Chapter 150 Duel?No, this is 1 exchange!
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After Vincent let go of his hand, he took two steps back leisurely.
"Bone straightening—" Marcus sullenly restored his dislocated arm with magic.
This time he didn't act rashly, and even took the opportunity to catch his breath.
He was arrogant with his mouth, while the other party was arrogant with his behavior.
"Wayne chose to give up the attack again, and we can clearly see Flint's helpless expression!"
The mist was a little hazy, and it kind of looked like that.
"It's obvious that Wayne is scared!" Blaise blushed, showing dissatisfaction all over his body.
Li Kan didn't even look at him, "Some people don't seem to have sportsmanship, and they don't even know the most basic etiquette."
"This is a duel!"
"Ah, that's right, Flint is a fifth-grade student after all, and Wayne's approach fully implements the intention of 'friendly' communication."
The lion cubs, holding back their smirks, all squinted at the past.
Blaise, who lost all face, was dragged back to sit by Draco.
"It's not over yet."
"I know!"
Although Pan Xi didn't say anything, the anger on his face couldn't be concealed.
"Marcus will win." Daphne forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, "Although the end of all curses can eliminate most magic, it is impossible for Wayne not to make mistakes."
The pride that originated from the Flint family made Marcus want to win by any means.
"Wayne, I will win!"
He used the Disillusionment Charm and disappeared under Vincent's nose.
"Flintby — well, borrowing and plagiarism are within the rules."
Li Bian pouted, "Wayne learned the curse on the spot before, and Flint used the same tactics later,
I personally feel that the exchange match between the Court of Owls and the Black Swan fits the theme very well. "
Mag slowly looked back.
Since Marcus used the Disillusionment Curse, the outcome is no longer important.
Even Snape, who had a black face all the time, had to admit that stealth attacks are fatal to wizards.
Although Marcus below disappeared, the sound of moving was quite obvious.
Vincent suddenly turned to the left side while stretching out his feet forward.
There was a "click", as if something had hit the ring.
Marcus got up quickly, trying to keep his footsteps down.
Without professional training, it is not impossible to eliminate it by magic.
But he didn't look down on the auxiliary quiet step spell at all.
"Wayne jumped up, he seemed to have stepped on Flint!"
Vincent seemed to be floating in the ring.
Marcus, who was stepped on the lower back, stretched out his big hand and grabbed his left leg tightly.
"Wayne squatted down, what the hell is he going to do?"
Vincent, who held his wand in his mouth, hit it hard like punching a sandbag.
No matter how strong Marcus is physically, he let go of his hand after carrying it a dozen times.
As soon as his body supported a little bit, Vincent pushed his knees down too.
"Flint has become a human sandbag, and Wayne's score is continuing to rise!"
The number of the red barrier stops at 33.
With his feet on the ring again, Vincent shook his hands and took down the wand in his mouth with his left hand.
Marcus' figure suddenly appeared.
The original white shirt was stained with a lot of dust, and the whole face looked extremely hideous.
"Bah—" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The hurt is extremely strong, and the insult is even stronger.
But now he only wants to win.
"Wayne!!!"
With a flick of his wand, Vincent blocked the knees coming up with his steaming right arm.
"Dizzy—" Marcus had just finished chanting the spell when the aimed wand was thrown off-angle.
The stun spell hit the barrier, splashing brilliant sparks.
He didn't believe in evil, and pointed his wand over again.
"Except your weapons!"
The alder wand, which glowed light blue, successfully dispelled the disarming spell.
Just as he was about to say the third incantation, Vincent suddenly lowered his body and pressed his shoulders against his chest.
"All petrochemical—"
Marcus glanced down to see a wand pressed against his stomach before his body froze.
"No!" Blaise stood up in horror, then sat back down in despair.
Maybe it was Merlin who appeared, or maybe he had enough willpower.
Marcus, who was about to fall, raised his hand tremblingly.
"Is--just this--this level?"
Vincent didn't answer, but just pushed gently with his right hand.
"Boom" sounded.
"It should be lighter." He squatted down muttering to himself, and raised his wand with a troubled face.
