Chapter 149 The Divination Professor's Prophecy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
"Flint's attack was very impatient, and the jinx was thrown like it didn't need mana.
Wayne's defense is impeccable. Except for the 1 point lost at the beginning, he has not lost a point in the first 10 minutes since the start. "
Li didn't know if Vincent had any back tricks, but he knew that it would be impossible for Marcus to treat the curse as a flat A.
Not to mention whether the recovery speed of power can keep up, just shouting these spells in the throat will smoke.
"Short hands and feet—smoke and dust—long beard—"
Another series of curses continued, and Marcus' breathing became significantly heavier.
He immediately used the Iron Armor Curse to protect the front.
"Wayne didn't take the opportunity to attack, he was giving Flint time to recover?"
The only student who could see what Vincent was doing was Hermione who had already guessed.
As for the professors, there were only four of them.
Sprout doesn't have much actual combat experience, but he already doubts whether there is any deep meaning behind this.
Flitwick has a lot of dueling experience, only a little later than Dumbledore.
"Just playing with such cleverness!" Snape's face was very ugly.
Dare to copy the magic spell openly, it can only be said that it is a bold person with high skills.
But he has made thousands of calculations, but he missed all calculations and all curses will end.
McGonagall slightly restrained her joyful expression, "Severus, there is no rule that you are not allowed to learn the spells used by the other party."
Snape didn't refute, but his face became even uglier.
"Filius, how long do you think it will take?" Dumbledore picked up a candy dish from the candy dish that had already been arranged.
Flitwick didn't answer on the spot, but waited until he was frowned upon by the smell of candy.
"From the analysis of Mr. Wayne's faster and faster movements, I think it's only a little bit short."
Dumbledore swallowed the candy as if he had made great determination, "I knew a long time ago that he is actually a child who hides his pride deeply.
As much as I hate to admit it, certain sections of Slytherin students have always been very prejudiced against his parentage. "
The professors all looked at Draco.
Next to him are Crabbe and Gore, Blaise and Pansy, and Daphne are the main force.
Snape's eyes changed slightly, "Only magic can defeat magic. This method of pulling the enemy to the same level doesn't explain anything."
"But it's a signal." McGonagall looked at Marcus who re-attacked in the mist.
"It can prove that Muggles are not useless, and there are many things worthy of humility for wizards to learn."
"Da-da-da-" footsteps came from the stairs of the grandstand.
Snape, who was about to say something, followed the gazes of the others.
With a fluffy curly hair and a disheveled dress, Traufanie sat next to Meg under several pairs of puzzled eyes.
"Sybil?" Mag pursed her lips, "I thought you wouldn't come to join in the fun."
"I received a call from fate." Traufanie naturally picked up a bottle of wine on the side, "Great!
Ah - I mean today's exchange was fantastic. "
She uncorked the bottle very smoothly, took a sip with her face full of intoxication, "The three-year-old one happens to be my favorite!"
Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, "Sybyl, it's quite a struggle to get you out of the castle."
Trophine looked left and right, as if she was looking for something.
McGonagall shifted her gaze to the vacant space next to Snape.
"Oh—so Professor Binns is here!"
Under the bright sun, the ghost is really not very conspicuous.
After pouring a glass of sherry, Traufennie sipped half of the glass happily, "The blond student is Wayne, right? My third eye has already seen the result."
The professors ignored her, even Dumbledore, who couldn't help but twirled another piece of candy.
"He lost very embarrassingly, and he was completely humiliated in front of the teachers and students of the school."
McGonagall loosened her frowning brows, "Thank you for your prophecy, Sybil."
"You're welcome." Traufini refills a glass for herself, her eyes wandering to the ring.
Marcus changed tack.
Now every time he casts a curse, he will take a step closer to Vincent's position.
The shortened distance makes it easier for magic to hit, which seems to be an advantage.
But those who knew the inside story knew that this approach was stupid.
The more you can see, the faster you will learn.
After Vincent knocked out more than a dozen stone cones in a row, he basically memorized all of these curses.
Marcus, who was less than ten feet away, suddenly squatted down and pointed his wand at the ring in front of him, "Wayne, let me see if you can continue to relax!
