Setting up a large arena outside a medieval castle was something only the eccentric Principal Dumbledore dared to do.

If it were the former principal Phineas Black, Vincent, a bad student who dared to bully his classmates many times, would have been outside the school picking up rags.

Draco held a high-end gold microphone in his hand, and his mouth looked like it was covered with honey.

"Principal Black may not be as powerful as Principal Dumbledore, but he will never tolerate such bad students staying on campus!"

As soon as Vincent and the others arrived at the arena, they saw him shouting so hard that veins popped out on his neck and his little face was still red.

How can we not give back to the publicity that we put so hard into?

Li Xiao, who applied to be the commentator for this competition, ran to the stands.

Before the professors arrived, he took the microphone and gave a good output.

"Slytherin gets beaten all the time.

Their college is full of stupid pigs.

Their looks are nothing to behold.

They are mean and always cheat.

They are shameless and often cheat.

They are insidious and always take advantage of loopholes.

They are stingy and refuse to admit defeat..."

The speed and harmonization of the sentences made Draco confused.

"Let me do it." Higgs King got the microphone, and when he opened his mouth, it was a complete reference.

"Gryffindor, you don't follow the rules.

Their academy is rich in trolls.

Their appearance is extremely low.

They are impulsive and violate school rules.

They are arrogant and do not know their own abilities.

They are short-sighted and waste their time.

They are bad, they are all scum..."

The atmosphere was very lively until the professors came on stage.

"The children are very energetic!" Dumbledore sat in the stands with a smile.

Lee and Higgs instantly lost their temper, and the entire arena fell into silence.

Both McGonagall and Snape looked ugly.

What about the friendly exchanges we promised?

"Huh?" Dumbledore saw a dozen flags from a distance.

The round owl silhouette slightly raised the corners of its mouth as if it reminded him of something in the past.

"Professor, the time has come."

He only turned his attention away from a certain memory after hearing Mag's quiet reminder.

Li wisely handed over the microphone.

"Ahem—" Dumbledore cleared his throat and stood up under the gaze of all the teachers and students in the school.

"I hope the two clubs can put aside their past grievances and have a fair and non-judgmental exchange."

He paused and looked at the two people standing on each side of the ring.

Marcus' shirt was bulging out from the muscles underneath, as if it was about to burst.

Although Vincent didn't go to this extent, he was far more exaggerated than many young wizards.

“No weapons other than the body and wand can be used;

You cannot take any potions with amplifying effects;

You cannot cast any magic above a curse——"

Dumbledore drew out his elder wand and waved it far away toward the ring below.

The colors of the barriers on all sides gradually deepened, and finally turned into four colors: red, blue, yellow and green.

Their corresponding positions are exactly the auditoriums of the four colleges.

On the red and green sides, there is also a row of numbers that looks like a scoreboard.

"There is no time limit, every time a spell or body hits the opponent, it counts as 1 point;

There is no scope limit, the barrier will restrict anyone's access until one party's score reaches 100, or the party actively requests the end;

There are no special rules and any method of winning can be used.

at last--"

He raised the elder wand from bottom to top, creating a large cloud of mist on the top of the ring.

They rolled and slowly reflected the real-time scene on the arena.

"We are all spectators. There is no referee."

Vincent looked at the mist that was like a holographic projection and couldn't help but admire the wonder of magic.

Although it is not omnipotent, magic can indeed break through the shackles of imagination and use various wonderful ways to realize what you want.

He vaguely began to understand the reason why Dumbledore would bring the battle to such an extent.

When magic doesn't work, wizards will fight in close quarters like Muggles.

Elegant?

No!

Even old Malfoy, a pure-blood leader, could only use "outdated" methods to fight his enemies if he threw away his wand.

Therefore, wizards and Muggles should not be as hostile to each other as they are now.

This pattern is basically the same as his.

"Wayne is shaking his head. Does he think his opponent is too weak?" Li entered the commentator's state.

"Flint is cutting his neck again. It seems he is well prepared."

Marcus underneath did not hide the sinister smile on his face.

"Please step onto the stage, both of you!"

Vincent did not flip up as arrogantly as the other person.

He held the edge with one hand and jumped on it very lightly.

"Merlin! Wayne's method of getting up there is full of skills!"

Li looked to the other side with disdain, "On the other hand, here in Flint, it's completely simple and rough and easy to fall down."

Slytherin immediately burst into boos.

Dumbledore's idea was very pure. He only needed to convince the young wizard that there was merit in implanting Muggles.

What he did was in Vincent's interests, so there was no reason to refuse.

"I'm counting to three—"

The two men were less than thirty feet apart.

Li stood up excitedly, waving his fist, "One!"

two!

three!

start!"

Marcus had already raised his wand almost as soon as he made the announcement.

"The floor collapsed—"

The place Vincent stepped on created ripples, flowing like liquid.

"Silent and silent——"

If the combination of these two curses continues, the little wizard who doesn't know how to cast silent spells will probably have to stand still and get beaten.

"All curses will end——"

The alder wand removes directed silencing spells.

Vincent took advantage of the swamp before it was completely formed and quickly stepped behind him.

Marcus looked slightly surprised, but the next moment he threw out a few more pointed curses.
To be continued...