What Does Cunning Really Mean?

Ramos looked grim. He never expected that Dust Charm that a first-year student could master would become the key to victory.

The enemy is in the dark while I am in the light; this feeling of being unable to use my strength is truly awful.

But Sean gave him no chance to catch his breath. Under Ramos's horrified gaze, the Stinging Hex came one after another, as if magic was free.

Finally, there was one curse he couldn't escape. Ramos gritted his teeth and used a Expelliarmus at the crucial moment.

The two spells met, but to his surprise, his Expelliarmus passed through the light without any hindrance.

"Is this guy under a curse of always being on vacation?!"

On the other side of the smoke, Sean leisurely dodged the Expelliarmus. After the first Stinging Hex, all the spells he cast afterward were fake; he just needed to use the simplest Signal Charm with minimal magic power and change its color— Grindelwald had taught him that, hehe~

Ramos's face grew increasingly grim, a sense of humiliation at being mocked welling up inside him.

"Insidious and shameless... However, the spell you cast also revealed your location!"

Ramos hardened his heart, and another spell shot out from the smoke and dust. He immediately channeled his magic power and cast the real Stinging Hex!

As expected, his spell easily dispelled the opponent's spell and rushed back towards where he came from.

However, Sean immediately changed position after reciting the spell, and the light could only hit the ground.

He glanced at the marks on the stone slab, then blinked. "You used too much force... That's perfect then..."

A moment of silence fell over the arena. Ramos was still pondering, "Is he waiting for me to be exhausted? But his previous Dust Charm also consumed his magic, and constantly dodging my spells also requires energy. What is he planning to do..."

At that moment, Sean's voice rang out. "Acupunct Internus!"

Is it fake again?

Ramos dared not be careless and unleashed the same spell.

What he never expected happened: the two identical spells and the beam of light were easily broken through once again!

But that was his own curse!

Ramos hurriedly cast another spell, but the incoming light was only slightly obstructed before striking him accurately.

The excruciating pain erupted from within, corroding Ramos's entire body, and an unbearable, stabbing sensation assaulted him relentlessly.

"Ahhhhhhh!" A shrill scream echoed throughout the dueling training room.

The second-year students of Newmontgard who had witnessed the Sean Curse all shuddered. Mori, who had experienced it firsthand in the corner, immediately recalled the excruciating pain, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Sean hadn't expected his Stinging Hex to be so much more powerful than the opponent's. He pushed through the dust and saw Ramos curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Professor Goodman walked up, glanced at the shrimp on the ground, and waved as if to speak.

"Expelliarmus"

"Petrificus Totalus"

Sean deftly cast two more spells, Ramos's wand, which he had been gripping tightly, flew out of his hand. His pained expression and body froze on the ground.

The students in the audience witnessed this scene.

"That's really ruthless..."

Sean shrugged at Goodman: "Professor, this is what you taught me before."

The audience's lips twitched. This guy... could a second-year student really Wandless and Silent Casting?!

Professor Goodman's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he said, "Applying what you've learned is good. Five points for Sean Wallerup, and Mr. Ramos's ten-point bet is yours too."

Sean raised an eyebrow; he was starting to like this professor.

After Ramos, who had fallen unconscious, was carried away by the medical team, the classroom was quiet for a moment, then whispers began to rise.

Have you seen the situation clearly?

"No, but it looks like that unlucky guy got hit by the Stinging Hex..."

"It seems they lost the clash of spells?"

"That guy is actually that strong... but he must have used up a lot of energy, right?"

Sean stood on the stage with a calm expression, but his chest was heaving violently, and his neat hairstyle was slightly messy, making him look somewhat tired.

Although Ramos's condition was frightening, Sean's state also aroused the restlessness of the others, and a third-year student stepped forward.

"Wallerup, my name is Cyrus Elman, I'm a third-year student. How about twenty points for this bet?"

Sean frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Seeing this, Elman's confidence grew even stronger.

Just now, the opponent used a limited number of spells. Although the magic power was enormous, the consumption was also considerable. I am much stronger than Ramos. If it were a battle of spells, I would definitely win.

Furthermore, the fact that this kid has been using whispered spells to hide his true incantations and is unwilling to confront the enemy head-on proves a lot.

"The duel begins!"

The luggage had just been packed when the two curses collided, sparks flying across the scene.

Sure enough, he used all his strength in that spell! Elman's eyes lit up; his spell hadn't been suppressed!

He fought with increasing ferocity, giving Sean no time to cast the Dust Charm again, determined to clash with Sean's spell!

