Silan looked around.
Neville was found straddling Malfoy in a "tiger-fighting Wu Song" style, one hand on Malfoy's neck and the other raised high.
Whenever Malfoy struggled, Neville would punch him.
Poor Malfoy was ruthlessly suppressed.
As for Harry and Ron, the two of them were already lying on the grass, giving up.
These two are really not taking this match seriously at all.
Negative review.
Michael awkwardly looked away from Ron, seemingly surprised that his teammate would throw the game in such an outrageous way.
"Prewett, watch out," Michael Corner said, frowning.
That's so thoughtful, but a bit unnecessary.
Silan just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, so she gestured for him to leave.
"You make the first move."
Michael frowned. "This is a competition. We belong to different teams. You don't need to give me that."
In wizard duels, unless there's a significant difference in strength, the first strike almost always guarantees victory. Now, Silan's decision to let him go first is, in Michael's eyes, practically a provocation.
"Does this mean I'm no match for them at all?" Michael thought to himself.
Silan shrugged casually. "Not for you."
"But if you don't make the first move, you won't have a chance to make a move later. It's a game, after all, so you should feel involved. You can't just come on the court to get some fresh air."
"You're quite confident. But I've heard that excessive confidence can make people arrogant," Michael said through gritted teeth, somewhat angrily.
Silan laughed and said, "Then you can just consider it my arrogance."
He casually twirled his wand with his fingers, seemingly waiting patiently for Michael to make his move.
"Prewett and Corner seem to be talking about something..."
Lee Jordan squinted at the two of them. "Does Prewett want Corner to make the first move?"
"What a bold decision! Once Corner's Spells hits Prewett, the match can be considered over."
Was Prewett's move a display of confidence or arrogance?
Ginny, standing in the stands, gripped the railing with some concern, half of her body leaning out.
"Will Silan be alright?"
Hermione was also a little worried, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, but she maintained a calm and composed expression, even offering Ginny a word of comfort.
"Don't worry, Ginny, he'll be fine."
Snape, sitting in the professor's seat, frowned and watched the room silently.
Now Harry and Ron's match-fixing has resulted in a lose-lose situation, and Malfoy has been ruthlessly suppressed by Neville.
The situation was clearly unfavorable to him.
"This is not a wise decision, Prewett," Snape thought.
Lockhart was quite pleased, and kept winking at Snape.
"It seems the match is about to end."
Snape snorted and ignored him.
Professor McGonagall, standing nearby, whispered to Professor Flitwick, "Is letting the opponent strike first some kind of special dueling technique?"
"This..." Professor Flitwick hesitated for a moment, "This really doesn't qualify as a technique, unless he's very confident that he can cast the Spells much faster than his opponent. Otherwise..."
Professor McGonagall's eyes flickered with worry.
"They've started!"
Lee Jordan's excited voice interrupted everyone's train of thought.
Michael waved his wand and unleashed Spells, the whole sequence of movements flowing smoothly.
"Stupefy!"
A beam of light shot from the tip of his wand, striking Prewett like an arrow.
The angle, speed, and route were all perfect.
This strike is bound to hit.
"Is Prewett still not casting the spell? Looks like the match is already over," Michael thought to himself.
But just as the Spells light was about to strike Silan, he moved.
"Protego!"
Almost the instant the incantation was finished, Corner's sleeping spell struck Silan.
Unfortunately, it was blocked by an invisible armor, and not a ripple was made.
"How is this possible?!" Michael exclaimed in shock.
How could he cast the Spells so quickly?!
He was closest to Silan and could see him most clearly.
When he released the Spells, Prewett hadn't even begun chanting it.
But before his own Spells could hit, he unleashed the Shield Charm!
This is impossible! How could someone cast Spells so quickly?
"Could it be Nonverbal Spell?"
Michael stared intently at Silan, guessing what he was thinking, but he quickly dismissed his guess.
Impossible, he's just a second-year student.
Moreover, when he was chanting the spell, he also waved his wand, and the Spells he released was the same as the incantation he chanted.
It was an accident, it must have been an accident.
Michael took a deep breath and shot again.
"Expelliarmus!"
This time, Silan waited even longer, almost until the Spells was right in front of him before he began to cast it.
But it still managed to stop it.
"Another beautiful defensive play!"
Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "Prewett has been waiting even longer this time than before!"
"Is he deliberately training his reaction time and spellcasting speed?"
The students in the stands also became aware of the problem.
They all looked at Silan with some disbelief.
They asked themselves honestly, and none of them dared to do what Silan did, waiting for their opponent to finish casting the Spells before making their move.
That's too risky and too daring.
It's easy to fail if you're not careful.
But Prewett not only did it, but he did so calmly and gracefully.
"No wonder they come from Sacred Twenty-Eight," a young wizard couldn't help but exclaim. "Their demeanor and elegance alone are enough for someone to learn for a lifetime."
Those around him couldn't help but glance at Malfoy upon hearing his words.
Malfoy had now completely given up struggling and was being pinned down by Neville, looking dejected.
"It seems that not all wizards of the Sacred Twenty-Eight are like Prewett..." they thought to themselves.
Lee Jordan, whose passion had been extinguished by the previous fixed game, was reignited.
"Corner has struck again!"
"This time it's his signature Levitation Charm!"
"Blocked! Blocked again!"
"Corner isn't giving up yet, unleashing a beautiful Disarming Charm!"
Will he succeed this time?
"It's a success!"
"It's Prewett!"
"Prewett has successfully blocked Corner's Spells once again! And his movements are getting slower and slower, as if he wants to give everyone a live demonstration of the Shield Charm!"
"Even Michael Corner couldn't break through Prewett's Sighing Wall! If someone told me now that Longbottom's Shield Charm was taught by Prewett, then I'd say, it wouldn't be surprising!"
"Prewett! This is an impeccable defense!"
Lee Jordan spoke rapidly and hoarsely, as if he were venting the frustration he had accumulated from the previous fixed game.
Michael, slightly out of breath, looked at Silan.
He had just unleashed several Spells, but they were all blocked, which made him somewhat apprehensive.
"Maybe he only knows the Shield Charm?" Michael thought to himself.
Wizards who specialize in a particular Spells are not uncommon in the Wizarding World.
But Silan quickly proved it with his actions.
You're mistaken.
"Corner, be careful," Silan said.
These were the words Michael had just said to him, and he was now repeating them verbatim.
Michael tensed up, his whole body stiffening.