#93 - Section 93

"Ethan, this is Rebecca, a senior student. Why won't you agree?"

After Rebecca left, the three roommates immediately gathered around.

They were quite envious of Ethan's romantic luck. Why didn't any girls take the initiative to approach them?

"Hehe, she's just joking. If you take it seriously, you'll lose."

"Why is it a joke?"

"Yeah, tell us about it!"

"Firstly, I'm not very familiar with her. Just now, she showed neither nervousness nor anticipation, only a bit of excitement. You guys..."

"Gregory Goyle versus Ron Weasley!"

Just as Ethan was analyzing with his three roommates, the second-year competition in the afternoon had already begun.

Moreover, the opening match was Gryffindor against Slytherin. Lockhart knew how to grab attention.

Sure enough, the two houses were now in an uproar, cheering, applauding, holding banners, and booing the opposing side, everything you could imagine.

Everyone wanted to overwhelm the other. Losing to anyone was acceptable, but not to Slytherin/Gryffindor.

Goyle went on stage with a smug look. He had been flustered when he first heard his name, not expecting it to be him in the first match.

But the moment he heard Ron's name, he wasn't flustered anymore. No pressure at all!

They had faced off in the end-of-year exams last year. If Professor Flitwick hadn't intervened, he, who had the absolute upper hand, would have beaten him into the school hospital.

Last semester, on the Quidditch pitch, Ron's spell backfired, causing him to hit himself. He hadn't improved at all.

Goyle, who had been taught a few tricks by his father at home during the holidays, didn't take Ron seriously at all.

His spells were stronger, and he was definitely going to win in a fight. How could he lose?

Lockhart, seeing the two on stage, immediately had them perform a dueling salute.

As the countdown ended, the two immediately took action!

"Diffindo!"

"Stupe..."

Goyle was stunned, sensing something was wrong!

Ron had cast a spell before he could even finish his incantation. This guy must have cheated.

Knowing he couldn't take it head-on, Goyle did a donkey roll to dodge the incoming spell.

"Haha!"

"Goyle, just give up if you can't do it!"

"Slytherin, is this your level?"

The Gryffindor lions immediately burst into laughter at Goyle's appearance.

They hadn't expected Ron, whom they had no hope for, to perform so well.

Goyle, standing on the stage, began to flush red with embarrassment as he listened to the jeers from below, staring at Ron with resentment.

However, he was met with one spell after another from Ron.

"Incendio!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Densaugeo!"

Goyle could only keep running around, dodging these attacks, unable to find a chance to retaliate.

Ron also became more and more confident as he fought, a smug smile gradually appearing on his face.

"Ethan, Ron's strength is much stronger than last year."

Michael frowned as he watched the two on the stage. He hadn't taken Ron seriously before today.

His impression of him was just as the sidekick of Harry Potter, the Savior, occasionally embarrassing himself and making everyone laugh.

He didn't expect him to have improved so much now. This level is already very strong for a second-year. He wasn't sure he could win against him.

"He traded his life for it. Are you envious?"

Ethan said with a smile.

Using the diary would absorb magic power and life force. Otherwise, how would Voldemort's soul fragment communicate with Ron, and how would he have the magic power to control Ron?

It's just that the speed and efficiency of this absorption were far less than the main soul's absorption of Quirrell!

Michael looked at Ethan in confusion. Traded his life? Did he mean he trained desperately or something?

"Ron Weasley, victory!"

Lockhart quickly announced the results of the match.

Then he stepped forward and used Finite Incantatem to release Goyle from the petrified state. Fortunately, he had purchased this alchemical tool from Ethan, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to do anything at this moment.

"Ron!"

"Ron!"

The Gryffindor side was already shouting Ron's name loudly. Several young wizards had already surrounded him the moment he stepped off the stage.

In contrast, the Slytherin side was dejected, looking at Goyle, who was covering his face as he stepped down, with dissatisfaction and disdain in their eyes.

Losing to Ron Weasley of Gryffindor in the opening match, this fool, second only to Neville among the pure-bloods, was simply a waste.

"Theodore Nott versus Neville Longbottom!"

Regardless of how the young wizards below discussed, the competition had to continue.

Neville walked onto the stage with a bitter face, along with a thin, somewhat sickly boy.

Originally, Neville didn't want to participate, but after communicating with his grandmother, Neville had no choice but to sign up at his grandmother's request.

In their duel, Neville's movements were always one step slower, and eventually he was knocked to the ground by the Impedimenta Curse, losing the ability to resist.

After Theodore won a round, Slytherin was finally able to speak loudly.

The second-year duels proceeded in an orderly manner, and Professor Flitwick's expression improved a bit. At least so far, the second-years hadn't dropped their wands and rolled up their wizard robes to fight.

"Ethan Iredale versus Blaise Zabini!"

Hearing his name, Ethan quickly walked towards the stage. The cheers from Ravenclaw were deafening, while Slytherin was silent.

Not to mention his record last year, Grover Jilder, a seventh-year from Slytherin this year, was already quite capable, but he was still defeated in one move.