Marcus' pupils shrank instantly.
lighter?
Is it lighter when pushing, or is it lighter with the petrification spell?
"All curses end—"
His body regained his freedom, but he didn't stand up immediately.
"Flint was probably looking for an opportunity to sneak attack, but Wayne never took his attention away from him."
Lee's explanation is well-founded, and it appears to be the case.
"Why? Wayne—
Why should this spell be lifted. "
Vincent stood up straight boringly, "Don't get me wrong, I am a person with clear grievances."
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?" Marcus stared blankly at the sky, still holding his wand tightly in his right hand.
"Correct."
He sat up slowly and looked at the slightly bent wand in his hand.
If you want to embarrass others, you must first be prepared to embarrass yourself.
"I know what you really want to do."
"Obviously?" Vincent shrugged.
"Hmph!" Marcus stood up.
If it was because of the need to record spells and actions at the beginning, then giving up the chance of winning many times later may not be as simple as embarrassing him.
From the beginning until now, even Filch, who was guarding the castle gate, knew who would win in the end.
The Court of Owls has no Slytherins, and Black Swan has no Gryffindors.
As a prefect, he still has the ability to see through people's hearts.
"Go on!" Marcus twisted his neck, fully alert.
Vincent restrained his smile.
Many students who thought it was a duel at first, only now suddenly realized that it was actually an exchange.
Vincent took all the opportunities to show his charisma.
After the end, the number of members of the Owl Court Club will definitely usher in growth.
On the other hand, at the Black Swan Club, the unscrupulousness shown by Marcus looks as ridiculous as a clown.
The results in the ring are unknown, but the winners and losers between the clubs have already been decided.
Dumbledore in the stands picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth with a satisfied smile.Fun Court
It tastes so bitter that you either spit it out or swallow it whole.
"Oh—I'm still not used to the taste."
Mag glanced at Traufini who was opening a second bottle of sherry.
Being embarrassed is quite embarrassing, and it is indeed humiliating in front of the teachers and students of the whole school.
It's just that the object of prophecy was changed from Vincent to Marcus.
……
……
"Bone straightening—" Marcus sullenly restored his dislocated arm with magic.
This time he didn't act rashly, and even took the opportunity to catch his breath.
He was arrogant with his mouth, while the other party was arrogant with his behavior.
"Wayne chose to give up the attack again, and we can clearly see Flint's helpless expression!"
The mist was a little hazy, and it kind of looked like that.
"It's obvious that Wayne is scared!" Blaise blushed, showing dissatisfaction all over his body.
Li Kan didn't even look at him, "Some people don't seem to have sportsmanship, and they don't even know the most basic etiquette."
"This is a duel!"
"Ah, that's right, Flint is a fifth-grade student after all, and Wayne's approach fully implements the intention of 'friendly' communication."
The lion cubs, holding back their smirks, all squinted at the past.
Blaise, who lost all face, was dragged back to sit by Draco.
"It's not over yet."
"I know!"
Although Pan Xi didn't say anything, the anger on his face couldn't be concealed.
"Marcus will win." Daphne forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, "Although the end of all curses can eliminate most magic, it is impossible for Wayne not to make mistakes."
The pride that originated from the Flint family made Marcus want to win by any means.
"Wayne, I will win!"
He used the Disillusionment Charm and disappeared under Vincent's nose.
"Flintby — well, borrowing and plagiarism are within the rules."
Li Bian pouted, "Wayne learned the curse on the spot before, and Flint used the same tactics later,
I personally feel that the exchange match between the Court of Owls and the Black Swan fits the theme very well. "
Mag slowly looked back.
Since Marcus used the Disillusionment Curse, the outcome is no longer important.
Even Snape, who had a black face all the time, had to admit that stealth attacks are fatal to wizards.
Although Marcus below disappeared, the sound of moving was quite obvious.
Vincent suddenly turned to the left side while stretching out his feet forward.
There was a "click", as if something had hit the ring.
Marcus got up quickly, trying to keep his footsteps down.
Without professional training, it is not impossible to eliminate it by magic.
