Chapter 538: Chapter 447.666: Plus an Interactive Segment
The next moment, screams erupted one after another among the lower-year students. The upper-year students, however, seemed used to it and turned to look back.
It was Professor Flitwick, the short-statured Half-Blood Goblin, who appeared there without anyone noticing, with a serious expression, his magic wand precisely pointing at William.
He didn't even turn around. He just slightly shifted his body, and the light blue shield he had just outlined in the air with magic power slid to his side, as the dazzling red light collided with the shield and shattered with a roar, disappearing into the air along with the red light.
"So, as I just said, in real combat, it's hard for a wizard to encounter a scene as fair as a duel match—"
William calmly continued the interrupted speech, the curve of his mouth seeming to widen a bit. And just as he finished speaking, another voice promptly sounded at the other end of the hall—"Piertotum Locomotor!"
Professor McGonagall's figure appeared at the side of the guest seat. No one knew how long she had been squatting there, but her voice carried a hint of easily detectable excitement.
The next moment, the statues that had rarely been noticed before, usually staying in the grooves near the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall, came to life. They leaped out of their grooves in various postures, crashing heavily to the ground, causing the surrounding little wizards to instinctively want to dodge.
The statues silently parted the crowd, dust being shaken off with each step they took.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Before the little wizards could react to the statues coming to life, and the shock that Professor McGonagall actually smiled, Professor Flitwick's charm had already been shot again. This time, the attack was more in line with his status as a duel champion, with light flickering in the air, and various binding spells, impediments, and jinxes flew by successively, with tricky angles and rapid speed.
By this time, Tom couldn't decide where to look anymore. He only felt his shoulder ache. The boy's eyes widened greatly, and the small pride brought by perfectly learning the Levitating Spells in Charm Class in just two and a half minutes and earning Professor Flitwick's praise instantly vanished—
Although Professor Flitwick never hid his duel championship (even occasionally bragged about it), humans are always creatures that judge by appearances, and very few could associate this short-statured Half-Blood Wizard with "powerful," yet everything happening now seemed to refresh everyone's understanding.
"Protego."
Under Tom's somewhat tense gaze, William naturally reacted quickly, with the Iron Armor Spell appearing again, directly covering—the first statue to land. Just when the little wizards thought the "new professor" made a mistake out of nervousness, they saw the wand in William's hand rise again—
The statue wrapped in the Iron Armor Spell then rose into the air, directly hurling at Professor Flitwick who had already dodged to the front of the crowd, blocking a series of charms heading towards William.
And Professor Flitwick, who seemed to be preparing some big move, was forced to stop, placing his wand upright before him, and using a sharp Diffindo to slice the oncoming statue along with the charm in half, with the scattered stone fragments losing all momentum before hitting the little wizards, falling to the ground with a dull thud.
"Incarcerous!"
"...It's Professor Sprout!"
Yes, at some point, Hufflepuff's head of house, dressed in a brown-green robe, also appeared in the hall.
The Poisonous Tentacles replaced the ropes of the Imprisonment Spell, with several green shadows shooting out from the witch's wand towards William. At the same time, a dozen emerald Devil's Snares had already climbed onto the bodies of those statues, wrapping them in a layer of Vine Armor, with the extra tendrils rising up like venomous snakes, shooting towards William.
At this moment, the plants intertwined into a precise net blocking all possible escape routes for the target, while also attacking William were hook-spears, axes, and halberds from the hands of the statues.
Tom felt his shoulder hurting more, turning his head to find it was his roommate nervously squeezing his shoulder—damn Jack Sloper.
"Well played!"
It felt very imposing to say it like this, but William realized how foolish it sounded once he said it—"Incendio!", the flame at the tip of the wand flared and extinguished instantly, but a large hole had appeared in the previously impenetrable net, and William elegantly stepped forward to the left, causing all the attacks from the professors to miss.
"Similarly..."
While dodging the attacks, William did not forget to continue his teaching moment, "Our battle isn't turn-based, when faced with an overwhelming combination, you must learn to find the weak point, for instance, now with three professors battling me, who do you think is the weak point?"
"..."
Finally, all the students couldn't help but gape, after all, those flying charms didn't look fake, was there still an interaction session at a time like this?
"...Professor McGonagall?"
Finally, Cedric hesitantly raised his hand, hesitating not out of concern for William's safety, but simply not knowing which professor to offend—ultimately, he chose Professor Meow, as Sprout was family, and Flitwick got along well with him—only McGonagall was neither good nor bad.
Watching Professor McGonagall rolling her eyes at him, Cedric's face fell—
Damn it, how come Snape never shows up at crucial moments like this? Isn't he usually fond of wandering around everywhere?
"Very well, let's give it a try."
William nodded, his figure flickering around the guest seats, and within a few breaths, he appeared before McGonagall, his wand nearly pointing at her chest, with red light flashing—just when everyone thought Professor McGonagall would be hit, a roar echoed beside the woman, as her scarf transformed into a lion, swallowing the spell that should have been a sure hit into its belly.
The lion didn't pause its movement, continuing its pounce towards William, while William's figure flickered back to the original spot.
"Very well, it seems Diggory answered incorrectly, but Hufflepuff still gets fifty...five points—"
William's act of favoritism was once again halted by the just vice principal with a look, and he could only sigh, "Then, continuing the question, of the remaining two professors—which one might be the weak point?" "Professor Sprout!" This time, the answer came quickly, from a sixth-year Slytherin little wizard based on his expression—
This guy probably didn't take the advanced Herbology class.
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