Chapter 219 219. Scott wins on the sidelines
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 219 219. Scott wins on the sidelines
Higgs got the first sprinting crows right.
"Ten thousand bullets fired!"
But Scott did not pause at this time, and the second batch of crows flying like arrows had come to him again.
Higgs didn't seem to know how to use the Iron Armor Curse, so he could only flee in embarrassment.
Scott waved his wand again.
"Get bigger fast."
The moment Higgs passed by the group of crows, the crow closest to him suddenly grew bigger and collided directly with him.
Higgs was knocked directly on the lawn.
"It's all petrified."
Scott's petrification spell followed.
Higgs' body froze immediately, only the eyeballs were still moving.
"Wait a minute, I'll break the spell for you."
Scott stepped forward.
He waved his wand casually, and all the summoned crows rose into the sky and scattered away.
Scott walked up to Higgs.
"Stop the curse!"
A golden light shot from the tip of Scott's wand into Higgs' body.
His body, stiff as a rock, quickly recovered.
Scott reached out and pulled him up.
"Thank you, Trollope." Higgs thanked him sincerely.
Scott shook his head, "No, it's easy."
Higgs quickly said again: "No, I mean..."
"You're welcome." Scott smiled, shaking his head again.
He knew what Higgs meant.
Higgs wanted to thank Scott for giving him the opportunity to show up in the duel.
After all, the performance of breaking the Iron Armor Curse at the very beginning already showed his level.
But Scott doesn't think it's a big deal.
Again, it's rare to meet a polite Slytherin.
Although the two sides are not friends, at least they are not enemies.
Higgs was at least sincere when facing a Muggle-born wizard like Scott.
Unlike those students who were brainwashed by bloodism, even though they were temporarily shut up due to Scott's strength, their inexplicable sense of superiority could never be hidden.
Scott is still willing to make friends with a Slytherin student like Higgs, maybe it will be useful sometime?
Given the unfamiliarity between the two parties, Scott did not say anything to Higgs.
He just waved his hand and walked out of the court.
When he came to the edge of the court, Milton was already standing there. Scott walked to him and turned to look into the court.
At this time, the battle of some students has ended, but some people have not yet decided the winner.
"How?" Scott asked Milton. "Win?"
Milton nodded, his eyes brightened, "I won, Jordan is not very familiar with fighting."
Scott asked, "Didn't he join the previous dueling club?"
Milton shook his head, "I rarely see him."
Scott glanced at Lee Jordan and George, who were standing on the other side.
"Are you okay, Kayla?" He asked Kayla, who was sitting directly on the grass beside him, a little embarrassed.
Keira said dejectedly: "I'm fine, but I lost too fast. I'm sure I can only get a low score in this exam."
"Don't worry, this is just an exam content of a subject, and it doesn't account for much of the total score."
Scott comforted her, and then looked at the battle between Roger and Fred on the field.
Judging from past performances, Roger and Fred are on par in strength, and the two may be at a stalemate for a while.
The fighting styles of the two of them are also different.
Roger specializes in charms, while Fred has more methods and uses some transfiguration spells.
The two play different roles in the Quidditch game, which makes their strengths also different.
As a Chaser, Roger is more accurate in casting spells.
Fred, on the other hand, was a batter with more precise timing.
Of course, they also have the same advantages.
Both of them have sufficient physical strength and quick reflexes.
At this time, although the two were constantly casting spells and attacking each other, their spells all hit the open space.
Suddenly, Fred took off his robe and threw it on the ground, then turned the robe into a wild boar.
The act sparked laughter from the onlookers up and down the stands on the sidelines of the stadium.
Because the wild boar was really small, not even as high as Fred's knees.
This is also impossible. If the level of transfiguration cannot reach a certain level, it will be difficult for wizards to transform small objects into large animals.
Scott couldn't do that either.
Although he can exchange his shoes for a small boat, it is because the boat is a dead thing.
Right now, it was rare for Fred to be able to transform a thin robe into a wild boar that was about the height of his calf.
And Fred is obviously not the kind of guy who would do unnecessary work.
