Chapter 148 Copy Wizard Vincent
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Qing Mo Da Xian
To set up a large arena outside the medieval castle, only the eccentric Headmaster Dumbledore dared to do this.
If it was the former principal Phineas Black, Vincent, a bad student who dared to bully his classmates many times, would have already stayed outside the school to pick up trash.
Draco held a high-end gold microphone in his hand, and his small mouth seemed to be smeared with honey.
"Principal Black may not be as powerful as Principal Dumbledore, but he absolutely cannot tolerate such bad students staying on campus!"
As soon as Vincent and the others arrived at the arena, they saw him yelling with blue veins in his neck and his little face was still red.
How can we not give back to such hard-working publicity?
Li Xiaopao, who applied to be the commentator of this game, came to the stands.
Before the professors arrived, he took the microphone and outputted a good meal.
"Slytherin, get beaten all the time.
Their college is rich in stupid pigs.
Their appearance is nothing to watch.
They are mean and cheat all the time.
They are shameless and often play tricks.
They are insidious and always take advantage of loopholes.
They are stingy and won't admit defeat..."
The speed of speaking and making sentences directly stunned Draco.
"Let me do it." Higgskin got the microphone in his hand, and opened his mouth as a whole set of references.
"Gryffindor, you don't play by the rules.
Their academy is rich in giant monsters.
Their looks are extremely low.
They are impulsive and violate school rules.
They are arrogant and overwhelmed.
They are short-sighted and waste their time.
They're bad, full of scum..."
The atmosphere was very lively until the professors came on stage.
"The children are very energetic!" Dumbledore sat in the stands with a smile. .biqugé
Li and Higgs misfired instantly, and the entire arena fell into silence.
Both McGonagall and Snape looked ugly.
What about friendly exchanges?
"Huh?" Dumbledore saw a dozen or so flags from a distance.
The chubby owl silhouette raised the corners of its mouth slightly as if it reminded him of something from the past.
"Professor, it's time."
He only turned his attention away from a certain memory when he heard Mag's whispered reminder.
Li tactfully handed over the microphone.
"Ahem——" Dumbledore cleared his throat, and stood up under the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school.
"I hope that the two clubs can put aside their previous grievances and have a fair and unbiased exchange."
He paused, and looked at the two people standing on each side of the ring.
Marcus's shirt bulged from the muscles underneath, as if it was about to burst.
Although Vincent didn't reach this level, he was far more exaggerated than many little wizards.
"Cannot use weapons other than body and wand;
Cannot take any potion with augmentation effect;
Cannot cast any magic above a jinx—”
Dumbledore drew his elder wand, and swung it far into the ring below.
The color of the barrier colors on all sides gradually deepened, and finally turned into four colors of red, blue, yellow and green.
Their respective positions are exactly the auditoriums of the four colleges.
And on the red and green sides, there is also a line of numbers that looks like a scoreboard.
"There is no time limit, every time the spell or body hits the opponent, it counts as 1 point;
There is no range limit, the barrier will restrict any entry and exit until the score of one party reaches 100, or it is proposed to end;
There are no special rules, any method of winning can be used.
at last--"
He raised his elder wand from the bottom up, creating a cloud of fog over the top of the ring.
They rolled and slowly reflected the real-time images of the arena.
"All of us are spectators. There are no referees."
Looking at the fog like a holographic projection, Vincent couldn't help admiring the wonder of magic.
Although it is not omnipotent, magic can indeed break through the shackles of imagination and use various wonderful ways to realize what you want.
He vaguely began to understand the reason why Dumbledore would bring the battle to such an extent.
When magic doesn't work, wizards fight hand to hand like Muggles.
Is it elegant?
Do not!
Even old Malfoy, the leader of pure blood, throwing away his wand can only use "outdated" methods to deal with the enemy.
Therefore, wizards and Muggles should not be hostile to each other like they are now.
This pattern is basically the same as his.
"Wayne is shaking his head, do you think the opponent is too weak?" Li entered the state of commentator.
"Flint is slicing his neck again, so it looks like he's well prepared."
Marcus below made no effort to hide the sinister smile on his face.
"Two of you, please step onto the ring!"
Vincent didn't flip up as aggressively as the other side.
He supported the edge with one hand and jumped on it very lightly.
"Merlin! Wayne is full of skills even when he goes up!"
Li looked at the other side with contempt, "On the other hand, Flint is completely simple, rough and easy to fall."
