Quirrell's gaze made Rhine look somewhat taken aback.
It was only the second week of school, and he was already going to fight Two-Face?
For real?
But a moment later, an eager look appeared on his face.
After obtaining Battle Prowess Natural and Staff Mastery, even he did not know just how strong he had become.
The strength of ordinary young wizards had long since ceased to exist on the same level as Rhine's. Even Aba, the troll he had fought last time, had at most served as a warm-up. It had gone down before Rhine had even exerted much effort.
Two-Face...
He should be much tougher, right?
Taking a deep breath, Rhine gripped the Ancient Staff, battle intent surging in his eyes.
"Professor, then I'll make my move."
"If you get hurt, you can't deduct points from Gryffindor."
A strange smile appeared on Quirrell's face.
Had he worn that ridiculous turban and played weak for so long that Rhine still could not shake the impression that he was a pushover?
Which professor capable of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts did not have a few tricks up their sleeve?
No matter how impressive a young wizard was, he was still within the limits of a young wizard. How capable could he really be?
Quirrell nodded slightly.
At that very instant, a scalp-tingling sensation suddenly exploded in his mind.
Voldemort's sharp voice rang through his head.
"Focus, you idiot!"
Beside the lectern, a cloud of chalk dust stirred without wind and flew toward Quirrell's face.
Quirrell's expression changed.
Fuck!
What was wrong with this year's Gryffindors?
They could even pull such dirty tricks?
Quirrell narrowly cast Scouring Charm, sweeping all the dust away.
But that was only the beginning. Having seized the initiative, Rhine's wand danced wildly, and