Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 495 Confident Slytherin

Chapter 495 Confident Slytherin

The Ironclad Spell is one of the few defensive spells. Once successfully cast, it does not cause any changes. Only when the spell is about to hit will a semi-transparent white barrier appear in front of you, blocking and reflecting the spell back.

Therefore, during practice, in addition to mastering the incantation and wrist movements, you also need to get beaten up to confirm whether you have truly succeeded in casting the spell.

Therefore, finding a suitable opponent is very important.

Inside the Great Hall, everyone was looking for an easy opponent they could defeat, or someone they thought they could defeat. Meanwhile, Sirius Black and Snape on the dueling platform were also busy, keeping a close eye on the crowd.

They seemed to treat this exercise as another form of competition, where the winner would be determined by which side had more people.

So whenever they notice a significant skill gap between two players in a group, they immediately disband the team and find them equally matched opponents.

As Sirius Black's godson and Snape's thorn in his side, Harry naturally couldn't stay out of it. He originally wanted to team up with Ron, but before he could even speak, Snape rudely pulled Ron aside.

"The Dream Team should be broken up, Weasley. Your opponent is Crabbe." As soon as the words were spoken, a boy stepped out from the Slytherin group.

Crabbe was a burly man who looked like a bear that was almost an adult. He stared at Ron cruelly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Mirison—" he continued, "You'll be paired with our Miss Know-It-All."

Milison Burst, a tall and muscular girl, is often described as resembling a poodle, rude, and short-tempered, fitting the stereotype of Slytherin.

"oh----"

Hermione frowned and let out a soft sigh, somewhat reluctantly.

She wasn't worried about being defeated by Milison; among all the witches her age, she was confident she wouldn't lose to anyone. But she couldn't guarantee that Milison would abide by the rules of the duel.

Or rather, Milison will definitely not follow the rules.

Although Ron and Hermione were separated, Harry didn't seem too panicked.

"I can team up with Xilen," he said. "We've been together before—"

However, just as Harry looked in Shiron's direction, he saw Monta from Slytherin extend an invitation to him, and Shiron accepted.

"That's not fair," Hermione said, frowning. "Montath is a seventh-year student, while Celeste is only a fifth-year student."

"When Mr. Ollivander became the Triwizard Tournament champion, he never considered that his opponents might be seventh-graders," Snape said expressionlessly. "I think it was a very reasonable decision."

Then the group looked at Sirius.

But to Harry and his friends' surprise, Sirius Black, after a moment's hesitation, actually agreed to the proposal, for a very simple reason.

"I don't think Monta is better than Krum or Delacour," Sirius said.

"Alright, Potter, I think it's time to find you a worthy opponent." Snape glanced behind him and said to Draco, the only Slytherin who hadn't yet found a match, "Would you like to team up with Mr. Potter?"

"Of course, Professor." Malfoy stepped forward, looking at Harry with ill intent. "I'd be happy to."

"So—" Snape then looked at Sirius Black, "Professor Black, what do you think of this opponent I've found?"

"Professor Snape, isn't your decision a bit too hasty? Why don't we ask the person involved for their opinion?" Sirius glanced at Malfoy, who was rubbing his hands together, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

He then looked at Harry and asked, "What do you think?"

At this moment, Harry had a vague sense that Sirius and Snape seemed to be secretly competing, so he immediately nodded.

"I'm fine," he said.

"That's good." Sirius gently patted Harry on the shoulder and repeated, "Remember, we're practicing the Iron Man Charm this time, so you must do your best to help Mr. Malfoy."

"I will do my best." Harry took a deep breath.

"Me too!" Malfoy said coldly.

Soon, the huge auditorium was divided into smaller dueling arenas.

Although there were several hundred students present, it did not feel crowded at all. After they dispersed, there was still plenty of space around each person, so there was no need to worry about being affected by the magic of others.

As the representatives personally chosen by both professors, Harry and Malfoy naturally occupied the central position in the Great Hall, the very spot where Sirius and Snape had fought.

Xilun was not far from them, right next to them.

When he stood on the makeshift magical dueling platform, Monta was already waiting there, eyeing Xilun with a sinister look, seemingly hesitating about where to begin.

The moment Xilun stepped on it, he eagerly stretched out his wand.

"Grinning widely!"

Slow, the chanting speed is too slow, and it's full of mistakes.

Faced with magic of this level, Siron didn't need to cast any armor spells at all. With a casual wave of his hand, he sent the silver light flying towards Goyle, who was standing nearby.

Gore immediately burst into laughter, collapsing to the ground, barely able to breathe, clutching his stomach and laughing uncontrollably.

Not only was Goyle stunned, but even his opponent—well, Simo, who was practicing—was stunned. He had just been about to cast a spell on Goyle, and he had already finished reciting the incantation, so there was no time to retract it.

"Legs stiffen and he dies!"

"boom!"

Good news! Gore's awful laughter finally stopped, and a plume of smoke, resembling a mushroom, slowly rose from his body.

Does the Leg Lock spell have explosion and smoke effects?

Oh, Simo, it's alright then.

"You're really despicable, actually ambushing your own people." Xiren looked at Monta across from him with disdain. "Even if you have a grudge against Gore, you can't retaliate against him in such a low way."

For a moment, Monta was completely stunned. He couldn't understand why these words would come out of Xilun's mouth. Shouldn't these be his words?

Although he did cast the spell, it was Siren who threw it at Goyle. How could he have the nerve to say something like that?

"You shameless Gryffindor!"

Whether it was a misperception or not, Xilun felt that Monta's head seemed a size bigger than before, and his face was as red as a tomato that had been overcooked in a thick soup.

"The dragon has emerged!" Monta pointed his wand at Xilun again.

A slender, black venomous snake emerged from the tip of the staff, its tongue flicking as it stared intently at Xilun.

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