Ultimately, Harry and Ron had no choice but to refrain from going upstairs to disturb Kayson's sleep, as doing so would definitely disturb Orland, who was in the middle of class, and Thomas, who was being lectured.
The first part was fine, but the second part, letting my dueling opponent know that I secretly came to the professor for private lessons in the middle of the night, how embarrassing!
Ultimately, the person who had no choice but to return could only go back to the dormitory...
"Looks like I'll have to learn magic from the Half-Blood Prince after all." Ron sighed helplessly.
"It's not that bad, is it? If I hadn't accidentally lost my Potions book when I bought books before school started, I wouldn't have been looking for Half- Half-Blood Prince textbooks in the used book section, our Potions grades wouldn't be this high, and I wouldn't have had anywhere else to learn magic," Harry said with a relaxed expression.
"That's true. What kind of tricks do you think Orland will teach Thomas?" Harry suddenly asked.
" Orland is Professor Kayson's student, so he should be Alchemy magic?" Ron replied, stroking his chin.
"But Professor Kayson said that alchemical equipment is not allowed."
"The professor didn't use alchemical equipment much when he was fighting. Isn't it just that alchemy is the most powerful thing in the world?"
"No, I have to go back to studying quickly! I'll be so embarrassed if I lose!"
Half a week passed in the blink of an eye, and a week had arrived. The tables and chairs in the Great Hall were specially arranged by the House-elf to resemble the style of the audience seating.
The food was also made into convenient fast food that could be picked up directly with the hands, allowing the young wizards to eat directly with their hands without needing utensils, while watching Harry and Thomas's wizard duel intently.
It's fair to say that everyone at Hogwarts was looking forward to this duel. Regardless of the school, Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts grade had never been low since his first year, and he had never truly lost a single real-life, illegal fight against other young wizards at Hogwarts.
No matter who it was, even high-ranking wizards, they never tasted victory in a duel with Harry. The reason is simple: their styles and purposes were different.
The goal of a duel between ordinary junior wizards is to defeat their opponent and save themselves.
Harry's combat wisdom, on the other hand, is to kill the opponent at all costs, even if it means his own death.
In actual application, there will be some issues, such as killing the opponent and being backward compatible with crippling the opponent.
It belongs to the reckless, fearless, and suicidal state.
Thomas, on the other hand, is one of the many bookworms at Hogwarts. He learns things quickly and thoroughly. Although he doesn't spend most of his first year fighting with classmates or outwitting professors and Dark Wizard like Harry, he still possesses quite a few powerful spells.
It's the kind of game where watching one match is equivalent to attending two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
A high platform had appeared in the center of the Great Hall long ago, which Kayson had specially built using Netherite blocks.
He was standing right in the center, eating his burrito while waiting for Harry and Thomas to come on stage.
It's a bit... unpleasant.
She took out a bucket of milk, hugged it to her chest, and chug-...
Soon, as the bell in the center of the spinning gyroscope above Hogwarts Great Hall rang, Harry and Thomas simultaneously left the crowd and came to the platform.
"Please observe your wizarding etiquette and bow to each other as a sign of respect," Kayson said after finishing the last bite of his meat roll.
Everyone did as instructed. Then, Kayson took out a small golden bell from his pocket and rang it with a clang.
The next moment, Harry mastered the common secret of all the great masters of Dark Magic from ancient times to the present, starting with zero frames!
The red light from the Expelliarmus rushed towards Thomas, but was blocked by the latter's Shield Charm.
Kayson had long since left the platform and was now standing among the professors.
"Who do you think will win?" Dumbledore asked slowly.
"If we're talking purely about magic and not combat intelligence, I think it's Thomas. I never want to know how many head-killing spells that Orland guy taught Thomas during this time," Kayson said slowly.
"Judging from your words, you don't seem to have much confidence," Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.
Kayson nodded. "Because you don't know what kind of head-losing things Harry might do!"
Just as the two were talking, the high platform was instantly divided into two spaces by multiple Impediment Jinx, and Pha Harry was constantly using Confringo and Immobulus eliminate these obstacles.
However, Thomas may have made some modifications to the spell for Confringo. One- Immobulus can only eliminate one single obstacle. It is clear that if you only use the Immobulus to clear a path, it would take forever.
In the end Harry simply transformed into Patrick Star, deeply understanding the principle that art is an explosion, and unleashed one Explosion Spell after another towards the obstacle.
On the other side, Thomas calmly began chanting a spell. Inscriptions from the enchanted book flowed from the writing on the wand, and the source material of the Mysterious Era was continuously summoned from the void. Various elements and the inscription source material combined to form a magic circle as precise as a gyroscope.
Finally, one magical ring after another landed evenly on his wand, emanating a chilling and explosive aura that even a first-year wizard with the lowest magic sensitivity could sense.
"This magic..." Dumbledore frowned upon seeing this. "Aren't we going to stop it now?"
Kayson raised an eyebrow. "I can understand the magic you can't. Don't worry, it's just a single-target spell of medium power."
"Can Harry stop him?" Dumbledore asked again.
Kayson shrugged. "I can."
The moment he finished speaking, Harry cleared a gap in the obstacle, exposing the panting Harry to Thomas's aim.
The next moment, a bright red light rushed towards Harry.
In the center of the Great Hall, one half of the stage featured Thomas holding a magic wand, while the other half was completely obscured by a dark sphere of light that enveloped the entire stage.
" Harry is dead?" Ron's mouth gaped open as he muttered in bewilderment.
"Don't talk, Professor Kayson isn't with Dumbledore!" Hermione quickly reminded her.
Sure enough, the black sphere that covered half the stage suddenly shrank, getting smaller and smaller until it finally became a black glass sphere the size of a marble in Kayson's hand.
" Thomas wins the first game." After saying that, Kayson waved his hand, and the window closest to him opened. Then he flicked his finger, sending the small black ball into the air.
boom!!!!!!!
"Didn't the sun set?" Steve, who was telling a story to the portrait, looked at the fleeting sun outside the window with a bewildered expression.
"Oh, maybe I misread it."
It's still Xia Fan... You can tell the civil official's face is a little longer than his original form's, and when he opened his eyes... emmm
Paimon, the emergency food brand: The drawing is so cute, I love it!
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