OHOHOH!!!

"Are we still going in?" Hermione asked, looking at the massive crowd that would surely terrify any socially anxious person.

"Of course, we are!" Harry said, charging forward and pushing his small body through the throng.

Neville wasn't about to be outdone. He was a bit sturdier than Harry, but unfortunately, against the third-year wizards, he just couldn't push his way through.

Meanwhile, Professor Kayson, inside his office, had to stand on top of his desk to maintain order.

Honestly, if it weren't for this whole situation, he wouldn't have known he was this popular with the students.

"Everyone! Everyone listen to me, listen to me, I'm very pleased with your arrival!"

"But please believe me! I don't need a dueling assistant, a dueling proxy, nor do I need you to secretly assassinate Professor Quirrell in his office. Trust me, let me handle it myself, okay?"

The students in the office and those in the hallway gradually quieted down. Finally, under Kayson's pleading, as if he were begging, they left his poor office.

After some more time passed, Kayson and four young wizards were the only ones left in the office.

"I hope you're not here to help me assassinate Quirrell."

"Of course not, Professor," Hermione quickly explained.

"Yeah, even if we had that idea, we wouldn't have the strength," Harry said with an awkward chuckle.

"I sincerely hope you don't even have that idea," Kayson said.

"Oh, we won't. By the way, are you confident about the duel?"

"I'd say I am. Actually, this is what I wanted. Even if Quirrell didn't challenge me today, I would have challenged him."

"After all, letting him roam around the castle could lead to other dangers. If I can use this duel to confine his activities to the Hospital Wing, it would be a small contribution to Hogwarts' safety."

"So, you're confident, Professor?"

"I suppose so."

The duel Quirrell had set up was scheduled very quickly. From the moment the challenge was thrown, though Quirrell didn't wear gloves, so he threw a handkerchief, to when they stood on the dueling platform, only six hours had passed.

In the Great Hall at six o'clock in the evening, a dueling platform suddenly appeared in the center. Kayson and Quirrell stood in the middle, each holding their wand to their chest.

Between them stood Snape. After explaining the meaning and rules of dueling to both participants and the observing students, he had them bow to each other.

At this point, both bowed to each other. After all, this was the Hogwarts dueling platform, not WWE.

They weren't going to do any pre-match hype rituals.

After bowing, they turned around in unison and walked in their respective directions. Following Snape's signal, they turned back in unison.

Quirrell was one step ahead, drawing his wand from bottom to top: "Serpent Strike!"

A giant python, over four meters long, was abruptly summoned and lunged rapidly towards Kayson.

Kayson casually waved his wand, and uniform dots of flame covered the entire python. He himself simply sidestepped, letting the giant serpent brush past his shadow and fall off the platform.

After doing all this, he shrugged at Quirrell, a small bear-like gesture that conveyed its meaning in an instant.

"That's it?"

"It's not over yet."

Quirrell quickly drew his wand towards Kayson's feet, and spikes of earth spread out towards him.

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Kayson scratched his chin, tapped his wand, and instantly, the entire dueling platform became an obsidian surface.

The spikes that had already grown, severed from their roots and losing their magical supply, fell to the ground and turned to dust.

As Kayson finished admiring his masterpiece and looked up, he saw Quirrell send another silent spell flying towards him.

This spell was red, but knowing Quirrell's nature, it was hard to be sure if it was Expelliarmus or Stupefy.

Of course, it was more likely to be Sectumsempra.

Kayson no longer dared to be careless. He didn't even use his wand, just raised his hand, and an obsidian wall blocked the spell. Correspondingly, the obsidian wall shattered into pieces.

Quirrell's spells, however, were relentless. A giant dragon made of bright red flames lunged directly at Kayson.

Snape, seeing Quirrell use Fiendfyre, quickly jumped off the platform and looked towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, however, waved his hand, signaling him to relax, and seemed to be watching the Fiendfyre with great interest.

Kayson, on the platform, was not as calm as Dumbledore. Although he maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, the pile of damned flames in front of him didn't look like normal flames at all.

With his wand in one hand and a cluster of water in the other, the dueling platform in his mind had already formed a grid of transparent cubes.

It was divided into three dimensions.

He just needed to instantly fill all the space in these three dimensions with water source blocks and prevent them from flowing. This instant spatial compression and filling should directly steal the Fiendfyre's living space, or perhaps it could be explained more simply.

The suddenly appearing water source blocks covered the Fiendfyre, much like a computer file overwriting another file.

No sooner said than done.

Kayson looked at the giant fire dragon, which was growing larger and was already close to touching the Great Hall's ceiling. He threw a water source block into a corner on the ground with one hand, and with the other, holding his wand, he touched a corner of Hogwarts' ceiling. Instantly, a giant water cube appeared before them.

As for the fire dragon that had once blotted out the sky, it had long since vanished without a trace.

After annihilating the fire dragon, Kayson hadn't forgotten what his initial goal was in picking a fight with Professor Quirrell, all the way up to accepting Quirrell's duel.

It was to make that old geezer lie in the Hospital Wing for a few more days.

But it really was just a few days. Before the duel, Dumbledore had specifically sent him a message saying he couldn't kill Quirrell.

Just on that one point, the Wither Skeleton Skull was unusable.

And the TNT Flash was still too mild for Quirrell; it was nowhere near enough to achieve his goal of making him lie in the Hospital Wing for a few more days.

Fortunately, from the time he arrived at Hogwarts until now, the students and professors had all liked him very much, so...

"Ender Crystal!"

Kayson's wand gave a slight flick, and a purple cube floating in mid-air suddenly appeared, surrounded by white cubic frames.

The moment the Ender Crystal appeared, it flew rapidly towards Quirrell.

Quirrell was blasted away, falling to the ground, his condition unknown.

The entire Great Hall fell silent for a moment, and the next instant...

"OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!!!!"