Blaise Zabini was just going to be a punching bag, there wasn't a glimmer of hope, so what was there to cheer about?

Arriving at the stage, Ethan faced a rather tall young man.

Ethan wasn't very familiar with him.

But anyone who reads entertainment magazines or major newspapers is familiar with Blaise Zabini's mother.

That was a rather beautiful and famous witch who had just killed her sixth husband last year.

And these six widowhoods brought her enormous wealth, because the death of each husband left her a huge inheritance.

Ethan had also seen the photos of Blaise Zabini's mother, and she did look very enchanting, with a figure where her hips surpassed her shoulders.

He performed a wizard's duel salute, and after Lockhart's countdown ended.

Ethan casually flicked out a Knockback Jinx!

Bang!

A blue magical barrier appeared, successfully intercepting it.

Another pay-to-win warrior?

Ethan didn't think that Blaise Zabini could have learned the Shield Charm at this point. This was a spell learned in the sixth year, and although it could be learned in advance, the difficulty was quite high.

Many young wizards couldn't learn it even until graduation, let alone Blaise Zabini; he didn't have that talent.

If his mother didn't frequently appear in newspapers and magazines, who would know about this insignificant Slytherin!

Seeing Ethan's attack fail, Blaise Zabini breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ethan with a provocative gaze.

During the last dueling club event, he knew that Ethan could cast spells silently and wandlessly, so he had prepared his defense from the very beginning.

Now it really worked. He can't break my defense; it's my turn to counterattack. Just a Muggle-born wizard, he's been showing off for long enough.

The Slytherins also perked up. If Ethan couldn't break the Shield Charm, they could go back and ask for such an alchemical item!

When that time comes, they could totally step on him.

However, facts proved that they were thinking too much. Before Blaise Zabini could launch a counterattack.

A large mass of lightning fell from the sky, directly smashing into the smug Blaise Zabini.

The Shield Charm collapsed at the first touch, and Blaise Zabini flailed his arms and legs in the blue electric light, his hair standing on end.

As the electric light dissipated, Blaise Zabini fell down, spitting black smoke from his mouth. He was directly fried into an African chicken, his skin covered with burn marks, and there was a puddle of water under him.

The Slytherin snakes, who were originally quite happy, immediately had their faces fall.

This was just Mjolnir after control upon control; it hadn't even formed a hammer.

In the judge's seat, Lockhart arrived at the scene as soon as possible. After checking and finding that he was fine, he immediately announced the results of the match.

"Ethan Yeadrian, wins!"

Lockhart couldn't tell whether Ethan had brought an alchemical item or could really cast spells silently and wandlessly, but he was more inclined to the former.

He was even more certain that he shouldn't provoke Ethan; who knew how much equipment he hadn't shown.

"Can two students please come and carry him down? Madam Pomfrey is already prepared."

Lockhart looked at the indifferent Slytherins and could only remind them.

Finite Incantatem could only undo the effects of some spells, but it was useless against someone who had been electrocuted unconscious and had lost control of their bowels. He hadn't chosen these alchemical items for healing.

The subsequent matches were uneventful. Hermione faced Pansy, and undoubtedly, the strengthened Hermione won.

Cassandra also easily defeated Lavender Brown.

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Chapter 124: Valentine's Day Surprise

Time came to February, the snow began to melt, and the sun began to weakly shine on Hogwarts again.

In Herbology class, Professor Sprout happily said that the Mandrakes were beginning to become moody and taciturn, which meant that they were rapidly leaving their childhood.

It's just that everyone doesn't pay much attention to these things now. The Chamber of Secrets attack only happened once, and maybe it was already solved. Who cares about the petrified Filch?

Some young wizards even hoped that it wouldn't mature so quickly. Without Filch, it was just too good. No one cared about casting spells in the corridors, and no one patrolled at night. When he comes back, this happy time will be gone.

At the same time, the preliminary rounds of the dueling club competition have ended.

After this, there are two weeks of rest and preparation time, and then the knockout rounds will be held.

Since the dueling club started, Lockhart's popularity has been rising, and now he has a lot of fans.

This caused his mood to be particularly high, and he also became more and more fond of showing off. Of course, he didn't forget to add points to Ethan, and instead, he argued with Snape.

The two of them added points more and more fiercely, already exceeding the third-place Gryffindor by more than three hundred points. Many young wizards were discussing whether this year's house points would break the highest house points record in Hogwarts' thousand-year history.

……

February 14th.

When the young wizards came to the Great Hall to have their meals, they all widened their eyes in surprise, wondering if they had entered the wrong door.

The four walls were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers. Not only that, but a large number of heart-shaped colorful confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

"Ethan, today is Valentine's Day!"

Terry, sitting at the Ravenclaw table, looked at Ethan with a malicious smile.

He wanted to see how Ethan was going to spend today. He usually made them extremely envious and jealous. Today, he was afraid that he would be chopped up into several pieces.

"So what?"

Ethan calmly shook off the confetti on the smoked meat, sausage, and bread, and started his breakfast, as for the oatmeal, forget it.