A Treacherous Stab for Justice

Sean remained motionless on the stage, while the students below had various thoughts on their minds.

The Hogwarts students naturally thought Sean had done an excellent job today, and they were prepared to give him a round of applause and cheers when he stepped down. Besides, Sean looked exhausted, so there was no need to force himself to keep going.

The Newmontgard had more complicated feelings. They were furious that such a young wizard had trampled on their school's reputation, but the elites who worshipped power also felt a strange sensation—they wondered how this guy learned, and whether he could teach them a trick...

Of course, many others had ulterior motives. That jerk on stage was exhausted; now was the perfect opportunity to regain control— Newmontgard didn't care about the process, only the result!

After Sean said, "That's enough for today," Professor Goodman nodded, but just as he was about to speak, voices rang out from the audience.

"Wallerup seems to be in good shape? I'd like to study some more, is that okay?" A skinny boy with a headscarf stepped forward, speaking in a curry-accented English, his eyes gleaming.

"Have you no shame? Taking advantage of someone in distress, huh?!"

"Merlin's beard, I have never seen such a shameless wizard."

The Hogwarts students were immediately displeased and began shouting and cursing.

But the boy didn't care at all; he didn't even look in the direction of Hogwarts.

"Sanjay Sharma," the boy introduced himself as he walked onto the dueling platform.

The students of Newmontgard remained silent. Newmontgard did value results, but teenagers were at an age where they cared a lot about their image. Even if Sharma was their classmate, it was still a bit shameless...

Therefore, remaining silent is the best option.

Professor Goodman sighed inwardly and looked at Sean: "Mr. Wallop, the choice is yours."

"Just studying, Wallerup." Sharma looked like he was ready to learn, but he kept waving his wand, blowing away all the pebbles under his feet.

Sean had been standing there in that position for a long time, his face expressionless and his lips not moving.

"Let's do it then. But—" he paused in his deep voice, "How about we go for something big, a hundred points?"

Sharma was stunned for a moment. The previous bets were all ten or twenty points. One hundred points was a lot of money. Moreover, his grades were only average to above average. He had never accumulated that many points.

How can this Wallerup kid be so confident...?

At that moment, he suddenly saw that Sean's hand, which was trembling slightly behind his back, blurred for a moment.

The depletion of magical energy was reflected in the body, and the hand that used the wand became 'ethereal' due to the excessive magical energy it had borne!

Sharma's eyes lit up; this kid really is hopeless!

I knew it! After a series of duels, and with the opponent using so many spells, including a powerful Ancient Spell, he should have been exhausted by now—this kid is just holding on!

One hundred points is just to scare me away!

Sharma's eyes darted around, and she said sincerely, "I don't have that many points. How about this, forty points plus sixty Galleon?"

Sean didn't move, he just said, "Okay."

Professor Goodman silently shook his head and stood between the two.

"Salute--"

But Sean stood straight, showing no intention of bowing.

Sharma wasn't angry at all. He bowed gracefully, raised his head, and said, "It's alright, it's alright. As someone who came here to learn, I should be more polite."

"Ugh—" Boos rose from the audience, all directed at Sharma. No one thought Sean was being impolite; they just thought Sharma, who was now taking advantage of the situation, was shameless enough.

But the shameless never care about the audience's opinions. Sharma smiled and looked at Professor Goodman: "May we begin, Professor?"

"Disgraceful—" Goodman murmured almost inaudibly, then waved his hand dismissively.

"The duel begins!"

"Protego Maxima!" Sharma immediately summoned a huge transparent barrier in front of him.

Finding a bargain can be delightful, but a bad experience can be disastrous.

This spell startled the Hogwarts crowd who had been predicting the worst. They hadn't expected the shameless Sharma to possess such power. Their gazes toward Sean became even more worried.

On the stage, Sharma looked at the motionless Sean and excitedly licked his lips. This was the spell he had been practicing all along—you can only deal damage if you're alive!

I'd like to see how a second-year wizard with depleted magic can break through the shield in front of me!

Sean seemed to have no strength left. He had been in the same position the whole time and hadn't made a single move since the duel began.

Then I won't hold back... Sharma raised her wand.

"Confringo!"

A fiery red light shot out from the tip of the wand, but Sean did not dodge, nor did he even raise the wand!

"Sean!" A cry of alarm rang out as the curse struck Sean directly!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." A scream was heard, and everyone who heard it got goosebumps.

But what made it even more unbelievable to them was that the person screaming was Sharma.

