Duel

Throughout history, countless genius wizards have fallen victim to out-of-control spell experiments.

It must be said that Albus Dumbledore experienced and his guess was accurate.

Tom has been studying Ancient Magic intensely lately, and the ancient, primordial energy within his body is becoming increasingly active.

It subtly changed his temperament, even giving him a touch of Andros's domineering nature.

However, Andros had long since mastered the art of control, managing it with ease.

Tom is still in the adjustment period, and his aura is hard to hide or control, which is why he stands out so much.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Albus Dumbledore looked directly at the audience and continued speaking in a loud voice.

"Before the Duelling Club officially begins, I have an important institutional reform that I will announce to the entire school."

"After discussions between the four deans and the school administration, it has been determined that the traditional Prefect system has significant drawbacks, and a complete overhaul has been decided upon."

The students looked at each other in surprise. No one had expected that the dueling party would be interrupted by a sudden announcement of a system reform.

Percy Weasley's expression suddenly changed in the crowd; his heart pounded with anxiety, and he was in a panic.

Reforming the Prefect system? Wouldn't that weaken his power as the current Prefect?

Before the students could begin to discuss it amongst themselves, Albus Dumbledore immediately announced the new rules.

"Traditionally, Prefect are all senior students. Under heavy academic pressure, they also have to take care of the discipline management of the entire college, so their energy is inevitably scattered."

"Therefore, the school has officially added the position of supplementary Prefect."

"From the first to the fourth year, each college and each year will appoint two assistant Prefect to assist the official Prefect in coordinating discipline and daily affairs within their respective year."

"Subordinate Prefect have no authority to add or deduct points. The selection criteria are based on daily academic performance and actual performance in this Duelling Club, and appointment is made by the deans of each college through comprehensive evaluation."

"Tonight's duel demonstration will be the best opportunity for everyone to be tested."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Great Hall erupted in a flurry of whispers and murmurs.

The Weasley Twins immediately showed their disgust.

Percy, who loves to meddle in other people's business, is already a headache enough.

If each grade had a few more supervising Prefect, wouldn't the brothers' pranks be severely restricted?

But then they thought about it again, exchanged a glance, and their eyes instantly lit up.

If others can do it, why can't they, the brothers?

Once you become Prefect, you can openly roam around any venue.

They can even use their position of power to cause trouble; it's practically the ultimate undercover agent buff!

The Gryffindor lion cubs were instantly eager to show off, get positions, and demonstrate their abilities—three things combined that directly appealed to their interests.

They were all determined to do their best later and try to catch Professor McGonagall's eye.

In contrast, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have a much more relaxed attitude.

Aside from a brief moment of surprise at first, the students from both academies quickly regained their composure and remained calm.

Taking advantage of the noise, Tom quietly checked the system notification.

[Congratulations, host! Your proposed system of Shadow Prefect has been officially implemented throughout the school and incorporated into the official staff, successfully reshaping the Hogwarts campus ecosystem.]

[Long-term Fawley effective: 250 credits and 25 achievement points will be provided monthly during the school year; this month's stipend has already been received.]

A smile flickered in Tom's eyes; he had finally waited for this day to reap the rewards.

Previously, the Shadow Prefect was only piloted within Slytherin, and the Prefect received a fixed income of 100 credits per month, without any achievement points.

Now that it's available throughout the entire school, the benefits have doubled.

It must be the sum of 100 Slytherin Foundation Credits, plus 50 credits from each of the other three Houses.

While the number 250 may not have a pleasant connotation, the tangible Fawley it offers are undeniably appealing.

As long as you can consistently earn credits and achievement points for free, whether the numbers are auspicious or not is completely irrelevant.

He can then slowly work on optimizing the campus system, ensuring a steady stream of revenue – a sure way to win without lifting a finger.

On the stage, Albus Dumbledore quietly left after announcing the system reforms.

Ross raised his hand and emitted a clear hum with his wand, instantly silencing the noisy discussions in the room.

"For detailed rules regarding the Prefect, please consult the Dean of the College after class."

"Time is limited; we need to complete all Duelling Club before 10 PM."

"First of all, I would like to thank Professor Flitwick for his initiative in assisting me in demonstrating the complete standard dueling procedure."

Ross nodded slightly to Flitwick, Flitwick smiled and nodded in response.

He had a very good impression of this capable and reliable new professor, who was a hundred times more reliable than Lockhart, who was all talk and no action.

Of all the deans, only Snape had a dark expression and a gloomy demeanor throughout.

He had always coveted the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts and harbored deep resentment towards Ross. He had originally planned to use the open class as an opportunity to sabotage Laws and embarrass him.

As a result, Flitwick took the initiative to support him, completely eliminating any chance for him to act, leaving him only to feel resentful in silence.

"The duel is not a barbaric brawl, but a magical ritual that combines etiquette and respect."

Ross stood upright, his voice clear and powerful, carrying throughout the entire venue.

He and Flitwick retreated to opposite ends of the main ring, stood facing each other, and bowed slightly in greeting.

After standing up, the two raised their wands to their chests in unison, then simultaneously lowered them to their sides, their movements precise, clean, and fluid.

"Please remember these basic etiquette rules. A proper sense of ritual is a reflection of a wizard's cultivation and inner strength. Do not be casual or careless, lest you invite criticism."

"After the ceremony, the formal duel will begin."

"The most practical spell in actual combat is undoubtedly the Disarming Charm. It's fast to cast, highly targeted, and accurately disarms the opponent."

"A wizard who has lost his wand is like a beast without its fangs; his fighting power is halved."

"Of course, this method is not a panacea. Wizards at the Uagadou School of Magic have been practicing Wandless Magic since childhood, Disarming Charm have little effect on them."

"Professor Flitwick, please cooperate with the demonstration."

After receiving Flitwick's signal, Ross raised his wand high and declared in a clear voice, "Disarming Charm!"

A dazzling red light shot through the air and accurately hit the target.

Flitwick staggered back two steps, his wand instantly slipping from his hand and flying straight into Ross's hand.

"Simple, efficient, and with a high tolerance for error—that's the practical value of basic spells."

Ross returned the wand to Flitwick, then added.

"But opponents won't stand still and let themselves be attacked; this is the reality of most combat situations."

The next second, the two simultaneously raised their hands to cast a spell. "Disarming Charm!"

The two spells collided violently, their magical powers clashing and sparking countless Spark, resulting in a stalemate in the center of the arena.

Ross felt a chill run down his spine, and his scalp tingled slightly.

Flitwick's magical power far exceeded his expectations; if they held out for another two seconds, his spell would definitely be broken head-on.

He decisively turned to the side and activated his wand, actively canceling the magical clash and ending the contest.

Ross raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead, trying to hide his shock.