Duelling Club

"It's nothing, just an annoying girl." Sean crumpled up the note, then chanted a spell and burned the note.

Hermione looked at Sean with some suspicion. In her memory, Sean always had a smile on his face when it came to Hogwarts students, even the annoying Malfoy. What had that girl done to make Sean so impatient?

"Let's go, it's time to go to the library." Sean didn't want to bring up Stephanie at all.

"You're strange..."

"What's so strange about that? I just dislike her. The fact that I didn't speak ill of her is entirely due to my excellent manners."

"Sean, a gentleman doesn't boast like that."

"But it's appropriate to show yourself appropriately in front of a beautiful young woman."

Sean's level was still much higher than Hermione's, and he made the girl laugh with just a few words. The two chatted as they walked to the library.

By the time they went to have lunch, the corridor outside the Great Hall was already crowded with students.

"They're restarting the Duelling Club!" Harry explained excitedly upon seeing the two.

Ron chimed in, "Tonight's the first party, and we're all planning to go. After all, we might come in handy..."

"Then you'd better figure out how to avoid making a fool of yourself in the dueling arena. The professors don't have time to clean up your mess." The annoying voice of the Newmontgard students rang out again. They never missed any opportunity to mock the Hogwarts students.

"Acupunct Internus ..." Sean raised his wand.

The annoying second-year student quickly took a step back, and in his panic, he fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Sean asked, even reaching out to help the other person up.

But the man looked like he'd seen a ghost, and without even getting up, he quickly moved his buttocks backward.

Sean slowly put his wand back in his pocket and said innocently, "I haven't mastered the spells yet, so I recite a few lines now and then to familiarize myself with them."

The Hogwarts students burst into laughter again.

So far, Newmontgard has almost completely dominated the Academic Exchange between the two schools.

In all kinds of classes, Hogwarts was almost completely suppressed. The first year was almost entirely supported by Hermione, Neville, and Sean. In the large classes of other years, the wizards wearing high-top leather boots were often the ones who performed better.

If there's an advantage, it's that Hogwarts students are significantly more united than those from Newmontgard. The Four Houses, which originally had some conflicts among themselves, are surprisingly united when facing other schools. Even the Little Snakes no longer mock their classmates in front of Newmontgard.

Whether it's studying or arguing, Hogwarts students who gain the upper hand always receive a lot of cheers and support, Sean is a representative of this.

Despite his impeccable manners, his mouth was always full of sarcastic remarks, and his innocent expression afterwards only fueled the victims' anger. To make matters worse, in the Hoffman incident, this kid hadn't been punished yet, and Professor Rosier was usually extremely strict with them at school, hadn't made a move. This left the Newmontgard powerless, and they treated Sean like a ghost.

"We'll be waiting for you tonight," the Newmontgard said sternly, and then they all left.

Sean didn't seem to care much; he had no worries about a one-on-one situation.

At eight o'clock in the evening, they returned to the Great Hall.

At this moment, the ceiling had turned completely dark black, the long table had disappeared, and a long, gilded stage had appeared in the center of the Great Hall. As if to cheer them on, hundreds of candles floated in mid-air, their flames dancing fiercely.

Almost everyone from the school was there, and the Great Hall was filled with noise. On the other side, as if a dividing line had been drawn, the students of Newmontgard stood together, occasionally casting disdainful glances into the crowd.

Sean and Hermione squeezed into the front row, and the girl was a little worried.

"Sean, who do you think will teach us? It's not Professor Riddle, is it?"

"Actually, it's highly likely to be him," Sean glanced at the entrance of the Great Hall, where the professors hadn't arrived yet. "The proposal to restart the Duelling Club was put forward by Rosier. Both schools should send one professor each. It's already quite obvious from Newmontgard's perspective."

Hermione frowned. In the past few days, Riddle's remarks in the Magic Attack and Defense Class had clearly leaned towards Dark Arts, which made her feel very uneasy.

"Which professor should our school send? Professor Flitwick? I remember he was a dueling champion when he was young."

Sean wasn't quite sure. "I also hope it's Professor Flitwick..."

Before he finished speaking, the students' commotion immediately subsided.

Snape and Riddle walked in through the entrance to the Great Hall.

Riddle clearly held a high level of prestige in Newmontgard, while Snape, in just two weeks, had acquired the same aura as Professor McGonagall, capable of silencing the entire room.

Sean sized up the two men. Snape was still wearing his black robes, his face grim, while Riddle was all smiles. However, there was no exchange between them.

Did Riddle know that his loyal servant was actually a double agent...? Sean wondered curiously.

With Dumbledore's assurance, Sean paid less attention to Riddle. If the sky fell, the tall guy would hold it up; he was only a first-year student and still growing.

Therefore, he could now easily observe the two of them.

However, what he didn't notice was that as soon as Riddle came in, Harry and the others lowered their heads and whispered something.

"Welcome, welcome everyone," Riddle walked to the center of the stage, making the gesture of spreading his arms that Dumbledore often used, with a proper and gentle demeanor. "After discussion among the headmasters, we have decided to restart the Duelling Club."

"Both Mr. Dumbledore and Professor Grindelwald believe that you need to learn some ways to deal with people. Of course," he winked at Hogwarts, "The students of Newmontgard have already had such courses, so you should all study hard."

He paused, then turned and nodded to Snape: "Thanks for Severus's help, he will be my assistant."

Snape still had that look on his face as if everyone owed him ten thousand Galleon. Only when Riddle introduced him did he reluctantly step forward and glance at everyone.

"I imagine you don't know much about dueling, do you?" Riddle rubbed his hands together. "How about this, I'll pick one of you to demonstrate for me."

Riddle looked around the room and then turned to Sean: "Mr. Wallop? I remember your excellent performance in class. Come on, give me a demonstration."

Sean muttered to himself, "This guy isn't planning to curse me secretly, is he...?"

However, other professors are certainly watching such a large club event, and Riddle doesn't have the guts to do it.

Sean nodded and stepped onto the dueling stage.