Wizard's Duel

"Water Sprite, heal his wounds—Healing Spell."

Katelyle stood beside the hospital bed and cast Water Elemental Magic on Neville with a smile.

The Water Sprite leaped and landed on Neville's wrist.

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

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 disappeared. He immediately jumped off the bed in delight.

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

"Professor Kate, I never expected Water Elemental Magic to have such an incredible Healing Spell. This is wonderful."

"Your Elemental Magic Studies class is tomorrow. I wonder how many students will become water elemental wizards. They would have great potential in medicine."

After witnessing the effects of Katelyle's Water Elemental Magic, Madam Pomfrey was overwhelmed with surprise and cried out excitedly.

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

Hearing that, Madam Pomfrey smiled happily. "Really? That would be wonderful."

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

"Professor Kate, will Harry really be all right?" Ron quickly asked.

Katelyle smiled faintly. "Don't you believe in me?"

Ron and the others froze for a moment before nodding.

The Great Hall.

Dinnertime.

Ron and Hermione saw Harry when he returned.

"Are you kidding me, Harry?"

Ron stared at Harry in utter shock while eating steak, seriously wondering whether he had heard wrong.

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

It was simply unbelievable.

"This is incredible, Harry!"

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

Hermione stared at Harry in surprise, sounding like a walking encyclopedia.

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

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

After that terrifying experience in the afternoon, Harry had never felt so hungry before.

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

Hermione and Ron were too shocked to say anything. They simply sat there, staring blankly as Harry wolfed down his food.

After a while, once Harry finally felt his stomach filling up, he lowered his voice and smiled. "I'll start training next week."

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

Ron and Hermione both nodded seriously.

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

Just then, the brothers Fred and George entered the Great Hall. When they spotted Harry having dinner, their eyes lit up and they quickly walked 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 smiled happily and lowered his voice. "Wood already told me. You're definitely our 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 shame," Fred said with a smile as well.

"Do you know how difficult things have been for us before?"

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

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

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

Fred and George bumped fists with Harry, then left with smiles.

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

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

"Well, well, what are you lot doing?"

"Having your last meal? Saying your final goodbyes?"

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

Ron and Harry stood up and glared at Malfoy. What had happened that afternoon still rankled, so neither of them had a pleasant expression for him.

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

"Let me think. How scared were you this afternoon when I was chasing you?"

"But now that you have two little runts protecting you, you've grown some guts, huh?"

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

But the words "little runts" still enraged Crabbe and Goyle. The two charged at Harry furiously, ready to attack.

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

Malfoy spread his arms and stopped Crabbe and Goyle. Then he looked at Harry and said, "You're looking down on me, Harry!"

"If that's the case, then 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 hard at Harry, his eyes filled with mocking amusement.

Harry was extremely displeased by Malfoy's gaze. He said in a deep voice, "Malfoy, are you sure?"

Harry was full of confidence in his magic.

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

Malfoy gave a sinister smile. "Very sure!"

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

"I hope you'll come!"

With that, Malfoy left with Crabbe and Goyle.

Walking ahead of them, Malfoy wore the triumphant smile of someone whose scheme had succeeded.

"Harry, before you leave Hogwarts, enjoy this pleasant night to the fullest."