Sharma's eyes rolled back, his entire body contorted in agony, and his screams lasted only a moment before he foamed at the mouth and collapsed heavily to the ground.

At this moment, the others realized that the Explosion Charm that struck Sean caused ripples to spread like water before dissipating, and behind Sharma, the real Sean finally revealed himself.

The Disillusionment Charm and the Illusion Charm!

Sean stretched his neck, not even glancing at Sharma, who had fainted from the pain on the ground.

Just now, he didn't hold back and used the Silent Stinging Hex to hit his opponent at close range. This kind of performance is quite normal.

Now he's putting his skills to use, the things Grindelwald taught him.

When the arena was filled with smoke and dust during the previous duel, Sean used the Disillusionment Charm to become invisible, and then used the Illusion Charm to create a fake version of himself.

When Garfield fainted, the Binding Charm had already lost its effect. The reason why others saw Sean unable to move was actually because he had only recently mastered the Illusion Charm and could only create a stiff illusion. The only control Sean could exert was to make his hands tremble slightly.

As for the blurriness Sharma saw, it was because Sean's magic was indeed nearly depleted, and the Illusion Charm almost couldn't be maintained.

He used the Disillusionment Charm to hide next to his avatar and speak, and when Professor Goodman announced the salute, he began to move himself carefully—he hadn't mastered it for long, so he could only move slowly.

Sean was initially worried that he wouldn't have time to move his fake body before being exposed, but Sharma talked a lot of nonsense and initially cast Defensive Spell...

He had enough time to move behind the other person and then cast a Stinging Hex on their kidneys.

Experience the bitter taste of betrayal—the stab in the back by justice!

Sean stepped over Sharma's unconscious body. He had tricked so many people, yet this guy still hadn't learned his lesson—the idiot wasn't worth a second glance.

"Professor Goodman," he cleared his throat, "I know the points will transfer automatically, but what about Galleon? Can you forcibly confiscate this guy's property and hand it over to me?"

For a moment, no one in the room spoke.

After the Duelling Training Class that evening, the Hogwarts Common Room turned into a celebration, followed by several free duels. The Hogwarts students lost more than they won, but that didn't matter anymore.

Sean Wallerup, in five consecutive battles, defeated one each from the second, third, and fourth year, and two from the fifth year. All the elite wizards of Newmontgard were slain by him. Glory to the Hogwarts!

Sean felt like everyone was putting their arms around his shoulders and patting his back. After the celebration party, he felt even more tired than if he had fought a duel.

Of course, he was quite satisfied with his performance tonight. Although his spellcasting skills were not up to par with the fifth-year students of Newmontgard, he had done his best.

Once he has practiced more and released the Magical Creatures from their cages, Sean is even confident that he can compete with the graduating seventh graders.

After a night of revelry with his classmates, an exhausted Sean washed up and returned to his dormitory. Unlike Hogwarts, Newmontgard was all single rooms.

All the rooms were located along a corridor, just like staying in a hotel.

Sean, who had used up all his physical strength, energy, and magic today, was starting to feel his eyelids drooping. However, he noticed a piece of parchment on his bedside table.

Next to the parchment was a strangely shaped key.

He knew from the handwriting on the paper that the strength he had demonstrated today was beginning to pay off.

"Well done, beautiful spell, clever scheme, your excellence almost exceeded my imagination."

Grindelwald sent a note.

Above, he first praised Sean's performance, and then added more details about Charms.

"Regarding the Illusion Charm: How to create a more lifelike character..."

"Regarding the Disillusionment Charm: How to make less noise while moving invisibly, how to divert the enemy's attention to other things..."

On the list of spells Grindelwald gave him that day, Sean had already learned three. This time, Grindelwald added three more, and marked and explained in detail all the shortcomings of the spells in Sean's performance in this duel.

At the end, he wrote, "The Animagus Potions storage Quiet Room is ready for you. It's at the end of the corridor on the first basement level. You can practice your spells there in peace. There's also a completely enclosed little room at the very back that you can use. Oh, right, you should remember the cell where those two people were imprisoned. The room is right next to it. The key is included. I'm looking forward to seeing how far you can go."

"Be bold in this castle, my child. Though you come from Hogwarts, Newmontgard is always open to you. Don't hesitate, well, you can be the Dark Lord if you want, ha—"

"Your loyal and mighty friend Albus Dumbledore: Gellert Grindelwald ~"

As usual, there will be more later.