The Divination professor at Hogwarts is quite skilled.
Don't let Trelawney's seemingly eccentric demeanor fool you; she's the kind of ruthless woman who dares to Prophecy a student's death on the very first day of school each year.
Fortunately, not a single student has died in these eleven years.
The closest he came was after graduation, when he was dealing with a fire dragon in Romania and almost had his red hair burned off by its breath.
"She's a complete liar." George, from the audience, came over to the first-year students' side and introduced the other professors in the stands.
Although the situation in the ring was exciting, none of them, who knew Vincent.
Hermione looked over from a distance.
Trelawney was still drinking sherry and seemed a little tipsy.
"She was hired by Professor Dumbledore after he became the headmaster. Perhaps that student was saved because of the Prophecy?"
"No, no, no." George shook his head gently. "Do you remember the student I just mentioned?"
He's our second brother, Charlie Weasley.
Hermione was speechless.
But Lavender next to her looked unconvinced. "This is about communicating with the future, so it's understandable if something goes wrong."
"Okay." George pursed his lips and pointed to an old professor who only had one arm and one leg left.
"He is Professor Kettleburn Silvanus Kettleburn, who teaches the Care of Magical Creatures."
"Hiss—" Several girls couldn't help but gasp.
If even the professors are missing limbs, how can these little wizards teach this class?
How did he become like this?
"Charlie said he often went to Romania, and once he was accidentally sprayed on the leg by Fire Dragon Breath."
"Where's your arm?"
"I don't know about that. My older Bill said that's how it was when he was in school."
Hermione felt it was very necessary to seriously reconsider her course selection for her third year.
"Where is that young professor with short hair and glasses?"
"She is Professor Babbling, who teaches Ancient Runes."
George added quietly, "She's only twenty-four now, and Bill said she had excellent grades when she was in school."
If she hadn't devoted herself to Runes research after graduation, she would definitely have broken the record for the youngest professor.
This course must be arranged!
However, Lavender and the others weren't very interested.
"Where is the person next to her?"
"Professor Burbage Charity Bubbage, she succeeded Quirrell as Muggle Studies."
Hermione seemed very interested in this.
Learning from Muggle's perspective how wizards view Muggle will be very helpful for her future career after graduation.
"Next to Professor Binns is Professor Vector, who teaches Arithmancy."
"Arithmancy?"
"It mainly uses numbers to predict the future. Students would rather listen to old charlatans spout nonsense than attend this kind of class that makes them scratch their heads the whole time."
The average Muggle in the Britain Empire isn't very good at math, and the situation is even more complicated among wizards.
George, his throat hoarse from talking, smacked his lips and said, "I'm going back to get a drink of water. Please save me a seat, okay?"
"Oh." Hermione seemed a little absent-minded.
As a top student, she has already begun planning her future studies.
Hmm—the outcome of the match is also important.
She looked towards the hazy mist.
Vincent and Marcus finally seemed to be having some kind of conversation.
One is demonstrating various fighting techniques.
One person is showing off their skills in casting various spells.
It looked evenly matched, but the score was 29 to 85.
As if they were in perfect sync, neither of them used spells that could deliver a decisive blow, such as the Stunning Spell or the Disarming Spell.
Even so, it truly broadened the students' horizons.
Flint rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging Wayne's flying stones.
Brilliant! His counterattack was perfectly timed!
Lee's explanations became increasingly insightful, and he even praised Marcus's Transfiguration of binding Vincent's left hand.
"Wayne has the advantage, but they are clearly not going to drop points."
Vincent on the ring uttered a very short incantation, and the ropes binding his left wrist and wand were all blasted apart by the impact of the wand tip.
"What kind of curse is this?"
"I made that up."
Marcus looked slightly surprised.
The fact that I managed to escape by reciting a failed spell shows that only Alder Wand is sturdy enough; if I were to choose a different material, I'd probably have to buy a second one.
"Ha—a clever trick!" He used the Disillusionment Charm again, without making a sound.
They either learned the technique of walking silently, or they didn't move at all.
Vincent is more inclined to believe the latter than the former.
But instead of raising his wand, he pointed to several small stone cones at his feet.
From small fragments to dust, he guided them, lifting them high above his head and letting them disperse.
Marcus was immediately hit with a Leg-Locker Curse the moment he got a little bit of it.
The intensity wasn't too high, but my feet felt a bit heavy.
He simply revealed himself, using the Shield Charm to protect his front, and approached Vincent step by step.
Those 13 points were not easy to earn.
Miracles happen with great effort?
Vincent is not that kind of person.
Twenty feet,
Fifteen feet,
Ten feet.
Marcus immediately broke the Shield Charm upon reaching the distance and waved his wand to draw away the falling dust.
If even one shot hits, the score difference will be narrowed.
"The Aguamenti— " After Vincent washed them away, he found a figure suddenly speeding up and coming towards him.
They moved slowly towards him; it turned out they were there to mislead him.
"Starting to use your brain?"
"Snort!"
Marcus punched air.
Vincent tilted his head and turned his wand upside down, tapping it forward with the phoenix-carved staff.
"Flint got hit on the forehead, but he still managed to hug Wayne!"
Vincent didn't strike a second time, but instead raised his knee and rammed it into the ground.
Even with his strong abs, Marcus still loosened his grip slightly due to the pain.
He quickly tightened his grip again, but it was too late.
After landing, Vincent stretched out his leg Cleansweep horizontally.
Marcus had just lost his balance and fallen onto the ring, quickly raised his right hand, which was holding the wand.
"Expelliarmus— "
"Finite Incantatem— "
The two wands lit up almost tip to tip.
The red and blue lights flashed for a moment, Vincent was the first to regain his vision, pressed his wrist to deflect the angle.
"Wayne has taken Flint's wand! It seems the outcome is decided!"
Indeed, reality is as Li said.
Marcus's eyesight only returned after being blinded by a bright light at close range when he lost his wand.
One point for hitting the chin.
He slammed the back of his head on the ring, squinting his eyes in a daze.
Vincent slowly stood up and pointed his wand at him.
"I will not admit defeat!"
That's such a shame.
The Alder Wand glowed and fired several low-damage spells.
"Wayne is the winner!"
As Li spoke, the barriers around the arena gradually disappeared.
31:100
The score may not seem too far off, but the students gained a direct understanding of what fighting is.
It has absolutely nothing to do with elegance, but it's deadly to a wizard who never exercises.
Moreover, only a few Pure-blood companies still uphold the concept of elegance.
Even someone as big as Marcus couldn't get away with it, so if it were a young master like Draco, he'd probably be beaten to a pulp the whole time.