Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

Most people in the stands only saw Percy defeating his opponent easily, but they had no idea how complicated Percy's operation was just now.

First of all, you can't hear the incantation he recited. Others can't hear the incantation you recite, so naturally they won't know what spell you are releasing. This little trick is not difficult and can be done after a period of practice.

What surprised Mike the most was not this.

In Mike's eyes, releasing a spell is like shooting a gun, and the released spell has its own trajectory like a bullet fired from a gun. But the curse released by Percy had no trace at all, as if it had hit the target the moment it was released.

Mike guessed correctly that this should be a special spell-casting technique.

Mike is now certain that Percy is the heir of Slytherin. The kind of spell-casting skills that can make the spell lose track are simply not something that Percy can acquire.

"Mike, Mike! Don't be in a daze, Senior Carol's game has begun!" Just when Mike was lost in thought, Franklin suddenly said excitedly.

Mike woke up and glanced at Franklin angrily.

Why is this guy Franklin so expressionless now? Didn't he see that he was thinking about something?

With this thought in his mind, Mike said nothing and looked at the arena below expressionlessly.

At some point, the female student body president of Hogwarts got into a fight with her opponent, a Gryffindor student.

I saw magic spells appearing one after another with dazzling light. Under the surge of magic power, the entire duel field was filled with various magical auras.

"Hu~hu"

Carol panted violently, and the constant dull pain in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe.

This is an injury caused to him by his opponents in the previous rounds, and a mere week cannot heal this internal injury.

Thinking of this, Carol unconsciously glanced at the suspended attic.

'Damn Lockhart! What broken rules are set? ’

Just as she was cursing Lockhart in her mind, a bright red curse shot over her while she was dazed.

Carol, who was attracted by the suspended attic, had no time to dodge and could only watch as it hit her.

The red light collided with the armor and exploded into fine pieces of light powder that gradually dissipated, but there were also a few cracks in the armor and body charm on Carol's body.

Carol, who was frightened into a cold sweat, gritted her teeth, stared fiercely at the Gryffindor player opposite, raised her hand and fired a stream of shattered bones in retaliation.

However, this was in vain. The Gryffindor player on the opposite side didn't even move. The magic wand attached to it flicked away the curse that flew towards him. This wasn't the end yet. After knocking away Carol's body-shattering spell, he seemed to feel that he had a chance to win, and he actually showed a mocking smile to Carol in front of him.

Carol's teeth were almost broken when she saw this, but there was nothing she could do.

Although she is the president of the female student council of Hogwarts, her strength can only be regarded as top-notch among the seventh-year students of Hogwarts. After all, in addition to strength, what the student union president needs more is management ability and social ability.

The Gryffindor player opposite her was also a seventh grader, and he was also the kind of outstanding student who had the best chance of being recruited into the Auror force. These top combat students are not nerds with only theoretical knowledge. Their actual combat experience is no worse than that of ordinary percussionists from the Ministry of Magic.

If the other party's injuries were not more serious than his own, he might have lost by now.

The Gryffindor player opposite felt extremely relieved when he saw Carol's expression of being so angry that he was about to explode but couldn't do anything to him. Driven by this emotion, he felt that the wounds on his body had not yet healed. The wounds don't hurt much anymore.

With a right step, he easily dodged a disarming curse shot by Carol with hatred. The Gryffindor player's face gradually became serious, and he decided to end the game.

"The flames are blazing!"

A ball of fire emitting terrifying heat appeared at the tip of his staff. This was a variant of the fire spell he had painstakingly researched after being inspired by Mike. Although this fireball is far inferior to Mike in terms of flexibility, in terms of power, it is really better than the previous one.

He believed that even if the fireball did not directly hit Carol on the opposite side, the shock wave and high temperature caused by the fireball explosion would still allow him to win the game.

Carol looked at the huge fireball in despair and murmured:

"Are I going to lose? Am I... still not as good as that person after all?"

Gradually, the cheering sounds of the surrounding audience and Lockhart's annoying commentary disappeared. The terrifying heat emitted by the huge fireball distorted the air around it, making it seem to be constantly twisting and changing, and some Untrue.

She didn't know if she had an illusion, but Carol felt that the fireball that was hitting her slowly turned into a smiling face, a mocking Mike's smiling face.

It was as if Mike was mocking her.

As if being stimulated by something, Carol roared at the fireball in front of her at the top of her lungs:

"I'm not willing to give in! Why? Why is it that I'm not the one chosen as Ravenclaw's seed player! Obviously I am the student with the highest status in Ravenclaw.

Why does Professor Flitwick always favor you? I was obviously his favorite student before this!

Why! Obviously...it was obviously me who came first!

I want to prove it to everyone! I! Carol Mawson! Definitely no worse than you Mike! "

The huge fireball carried the hurricane and flew slowly. Before the ball arrived, the wind arrived first.

Penello stood in the strong wind with a determined expression, her long hair flying freely behind her, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield. The hearts of everyone in the stands were clenched, and they stared blankly at the woman confronting the huge fireball with their mouths wide open.

Finally, Carol moved.

It’s not about turning around and running away, nor is it about raising your hands in surrender.

Instead, he rushed towards the huge fireball!

"Are you crazy?" the Gryffindor boy roared.

He couldn't understand why Carol wanted to win so much. This is not a life-and-death battle, it's obviously just a game.

The fireball like the sun finally landed, and the endless flames completely engulfed Carol.

"boom!"

A moment later, the violent explosion reached everyone's ears. Everyone in the venue stood up and looked towards the duel field below.

Gradually, the thick smoke caused by the explosion gradually dissipated, and it was seen that the place where Carol stood had been replaced by a huge pit, but Carol was nowhere to be seen.

The circular duel arena fell into an eerie silence. Everyone was looking for Carol with their eyes, and many of the more pessimistic girls were already crying.