Star-Lord

Because he inherited Ron's memories from this world, Ron knew the rules and tactics of dueling.

In duo battles, both your team and the enemy team have two lives.

After three victories, you will have one chance to copy the enemy's magic.

That's why Harry emphasizes that the magic his enemies possess is very advanced.

They just used a targeted tactic, which involved killing one enemy twice.

The remaining person, even with two lives, is essentially left with only one life without teammates, and facing a two-on-one situation, can only face defeat.

However, during the duel, Harry and Ron made a mistake, and an enemy teammate died in their place.

In other words, they just killed their opponent three times, wasting their damage output.

The term "revive" refers to the act of a teammate reviving a fallen teammate while the team still has remaining health, at the cost of being unable to cast spells for a period of time.

But Ron failed to dodge, resulting in both he and Harry being defeated by the enemy while still alive.

"It must be Lavender talking about you. Let's do it again," Harry said, then closed his eyes and lay down.

"Again," Ron nodded.

Even when he entered the Duel Arena again, Ron couldn't help but feel the same sense of pride he felt the first time.

Consciousness rose higher and higher, descending upon the ancient battlefield, where every mark seemed to tell a moving epic. Countless burning gazes seemed to come from all directions, making one's blood boil.

Knock knock knock!

The war drums resounded across the battlefield.

The stone ground became smooth and flat, the white mist in front of them dissipated, and what appeared was a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket, looking silly and waving his arms wildly to music, and a raccoon that walked upright and carried a huge metal wand, a weapon that Muggle called a gun.

"Quill, stop your stupid dance, the duel has begun." The raccoon spoke in human language, then turned to Ron and taunted, "What are you looking at? Never seen Rocket before? Damn it, another Earthling. Let me make this clear, I'm not a raccoon."

"Quill, you're from the same country." He kicked the man. "I told you not to do that fucking stupid dance of yours. It's not cool at all. I should fucking be with Groot!"

The man in the leather jacket winced in pain, revealing his pain mask, but still insisted on finishing the last step. Then he ripped off his headphones, looking incredibly cool, and said in a low voice, "Come and Get Your Love, that's the name of the song I'm listening to. I'm Star-Lord, the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy who defeated Ronan the Ronan the Accuser and protected Xandar and even this entire galaxy."

Then she turned to the raccoon and said in a nasty tone, "I'm your captain! Rocket, you should give me some respect. I don't want to be with you either, but Gamora got angry with me for no reason today."

"A captain who can't even fix a spaceship," Rocket Raccoon quipped.

"This is your job. As the key figure, my job is simply to lead you." Star-Lord couldn't help but twist his leg, which had been kicked, then looked at Harry and Ron, unconsciously stepping in front of Rocket Raccoon. "Let you see—"

Just as he said "see you," a huge beam of light shot out from his side, and Rocket Raccoon jumped out and said, "Let me show you what Grandpa Rocket is capable of!"

Mean!

Harry and Ron, who were initially enjoying watching Star-Lord make a fool of himself, almost simultaneously had this thought.

Sacred Shield

Harry's right hand sparked a trail of silver Spark in the air, Spark then scattered and formed an inverted triangle of silver shield.

He successfully cast the superior spell [Armor Protection], which incorporated [Peacekeeper Patronus Charm and [Armor Charm], based on his subconscious reaction.

Crack!

Ron was even faster. To save time, he used his Apparition card and, without any prior action, simply twisted his body and disappeared from the spot.

Ultimately, the energy projectiles that enveloped the two ended with half bouncing off and the other half missing their targets.

The half of the projectile that bounced off Star-Lord, who was acting like a fool, was casually brushed aside by him.

He noticed Harry and Ron's surprise, spun around in place, and said, "My other half of my blood is said to come from the gods. Ever since I was 11 years old, when my divine power was activated, I have been this powerful."

"Gods?" Harry's expression turned serious.

This is not actually special in the universe.

The universe is full of gods, and these promiscuous beings have left behind various descendants on different planets.

Most of them, who would never have the chance to possess divine power in their entire lives, successfully activated it with the help of the Duel Arena.

But Harry has faced such opponents before: the same spell, with crude casting techniques, yet capable of sending bricks flying and producing extraordinary effects.

