Let's Duel

Today, Ross's standing among students has long surpassed that of many professors.

With her down-to-earth personality and solid skills, compared to Lockhart who was all flash and no substance, she's practically a paragon of the industry, instantly gaining immense popularity.

"I'll take advantage of these two weeks to farm a few more Duel Charms, so I don't end up getting beaten up the whole time and making a complete fool of myself."

Many students were awakened by these words, quietly withdrew from the crowd of onlookers, and planned to spend their time in the library after dinner to cram on magic knowledge related to duels.

Meanwhile, in Ross ' office.

Tom held a cup of hot coffee, slowly took a sip, and teased with a playful expression.

"You really know how to cause trouble."

He truly hadn't expected that Lockhart's Duelling Club would fail so spectacularly, while Ross would immediately launch a formal open dueling course.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the strong inertia of the plot or that this person was simply restless.

Ross mistakenly thought Tom was unhappy about this and panicked instantly, cautiously probing the situation.

"Young Master, if you're not happy about this, I'll immediately find a way to sabotage the course and leave no room for future trouble."

"No need." Tom shook his head casually, his tone nonchalant. "I've said it before, as long as you don't reveal your identity, you can do whatever you want."

"Besides, it's good to have a Duelling Club to watch the excitement. All the young wizards in the school competing on the same stage will definitely be a lot of fun."

He glanced the Ross up and down, then continued jokingly, "I just didn't expect you to be so dedicated."

"Taking a Defense Against the Dark Magic teacher's salary while also helping the entire Hogwarts class improve their dueling skills, he's truly a model of hard work."

Seeing that Tom was really not angry, Ross finally breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head, and gave a sheepish smile.

"Actually... this was an arrangement Ms. Rosier made for me."

Tom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Rosier? What's she up to now?"

Tom might believe Ross's whim to some extent. But since Rosier is involved, it's definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision; there must be a deeper scheme behind it.

Ross honestly confessed the truth. "Ms. Rosier told me to cooperate fully with Albus Dumbledore and perform well."

"If I can infiltrate the Order of the Phoenix and stay by Albus Dumbledore's side when he returns, I will be able to obtain firsthand intelligence, which will facilitate our subsequent plans."

Tom's eyelids twitched violently upon hearing this, and he thought to himself that this was truly outrageous.

As expected of Gellert Grindelwald's core confidant, his vision is truly far-sighted.

Before their own leader has even made a comeback, they're already thinking about planting spies in Albus Dumbledore's camp.

Even an honest guy like Ross was taught how to go undercover; he's really mastered the art of workplace scheming.

Tom was unsure whether to praise or criticize, so he could only offer perfunctory encouragement.

"Then keep up the good work, strive to win the annual Outstanding Teacher award, successfully infiltrate the Order of the Order of the Phoenix, and become Albus Dumbledore's right-hand man."

Ross looked bewildered and asked innocently, "I'd love to have a right-hand man, but does Hogwarts have an award for outstanding teacher?"

Tom fell silent.

Hogwarts doesn't have such an award. But Ross doesn't care about empty titles; his ultimate dream is simple and pure.

I'll see Gellert Grindelwald in person and give Graves and his useless grandfather a good dressing down.

Not for power or profit, but simply to vent his anger, Rosier's selection of him from among the candidates truly shows he's found a chosen one.

Overnight, a dueling frenzy swept through the entire Hogwarts.

Whether in the corridors, courtyards, or Great Hall, the students talked about duels constantly.

Some were studying the power of spells, others were figuring out how to use them first, and everyone was eager to try. Especially the Gryffindor, who had been holding back their anger, were finally getting their chance to turn the tables after being crushed and mocked by Slytherin in Quidditch.

Even classrooms have all been transformed into practical combat extension courses.

In her Transfiguration class, McGonagall changed her usual teaching style, turning all kinds of teaching aids and books into lively little animals.

"Don't think that Transfiguration is only for doing homework or for putting on a show," McGonagall said in a clear voice.

"A true master of Transfiguration is the most troublesome opponent in the dueling arena."

"Animals react much faster than humans, and can not only block deadly spells for you, but also instantly Transfiguration to restrain opponents, making them extremely valuable in actual combat."

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand and pointed, and two flexible wooden arms instantly grew from the chair behind Neville, holding him tightly in her arms.

Neville froze in fright, struggling wildly and nearly falling flat on his face, but thankfully the chair caught him in time.

"See that? Transfiguration duels aren't just about elegance; they're also a display of battle intelligence."

Having witnessed the practical results firsthand, the students' enthusiasm for learning instantly soared, and their attentiveness in class doubled.

During the Charms Class, Flitwick went into nostalgia mode, excitedly sharing his legendary duels from his youth.

"My opponent back then was extremely strong, wielding all sorts of spells with ease, and his skills were unparalleled."

"Everyone in the room was convinced I was going to lose, and I was once in a hopeless situation."

A student raised his hand with eyes full of admiration. "Professor! You must have used a powerful high-level spell to turn the tide in the end!"

"Quite the opposite." Flitwick stroked his mustache, a smug look on his face. "I only used one basic Summoning Charm the whole time, and won directly."

The entire class was stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Summoning Charm is just a basic spell for fourth graders, and most of the students in the class can cast it skillfully. How could anyone defeat a powerful enemy with such a basic spell? No one could imagine it.

Flitwick leaped high onto the pile of books, making sure everyone could see his demonstration, and revealed, "I summoned a thick stone wall and flew at top speed close to the ground!"

"I'm petite, so I can easily dodge by crouching down. But my opponent overlooked the height difference between us; even when he crouches down, he's still taller than me standing!"

"In the end, he was hit directly on the head by the stone wall, fainted on the spot, and suffered a concussion. It took him more than half a month to recover."

The whole class. "..."

It was truly an outrageous and unreasonable victory.

Seeing the students' speechless expressions, Flitwick smiled and offered some guidance, "Don't you think it's all about luck and requires no skill?"

No one dared to speak, but that was what everyone was thinking.

"That's your misconception," Flitwick said, shaking his head earnestly.

"Duel is never a contest of spell power; the sole objective is to render the opponent incapable of resistance."

"There is no such thing as a dignified victory or defeat. As long as it is within the rules, any means are a fair and square victory."

The students nodded in agreement, suddenly realizing that it could be done that way.

Even the most demanding Snape couldn't resist joining in the duel hype.

Originally, this lesson was supposed to cover how to brew painkillers, but Snape changed the lesson content at the last minute.