After the appearance of this mini wild boar, it did bring a lot of trouble to Roger.
Unlike Scott's fighting habits, Fred did not perform precise manipulation of the wild boar.
The mini wild boar will only dash back and forth in a straight line on the field, only when he needs to be distracted to control when turning around.
Although such actions are easy to avoid, Roger will also be distracted in this way.
He tried to destroy the wild boar with a spell, but because of the small size and fast speed of the wild boar in action, he failed to hit it several times.
When the boar turns around, although the speed will slow down, Fred will also focus on defense at this time.
Thus, under the interference of the wild boar, Fred fought more easily.
Milton said with some concern: "If Roger still can't hit the wild boar, he will lose to Fred."
Scott smiled, "It's not that easy, don't forget what spell Roger is best at."
"Oh..." Milton's eyes lit up, "I hope Roger can remember it by himself."
In fact, Roger is of course aware of his own advantages. Don't look at him being a little flustered at this time, but he is suffocating.
Seeing the mini wild boar charging straight from behind him, a red light flew from Fred's wand in front of him.
Roger moved hurriedly, letting the wild boar and Hong Guang pass him by.
At the same time, his wand was pointed at the ground.
“Glisseo!”
In an instant, the grass in front of the mini wild boar intertwined, forming an unusually smooth straight road.
Yes, for some reason, this is Roger's best spell.
He could use this spell to make the lawn slippery, something Scott couldn't.
The rampaging wild boar suddenly slipped its hooves and rolled to the side.
Roger took the opportunity to throw a stun spell at Fred, and petrified the wild boar who was struggling to get up while Fred was dodging.
Fred's helper exited, and a smile appeared on Roger's face.
Scott heard him shout, "Fred! You should be glad I didn't use the Crushing Charm, or your robes would be reduced to rags!"
"Passed out!"
It was rare for Fred to retaliate with a spell without a fight.
Roger dodged with a grin, and the two began to hit Kong with their spells again.
Milton said: "If this continues, the two of them may have to exhaust their energy to decide the outcome."
(End of this chapter)
Higgs got the first sprinting crows right.
"Ten thousand bullets fired!"
But Scott did not pause at this time, and the second batch of crows flying like arrows had come to him again.
Higgs didn't seem to know how to use the Iron Armor Curse, so he could only flee in embarrassment.
Scott waved his wand again.
"Get bigger fast."
The moment Higgs passed by the group of crows, the crow closest to him suddenly grew bigger and collided directly with him.
Higgs was knocked directly on the lawn.
"It's all petrified."
Scott's petrification spell followed.
Higgs' body froze immediately, only the eyeballs were still moving.
"Wait a minute, I'll break the spell for you."
Scott stepped forward.
He waved his wand casually, and all the summoned crows rose into the sky and scattered away.
Scott walked up to Higgs.
"Stop the curse!"
A golden light shot from the tip of Scott's wand into Higgs' body.
His body, stiff as a rock, quickly recovered.
Scott reached out and pulled him up.
"Thank you, Trollope." Higgs thanked him sincerely.
Scott shook his head, "No, it's easy."
Higgs quickly said again: "No, I mean..."
"You're welcome." Scott smiled, shaking his head again.
He knew what Higgs meant.
Higgs wanted to thank Scott for giving him the opportunity to show up in the duel.
After all, the performance of breaking the Iron Armor Curse at the very beginning already showed his level.
But Scott doesn't think it's a big deal.
Again, it's rare to meet a polite Slytherin.
Although the two sides are not friends, at least they are not enemies.
Higgs was at least sincere when facing a Muggle-born wizard like Scott.
Unlike those students who were brainwashed by bloodism, even though they were temporarily shut up due to Scott's strength, their inexplicable sense of superiority could never be hidden.
Scott is still willing to make friends with a Slytherin student like Higgs, maybe it will be useful sometime?
Given the unfamiliarity between the two parties, Scott did not say anything to Higgs.
He just waved his hand and walked out of the court.
When he came to the edge of the court, Milton was already standing there. Scott walked to him and turned to look into the court.