The Star-Lord before us, with his divine power and the way he casually blasted the energy cannon, is beyond what can be described as an ordinary demigod.

Most importantly

"You're so strong, how come you're only at the Epic Rank?" Ron, acting as Harry's mouthpiece, voiced Harry's thoughts. "And you're even matched with us."

The Duel Arena ranks are divided into Beginner, Rookie, Elite, Outstanding, Top, Chief, Epic, Legendary, Honor, and Hall of Fame.

Most ordinary people on Earth hover around the elite level.

Wizards who can cast spells without needing to regenerate mana and who can cast more spells are usually at the top level, which is also the rank of most Hogwarts students.

Harry and Ron are not the majority, but they are still considered excellent, that is, at the Epic Rank.

Harry, in particular, almost became a legend.

Keep in mind that Harry was only 14 years old.

The transition from epic to legendary is like a formidable barrier that has blocked the path of many wizards.

Even among Auror, those at the Legendary rank are considered among the elite.

This is why Harry rushed to Merlin Platform at all costs, because it was full of legendary-level guards.

But this isn't too difficult for a demigod.

Once you reach adulthood, with the magic of the system and the ability to replicate in the competition, as long as you dare to fight, you will naturally become a legend.

It's important to understand that a demigod whose divine power has been activated by the system is only different from a god in terms of lifespan.

The man before them was clearly very old, and was the son of a god, possessing divine power.

Upon hearing Ron's question, even Star-Lord, with his thick skin, couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

He shares a common concern among most middle-aged men—lack of stamina.

Of course, this is not the body.

Rather, it was the short-lived divine power he inherited from his cheap father.

If the battle lasts too long, his divine power will degenerate into ordinary magic.

As Star-Lord's teammate, Rocket Raccoon naturally knew the reason, and he sarcastically remarked, "Because Quill is a quick shooter, in every way."

"Nonsense!" Star-Lord jumped up and down in anger. "Gamora said I'm great! I swear on Yondu's life!"

"Yondu is really unlucky to have a son like you!" Rocket Raccoon scoffed.

"Why don't you just give up?" Harry suggested. "We can match up again after you've finished arguing."

It was indeed interesting to watch these two 'people' argue, but the thought that they might suddenly attack each other in the middle of the argument made him lose interest and patience.

"Give up?" Star-Lord held up his index finger and shook it from side to side. "That word doesn't exist in my dictionary, Tarantella Dance!"

He brandished the gun with his left hand, pointing the muzzle at the ground.

"What is he planning to do?" Ron was a little confused.

The biggest problem with control spells like the Dance Spell is that they're not aimed at the right person, but this leather-clad man aimed it at the ground. Did he lose his mind from dancing too much?

"Jump!" Harry shouted a reminder.

"What?" Ron asked, puzzled, but he still obeyed Harry's instructions.

The next second, he understood why.

The smooth surface began to shake violently, cracks appeared, and gravel flew everywhere.

Crack!

Ron instinctively Apparition, finding a relatively flat spot within the limited space.

However, the next second, cracks appeared and the ground shook violently.

"Fly!" Harry reminded him again.

"I can't." Ron was at a loss; he couldn't summon the Bird Serpent, or borrow its wings.

He dared not use any methods that 'Ron' would not employ; he had already revealed his Apparition without any warning, and could not do any more.

Then

Ron fell to the ground.

Harry, who was barely floating in mid-air, became the target.

Even though he was proficient in various Protective Charm, he was still shot in the head in the end because he had no foothold and his dodging speed was slow in flight.

Inside the Duelling Hall.

Harry opened his eyes again. "What bad luck! We actually encountered such a powerful demigod at this level."

Ron then opened his eyes. "That's Dance Spell? How can it create an earthquake?"

Harry said irritably, "It was mentioned in last year's A History of Magic, and Professor Flitwick even gave an example—teaching us how to make pineapples dance."

"Oh, was it mentioned?" Ron had no recollection of it.

"Do you know the origin of this magic spell?" Harry asked.

"I know that," Ron said, regaining some confidence. "Tarantella is the name of an Italian dance."

According to legend, in the mid-14th century, a strange infectious disease appeared in the area of Taranto, a city in southern Italy, caused by the bite of the Spider called Tarantula. The injured could only expel the toxins from their bodies by dancing wildly until they were drenched in sweat.