Sean was furious, and unlike his diverse tactics in the first match, he clashed head-on with his opponent without any maneuvering.

It's getting weaker and weaker... Feeling the force of the colliding spells, Elman became increasingly excited and increased the output of his magic.

Finally, one beam of light broke through the other and struck Sean directly.

With a clumsy roll, Sean barely dodged.

Elman pressed his advantage, relentlessly unleashing his magic and casting spells on Sean.

Sean seemed to have only the strength to dodge. He occasionally threw out two slow spells, but they only hit the ground around his opponent.

The students of Newmontgard whistled, and the students of Hogwarts all gripped the hem of their clothes.

Only Professor Goodman, who had been supervising, frowned strangely.

"Is this the strength of a third-year student? They are indeed much stronger than second-year students. In terms of power alone, they are not much weaker than me..." Sean rolled over, his face slightly pale.

"Moreover, he was very focused. Even though I kept pretending to be outmatched, he didn't relax at all. His body remained tense, ready to dodge my sudden attack at any moment."

After subtly expressing his admiration for Elman, Sean dodged a spell and aimed his wand.

"Confringo!"

Elman's tense nerves twitched, and he quickly jumped back.

This kid really still has energy to spare!

However, he stepped into the soft, slippery ground! Elman turned around in disbelief, only to find that the ground behind him had transformed into Binding Marsh stones.

The swampy ground... When did this kid... no, it was those soft, weak spells! Elman's feet were bound to the spot, he bit his lip and stared intently at Sean.

Sean was no longer showing any signs of exhaustion. He continued casting spells with one hand while taking the time to brush the dust off his body with the other.

"Confringo!"

The magical light struck, and Elman tried to fight back, but the collision between the Explosion Charm and the magic caused a violent explosion, making it impossible for him to move. The aftershocks of the magic hit his body.

After just two clashes of spells, his robes were torn, and bright red blood was left from his nostrils.

"Confringo!"

Sean remained expressionless, continuing to cast the spell. Elman raised his hand to retaliate, but a transparent barrier appeared in front of him.

Professor Goodman stopped the duel.

He glanced at Elman: "You can't stop this. The treatment will take at least a week."

Elman opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head.

"Long live Sean!"

The Hogwarts students cheered, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

The Ravenclaw students were the most excited. So what if they were third-year students? They still lost to our house's second-year wizards!

The Newmontgard, dressed in their stand-up collar uniforms, became serious.

The little wizard standing on the stage in front of me has a magical power far exceeding that of his peers, and the variety of spells he has mastered is beyond what a second-year student could achieve. Most importantly—this kid is really cunning!

They looked at each other, and finally, a burly boy stepped forward.

The students of Newmontgard were invigorated. The guy in front of them was a magic maniac who had once defeated a fifth-year student. What was most remarkable about him was his terrifying magic power, which, like his physique, was full of strength.

"Sori Stevenson, fourth-year student at Newmontgard, Wallerup, you're strong, so I'll go all out," he said, his face rugged and his voice deep, a savage smile suddenly spreading across his honest, unassuming face. "Are you ready to spend the rest of the semester in the Hospital Wing?"

"Is the food in the Hospital Wing good, senior?"

Sean gave a shy smile, which made the students in the audience all frown.

That despicable guy, it's that harmless smile that makes him even more infuriating!

"You can't win a duel by arguing, Wallerup. Remember to go all out." Stevenson licked his lips nonchalantly.

Why are you going all out...? Can you even beat Swooping Evil or Occamy? Have you ever seen Wampus Cat with a rating of xxxxx?

Sean pursed his lips, but his face still held that infuriating expression.

"Bowing, the duel begins!"

This time, there was none of the initial confrontation like in previous duels. Neither of them moved, and Stevenson seemed to be waiting for Sean to make the first move so he could crush him with the power of his spell.

"You've already had two duels, so I'll let you go first, Wallerup, then go lie down." Stevenson smirked.

Tsk, just as I thought... Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile becoming increasingly glaring.

Let's see who has the most magic power...

Sean slowly raised his wand. "My advice is—get out of the way."

Where no one could see, a dark power within him awakened.

Deep within Sean's pupils, a dark red core spun rapidly Obscurus!

Today I'm posting 10,000 words a day. Here are two chapters of 6,000 words each, and another long chapter of 4,000 words will be posted later.

By the way, there's been a high demand for minor roles lately, especially in Newmontgard. Readers interested in appearing can leave a message in the minor role section. Students, faculty, men, and women are all welcome, but I can't guarantee it will be a main character!