At this time, the battle of some students has ended, but some people have not yet decided the winner.
"How?" Scott asked Milton. "Win?"
Milton nodded, his eyes brightened, "I won, Jordan is not very familiar with fighting."
Scott asked, "Didn't he join the previous dueling club?"
Milton shook his head, "I rarely see him."
Scott glanced at Lee Jordan and George, who were standing on the other side.
"Are you okay, Kayla?" He asked Kayla, who was sitting directly on the grass beside him, a little embarrassed.
Keira said dejectedly: "I'm fine, but I lost too fast. I'm sure I can only get a low score in this exam."
"Don't worry, this is just an exam content of a subject, and it doesn't account for much of the total score."
Scott comforted her, and then looked at the battle between Roger and Fred on the field.
Judging from past performances, Roger and Fred are on par in strength, and the two may be at a stalemate for a while.
The fighting styles of the two of them are also different.
Roger specializes in charms, while Fred has more methods and uses some transfiguration spells.
The two play different roles in the Quidditch game, which makes their strengths also different.
As a Chaser, Roger is more accurate in casting spells.
Fred, on the other hand, was a batter with more precise timing.
Of course, they also have the same advantages.
Both of them have sufficient physical strength and quick reflexes.
At this time, although the two were constantly casting spells and attacking each other, their spells all hit the open space.
Suddenly, Fred took off his robe and threw it on the ground, then turned the robe into a wild boar.
The act sparked laughter from the onlookers up and down the stands on the sidelines of the stadium.
Because the wild boar was really small, not even as high as Fred's knees.
This is also impossible. If the level of transfiguration cannot reach a certain level, it will be difficult for wizards to transform small objects into large animals.
Scott couldn't do that either.
Although he can exchange his shoes for a small boat, it is because the boat is a dead thing.
Right now, it was rare for Fred to be able to transform a thin robe into a wild boar that was about the height of his calf.
And Fred is obviously not the kind of guy who would do unnecessary work.
After the appearance of this mini wild boar, it did bring a lot of trouble to Roger.
Unlike Scott's fighting habits, Fred did not perform precise manipulation of the wild boar.
The mini wild boar will only dash back and forth in a straight line on the field, only when he needs to be distracted to control when turning around.
Although such actions are easy to avoid, Roger will also be distracted in this way.
He tried to destroy the wild boar with a spell, but because of the small size and fast speed of the wild boar in action, he failed to hit it several times.
When the boar turns around, although the speed will slow down, Fred will also focus on defense at this time.
Thus, under the interference of the wild boar, Fred fought more easily.
Milton said with some concern: "If Roger still can't hit the wild boar, he will lose to Fred."
Scott smiled, "It's not that easy, don't forget what spell Roger is best at."
"Oh..." Milton's eyes lit up, "I hope Roger can remember it by himself."
In fact, Roger is of course aware of his own advantages. Don't look at him being a little flustered at this time, but he is suffocating.
Seeing the mini wild boar charging straight from behind him, a red light flew from Fred's wand in front of him.
Roger moved hurriedly, letting the wild boar and Hong Guang pass him by.
At the same time, his wand was pointed at the ground.
“Glisseo!”
In an instant, the grass in front of the mini wild boar intertwined, forming an unusually smooth straight road.
Yes, for some reason, this is Roger's best spell.
He could use this spell to make the lawn slippery, something Scott couldn't.
The rampaging wild boar suddenly slipped its hooves and rolled to the side.
Roger took the opportunity to throw a stun spell at Fred, and petrified the wild boar who was struggling to get up while Fred was dodging.
Fred's helper exited, and a smile appeared on Roger's face.
Scott heard him shout, "Fred! You should be glad I didn't use the Crushing Charm, or your robes would be reduced to rags!"
"Passed out!"
It was rare for Fred to retaliate with a spell without a fight.
Roger dodged with a grin, and the two began to hit Kong with their spells again.
Milton said: "If this continues, the two of them may have to exhaust their energy to decide the outcome."
(End of this chapter)