Slytherin immediately booed all over the sky.
Dumbledore's idea is very pure, as long as the little wizard has a merit in implanting Muggles in his heart.
What he did was in Vincent's interest, so there was no reason to refuse.
"I counted to three—"
The two were less than thirty feet apart.
Li got up excitedly, waving his small fists, "One!
two!
three!
start! "
Marcus raised his wand almost as soon as the announcement was made.
"The floor is falling—"
The place Vincent stepped on created ripples, flowing like a liquid.
"Silently—"
If the combination of these two evil spells continues, if the little wizard who does not know the silent spell is afraid that he will have to stand still and be beaten.
"All curses end—"
Alder wands negate directed silence spells.
Vincent took advantage of the fact that the swamp was not yet fully formed, and hurriedly stomped behind him.
Marcus looked a little surprised, but the next moment he threw out a few directional curses again.
While the opponent was waving his wand to defend, he cast the Birthfire Curse extremely quickly.
It doesn't have the power of the Fierce Fire Curse, and its range is barely enough to reach Vincent.
"Flint is very smart, and he knows how to stop Wayne from approaching!" Li cleared his throat under the gaze of the vice-principal.
"Look, although Wayne's All Curses have a small range, the effect on the flames is much better than the Clear Water Curse."
Vincent, who had eliminated the fire-making spell, did not launch an attack, but lightly hooked his fingers at Marcus.
"Wayne!" Marcus screamed strangely, and waved his wand to separate a few rough stone cones from his feet.
"Thousands of bullets fired—"
Rough is rough, but the tip is really sharp.
If it hits the face, it will definitely be disfigured.
But Vincent didn't move, he just stared at them sharply.
"Da da da--"
As soon as the alder wand came into contact with the stone cones, it turned them into fat blue men with various expressions.
The dolls scattered on the ring seemed to be mocking Marcus.
He squeezed his wand tightly, and all kinds of lights suddenly shone.
The different spells shot out one after another were all eliminated by Vincent one by one.
The number is a bit much, he just memorized the pronunciation of two or three spells.
There are no time frames or special rules, and you only need a high degree of concentration to have hundreds of opportunities.
Uchiha Wen Copy Wizard Sent, gave Marcus a very aggressive smile.
……
……
If it was the former principal Phineas Black, Vincent, a bad student who dared to bully his classmates many times, would have already stayed outside the school to pick up trash.
Draco held a high-end gold microphone in his hand, and his small mouth seemed to be smeared with honey.
"Principal Black may not be as powerful as Principal Dumbledore, but he absolutely cannot tolerate such bad students staying on campus!"
As soon as Vincent and the others arrived at the arena, they saw him yelling with blue veins in his neck and his little face was still red.
How can we not give back to such hard-working publicity?
Li Xiaopao, who applied to be the commentator of this game, came to the stands.
Before the professors arrived, he took the microphone and outputted a good meal.
"Slytherin, get beaten all the time.
Their college is rich in stupid pigs.
Their appearance is nothing to watch.
They are mean and cheat all the time.
They are shameless and often play tricks.
They are insidious and always take advantage of loopholes.
They are stingy and won't admit defeat..."
The speed of speaking and making sentences directly stunned Draco.
"Let me do it." Higgskin got the microphone in his hand, and opened his mouth as a whole set of references.
"Gryffindor, you don't play by the rules.
Their academy is rich in giant monsters.
Their looks are extremely low.
They are impulsive and violate school rules.
They are arrogant and overwhelmed.
They are short-sighted and waste their time.
They're bad, full of scum..."
The atmosphere was very lively until the professors came on stage.
"The children are very energetic!" Dumbledore sat in the stands with a smile. .biqugé
Li and Higgs misfired instantly, and the entire arena fell into silence.
Both McGonagall and Snape looked ugly.
What about friendly exchanges?
"Huh?" Dumbledore saw a dozen or so flags from a distance.
The chubby owl silhouette raised the corners of its mouth slightly as if it reminded him of something from the past.
"Professor, it's time."
He only turned his attention away from a certain memory when he heard Mag's whispered reminder.
Li tactfully handed over the microphone.
"Ahem——" Dumbledore cleared his throat, and stood up under the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school.
"I hope that the two clubs can put aside their previous grievances and have a fair and unbiased exchange."
He paused, and looked at the two people standing on each side of the ring.
