Serpensortia? Occamy Out!

The spell immediately popped into Thomson's mind: a spell to summon animals, the simplest kind, where the wand head would explode and a live snake would leap out; the size and aggressiveness of the snake often depended on the wizard's skill.

He immediately became wary, worried that this strange little wizard might cause some trouble.

However, nothing happened.

"Sorry, I'm not very skilled at it." Sean smiled shyly.

Thomson didn't relax at all, and didn't even have the idea of testing the waters.

He had seen what Sean had done before; that kid was cunning!

Seeing that the other party hadn't let their guard down, Sean curled his lip, deciding to try a different approach next time.

However, with Professor Scamander's little pet, isn't it a bit inappropriate to still be thinking about plotting against people?

He pressed the miniature teapot to his palm and raised his wand again. "Serpensortia!"

Thomson immediately raised his wand, but to his horror, a gigantic figure appeared before him.

It was a monster with a bird's head, covered in metallic blue-green scales, and huge purple wings on both sides of its body.

Inside the Great Hall, all the students held their breath, staring in horror at the fifty-foot-long Magical Creatures that had suddenly appeared on the dueling platform.

A sound resembling a bird's call, accompanied by a hissing sound, echoed throughout the Great Hall.

It was a beautiful Occamy, but at this moment, apart from Sean, no one cared about its Occamy anymore. Chaos erupted in the Great Hall, and the girls began to scream.

Even Snape immediately gripped his wand tightly and pointed it at the Occamy that was enveloping Sean.

"Wallerup! Get out of there!"

Sean hadn't expected to cause such a huge panic. He had simply told the little guy in the teapot before going on stage that he wanted to make a dramatic entrance.

So far, it seems to have been effective...

Looking at the chaotic Great Hall and the fully alert Snape, Sean touched the Occamy coiled around his body.

"Make it smaller."

The Occamy was acting strangely. Sean would usually call its name gently, so why wasn't it doing so today? But it quickly shrank its body, turning into a Occamy scarf that wrapped around Sean's neck.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's just a little guy, everyone don't worry," Sean explained.

The panicked students in the Great Hall finally calmed down a bit. They unconsciously moved away from the dueling platform and stared at the Occamy that was constantly writhing on Sean's neck.

"You'd better explain to me why you'd keep a Occamy at school, a Occamy with a Ministry of Magic Magical Creatures danger rating of xxxx, Mr. Wallerup." Snape's face was grim, his wand still raised.

Sean shrugged. "This is the spell for the Serpensortia, Professor."

"It's not Serpensortia, but Occamy!" Snape's gloomy face was almost contorted.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore said that my spell has mutated, and it might not be the Occamy next time." Sean looked completely innocent.

"Then how do you explain that you can control that thing?"

"I do have some talent in this area, and quite a few people know that, right?" Sean looked at Harry and Malfoy.

"Yes, I can testify for Sean!" Harry said immediately.

Snape ignored Harry and looked at Malfoy.

The young master of the Slytherin, who was hiding far behind, also nodded.

Snape was speechless. He could only glare fiercely at Harry and Sean, as if the two of them had done something bad together.

Sean didn't pay any attention; he looked at Thomson, who was still in shock and panting heavily.

"Can the duel continue?"

Thomson swallowed hard; he hesitated.

But Sean performed a dueling salute by himself.

"I'm coming!"

The Occamy swooped out and, to everyone's horrified gaze, transformed once again into a gigantic monster large enough to cover the entire dueling arena.

"I admit it..." Before Thomson could finish speaking, he was directly entangled by the enormous body of the Occamy, and his prized Shield Charm was instantly reduced to transparent fragments.

He was completely entangled.

Sean had anticipated this outcome. Naja was a Occamy that Professor Scamander had cared for for a long time. It had been hatched by smugglers and had become somewhat sensitive and irritable.

It liked to burrow into all sorts of miniature containers, and Professor Scamander had to search for it for a long time every time he fed it. However, the arrival of Sean solved this problem.

Naja quickly took a liking to him, and once even huddled inside Sean's robe, trying to go back to the dormitory with him.

Then Dave, whom Sean had been keeping in his inner pocket, was startled out...

Sean snapped back to reality. Before him, Naja's enormous body was tightly wrapped around Thomson, not a single hair of hers showing.

There wasn't even a sound of wailing.

"Enough, Wallerup!" Snape snapped.

Sean raised his wand in a pretentious manner, as if he were controlling the giant Occamy he had 'accidentally' summoned.

"Return."

Naja, who always obeyed Sean, immediately shrank back and flew back onto Sean's shoulder.

On the dueling platform opposite, only Thomson, with his eyes rolled back, remained.

Snape went over to check on him and found that the other person had only fainted from a brief period of suffocation.

He took out a glass bottle, uncorked it, and brought it to Thomson's nose.

Thomson slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and then instinctively shouted, "I give up!"

"Step down." He saw Snape's gloomy face.

Amidst the laughter of the Hogwarts students, Thomson's face flushed red and then paled as he gritted his teeth and stepped off the dueling platform.

While Sean was examining the other person, Snape pretended to recite a spell to break the spell, Naja cooperated by disappearing from the scene.

Riddle, who had remained silent until now and even watched the appearance of the Occamy with indifference, clapped his hands. "What an excellent spell, one I've never even seen before."

"You flatter me, Professor." Sean put the mini teapot back into the bag.

After this 'minor' incident, the students of Newmontgard looked at Sean with completely strange eyes.

Serpensortia? That's a trick they haven't played in ages.

But summoning Occamy... does that make sense?!

Sean didn't have the good habit of considering the other party's psychological capacity. He politely waved to everyone and then jumped off the dueling platform.

For the rest of the time, no more students from Newmontgard dared to provoke them, because whenever someone did, Sean would wave enthusiastically at them.

Although that brat said there was no guarantee next time, nobody wanted to take the gamble.

Besides, who knows if he's telling the truth? This guy is so cunning!