After Vincent let go, he leisurely took two steps back.
"Reposition the bone—" Marcus with a grim face, using magic to restore his dislocated arm.
This time he did not make any rash moves, and even took the opportunity to catch his breath.
He was arrogant in words, while the other party was arrogant in actions.
"Wayne has once again chosen to give up the attack, and we can clearly see Flint's helpless expression!"
The fog was a bit hazy, but it did look quite like that.
"Wayne is clearly scared!" Blaise Zabini's face flushed red, his whole body radiating defiance.
Li didn't even glance at him. "Some people seem to lack sportsmanship and don't even know the most basic etiquette."
"This is a duel!"
"Oh right, Flint is a fifth-grader after all, and Wayne's actions fully embody the intention of 'friendly' communication."
The Little Lions, suppressing their mischievous grins, all glanced sideways at the scene.
Blaise Zabini, who had lost all face, was pulled back to sit by Draco.
"It's not over yet."
"I know!"
Although Pansy didn't say anything, she couldn't hide the anger on her face.
"Marcus will win." Daphne forced down her unease. "Although the Finite Incantatem can remove most magic, Wayne is not immune to making mistakes."
Marcus's pride, stemming from the Flint family, drove him to win by any means necessary.
"Wayne, I will win!"
He used the Disillusionment Charm and vanished right under Vincent's nose.
"Flint- believe—well, borrowing and plagiarism are all within the rules."
Li pouted, "First Wayne learned the evil curse on the spot, and now Flint is using the same tactic."
I personally feel that this exchange between the Owl Court and the Black Swan was very fitting for the theme.
McGonagall slowly withdrew her gaze.
From the moment Marcus used the Disillusionment Charm, the outcome of the battle ceased to matter.
Even Snape, who maintained a stern expression throughout, had to admit the lethality of stealth attacks against wizards.
Although Marcus below has disappeared, the sound of him moving is still quite noticeable.
Vincent suddenly turned to his left and stretched his leg forward.
A "thud" sounded, as if something had hit the ring.
Marcus quickly got up, trying his best to keep his footsteps down.
It's not impossible to eliminate something using magic without professional training.
However, he didn't even bother with the auxiliary-type Silent Step spell.
"Wayne jumped up; he thinks he stepped on Flint!"
Vincent looked like he was floating on the ring.
Marcus, whose lower back was being stepped on, reached out his large hand and grabbed his left leg tightly.
"Wayne crouched down, what is he going to do?"
Vincent, holding the wand in his mouth, punched it repeatedly like a punching bag.
Even with his robust physique, Marcus let go after only a dozen or so thrusts.
He had barely managed to prop himself up when Vincent pressed his knees down as well.
"Flint has become a human punching bag, and Wayne's score is steadily rising!"
The number on the red barrier stopped at 33.
Vincent, with his feet back on the ring, shook his hands and took the wand from his mouth with his left hand.
Marcus suddenly appeared.
His once pristine white shirt was now covered in dust, making his face look particularly ferocious.
"Pah—" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
It is extremely harmful, and even more so, insulting.
But right now, all he thinks about is winning.
"Wayne!!!"
Vincent flicked his wand and used his steaming right arm to block the upward-moving knee.
"Stupefy— " Marcus had barely finished chanting the spell when his wand, which he had aimed correctly, was deflected.
The Stunning Spell struck the barrier, scattering sparks of brilliant fire.
He refused to believe it and pointed the wand at it again.
"Expelliarmus!"
The Alder Wand, glowing with a pale blue light, successfully removed the Disarming Spell.
Just as he was about to utter the third incantation, Vincent suddenly lowered himself and pressed his shoulder against his chest.
"Petrificus Totalus— "
Before his body stiffened, Marcus glanced down and saw a wand pressed against his lower abdomen.
"No!" Blaise Zabini jumped up in horror, then sat back down in despair.
Perhaps it was Merlin's intervention, or perhaps it was simply due to sheer willpower.
Marcus, who was about to fall, actually raised his hand with trembling hands.
"Is it... just this much... this level?"
Vincent did not answer, but simply gave a gentle push with his right hand.
A loud "thump" rang out.
"I should have been gentler," he muttered to himself as he crouched down, raising his wand with a troubled expression.
Marcus's pupils contracted instantly.
Be gentler?
Should I push more gently, or use the Petrificus Totalus more gently?
"Finite Incantatem— "
Although he regained his freedom, he did not stand up immediately.
"Flint was probably looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but unfortunately Wayne never took his attention away from him."
Li's explanation was reasonable and well-founded, and the situation did indeed appear to be as described.
Why? Wayne—
Why should this spell be broken?
Vincent stood up straight, looking rather bored. "Don't get me wrong, I'm someone who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment."
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?" Marcus stared blankly at the sky, his right hand still gripping his wand tightly.
"Right."
He slowly sat up and looked at the slightly bent wand in his hand.
If you want to embarrass others, you must first be prepared to embarrass yourself.
"I know what you really want to do."
"Is it obvious?" Vincent shrugged.
"Hmph!" Marcus stood up.
If the initial reason was to record the incantation and actions, then repeatedly giving up opportunities to win afterward is probably more than just about embarrassing him.
From the beginning until now, even Filch, who was guarding the castle gate, knew who would ultimately win.
There are no Slytherin students in the Owl Court, and no Gryffindor students in the Black Swan.
As Prefect, I do have the ability to see through people's hearts.
"Continue!" Marcus twisted his neck, fully alert.
Vincent suppressed the smile that he couldn't help but show.
Many students who initially saw it as just a duel have now suddenly realized that it was actually an exchange.
Vincent took all the opportunities to showcase his personal charm.
After it ends, the number of members at the Owl Court Club will definitely increase.
On the other hand, Marcus's ruthless methods at the Black Swan Club look as ridiculous as a clown.
The outcome on the ring is unknown, but the winner between the clubs has been decided.
Dumbledore, standing in the stands, picked up a piece of candy, and with a satisfied smile, put it in his mouth.
It tastes so bitter that you either have to spit it out or swallow the whole thing.
"Oh—I still don't like this taste."
McGonagall glanced at Trelawney, who was opening her second bottle of sherry.
It was indeed quite embarrassing, and he really lost face in front of the entire school.
The only difference is that the object of the Prophecy has been changed from Vincent to Marcus.