Marcus's shirt bulged from the muscles underneath, as if it was about to burst.
Although Vincent didn't reach this level, he was far more exaggerated than many little wizards.
"Cannot use weapons other than body and wand;
Cannot take any potion with augmentation effect;
Cannot cast any magic above a jinx—”
Dumbledore drew his elder wand, and swung it far into the ring below.
The color of the barrier colors on all sides gradually deepened, and finally turned into four colors of red, blue, yellow and green.
Their respective positions are exactly the auditoriums of the four colleges.
And on the red and green sides, there is also a line of numbers that looks like a scoreboard.
"There is no time limit, every time the spell or body hits the opponent, it counts as 1 point;
There is no range limit, the barrier will restrict any entry and exit until the score of one party reaches 100, or it is proposed to end;
There are no special rules, any method of winning can be used.
at last--"
He raised his elder wand from the bottom up, creating a cloud of fog over the top of the ring.
They rolled and slowly reflected the real-time images of the arena.
"All of us are spectators. There are no referees."
Looking at the fog like a holographic projection, Vincent couldn't help admiring the wonder of magic.
Although it is not omnipotent, magic can indeed break through the shackles of imagination and use various wonderful ways to realize what you want.
He vaguely began to understand the reason why Dumbledore would bring the battle to such an extent.
When magic doesn't work, wizards fight hand to hand like Muggles.
Is it elegant?
Do not!
Even old Malfoy, the leader of pure blood, throwing away his wand can only use "outdated" methods to deal with the enemy.
Therefore, wizards and Muggles should not be hostile to each other like they are now.
This pattern is basically the same as his.
"Wayne is shaking his head, do you think the opponent is too weak?" Li entered the state of commentator.
"Flint is slicing his neck again, so it looks like he's well prepared."
Marcus below made no effort to hide the sinister smile on his face.
"Two of you, please step onto the ring!"
Vincent didn't flip up as aggressively as the other side.
He supported the edge with one hand and jumped on it very lightly.
"Merlin! Wayne is full of skills even when he goes up!"
Li looked at the other side with contempt, "On the other hand, Flint is completely simple, rough and easy to fall."
Slytherin immediately booed all over the sky.
Dumbledore's idea is very pure, as long as the little wizard has a merit in implanting Muggles in his heart.
What he did was in Vincent's interest, so there was no reason to refuse.
"I counted to three—"
The two were less than thirty feet apart.
Li got up excitedly, waving his small fists, "One!
two!
three!
start! "
Marcus raised his wand almost as soon as the announcement was made.
"The floor is falling—"
The place Vincent stepped on created ripples, flowing like a liquid.
"Silently—"
If the combination of these two evil spells continues, if the little wizard who does not know the silent spell is afraid that he will have to stand still and be beaten.
"All curses end—"
Alder wands negate directed silence spells.
Vincent took advantage of the fact that the swamp was not yet fully formed, and hurriedly stomped behind him.
Marcus looked a little surprised, but the next moment he threw out a few directional curses again.
While the opponent was waving his wand to defend, he cast the Birthfire Curse extremely quickly.
It doesn't have the power of the Fierce Fire Curse, and its range is barely enough to reach Vincent.
"Flint is very smart, and he knows how to stop Wayne from approaching!" Li cleared his throat under the gaze of the vice-principal.
"Look, although Wayne's All Curses have a small range, the effect on the flames is much better than the Clear Water Curse."
Vincent, who had eliminated the fire-making spell, did not launch an attack, but lightly hooked his fingers at Marcus.
"Wayne!" Marcus screamed strangely, and waved his wand to separate a few rough stone cones from his feet.
"Thousands of bullets fired—"
Rough is rough, but the tip is really sharp.
If it hits the face, it will definitely be disfigured.
But Vincent didn't move, he just stared at them sharply.
"Da da da--"
As soon as the alder wand came into contact with the stone cones, it turned them into fat blue men with various expressions.
The dolls scattered on the ring seemed to be mocking Marcus.
He squeezed his wand tightly, and all kinds of lights suddenly shone.
The different spells shot out one after another were all eliminated by Vincent one by one.
The number is a bit much, he just memorized the pronunciation of two or three spells.
There are no time frames or special rules, and you only need a high degree of concentration to have hundreds of opportunities.
Uchiha Wen Copy Wizard Sent, gave Marcus a very aggressive smile.
……
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