Andy and his grandfather Norman went out into the yard.
Norman took out his wand and gestured at the ground, drawing a rectangle ten meters long and two meters wide in the open space.
"Come on!"
Norman stepped into the middle of the rectangle, then turned to Andy. "Little Andy, you know the etiquette of a Wizard Duel, right?"
Andy: "..."
Honestly, if Norman had just used Transfiguration to create a dueling platform, Andy might actually have believed he was a dueling expert.
But he had used his wand to draw a rectangle on the ground...
This is way too lame, isn't it?
"I know!" With no other choice, Andy followed him into the middle of the rectangle.
They bowed and gripped their wands properly.
The two quickly assumed their stances.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind swept past, but neither of them made a move.
After a moment of silence, Norman glared and said indignantly, "Little Andy, what are you waiting for? Use your magic!"
"Don't tell me you don't know any magic at all?"
Andy asked one final question. "Um... Grandfather, are you really a dueling master?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
Norman said unhappily, "Besides, you're only a first year little wizard. Do you really think your magic can hurt an adult wizard?"
Uh... that must be what you really think, right? Andy had uncovered the truth! Still, the old man had a point.
Andy had watched Wizard Duels before and knew the casting standards of adult wizards.
Norman's magical attainments might not measure up to those dueling masters, but he was still an adult wizard. Blocking a few spells from a little wizard should not have been difficult.
With that in mind, Andy immediately felt much more at ease.
"Then here I come," Andy said.
"Little