"Then how come you don't know that the Dance Spell works on both living and inanimate objects, even those without legs, as long as the Mana is strong enough?" Harry sighed. "The Dance Spell was invented in ancient Italy. In 79 AD, the wizard Zachariah Inosanti misused the Dance Spell on Mount Vesuvius, causing the volcano to erupt."

"You can do that?" Ron blinked.

He wasn't shocked by the new knowledge, but rather it was the first time he had felt that this Harry was different from the one he knew.

This Harry is more confident and a bit of a know-it-all.

Just like Hermione in first grade when she hadn't yet mellowed out her sharp edges.

But for some reason, he didn't feel the same annoyance towards Harry as he had towards Hermione back then; instead, he felt a sense of relief.

Wearing Skrull body and playing another Ron was a truly difficult task for him.

If he were only playing Ron, he could simply be himself.

As long as you pay attention to the common-sense issues caused by the differences between the two worlds, such as the fact that wizards in this world are more accustomed to using magic and advocate using magic for everything, everyone knows a bit of everyday household magic, and young wizards are equipped with wands from birth.

But the Skrull body constantly reminded him that he was not Ron; he was just a conman living under someone else's identity, whose identity could be exposed at any moment.

"Why not?" Harry said irritably, his tone somewhat dejected. "That Star-Lord knows me."

"As a prospective disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, he was first kidnapped by the Skrull, and then defeated by an unknown nobody."

Ron quickly reassured him, "That guy is pretty famous in the universe, Guardians of the Galaxy, protecting the entire galaxy!"

Amidst the brilliant starry sky, a streamlined, eagle-shaped spaceship in Blue Silver is Speed along.

If any human were to step inside the cockpit, they would be quite surprised, as it's filled with elements from the 1980s: scratch and sniff stickers, Alf trading cards, and Sony's first-generation Walkman.

It is the [Milano] that Star-Lord has been piloting since he was 10 years old, and which has been upgraded and expanded to this day.

Unlike its original fate, it was not severely damaged and replaced by the [Beta Ray Bill's Ship] when it fled the Sovereign.

Possessing magic, and being even stronger than the original Guardians of the Galaxy, they easily escaped the golden statues.

The space inside it was also expanded to an exaggerated degree by Rocket Raccoon, who can also be called an alchemy master.

The space was so spacious that Star-Lord even installed a swimming pool in the center.

Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon, wearing respirators and with their eyes closed, surfaced from beneath the pool.

"Did you win or lose?" Nebula opened her eyes as she basked in the artificial sun by the pool.

Gamora, under the parasol, trembled with eyelids.

"I've met him," Star-Lord said.

Gamora opened her eyes.

Star-Lord's voice rose slightly, "Someone's information might be wrong. The so-called Sorcerer Supreme might not be as powerful as she claims."

"Sigh, I fell from Legendary to Epic just for this."

Gamora couldn't help but stand up. "The Sorcerer Supreme is the Sorcerer Supreme, and his disciples are his disciples. Besides, Harry Potter is just his prospective disciple."

"What I need to confirm is not how strong Harry Potter is. It doesn't matter if he's just a rookie."

Thanos was able to act with impunity because the Sorcerer Supreme could not leave Merlin Dimension.

"And the disciples of the Sorcerer Supreme are often the wizards who are most compatible with his power and can contain the most of his power."

"This generation is Harry Potter."

"So you'd rather place your hopes on a kid, my defeated foe, than look at me?" Star-Lord puffed out his chest, looking somewhat aggrieved, hoping to get Gamora's attention.

"Yes," Gamora replied coldly. "How is the child?"

Rocket Raccoon was watching from the sidelines, burst into laughter.

Star-Lord glared at him and said, "Not bad. He's proficient in spells, has keen combat instincts, can anticipate events, and at his age, he can even learn flight magic. If I hadn't used my divine power, he probably wouldn't have been defeated so quickly."

"Very good," Gamora smiled. "That's enough."

"How much longer until we reach Earth?" Nebula interjected from the side.

"Seven Earth days." Star-Lord looked a little uneasy, as if he were feeling a bit apprehensive about returning home.