duelling Competition. I'm already eager to sign up. As for Quidditch? Congratulations to them!"
"You two traitors!!" Wood said in disbelief, then turned his head.
"Wait, Ariana, what do you mean by looking at me like that?!"
"Wood, I also want to…"
And amidst these noisy discussions, one person rushed straight to the front.
"Professor… mmm…"
"Draco, is something wrong?" Howl looked at his face, a mixture of anticipation and seriousness, and also swollen and red from the burning powder in his mouth.
"By… by year group?… Where will the duel be held…" Draco panted, eager to know.
"Hmm… it seems our Mr. Draco is no longer satisfied with duelling against his own year group," Howl's lips curled up.
"However, there will indeed be an inter-year stage."
"Is it important?" Draco pressed again.
Howl had already detected a longing in his eagerness.
He nodded, affirming: "As the organizer, I naturally hope that the competition I put together will be the focus of everyone's attention.
I will also do my best to work towards this goal, hoping to give you a truly fair, truly dazzling stage."
"Good!!" Draco, for some reason, nodded with extreme solemnity: "Professor, thank you!"
After saying that, he turned around, seemingly casually scanning the crowd, then paused momentarily in a certain direction before quickly covering it up.
Looking at that figure, Draco's knuckles flexed.
"Good, so good!!"
"I will absolutely! Absolutely crush you on this stage!!"
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