Neville's strength!
The table flew at an astonishing speed, slamming into Goyle from behind.
"Bang!"
Goyle staggered forward two steps, letting out a muffled murmur—this guy's really tough.
He raised his hand, grinned, and prepared to give Neville a hard blow, but the students gasped in surprise.
Goyle heard the sound of wind behind him.
"Thud!" Another book hit Goyle on the head. He was a little stunned, but hadn't reacted yet.
Then came the second table, followed by three chairs, and then a whole bunch of tables, chairs, benches, and various other items flew over.
Neville's Wand kept moving, the movements small and continuous, like conducting a grand and intense symphony.
Everything hit from a different angle, and none of them followed the same path.
Goyle tried to block them, but he couldn't stop the tables, chairs, and benches Accio from all directions at the same time. These objects almost buried Goyle completely.
The last heavy book slammed down on the back of his head, making him stagger before he fell face-first to the ground, crashing onto a table and chairs with a clatter, and his Wand rolled a long way away.
The classroom was deathly silent— Neville's Summoning Charm was rather frightening.
Neville stood there, his chest heaving, Wand still raised, his hand trembling violently.
He glanced at Goyle, who was already battered and bruised and unconscious, then looked at his Wand, as if he had just realized what he had done.
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
Snape stared at the mess, disbelief in his eyes— Neville did this?
The skill level displayed in casting this Summoning Charm surpasses even that of the Auror.
Snape forced out a few words through gritted teeth. "Longbottom, you win."
He paused, then said, "Alright, go downstairs. Two people come and take this poor bastard, Goyle, to the Hospital Wing."
Everyone fell silent—they could tell Snape was in a bad mood.
Snape started picking people again, his eyes landing on Harry: "Mr. Potter."
Harry's heart sank.
"Come up," Snape said.
Harry looked at Snape's smile and had a bad feeling—ever since his last conflict with Snape, he had been targeted by Snape in every class.
It seems there's no escaping it today.
Harry walked over, stood in the center of the classroom, looked around blankly, and then heard Snape call Will's name.
"Will Behrens, come and speak with Mr. Potter."
Will shook his head helplessly, straightened up from the wall, and slowly walked over. "Come on, Harry, don't hold back, just go for it."
Harry hesitated, stammering, "This..."
"What?" Will asked, "Aren't you brave enough to make a move?"
"I'm afraid of hurting you, Will," Harry said earnestly, "I haven't been controlling myself very well lately."
"Ha—" Snape let out a mocking laugh.
Meanwhile, in Harry's mind, Strange was also a little dumbfounded—what on earth was this silly boy talking about?
How could he possibly think he could go toe-to-toe with Will?
Will looked at Harry, his expression also a little strange.
"Harry," Will said helplessly, "Attack freely, use any spell you like. Don't hold back, test your skills."
Harry hesitated, "Then should I do it?"
"Certainly."
Snape stood by the Lectern, coldly watching them. "Alright, enough chit-chat, begin!"
Harry made the first move. He waved his Wand, and a silent Disarming Charm shot out. It was fast and powerful, and it was the move he had mastered the most over the years.
Will didn't dodge; he simply raised his left hand and casually traced lines in the air.
The spell stopped in front of Will —a barrier of Ancient Runes Will before him, blocking Harry's Disarming Charm.
The surrounding students gasped in amazement.
"Oh my god... Ancient Runes!"
"A true genius..."
"Mr. Behrens is truly terrifying."
They didn't realize that even if Harry's Charms hit Will, it wouldn't have mattered, because Will hadn't even used his Wand.
Harry was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and he immediately followed with the second and third Charms.
The Disarming Charm, Petrification Spell, and Stunning Spell —three spells were cast almost simultaneously, spreading out in a fan shape.
This is an attack that Harry learned during Strange's training; it's considered a high-difficulty attack.
Snape's expression was complicated— Harry was growing up very fast.
Will still took out his Wand, and with a wave of his Wand, three spells deflected in the air, flew past his sides, and smashed into the walls on either side.
A collective gasp filled the classroom.
Harry looked astonished—he was really serious, but Will seemed completely unfazed, as if he were facing a gentle breeze.
Remembering Will's words, he no longer held back, waving his Wand continuously, unleashing a barrage of spells like raindrops.
He didn't chant any spells, but the entire classroom was eerily quiet, with only the sound of incantations echoing.
Will didn't back down an inch; he just stood there, his Wand occasionally rising, or his finger occasionally twitching.
Each spell was deflected, dissolved, or swallowed very close to him; some crashed into an invisible wall, some were drawn to the ground, and some simply disintegrated in mid-air.
Harry fought faster and faster, more and more frantically—he was starting to sweat profusely.
Will put too much pressure on him.
With his final curse, he used all his strength, even involuntarily shouting, "Expelliarmus!"
The Expelliarmus, swift and ruthless, reached Will almost instantly.
Will raised his Wand and gently pressed it down, summoning a barrier to block the Disarming Charm. The Disarming Charm was then bounced back by the barrier.
Protego can, in certain situations, deflect Wizard spells.
"Protego!" Harry shouted again.
The Magic barrier failed to completely block the Disarming Charm; the barrier shattered, and the Disarming Charm struck Harry, nearly knocking his Wand out of his hand.
Harry stumbled, realizing he had lost. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, his palms sweating.
On the other hand, Will's breathing was steady, and his expression was normal.
Snape smiled. "Mr. Behrens wins this match, Mr. Potter. Don't forget your paper."