Torn apart—legs froze—”
A whole stone slab, which could be five feet high, rose up, rolled and smashed forward with great momentum.
Eliminating the leg-locking curse will be smashed, and if you want to hide, the next evil curse is waiting.
No matter which one Vincent chooses, it looks like he will be in crisis.
But he chose to tap his wand on his chest, and disappeared before the stone slab fell.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
After four or five manifestation spells in a row, all that could be seen were the small stones that fell and shattered floating in the air.
"Thousands of bullets fired—"
Marcus, who was half-squatting, quickly fell forward and rolled to the opposite direction from the source of the sound.
"The floor is falling—"
Caught off guard, he was trapped with one leg in the swamp.
The moment he just pulled it out, he suddenly bowed his waist and grabbed his face as if he had been hit by something.
Vincent undid the illusion spell and withdrew his right fist on the stomach.
"You—you're actually learning my magic!"
"Thank you for the demonstration." He put his left hand on his wand against his right shoulder, bent slightly and gave Marcus a gentlemanly salute.
"Damn bastard!"
"All protection—"
This fist, which was only half the size of a face, was stopped by a palm emitting heat.
"Crack——" Marcus's wand stretched out was also stopped by him.
Alder is such an extremely strong wood that Vincent can safely and boldly confront any wand head-to-head.
"It's going to bend."
"Ah!!!" Marcus roared and slammed his forehead hard.
While Vincent was dodging to the right, the hand holding his fist was turned outwards forcefully.
With a "crack," Marcus dislocated his left shoulder.
Vincent twisted his arms behind his back and bent his knees against his knee joints.
Marcus, whose legs were not straight, lowered his body and knelt on one knee on the ring.
"Lore! Wayne controlled Flint in an instant!
It's the game of the year - oh no, I mean it's a very useful martial art. "Li was a little incoherent with excitement.
If it was a regular wizard duel, Vincent would have won by now.
on the ring.
"I know you won't admit defeat."
Marcus felt the pressure behind him disappear, and a deep sense of shame suddenly came to his heart.
Of course he won't give up.
It's just 1:1, and there are still a lot of opportunities.
……
……
Wayne's defense is impeccable. Except for the 1 point lost at the beginning, he has not lost a point in the first 10 minutes since the start. "
Li didn't know if Vincent had any back tricks, but he knew that it would be impossible for Marcus to treat the curse as a flat A.
Not to mention whether the recovery speed of power can keep up, just shouting these spells in the throat will smoke.
"Short hands and feet—smoke and dust—long beard—"
Another series of curses continued, and Marcus' breathing became significantly heavier.
He immediately used the Iron Armor Curse to protect the front.
"Wayne didn't take the opportunity to attack, he was giving Flint time to recover?"
The only student who could see what Vincent was doing was Hermione who had already guessed.
As for the professors, there were only four of them.
Sprout doesn't have much actual combat experience, but he already doubts whether there is any deep meaning behind this.
Flitwick has a lot of dueling experience, only a little later than Dumbledore.
"Just playing with such cleverness!" Snape's face was very ugly.
Dare to copy the magic spell openly, it can only be said that it is a bold person with high skills.
But he has made thousands of calculations, but he missed all calculations and all curses will end.
McGonagall slightly restrained her joyful expression, "Severus, there is no rule that you are not allowed to learn the spells used by the other party."
Snape didn't refute, but his face became even uglier.
"Filius, how long do you think it will take?" Dumbledore picked up a candy dish from the candy dish that had already been arranged.
Flitwick didn't answer on the spot, but waited until he was frowned upon by the smell of candy.
"From the analysis of Mr. Wayne's faster and faster movements, I think it's only a little bit short."
Dumbledore swallowed the candy as if he had made great determination, "I knew a long time ago that he is actually a child who hides his pride deeply.
As much as I hate to admit it, certain sections of Slytherin students have always been very prejudiced against his parentage. "
The professors all looked at Draco.
Next to him are Crabbe and Gore, Blaise and Pansy, and Daphne are the main force.
Snape's eyes changed slightly, "Only magic can defeat magic. This method of pulling the enemy to the same level doesn't explain anything."
