After standing there stunned for a moment, Michael immediately waved his wand to cast two protective Spells on himself, then turned and ran.
Are we just going to stand there and wait for him to hit us?
In duels, the accuracy of Spells is also very important.
After all, even the strongest Spells is useless if it can't hit.
By moving nimbly, you can effectively avoid some Spells, and with the added protective Spells on your body, you'll be even safer.
Michael's line of thinking is generally correct.
Unfortunately, he ran into Silan.
Silan waved her wand, casting a Fire-Making Charm while secretly activating [Blazing Dragonfire].
"Incendio!"
To make the act convincing, Silan chanted the incantation for Fire-Making Charm.
As soon as the incantation was finished, flames shot into the sky.
A blazing flame condensed into a giant sphere at the tip of Silan's wand, which hurtled towards Michael like a meteorite.
Despite Michael's serpentine maneuvers, he was momentarily stunned when a fireball the size of a meteor streaked across the sky.
The meteorite fell beside him and exploded with a loud "boom".
The immense energy sent him flying.
The Shield Charm on his body were as flimsy as paper, having no effect whatsoever.
The terrifying flames turned the land black, melting some of the stones, and the overflowing heat made his whole body ache.
Michael looked at Silan, trembling.
I was so close, so very close to being burned to a crisp.
Michael clearly sensed that Silan deliberately deviated from the trajectory when casting the spell, only letting the aftershocks of the flames graz him.
"If it's a direct hit..."
Michael felt a cool and hot sensation on his forehead.
The feeling of coolness came from breaking out in a cold sweat, while the heat came from the residual heat of the flames drying the sweat the moment it appeared.
There was a moment of silence in the stands, followed by a deafening roar of exclamations.
"Is this... is this the Fiendfyre?"
"Impossible! I clearly heard him shout 'Incendio!' That's Fire-Making Charm!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the Fire-Making Charm possibly have such power!"
Lee Jordan listened to the chattering around him, his ears ringing, unable to hear anything clearly, and even forgot the commentary.
Silan approached Michael: "Shall we continue?"
Michael swallowed hard and shook his head frantically.
I'd have to be crazy to keep going!
When that terrifying heatwave hit him just now, he almost thought that Silan had cast a Fiendfyre on him.
What a Fire-Making Charm!
How could Fire-Making Charm have such power?!
Professor Snape in the stands was also somewhat surprised.
"How did Prewett master the Fire-Making Charm to this extent? It's unbelievable."
Snape's mood brightened, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
In any case, the game is pretty much over.
Lockhart, sitting next to him, seemed a little uneasy. After glancing at the situation in the arena, he tried to get up and leave.
Snape stood up and blocked his way.
She looked at him with a disdainful and mocking gaze. "Professor Lockhart, why aren't you smiling?"
"Do you think the game wasn't exciting enough, or are you just naturally averse to smiling?" Snape said slowly and deliberately.
"Haha..." Lockhart chuckled dryly, then tried to squeeze past, "Excuse me, Professor Snape, I suddenly remembered I have something important to tell you..."
Snape moved aside, blocking Lockhart's path, and said sarcastically, "The match is about to end."
"Oh dear, as the team leader and professor, shouldn't you wait until the competition results are out before leaving?"
"I..." Lockhart was momentarily speechless.
Snape flashed a bright, cheerful smile and sincerely invited Lockhart.
Let's wait and see how the match goes.
After saying that, Snape pressed his hand down on Lockhart's shoulder without waiting for Lockhart's reply, roughly shoving him back into his seat.
Lockhart was restless, his face flushing red and then turning pale.
Snape, on the other hand, was in a good mood, and a rare smile remained on his face.
He had endured Lockhart's taunts for quite some time, but now that the outcome was decided, he had to make sure Lockhart heard the result with his own ears.
Let all the students know who you, Lockhart, are, to dare to presumptuously compare yourself to me?
"Professor Lockhart, what are you so nervous about?" Snape asked deliberately.
"I'm not... I'm not nervous."
Lockhart gritted his teeth and said, "The match isn't over yet, Professor Snape. As long as..."
Lee Jordan, having regained his composure, continued his commentary.
"Beautiful! Prewett's... uh... Fire-Making Charm?"
"In short, he shattered Corner's dream of winning the championship!"
"Corner stood up! Is he going to fight back? No! He surrendered!"
Snape gave Lockhart a mocking smile and deliberately asked, "Professor Lockhart, I didn't quite catch what Lee Jordan said. Who surrendered? Was it Prewett?"
Lockhart frowned and stammered.
"It's Corner... but Mr. Longbottom is also on the field..."
He looked at Neville with hopeful eyes.
Go Longbottom!
Give him a close-quarters brawl, just like you would with Malfoy!
Mount him, hold his neck down, and if he struggles, punch him!
Lockhart pinned all his hopes on Neville, hoping he could turn things around.
Pity.
"Longbottom has surrendered!"
Lee Jordan shouted excitedly, "Corner and Longbottom surrender, Potter and Weasley are both badly injured!"
"Prewett, only Prewett is still fighting!"
"The result is undisputed! Prewett won! The Chimera Team won!"
"Oh dear," Snape shook his head with a regretful expression, "It seems I was so busy teaching my students that I didn't even notice that there was something wrong with my ears."
"Professor Lockhart, I'd like to confirm something with you."
"If I heard correctly, it seems like Prewett won?"
He wouldn't let Lockhart off the hook at all, constantly making sarcastic remarks.
Lockhart was extremely frustrated, his face changing like a chameleon, but he was helpless.
Are we going to fight Snape?
Lockhart still remembers the lessons learned from the first Dueling Club gathering.
He twitched his lips, revealing a set of tightly clenched white teeth, and forced out a sentence through gritted teeth. "Yes... yes, Prewett won."
The students around them also noticed the commotion and looked over.
Snape was still not satisfied.
"Oh~" he drawled, then deliberately asked, "So, whether in terms of personal magical skill or in terms of teaching students as a professor, I am superior?"
Lockhart fell silent.
But the students around him answered for him.
"Without a doubt!"
"I get it! That must be it!" one student exclaimed suddenly. "Prewett is so amazing because Professor Snape taught him so well!"
"Yes! To be able to use the Fire-Making Charm to this extent must be due to Professor Snape's guidance!"
Lockhart stood up abruptly and uttered a curt sentence.
"The match is over, I'm leaving."
"Go ahead," Snape without even looking at him.
He's just a clown; his performance is over, so of course he has to leave the stage.
Lockhart gritted his teeth, pulled up his robe to cover half his face, and walked towards Hogwarts Castle in a disheveled state.
Lee Jordan's passionate voice rang out once again.
"Let's welcome the champions! Professor Snape's Chimera Team!"