Wizard Duel

"Spirit of water, heal your wounds. Healing Spell."

Katelyle stood beside Neville's bed and cast Water Elemental Magic on him with a smile.

The water spirit leaped onto Neville's wrist.

The next moment, under Madam Pomfrey's astonished gaze, Neville's broken wrist was restored.

Katelyle put away his wand and smiled at Neville. "All right, Neville. Your arm is fine now."

Neville moved his wrist. There was no pain at all, and the swelling had vanished. He immediately jumped off the bed in delight.

Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Neville's roommates, who had come to visit him, all cheered happily at the sight.

"Professor Katelyle, I never imagined Water Elemental Magic had such an incredible healing spell. It's wonderful."

"Your Elemental Magic Studies class is tomorrow, isn't it? I wonder how many students will become water elemental mages. They would have great potential in medicine."

Having witnessed the effects of Katelyle's Water Elemental Magic, Madam Pomfrey was overjoyed and cried out excitedly.

Katelyle smiled. "If Madam Pomfrey can find a group of students interested in medicine, I'd be very willing to teach them some healing magic."

Madam Pomfrey smiled delightedly. "Really? That would be wonderful."

After chatting briefly, Madam Pomfrey left. Some little one had a terrible stomachache, and she needed to attend to it.

"Professor Katelyle, will Harry really be all right?" Ron hurriedly asked.

Katelyle smiled faintly. "Don't you trust me?"

Ron and the others were briefly stunned, then nodded.

Great Hall.

Dinner time.

Ron and Hermione saw Harry there after he returned.

"Are you kidding me, Harry?"

Ron ate his steak as he stared at Harry in utter shock, seriously doubting whether he had heard correctly.

Not only had Harry not been expelled, but he had also become the Gryffindor Quidditch Team's Seeker.

It was simply unbelievable.

"This is unbelievable, Harry!"

"Do you know that you're the youngest Seeker in history? Professor McGonagall helped you accomplish a miracle. This broke the school rules."

Hermione looked at Harry in astonishment, sounding like a walking encyclopedia.

Harry smiled faintly. "Wood told me I'm the youngest Seeker in a century."

With that, Harry eagerly picked up a pie and stuffed it into his mouth.

After that heart-stopping experience that afternoon, Harry had never felt so hungry.

Right now, he needed to eat enough food to replenish his strength.

Hermione and Ron were too stunned to say anything. They simply sat there, watching Harry wolf down his food.

After a while, once Harry felt his stomach filling up, he laughed softly. "Training starts next week."

"But it's a secret. You have to keep it for me. Wood said we need to give Slytherin a surprise."

Ron and Hermione both nodded solemnly.

When it came to dealing a blow to Slytherin, they were surprisingly united.

Just then, the brothers Fred and George entered the Great Hall. When they spotted Harry eating, their eyes lit up and they hurried over.

Fred squeezed Ron aside and sat to Harry's left, while George sat on his right. Both of them draped an arm over Harry's shoulders.

"Well done, Harry." George laughed happily in a low voice. "Wood already told me. You're definitely a trump card. Oh, right, we're on the House team too. We're Beaters."

"Harry, with a trump card like you, we'll definitely win the Quidditch Cup this year and wipe away our past humiliation," Fred said with a grin.

"Do you know how difficult things were for us before?"

"Those Slytherin bastards have been arrogant for far too long. How I wish Merlin would teach them a painful lesson."

"But it doesn't matter now. We believe in you, you know? Wood has complete confidence in you."

Hearing Fred and George, Harry instantly understood. He held out a fist to each of them and smiled. "Let's do this!"

After Fred and George bumped fists with Harry, they left with smiles.

"Let's do this!" Ron said with a grin, holding out his fist to Harry.

Harry smiled and bumped fists with Ron. Then Hermione held out her fist as well.

"Well, well, what are you doing?"

"Having your last meal? And your final farewell?"

"Hehe, Harry, when are you taking the train back to the Muggle world? If you need it, I can reluctantly see you off."

Ron and Harry stood up and glared at Malfoy. What had happened that afternoon still rankled them, so they had no pleasant expressions for him.

Hearing Malfoy's words, Harry's gaze swept over his two lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, before settling on Malfoy. "Malfoy, you seem awfully pleased with yourself."

"Let me think. This afternoon, when I was chasing you, just how scared were you?"

"But now that you've got two little runts protecting you, you've suddenly grown some nerve."

In truth, Crabbe and Goyle could hardly be called little runts, since they were much bigger than Harry.

Yet the words "little runts" still enraged Crabbe and Goyle. The two of them rushed forward furiously, ready to attack Harry.

Harry immediately pulled out his wand, prepared to fight at any moment.

Malfoy spread his arms to stop Crabbe and Goyle, then looked at Harry. "You're looking down on me, Harry!"

"Since that's the case, let's have a real contest."

"Tonight, we'll have a wizard's duel. A wizard's duel with wands only."

After saying that, Malfoy stared intently at Harry, his eyes filled with a mocking smile.

Harry was extremely displeased by Malfoy's look and said in a low voice, "Malfoy, are you sure?"

Harry had complete confidence in his magic.

He had mastered both wind and fire elemental magic. Taking down Malfoy would be easy.

Malfoy gave a sinister smile. "Absolutely sure!"

"Midnight tonight. I'll be waiting for you in the Trophy Room."

"I hope you'll come!"

With that, Malfoy left with Crabbe and Goyle.

As he walked ahead, Malfoy wore the satisfied smile of someone whose scheme had succeeded.

"Harry, before you leave Hogwarts, enjoy this pleasant evening properly."