"But it's a signal." McGonagall looked at Marcus who re-attacked in the mist.
"It can prove that Muggles are not useless, and there are many things worthy of humility for wizards to learn."
"Da-da-da-" footsteps came from the stairs of the grandstand.
Snape, who was about to say something, followed the gazes of the others.
With a fluffy curly hair and a disheveled dress, Traufanie sat next to Meg under several pairs of puzzled eyes.
"Sybil?" Mag pursed her lips, "I thought you wouldn't come to join in the fun."
"I received a call from fate." Traufanie naturally picked up a bottle of wine on the side, "Great!
Ah - I mean today's exchange was fantastic. "
She uncorked the bottle very smoothly, took a sip with her face full of intoxication, "The three-year-old one happens to be my favorite!"
Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, "Sybyl, it's quite a struggle to get you out of the castle."
Trophine looked left and right, as if she was looking for something.
McGonagall shifted her gaze to the vacant space next to Snape.
"Oh—so Professor Binns is here!"
Under the bright sun, the ghost is really not very conspicuous.
After pouring a glass of sherry, Traufennie sipped half of the glass happily, "The blond student is Wayne, right? My third eye has already seen the result."
The professors ignored her, even Dumbledore, who couldn't help but twirled another piece of candy.
"He lost very embarrassingly, and he was completely humiliated in front of the teachers and students of the school."
McGonagall loosened her frowning brows, "Thank you for your prophecy, Sybil."
"You're welcome." Traufini refills a glass for herself, her eyes wandering to the ring.
Marcus changed tack.
Now every time he casts a curse, he will take a step closer to Vincent's position.
The shortened distance makes it easier for magic to hit, which seems to be an advantage.
But those who knew the inside story knew that this approach was stupid.
The more you can see, the faster you will learn.
After Vincent knocked out more than a dozen stone cones in a row, he basically memorized all of these curses.
Marcus, who was less than ten feet away, suddenly squatted down and pointed his wand at the ring in front of him, "Wayne, let me see if you can continue to relax!
Torn apart—legs froze—”
A whole stone slab, which could be five feet high, rose up, rolled and smashed forward with great momentum.
Eliminating the leg-locking curse will be smashed, and if you want to hide, the next evil curse is waiting.
No matter which one Vincent chooses, it looks like he will be in crisis.
But he chose to tap his wand on his chest, and disappeared before the stone slab fell.
"Reveal in a hurry—"
After four or five manifestation spells in a row, all that could be seen were the small stones that fell and shattered floating in the air.
"Thousands of bullets fired—"
Marcus, who was half-squatting, quickly fell forward and rolled to the opposite direction from the source of the sound.
"The floor is falling—"
Caught off guard, he was trapped with one leg in the swamp.
The moment he just pulled it out, he suddenly bowed his waist and grabbed his face as if he had been hit by something.
Vincent undid the illusion spell and withdrew his right fist on the stomach.
"You—you're actually learning my magic!"
"Thank you for the demonstration." He put his left hand on his wand against his right shoulder, bent slightly and gave Marcus a gentlemanly salute.
"Damn bastard!"
"All protection—"
This fist, which was only half the size of a face, was stopped by a palm emitting heat.
"Crack——" Marcus's wand stretched out was also stopped by him.
Alder is such an extremely strong wood that Vincent can safely and boldly confront any wand head-to-head.
"It's going to bend."
"Ah!!!" Marcus roared and slammed his forehead hard.
While Vincent was dodging to the right, the hand holding his fist was turned outwards forcefully.
With a "crack," Marcus dislocated his left shoulder.
Vincent twisted his arms behind his back and bent his knees against his knee joints.
Marcus, whose legs were not straight, lowered his body and knelt on one knee on the ring.
"Lore! Wayne controlled Flint in an instant!
It's the game of the year - oh no, I mean it's a very useful martial art. "Li was a little incoherent with excitement.
If it was a regular wizard duel, Vincent would have won by now.
on the ring.
"I know you won't admit defeat."
Marcus felt the pressure behind him disappear, and a deep sense of shame suddenly came to his heart.
Of course he won't give up.
It's just 1:1, and there are still a lot of opportunities.
……
……