But he didn't look down on the auxiliary quiet step spell at all.
"Wayne jumped up, he seemed to have stepped on Flint!"
Vincent seemed to be floating in the ring.
Marcus, who was stepped on the lower back, stretched out his big hand and grabbed his left leg tightly.
"Wayne squatted down, what the hell is he going to do?"
Vincent, who held his wand in his mouth, hit it hard like punching a sandbag.
No matter how strong Marcus is physically, he let go of his hand after carrying it a dozen times.
As soon as his body supported a little bit, Vincent pushed his knees down too.
"Flint has become a human sandbag, and Wayne's score is continuing to rise!"
The number of the red barrier stops at 33.
With his feet on the ring again, Vincent shook his hands and took down the wand in his mouth with his left hand.
Marcus' figure suddenly appeared.
The original white shirt was stained with a lot of dust, and the whole face looked extremely hideous.
"Bah—" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The hurt is extremely strong, and the insult is even stronger.
But now he only wants to win.
"Wayne!!!"
With a flick of his wand, Vincent blocked the knees coming up with his steaming right arm.
"Dizzy—" Marcus had just finished chanting the spell when the aimed wand was thrown off-angle.
The stun spell hit the barrier, splashing brilliant sparks.
He didn't believe in evil, and pointed his wand over again.
"Except your weapons!"
The alder wand, which glowed light blue, successfully dispelled the disarming spell.
Just as he was about to say the third incantation, Vincent suddenly lowered his body and pressed his shoulders against his chest.
"All petrochemical—"
Marcus glanced down to see a wand pressed against his stomach before his body froze.
"No!" Blaise stood up in horror, then sat back down in despair.
Maybe it was Merlin who appeared, or maybe he had enough willpower.
Marcus, who was about to fall, raised his hand tremblingly.
"Is--just this--this level?"
Vincent didn't answer, but just pushed gently with his right hand.
"Boom" sounded.
"It should be lighter." He squatted down muttering to himself, and raised his wand with a troubled face.
Marcus' pupils shrank instantly.
lighter?
Is it lighter when pushing, or is it lighter with the petrification spell?
"All curses end—"
His body regained his freedom, but he didn't stand up immediately.
"Flint was probably looking for an opportunity to sneak attack, but Wayne never took his attention away from him."
Lee's explanation is well-founded, and it appears to be the case.
"Why? Wayne—
Why should this spell be lifted. "
Vincent stood up straight boringly, "Don't get me wrong, I am a person with clear grievances."
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?" Marcus stared blankly at the sky, still holding his wand tightly in his right hand.
"Correct."
He sat up slowly and looked at the slightly bent wand in his hand.
If you want to embarrass others, you must first be prepared to embarrass yourself.
"I know what you really want to do."
"Obviously?" Vincent shrugged.
"Hmph!" Marcus stood up.
If it was because of the need to record spells and actions at the beginning, then giving up the chance of winning many times later may not be as simple as embarrassing him.
From the beginning until now, even Filch, who was guarding the castle gate, knew who would win in the end.
The Court of Owls has no Slytherins, and Black Swan has no Gryffindors.
As a prefect, he still has the ability to see through people's hearts.
"Go on!" Marcus twisted his neck, fully alert.
Vincent restrained his smile.
Many students who thought it was a duel at first, only now suddenly realized that it was actually an exchange.
Vincent took all the opportunities to show his charisma.
After the end, the number of members of the Owl Court Club will definitely usher in growth.
On the other hand, at the Black Swan Club, the unscrupulousness shown by Marcus looks as ridiculous as a clown.
The results in the ring are unknown, but the winners and losers between the clubs have already been decided.
Dumbledore in the stands picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth with a satisfied smile.Fun Court
It tastes so bitter that you either spit it out or swallow it whole.
"Oh—I'm still not used to the taste."
Mag glanced at Traufini who was opening a second bottle of sherry.
Being embarrassed is quite embarrassing, and it is indeed humiliating in front of the teachers and students of the whole school.
It's just that the object of prophecy was changed from Vincent to Marcus.
……
……
