"Quick, quick, quick! Professor Snape, open the door!" Oren's immense strength was nearly enough to smash the office door to pieces. "Hurry up and get up, it's time to duel!"
Snape opened the trembling door, his face as dark as the huge bat hanging from the office ceiling.
"What is it?"
Oren rolled his eyes at him. "Pictures of Madam Snape are being sold everywhere. I really don't know how you can still keep such a straight face."
Snape's blood pressure ↑
His face darkened another shade as he squeezed out a few words. "What is it?"
"What else could it be? A duel." Oren shot him a provocative look. "Mostly, I want to see how strong I've gotten."
"Let's go." Snape took the lead, bringing Oren to a secluded, deserted corner outside the castle.
Neither side took a stance nor bowed to the other. Instead, they launched sneak attacks to show their respect.
"Pah! The Head of Slytherin has no martial ethics, actually launching a sneak attack!" Oren complained as he dodged the incoming spell.
Snape's mouth twitched. He truly could not understand how Oren had the nerve to say something so shameless. The tree stump Oren had ambushed and blasted flying was still in the air, not yet back on the ground.
If he had not dodged quickly just now, the duel might have ended on the spot.
Snape flicked a potion bottle onto the ground. Green smoke began to spread, and he understood that there was no point talking about honor when dealing with this little troll.
A transparent film appeared around Oren's body as he returned the favor by hurling several Dungbombs at Snape. They did no damage, but the humiliation was immense.
"Pah! You shameless old bastard, using this trick again? Watch me pickle you