The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Jiajiajia, add one more chapter, two chapters of Christmas specials tomorrow, it is recommended to prepare insulin in advance)

Cyrus never expected that someone would choose him as an opponent. It seems that Draco's prestige in the senior year is just like that

I just don't know how he got Marcus to agree to stand up.

Marcus Flint and Cyrus holding wands, both circling the edge of the field, testing each other

In the end, Marcus was overwhelmed and took the lead, "avis (flock of birds)"

Interesting, wanting to rely on flocks of birds to block the line of sight, and at the same time cast a transformation spell on the summoned monomer for sneak attack, Cyrus sighed with emotion about the fighting power of the fifth grade

But... the same move doesn't work on him! !

"incendio (blazing fire)!"

Flames emanating from Cyrus' wand, it's not the little flames you showed in class

He raised his wand above his head, and gracefully drew a circle, the orange flames swayed like water waves, and Marcus's birds were instantly burned to nothing, falling to the ground and turning into nothingness

Draco and Harry could clearly feel the heat wave coming.

Marcus was startled, but experienced, he turned the surrounding desks into two giant pythons

"Snake? As expected of the Black Snake Club~" Cyrus was like a conductor, guiding the surrounding flames that hadn't dissipated, letting them perform their unfinished music

The characteristics of the thunderbird's feathers were revealed, and the flames gathered and transformed into a white-tailed eagle. The extremely fast dive and sharp claws tore a boa constrictor into two pieces, and then grabbed Marcus

The other python kept sprinting and came to a position less than half a meter away from Cyrus

Harry clutched his clothes tightly, and he swore that the next time he saw Draco Malfoy walking alone, he would definitely punch him in the face

Like when he beat Dudley in his dream.

Wayne and Cedric were a little anxious, Hermione was staring at Draco opposite, with nothing but coldness in his eyes, and Draco Malfoy felt a cool feeling on his neck, making him He is a little uncomfortable,

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the boa constrictor is about to hang

Cyrus suddenly took a step to the left, bent and tilted his body, avoiding the sweep of the python's tail, the wand turned into a silvery white hand and half a sword

The whole sword is 1.3 meters long, the blade is sharp, and the hilt is just enough for Cyrus to hold two hands

When the giant snake turned to bite and kill, he immediately stepped back and lunged to the right, raised his body with his hands, and cut upwards smoothly, with the python's head and tail separated

"The dragon is finished,

The bones are crumbled to pieces;

armor shattered to pieces,

Prominence turned to lowliness!

The sword will eventually be full of rust,

The crown and throne will not last long..."

"Nice!! Chop! Chop these Slytherins to death" Ron was so excited that he jumped up when he saw this gorgeous and smooth movement, and at the same time he was cursing whether the Sorting Hat was too confused

On the other hand, Neville stared at the transformed sword with twinkling eyes, not knowing what to think.

Without the support of magic power, the boa constrictor returned to its original appearance, but the desk became two parts.

On the other side, after using aguamenti (clear spring into water) to kill the fire eagle, Marcus immediately added a defense to himself

"protego"

Then continued to play two spells - reducto (shattered bones) and oppugno (thousand bullets)

He cleverly mixed the crushing spell into the ten thousand bullets spell

Cyrus also cast a protego (armor body protection) instant shattering spell on himself, and split the crow and rope created by the ten thousand bullets spell with a half-handed sword

"Oh~ old buddy, it's been a long time." Cyrus couldn't help feeling a little rusty after splitting another piece of iron chain

This hand-held sword is like a fish in water in Cyrus's hands. Slashing, chopping, and stabbing, each movement relies on the inertia of the previous step. While slashing the summoned creature, it is also gradually approaching the opponent.

But one thing he didn't expect was that Marcus would spell silently

At the moment when a summoned object blocked his vision, Marcus raised his wand, "expulso (flying sand and rocks)" a blue fire suddenly rushed

Flying sand and rocks is a dueling curse, which can produce stronger power than explosions on opponents, destroy objects, or seriously injure opponents.

But the force gave an early warning in the last second, and the armor protection was too late, and it was impossible for him to use the wand-shaped enemy fencing sword to resist the offensive curse

Marcus seemed to have seen Cyrus who was thrown to the wall, spitting out blood, he was sure of winning, and finally couldn't help laughing

The premise of the spell is magic power, and magic power is a kind of energy, so...

Hermione, who was wringing her heart and staring at Draco, suddenly felt a strong shock,

Cyrus turned sideways, holding the enemy's fencing sword in his right hand, and after chopping down an attacking crow by his side, raised his left hand

"Om-"

The blue Flying Sand and Rock Curse was suspended, and the smile on Marcus' face froze.

The curse of staying in the air is constantly pulled, showing a sense of breaking in the eyes of others, and finally disappears

"You don't know anything about the Force"

Cyrus jumped up quickly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and placed it next to his right ear, "Now, I have occupied the high ground!"

With a side cut, the enemy's fencing sword collided with the white shield and made a "clang!", the armor body was broken, and the impact also sent Marcus flying, hitting the desk behind him

"Back...my back..." Marcus supported his waist, and Pansy and Zabini hurried to help him

"Merlin, Arthur, you played beautifully." Harry saw the final jump chop, and suddenly felt that Cyrus was also suitable for the position of batsman.

And Neville ran to the side to discuss with Cedric about joining the association. The cheering Ron pulled Harry and said, "I must tell George and Fred when I go back today."

Cyrus, who was the winner, was panting slightly. To be honest, Marcus is really good. He has the knowledge and experience corresponding to the fifth grade, and other students of the same fifth grade may not be able to match him.

If the last force was not used, Cyrus himself thought it would be hindered a little. The enemy fencing sword in his hand turned back into a magic wand. He stroked it lightly. When casting a spell, you can vaguely feel the unique running circuit of the thunderbird feather

Hermione handed him the glove, um~ very good, it still kept a certain temperature.

She re-tied the scarf around Cyrus' neck, "Huh~ not bad"

"If I lose, will you fight back?"

"Skills are not as good as others! I will only train you well! Let you be my punching bag" Hermione glared at him, and pinched his neck as she spoke

Harry looked at Cyrus with some envy. He had good grades, popularity, and Quidditch. How could he be different from the Muggle world?

Neville lowered his head, and asked Cyrus in a low voice: "Your association also teaches...ahem...swordsmanship?"

"Want to learn? I'll teach you," Cyrus said nonchalantly.

After hearing this, Harry and Ron also ran over immediately, "I'm coming too!" "Add me, add me"

Draco, on the other hand, had a stinky face. The first time he collided, he got nothing. In order to ask Marcus to help him, he even exchanged a set of Firebolts for the Quidditch team.

Even Harry Potter ran into the opponent's club, what a shame.

On the other hand, Wayne and Cedric shouted on purpose: "Long live the Association! Long live the Eagle Claw Court!!"

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