Hogwarts Outsider

The two teachers on the stage are already ready to go.

"Guess who will win?" And the students in the audience began to talk eagerly.

However, most of the students, their views are one-sided, that is, they believe that the ultimate winner will be Professor Felius Flitwick.

The previous duel club has been held for many sessions, and Professor Flitwick has also invited many "assistants", but almost no one can win the "demonstration duel" with him.

After all, when it comes to duels, he was once a professional, and other amateurs can't compare with him.

But Matthew frowned and looked at the back of Professor "Severus Snape" on the stage.

He murmured, "Why do I feel that Professor Snape has a great chance of winning?"

...

"Hold the wand tightly, as you can see," Professor Flitwick said to the quiet crowd. "When we count to three, we will use the first spell...Of course, what we demonstrated, It will only be a'disarming curse'."

"one two Three--"

The two raised their wands almost at the same time, except that Professor Flitwick raised the wand over his shoulders, while Professor "Snape" was at a slightly lower angle.

In terms of reaction, the two are almost evenly matched.

"Except for your weapons!" Professor Flitwick shouted.

Then, a dazzling red light shot from the end of his wand——

However, Professor "Snape" was very sensitive, first squatted down, and then flashed sideways... Professor Flitwick's disarming spell almost wiped his shoulders.

"It's a beautiful dodge, have you seen it..." Professor Flitwick did not forget to explain to everyone at the same time as the duel.

However, Professor "Snape" later took control and shouted, "Except your weapons!"

Another strong red light flashed--

Professor Flitwick, who was experienced in dueling, flashed sideways without hesitation.

However, a surprising scene appeared... Professor "Snape"'s disarming spell, as if it had predicted the direction in which Professor Flitwick would dodge.

The red light accurately hit the body of the spell class classroom.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick was struck so that he could not stand firmly, and after a few steps back, the wand in his hand was also released.

There was no sound in the auditorium.

...

"Great prediction!" Professor Flitwick's face was also slightly embarrassed.

He first climbed off the stage, picked up his own wand in a desperate manner, and said to ease his embarrassment: "Professor Snape's disarming spell is very, very standard..."

"It's just that you underestimated the enemy, Professor Flitwick." Professor "Snape" said modestly: "If you are serious about dealing with me, I am definitely not an opponent."

Professor Flitwick nodded too well at this time, and could only say: "Okay, now that the demonstration is over, you divide yourself into a group in two, and then take the stage one by one to perform... Of course, junior students. priority!"

The crowd began to match two by two, and everyone seemed very excited.

Matthew's opponent finally chose Draco Malfoy, and the two of them are often considered old partners.

Several second-year students began to perform on stage one after another. I have to say that they all performed very poorly, and many of them did not even master the Disarming Curse.

Most of their wands can only emit a faint red mist, which can't produce any substantial effect at all.

Professor Flitwick and Professor "Snape" were patiently correcting their gestures, postures and movements on the stage...

Soon, it was Matthew's turn--

"Mr. Wakefield, and Mr. Malfoy, now it's your turn!" Professor Flitwick shouted, "Quickly, come to me!"

Both Matthew and Malfoy climbed onto the stage, and then stood up.

"Facing your opponent," Professor Flitwick stood between them. "First, bow..."

The two looked at each other, and then both bowed.

"Get down, Matthew!" Malfoy whispered jokingly.

However, Matthew did not answer.

Professor Flitwick continued to shout loudly: "Very good... and then turn around together... count in my heart, take twelve steps..."

"...Is it in place?"

"Very good, now, listen to my password, when I finish counting three, you will turn around..."

"one two Three--"

"The duel begins!"

...

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Matthew suddenly felt that a strange emotion appeared.

It was an extremely strong negative emotion that began to linger in my brain.

He felt that his body was suddenly a little out of control, not controlled by his consciousness.

Even when he bowed to Malfoy, he forced himself to do it.

As Professor Flitwick finished yelling "three," Matthew quickly turned around and raised his wand.

His reaction was much faster than Malfoy.

When he saw Draco Malfoy’s familiar face, Matthew suddenly developed an extremely strong hatred from deep in his heart——

He hates this man!

He wants to kill him!

At least make him seriously injured?

What's going on here?

In Matthew's consciousness... very panic for a while!

Why are my actions, my thoughts, and my own emotions, UU reading www.uukanshu.com are not controlled by consciousness.

In theory, he had no reason to hate Draco Malfoy.

He wanted to speak and tell the instructor Professor Flitwick about this "accident".

But for a time, his lips were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Remember, only the disarming curse is allowed, just to disarm the weapon!" Professor Flitwick reminded at last.

Only disarming spells allowed...only disarming spells allowed...only disarming spells allowed...

There was only this idea in Matthew's mind.

"Except your weapon!" he pointed his wand at Draco Malfoy and shouted.

Matthew's voice was extremely cold and cold.

When he heard it in his ears, he felt nothing like his own voice.

A bright red light sprayed from the magic wand.

It's not like the previous students, just creating a faint red mist.

Even compared to the disarming spells of Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape, the spell used by Matthew is not inferior at all.

Draco Malfoy's eyes seemed to flash.

He didn't even have time to escape, at this moment, he hadn't even raised his wand.

A wave of air passed by him, and his body flew up.

The wand in his hand had already been released, but the body had flew far, far away.

Flew out of the range of the stage, hit the wall on one side hard, and then slipped along the wall to the ground, wisps of blood leaking from his pale blonde hair.

Poor Mr. Malfoy, just fainted.