Newt's Little Help

Neither Riddle nor Snape spoke; clearly, a silent Vomiting Spell did not qualify as a "curse" in their minds.

The Hogwarts students were unusually furious. This was just a duel between students, not a life-or-death struggle. In their eyes, the people of Newmontgard had gone too far.

Despite the anger, Thomson's expression remained unchanged, and he even said without any apology, "Sorry, young man, I'm just used to it."

Anger can fuel motivation, but it can also devour reason, and its consequences often depend on the anger-bred person's self-control and mindset.

Clearly, the two who followed were not up to the task. Their spells, fueled by rage and seemingly powerful, were utterly ineffective against Thomson. Blinded by anger, the Hogwarts students made numerous mistakes, and before long, they were carried off like the Gryffindor students before them.

"It's a bit boring," Thomson casually chatted with his classmates from Newmontgard.

The Hogwarts students became even more agitated, but after being defeated one after another, they finally regained some of their composure, and the remaining fifth-year students were somewhat hesitant.

Thomson was clearly exceptional. Not to mention fifth graders, even those in higher grades wouldn't be confident of winning. Moreover, this is an age when teenagers care about their image, and although the sixth and seventh graders were furious, they were too embarrassed to go up on stage.

If they win, they'll be accused of bullying the weak; moreover, they don't have absolute confidence in winning, and if they really lose...

Haha, I'll never be able to lift my head in front of the oil paintings of castles again.

Some time ago, Sean's plan to gang up on Hoffman gave Hogwarts students the illusion that Newmontgard was nothing special. However, when it came to one-on-one combat, they discovered that their opponent's strength far surpassed that of their peers.

Sean didn't show much emotional fluctuation. Although Thomson was indeed a bit annoying, he was more used to observing him.

Needless to say, his strength was outstanding; his spellcasting skills could easily overwhelm most Hogwarts students. Moreover, his opponent had mastered a considerable number of Nonverbal Spell. In just three quick duels, Sean saw at least five different Nonverbal Spell.

Moreover, although Thomson always maintained that annoyingly lazy posture, his hand was firmly gripping his wand, and his body was equally tense, ready to cast a defensive spell at any moment.

Sean also discovered that this person really liked to provoke others. Just like Riddle, Thomson would constantly point out the flaws in his opponent's spellcasting, but in a much more sarcastic tone.

This often angers the opponent, making it easier for their defenses to falter.

It must be said that although Thomson is only a fifth-grader, he is already quite experienced in dueling.

This gives us an idea of the level of education at Newmontgard.

No wonder they couldn't beat their opponents in the Triwizard Tournament; it probably wasn't just because of the 'improved Dark Arts '... Sean narrowed his eyes and thought silently.

On the dueling platform, seeing that no one else was going up, Thomson simply started walking around the edge of the stage.

"Hey kid, you're a fifth grader, right? Want to have a spar?" He crouched down and pointed to a Hufflepuff student.

The student's expression shifted between light and shadow, but the ruthlessness hidden deep within Badger House still surfaced, and he gritted his teeth, ready to agree.

At that moment, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"You don't need a wheel to run over a butterfly, Mr. Thomson. How about I become your opponent?"

Hufflepuff's students and Thomson all looked over.

Sean, who was clearly a head shorter, gave a shy smile, "I'm only in first grade, and I'd like more opportunities to learn, is that okay?"

Although the fatigue from casting so many spells hadn't subsided, Sean still decided to give it a try.

Because he saw a figure at the entrance of the Great Hall.

That's Professor Scamander.

At the same time, something small scurried up his trouser leg—it was the Bowtruckle that had recently stuck to Sean ...

Pickett, panting, handed him a note with a tiny teapot stuck to it.

"Dear Sean, why not try Summoning Charm? Of course, you can also learn a spell temporarily—for example, ' Serpensortia '?"

The lid of the teapot wobbled twice.

He recognized the teapot all too well; it came from a 'little fellow' with peculiar tastes in Professor Scamander's box.

It's really small.

Sean immediately understood what the other person meant. He secretly smiled and muttered to himself.

It seems that Professor Scamander doesn't have a good impression of Newmontgard. Does that mean he was still impaled by a wand?

Will Dumbledore mourn for you?

Sean immediately imagined a line from a movie.

The hidden histories of those older generations of wizards are truly intriguing...

However, now is not the time to think about that. Since I have 'temporarily' learned a spell, why not give it a try?

And so, the scene that is unfolding now came about.

The Hufflepuff student clearly recognized Sean; he noticed the weariness on the freshman's face. The kind and loyal Badger House would always look after their friends.

"Wallerup, don't be reckless," he said, then looked at Thomson. "I'll be your opponent."

Thomson, who was half-squatting on the stage, focused all his attention on Sean: "Want to give it a try?"

Sean ignored him and instead smiled at the Hufflepuff student, "Thank you for your kindness, senior."

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Sean climbed onto the dueling platform.

"Mr. Thomson, shall we begin?"

Thomson immediately took a step back, his expression becoming completely focused.

One of the things Newmontgard always taught them was: never let your guard down because the other party is weak.

What's more, this seemingly harmless little wizard had just struck the incredibly powerful Professor Riddle with Stinging Hex.

Thomson knew he couldn't do that; even among the seventh-generation students of Newmontgard, very few had mastered the Silent Stinging Hex.

After the two exchanged greetings, Sean immediately raised his wand, and then he discovered that his opponent had already assumed a defensive stance.

Thomson was also at a loss. He wasn't sure how many spells his opponent had mastered, so defending was the right choice. After all, anyone with a little thought would know that the Stinging Hex that forced the professor to use his defensive techniques was definitely more than just a stinging pain.

Moreover, his opponent was already exhausted, and Thomson was confident that he could drain his opponent's strength.

"Am I that scary?" Sean muttered.

However, he had already made up his mind, and this time he would just wave his wand.

"Serpensortia" (a play on words, meaning "the Serpensortia")