When it came to the practical part, Vincent lived up to expectations and blew up a large mass of air.
The Gryffindor students, who were unaware of what was going on, were terrified, thinking he was researching some kind of evil curse like the Blasting Curse.
"Don't be nervous, this is normal."
While writing his paper on Transfiguration, Seamus immediately raised his head and said, "See? From now on, if anyone calls me Blasting Genius again, I'll fight them!"
Dean, who was next to him, suddenly stood up. "Okay, Blasting Genius."
"Don't run!"
"I won't allow that, Blasting Genius!"
Seamus attempted a powerful eagle-spreading maneuver, but his opponent simply rolled away to dodge it.
He slammed his knee on the floor, but quickly stood up as if nothing had happened.
Dean was like a nimble and mischievous little monkey, jumping and leaping around the common room.
Percy, who was seriously disturbed, was about to scold Vincent's wand glowing with a light blue light.
"This is—" Dean, who was pinned to the ground, was slightly stunned.
Seeing the opportunity Seamus immediately stuck two fingers into it.
"Ouch—" This nose-picking move is not a proper fighting technique.
Percy strode up to Vincent. "Although the range is a bit small, it is indeed the Finite Incantatem."
Seamus then turned around to look.
If he failed ten or more times, he might give up.
Merlin certainly wouldn't let the hardworking young wizard down.
The twins and Cedric were all slumped in their chairs.
Percy then noticed the presence of the two Little Badger.
Since they were all from the same club, he decided to pretend he hadn't seen it.
"How exactly did you do that?"
"It's a secret." Vincent lightly twirled his Alder Wand. "Vice President, do you have time to accompany me for the strength test?"
"This—" Percy hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.
Seamus quickly pulled out two fingers and wiped them on Dean's clothes with a look of disgust.
"Blasting Genius, our friendship ends here!"
Shh—don't speak.
The tables and chairs near Vincent and Percy had been cleared out, and they were staring at each other from about ten feet apart.
"Let's begin."
At Rolf's command, both of them simultaneously raised their wands.
"Stupefy— " Percy pointed his wand forward, but the tip remained still.
The spell he truly used was the Dancing Feet Spell that was released silently afterward.
Aside from Quirrell's unexpected use, the Nonverbal spells can also be used to launch a feint attack, just like he did.
Although the Alder Wand struck thin air the first time, Vincent Finite Incantatem he had constructed with the tip of the wand before it could actually hit the target.
Percy quickly lowered his wand, "Stupefy— "
The Alder Wand, which had been flipped halfway, was gripped tightly once more.
The Stunning Spell was also removed.
"Very good." Percy put away his wand. "By compensating for the weakness of a small range with reaction speed, Flint is in big trouble this time."
Wizards are not used to fighting physically, so even if Marcus is a size bigger, his chances of winning are definitely not as great Vincent's.
"The market is open!"
The twins had barely uttered a shout when Percy pulled out his wand again.
"You two, don't run!"
The poor vice president was lured away by their feint.
Cedric and Rolf left quietly.
Before leaving, they all cheered Vincent, hoping to severely injure Marcus, who looked like a gorilla, and leave him lying in the Hospital Wing for a month or two.
Hermione sighed helplessly after hearing this.
Before Christmas, Hufflepuff has a Quidditch Match against Slytherin.
The two innocent Little Badger have gone completely astray.
Why are you looking at me like that?
"An illusion, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent really wanted to make fun of her slightly puffed-out cheeks expression.
"Granger —it's nothing."
He always unconsciously overlooked the fact that she was a girl.
In the original story, Harry and Ron were probably like that too.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Aren't you going to eat something?"
Hermione stopped in her tracks, her face contorted with worry as she clenched her small fists.
"I'll go change my clothes first."
"Oh." Vincent pointed his wand at the pile of tables and chairs and put them back in their places.
Everything is ready, all that's left is to eat well and get a good night's sleep.
The atmosphere in the Slytherin Common Room was the complete opposite.
Marcus not only didn't take it easy, but he also unleashed a barrage of curses at high intensity.
"Silencio — Incendio — Multi-Shot Spell— "
Snape, with his hands crossed and chin resting on his hands, stood up and left.
His face showed neither joy nor sorrow, as if he hadn't held out much hope.
"The professor is disappointed?" Pansy's rainbow face had faded considerably. "Even if Wayne knows the Shield Charm, he can only defend passively, right?"
Draco shook his head slightly. "No, his silence was the best he could have done."
If Snape thought it wasn't working, Marcus would already be getting yelled at.
His silence suggests that he is only somewhat satisfied, but not entirely confident.
"Is Wayne really that good?" Daphne, with faint red marks on her cheeks, stared intently at Draco.
"It's not a matter of how powerful or not." He paused slightly, calming his inexplicably agitated emotions.
"I don't know how he dealt with Quirrell, but including the last Quidditch Match, he didn't seem particularly serious."
You mean—
"Yes, he probably never even cared about us."
A strange sense of shame slowly enveloped Daphne's heart.
Only after looking at Marcus, who was still casting all sorts of evil curses, did she gradually regain her confidence.
Draco is the same.
Only Pansy and Blaise Zabini still had their arrogant faces.
"Pshaw, no matter how good they are, they're still Muggle-born. Outside of school, they can't compare to us at all."
Pansy agreed with this blunt truth, "He just got an Order of Merlin by sheer luck, maybe even a third-class medal for his contributions to entertainment."
"That's great!" Blaise Zabini smiled particularly sinisterly. "The thought of Mudblood stopping a lousy professor makes me happy."
It seems that Fudge, the Minister for Magic, has kept all information channels tightly under wraps.
After all, even Old Malfoy only knew that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curses, and he couldn't get any more inside information through connections.
Marcus finally stopped, satisfied, just before curfew was approaching.
"Go back to the dorm, everyone. I'm going to give Wayne a good beating tomorrow."
After most of the students had left, he confidently sat down at the Black Swan's private round table.
What are the chances of success?
"100% is a bit of an exaggeration, let's say 70%."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's missing?"
"Amplification potions, magical items, and unrestricted rules."
Marcus smiled confidently, "But that's enough for now."
They were certainly aware that Dumbledore would set up various restrictions.
Draco forced a calm expression and said, "Our goal is not to win, but to make Wayne lose face."
"It definitely will." Marcus's expression instantly turned cold.
"I want him to be unable to stand in Gryffindor!"
And he won't be able to stay at Hogwarts!
Ultimately, he'll be unable to establish himself in the Wizarding World!
Both Blaise Zabini and Pansy were grinning maliciously.
Draco returned a polite smile, his heart filled with the same worry as Daphne's.