Setting up a large arena outside a medieval castle—only the eccentric Headmaster Dumbledore would dare to do something like that.
If it were the former principal Phineas Black, Vincent, this bad student who dared to bully his classmates multiple times, would have been scavenging for scraps outside the school long ago.
Draco held a high-end gold microphone, his lips moving as sweetly as if coated with honey.
"Headmaster Black may not be as capable Headmaster Dumbledore, but he absolutely cannot tolerate such bad students remaining on campus!"
As soon as Vincent and his team arrived at the stadium, they saw him shouting so loudly that the veins in his neck were bulging and his little face was flushed.
With such dedicated promotion, how could we not give back in kind?
Li Xiao, who had been selected as a commentator for the match, ran to the stands.
Before the professors arrived, he grabbed the microphone and launched into a long speech.
"Slytherin, always getting beaten up."
Their college is a breeding ground for idiots.
Their looks aren't anything special.
They are despicable; they always cheat.
They are shameless and often cheat.
They are cunning and always try to find loopholes.
They're stingy; they won't admit defeat..."
The pace and tone of his speech, along with his sentence construction, completely baffled Draco.
"Let me do it." Higgs got the microphone and immediately launched into a whole set of borrowed ideas.
"Gryffindor, rule-breaking."
Their academy is known for producing Troll.
Their looks are extremely poor.
They acted impulsively and broke school rules.
They are arrogant and overestimate their abilities.
They are short-sighted and waste their time.
They're awful, they're all scum..."
The atmosphere was very lively until the professors took the stage.
"The children are so energetic!" Dumbledore a smile, sitting in the stands.
Lee and Higgs went silent instantly, and the entire arena fell into silence.
McGonagall and Snape both looked very grim.
What happened to the promised friendly exchange?
"Hmm?" Dumbledore a dozen flags in the distance.
The round, chubby silhouette of an owl seemed to remind him of something from the past, causing him to slightly curl the corners of his mouth.
"Professor, it's time."
Only after hearing McGonagall's quiet reminder did he turn his attention away from a certain memory.
Li tactfully handed over the microphone.
"Ahem—" Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood up under the gaze of the entire school.
"I hope the two clubs can put aside their past grievances and have a fair and unbiased exchange."
He paused, then looked at the two men standing on either side of the ring.
Marcus's shirt bulged high from the muscles beneath, as if it were about to burst.
While Vincent wasn't quite to that extent, he was still far more exaggerated than many minor wizards.
"We cannot use weapons other than our bodies and wands;"
You cannot take any Potions that have amplifying effects;
"Cannot cast any magic above the level of an evil curse—"
Dumbledore drew his Elder Wand and waved it far down toward the arena below.
The colors of the four barriers gradually deepened, eventually turning into red, blue, yellow, and green.
Each of them corresponds to a spot in the audience seating area of the four colleges.
On the red and green sides, there is a line of numbers that looks like a scoreboard.
"There is no time limit; every time a spell or physical attack hits the opponent, it counts as 1 point."
There are no range restrictions; the barrier will restrict any entry or exit until one side reaches 100 points or voluntarily terminates the game.
There are no special rules; you can use any method to achieve victory.
At last--"
He raised his Elder Wand from the bottom up, conjuring a large cloud of mist above the arena.
They tumbled and rolled, slowly revealing the live footage from the arena.
"We are all spectators. There are no referees."
Vincent gazed at the mist that resembled a holographic projection, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of magic.
While not omnipotent, magic can indeed break the shackles of imagination and realize one's desires in various wondrous ways.
He was beginning to understand why Dumbledore had made such a big fuss.
When magic fails, wizards engage in close combat like Muggle.
Is it elegant?
No!
Even the Pure-blood Old Malfoy, once he discards his wand, can only fight using "outdated" methods.
Therefore, wizards and Muggle should not be hostile to each other like they are now.
This pattern is basically the same as his.
"Wayne is shaking his head. Does he think his opponent is too weak?" Li switched into commentary mode.
"Flint is slitting throats again; it seems he's well-prepared."
Marcus, standing below, made no attempt to hide the sinister smile on his face.
"Please, both of you, step onto the stage!"
Vincent didn't jump up as arrogantly as the other side.
He braced himself on the edge with one hand and leaped onto it with remarkable ease.
"Merlin! Wayne's method of getting up there was full of skill!"
Li looked disdainfully to the other side, "On the other hand, Flint's situation is completely simple, crude, and prone to collapse."
Slytherin immediately erupted in boos.
Dumbledore's idea was simple: all he needed to do was plant the Muggle in the young wizards' minds that Muggles also had their merits.
His actions were in Vincent's best interest, so there was no reason for him to refuse.
"I'll count to three—"
The two were less than thirty feet apart.
Li excitedly stood up, waving her little fist, "One!"
Two!
Three!
Start!"
Marcus had his wand raised almost as soon as he made the announcement.
"The Entrapment Jinx— "
Ripples spread from where Vincent stood, flowing like liquid.
"Silencio— "
With these two curses combined, a junior wizard who doesn't know Nonverbal spells would probably just stand there and get beaten up.
"Finite Incantatem— "
The Alder Wand removes the targeted silence spell.
Before the swamp could fully form, Vincent quickly pulled his foot back and stepped on it.
Marcus looked slightly surprised, but the next moment he unleashed several more targeted curses.
While his opponent was waving his wand in defense, he swiftly cast the Fire-Making Spell.
It lacked the power of the Fiendfyre, and its range barely reached Vincent.
"Flint is very clever; he even knows to stop Wayne from getting closer!" Li cleared his throat under the watchful eye of the vice principal.
"Look, although Wayne's 'Finite Incantatem' has a small range, it's much more effective when applied to flames than the Aguamenti '."
Vincent, having removed the Fire-Making Spell, did not launch an attack, but instead gently beckoned to Marcus with his finger.
"Wayne!" Marcus cried out, waving his wand and separating several rough little stone cones from his feet.
"Multi-Shot Spell— "
It may be rough, but the tip is truly sharp.
If that hit your face, it would definitely disfigure you.
However Vincent did not move, but simply stared at them with sharp eyes.
"Da-da-da-da"
The moment the Alder Wand touched the stone cones, it turned them into Blue Fatty with various expressions.
The toys scattered on the ring seemed to be mocking Marcus.
He gripped the wand tightly, and it immediately shone with various colors of light.
Vincent eliminated each of the different spells that were fired one after another.
There were quite a few, and he only remembered the pronunciation of two or three spells.
There are no time limits or special rules; all you need to do is concentrate intensely, and you can have hundreds of chances.
Uchiha Wynn Copy Wizard Cent gave Marcus a highly aggressive smile.