Someone Wants a Duel!

"Professor... Professor Moody..." Anthony Goldstein had not noticed Alastor Moody's footsteps and jolted upward as if startled.

"I actually wasn't..." He looked at Moody, his smile freezing on his face as he stammered, "That's not... what I meant..."

"Mr. Goldstein, your family once produced an outstanding Auror..." Moody said gruffly. "I hope you can follow in her footsteps!"

"If this were a real enemy..." He pointed at Michael, whom Wizet was helping up. "He'd only be lying on the ground. His wand would still be in his hand."

"What should you do at a time like this? Watch his wand, disarm him first with the Disarming Charm, then knock him out with a Stupefy!"

"If the Stupefy doesn't work, walk over and kick him in the head with your boot! Make sure he is completely incapable of moving!"

Moody had given several examples earlier and had even demonstrated the motions, making the scene easy to picture in their minds.

The moment Michael heard that, his scalp tingled. He twisted his ankle and muttered unhappily, "There's no need to be so ruthless..."

Pfft...

Snort...

Cough, cough, cough...

Hearing Michael's mutter, the students around him desperately tried to hold back their laughter, but all sorts of sounds still escaped. With so many noises blending together, Moody naturally heard them.

"Looks like that business with the sweets still hasn't taught you a lesson..." Moody's tone was full of irritation. "And all of you have already forgotten what we covered last class..."

"When you encounter a wizard who wants to kill you, he won't announce what he intends to do, nor will he politely and honestly recite his spell for you."

"Looks like I'll have to show you..." Just as he spoke, the bell rang for the end of class. "What kind of battles