Duel!

It had been some time since the last Alchemy banquet, and almost all of Hogwarts envied the prominent seventh-year alchemists.

However, behind the excitement, someone always noticed other things, like Harry.

He noticed that ever since they visited Professor Kayson's office that day and learned that the true Dark Wizard hidden within Hogwarts was the timid Professor Quirrell.

As long as Professor Kayson and Professor Quirrell were in the same space, a strange tension always filled the air.

He wasn't sure why, perhaps it was his imagination.

"I always feel like Professor Kayson is picking on Quirrell, picking on him all the time whenever they're together," Harry said in a low voice to his four companions in the library.

"Of course, Professor Kayson, a powerful wizard who hates evil like an enemy, naturally wouldn't have a good attitude towards a Dark Wizard. That's completely normal," Neville chimed in.

"Everyone understands that. I just feel that if Professor Kayson, an alchemist, targets Quirrell, a Dark Wizard, like that, what if Quirrell can't take it anymore one day and tries to assassinate Professor Kayson?" Hermione replied while writing her essay.

"Professor Kayson is very powerful. He defeated that troll with just one move, didn't you see that day? He blew it up all over the wall!" Neville retorted immediately when he heard Kayson's combat strength being underestimated.

"Of course, I'm not saying Professor Kayson isn't strong enough, but what if Professor Quirrell has more sinister curses, like Dark Magic?" Hermione countered.

"Uh, actually, Professor Kayson also knows Dark Magic. Before, when he was in Knockturn Alley, he saved Hagrid from being harassed by Dark Wizards. He used a skull-shaped magic to kill those three Dark Wizards back then," Harry added.

"That's not Dark Magic. How could Professor Kayson use Dark Magic?"

"But it was a skull."

"That's still not Dark Magic."

Harry felt deflated looking at the stubborn Neville, not knowing how to refute him.

"Uh... I remember we were talking about Professor Kayson picking on Quirrell at first, right? How did we get onto Dark Magic?" Ron suddenly joined the conversation, asking somewhat bewilderedly.

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Kayson, one of the parties involved in the hushed argument in the library, was completely unaware of it. However, he could answer their questions very soon.

Because during lunch in the Great Hall, just as Professor Quirrell was finishing his meal and about to leave, Professor Kayson also stood up.

The two bumped squarely into each other. Kayson was fine, but Quirrell was flipped over and landed on his backside.

In that instant, he finally lost his composure. Not long ago, this well-dressed Professor Kayson had been quite friendly to him in the professors' lounge.

Why was it that ever since that Halloween, this Kayson had suddenly changed like a different person? It wasn't that he had changed, he was still friendly to other professors, young wizards, and even Hagrid and Filch.

Only to him...

Quirrell, burning with rage, took a handkerchief from his pocket, moving so fast that Voldemort, behind his head, didn't even react.

"I want to duel you!"

Kayson tilted his head and reached out to catch the handkerchief that was flying towards him slowly.

"Name a time."

"Tonight, in the Great Hall. I want to defeat you in front of everyone!" Quirrell roared. Voldemort, behind his head, unusually did not stop him, as if he was also happy to see it happen, wanting to use Quirrell to test the level of this rising alchemist professor.

"Not stuttering at this time? Whatever you want. When the time comes, you set up the arena and send someone to find me," Kayson said casually, tucking the handkerchief into his pocket.

"Hmph! Dumbledore, I, I want to invite you to be the witness for this duel, this duel." Quirrell reacted and quickly resumed his stutter, looking eagerly at Dumbledore, who was drinking a glass of lemonade.

"Oh... If that's the case, of course, I can. No problem," Dumbledore agreed readily.

"The Great Hall in the evening, before dinner, I'll be here... I'll be waiting for you here!" Quirrell said to Kayson with red eyes, speaking fiercely.

"Uh-huh."

Kayson shrugged, as if completely ignoring Quirrell's strange cries, and was contemplating whether to give Quirrell a little "quality shock."

However, he ultimately did not speak. After all, there were so many young wizards here, and it wouldn't be good to corrupt them.

But not scolding didn't mean he wouldn't make a gesture.

With lightning speed, Kayson's imposing aura rose from bottom to top, as if Mount Everest had suddenly appeared in the world.

A long, straight middle finger was raised precisely.

Then, Kayson turned and left the Great Hall, feeling satisfied.

The interlude in the Great Hall quickly ended. Quirrell, still furious, rushed back to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"I might have expected this day to come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon, really," Neville mumbled, still with half a piece of bread in his mouth, speaking indistinctly.

"No, I have to go to Professor Kayson's office!" Harry stood up quickly after thinking for only two and a half seconds at his seat and ran towards the staircase on the side of the Great Hall.

"Hey, wait for us!" Neville quickly dropped his half-eaten bread, and Hermione helplessly picked up the Remembrall that Neville had left on the table and the homework due that afternoon.

Finally, there was Ron, holding two chicken legs, claiming it was a small treat for Professor Kayson because he was afraid the professor hadn't eaten enough.

This would have been true if he hadn't already taken two bites out of the chicken legs.

After the four young wizards arrived at Kayson's office, they awkwardly discovered... the office was already packed, with people even standing outside. The entire corridor was filled with young wizards from third year and above.

The young wizards from the four houses had never pushed in the same direction as they were here.

Ron, with his sharp eyes, spotted his two twin brothers at the doorway.

"Professor Kayson! Professor! If you just say the word, we guarantee that Quirrell won't be able to leave the office!" one of the twins shouted loudly.

"Professor! The twins are useless! Look at me, I know Dark Magic!"

"Professor Kayson, I, I used Alchemy to craft a great treasure with my own hands, guaranteed to give Quirrell an awesome alchemical shock!"

"Professor Kayson..."

"Professor Kayson!!!"

"...Uh... can we even squeeze in there?" Ron asked, wiping his slick mouth, the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

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