Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"So, fellow students from Hogwarts." Muhammad looked at the five British people who looked at each other, "Which one of you is willing to come on stage?"

His face was full of smiles, but when Louis looked at him, he felt like there was a knife hidden in his smile.

"Professor Muhammad is like this. He likes to comment and explain the performance on the spot. This is a characteristic of his classes."

Of course, this method of teaching has its advantages. It can point out the weaknesses in combat in time and make corrections. However, it takes a little courage to show up in front of so many people and even risk making a fool of yourself.

However, Louis suspected that Mohammed's motives were impure and that he might use this duel to boost Durmstrang's morale and suppress the prestige of Hogwarts.

Therefore, for everyone at Hogwarts, this game cannot be lost.

"No one is willing? Well, let me see." His eyes swept among several people. Suddenly, it locked onto a girl with silver-white hair.

"It's just you. What's your name, kid?"

"Ah...Astoria, Astoria Greengrass."

She was startled by the sudden call, but she still answered Muhammad honestly.

"Astoria? Very good, come on kid."

Muhammad stretched out a hand, and Astoria was about to leave when a hand from behind grabbed her arm. She looked at the boy behind her in surprise, only to find that Lewis shook his head at her.

"Wait a minute, Professor Muhammad." Louis pulled Astoria behind him, "Why don't you let me do it? Do you think it would be better?"

He had no intention of getting involved, but Muhammad actually named Astoria to the stage.

But Muhammad didn't care. No matter who fell in love with him, he wouldn't feel any difference. Besides, if he could defeat the boys at Hogwarts, they would be convinced.

"Of course," Mohammed greeted. Louis stepped onto the ring in one step, and Astoria was a little worried.

"So, as for my Durmstrang players." Mohammed looked at the eager students below. Durmstrang's enthusiasm was much stronger than that of the Hogwarts students.

"Mueller, come up...it's just you."

With a wave of Muhammad's hand, Louis saw a tall European who was taller than Krum walking up.

"It's him..." Krum's thoughtful words reached the ears of several Hogwarts people, and they all looked at Victor in unison.

"He is the strongest duel master in his class. I heard that he defeated two sixth-grade students in last year's duel exam as a fifth-grade student." Krum explained, "You may have seen him, following Kaka Love came to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"It's him." Astoria remembered that a few days before the selection started, she and Louis had met three Germans at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, and one of them seemed to be named Muller.

Louis was also somewhat impressed with him. Before the Christmas ball, he tried to invite Astoria, but was kicked away by the sisters arranged by Daphne. By the way, at the dance that day, Louis had a slight glimpse of the dance partner next to this person, who was a Slytherin girl and one of Daphne's sisters.

He is indeed a romantic scumbag. Lewis has no objection to scumbags, as long as they don't scumbag the people around him.

As soon as Mueller came on stage, cheers erupted from below, especially the screams of girls. According to Krum's dictation, this Muller had three or four girlfriends in school at the same time, which shocked everyone at Hogwarts.

"Those girls don't know?"

"Of course they know." Krum spread his hands, "But they don't mind. Instead, they think it is a symbol of a man's success."

"I can't understand..." Both Astoria and Qiu Zhang were deeply troubled by this. Durmstrang actually has such a weird thing.

"After all, this is a multicultural school, and you have to take time to adapt."

"You don't think so too, do you, Victor?" Qiu Zhang suddenly asked the Bulgarian next to him.

"Of course not."

"Better not."

They gradually turned their attention back to the field. The two duelists had drawn out their wands and were ready.

"The key to a duel is to master the etiquette first. Of course, in a real duel, you won't give time to introduce yourself to each other."

"But this is a classroom, and peace is the most important thing. Therefore, both parties bow to each other."

This was the same duel that Lockhart taught two years ago. The two of them did what Mohammed asked. When they got close to each other, Muller said in a way that both of them could hear:

"Isaacson Muller, Durmstrang sixth grader, I hope you don't lose too badly later."

"Louis Wiggins, Hogwarts..."

"I know you, the Triwizard Tournament champion of Hogwarts." Muller interrupted him, "You are still a bit capable of winning the championship from a few losers, but that is our Crew. Mu didn’t participate, otherwise you wouldn’t have a chance.”

"Really? I don't think so..."

"It's better for my subordinates to show their true skills, Wiggins." Mueller's expression was slightly lustful, "Do you know that girl? If you lose later, I don't mind playing with her."

"What did you say??"

Mueller's words offended Louis, so when they were about to officially start fighting, Louis changed his thinking.

He didn't intend to just knock him off the stage, he wanted to punish this guy who spoke so freely.

"Okay, please get ready and listen to my instructions." Naturally, Muhammad didn't know what the two of them had just said.

"Three...two...one!"

Magical duels are all about speed and reaction ability. This is very similar to Muggle duels in the American West more than a hundred years ago. Whoever draws a gun and shoots faster will have the upper hand.

Therefore, before he could say "one", Louis was already moving, waving his wand and mumbling words. Even when facing Voldemort, he had never had such overwhelming hatred.

"There are many obstacles!"

It was a very simple obstacle spell, but Louis' magic power and reaction were several times higher than the opponent's, leaving Mueller with no time to make the next move. Almost at the same time as Muhammad's command, Mueller flew back.

But it wasn't over yet. Louis controlled Mueller flying in the air with his wand, then pulled him to his side and threw him to the ground. A kick was put between his legs, using all his strength.

The fall just now had already made Muller's whole body shaken. Now that he has been cut off from his descendants by the opponent, he is almost able to practice the Sunflower Book.

Everything happened too fast. By the time the audience and referees reacted, Muller was already lying on the ground unable to stand up.

"You're such a scumbag who talks so freely, I really don't know how you survive in this world." Louis knelt down and looked at him, putting the wand against his face, "You can't touch that kind of woman."

Mueller was speechless in pain. He could only make an inarticulate tone in his mouth.

"It seems that the punishment is not enough. It just so happens that I have learned a new black magic these days. I heard that Durmstrang is a school that tolerates the existence of black magic. I just want to try it on you today."

Louis pointed the wand at his chest, letting out all the negative emotions accumulated in his body.

"Thousands of ants eat away the heart!"