Chapter 456 Challenge all teachers and students of Ilvermorny School of Magic to a duel and accept a

Seraphina looked at her bloody palms and the wand with only the handle left in disbelief, and fell into a daze.

Before the fight started, she really didn't expect this to happen.

She couldn't even resist a spell from the little wizard in front of her? Even her wand was blown to pieces? Grindelwald couldn't make her suffer such a great loss!

"You're old, your spells are weak and powerless, and your body's reactions are as slow as a snail." Les's cold voice floated over the auditorium.

Les was actually lying. Seraphina was indeed old, but her personal strength had not declined much. For a wizard, as long as he was not too old to move or had Alzheimer's disease, most of his strength would be retained.

But Lais was unwilling to admit this, as it would bring him countless troubles. So he simply blamed Seraphina, saying that she was too old to be recognized.

Anyway, most of the people present had never fought with a wizard of this age, so who could know whether what he said was true or false?

"Stop!" Dumbledore's voice rang out outside the hall, and then the students present saw Headmaster Dumbledore rushing in from the door in a hurry.

Dumbledore ran into the hall and was stunned when he saw the situation.

The situation was somewhat different from what he expected. There were no bad guys causing trouble in the hall. Instead, it looked like a conflict had occurred between the students of Hogwarts and Headmistress Seraphina of Ilvermorny? !

And based on the conversation he just heard outside the auditorium, plus the bloody hands of Principal Seraphina, it seemed that this prestigious and experienced witch had suffered a loss?

As a wizard of the same generation as Seraphina, Dumbledore was well aware of the former Minister of Magic's abilities. Although she was known for her political skills, her fighting ability was by no means a shortcoming. After retiring, she was rehired by Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and there was no rumor of her being stupid and incompetent. In other words, even if Seraphina was careless and underestimated the enemy, it was not easy for the little guy who defeated Seraphina.

Dumbledore looked at Les. He had a very vague impression of this student. He only remembered that his name was Les Lint, a fourth-year student at Slytherin College, and one of the contestants representing Hogwarts in this competition. In the first stage of the competition, he did not score a single point and ranked at the bottom of the standings.

This is all the impression Dumbledore has of Rice!

Oh, yes, and he's also good friends with Daphne and Astoria.

Hmm? This is a bit unusual. Thinking of this, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a hint of contemplation.

He buried the name "Les Lint", a name to which he had not paid much attention in the past, deep in his heart, and began to think about how to solve the current trouble.

Dumbledore's appearance helped Seraphina quickly regain her sanity.

She knew that she had lost face this time, and no matter what she said now, it would only make her face be trampled in the dust again. So she just said "Albus, you are a good student" and prepared to leave the scene in a hurry.

She couldn't stay in this auditorium for even a second!

"Professor Picquery, please stay." Seraphina wanted to leave, but Dumbledore would not let her leave like that. He wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible, or at least find out what happened.

If Seraphina returns to Ilvermorny in a rage, the problem will become very complicated.

"Why, Albus, you also want to weigh my old bones?" After being stopped by Dumbledore, Seraphina felt that the blood that had already disappeared was rushing into her brain bit by bit.

"You misunderstood." Dumbledore strode to Seraphina's side, used magic to pick out the splinter from her wound, and helped her stop the bleeding.

Then he fished out the Elder Wand.

Looking at the familiar wand, Seraphina's eyes flashed with extremely complicated emotions.

This is the Elder Wand, the Death Wand, the Wand of Destiny, and only the most powerful wizards in the world can possess it. Its last owner was...

Getter Grindelwald!

However, the reason why Dumbledore used the Elder Wand was not to show off his achievements. He just wanted to help Seraphina repair her shattered wand.

First, a flying spell was used to collect the remains of the wand, and then a repairing spell was used, and a brand new wand returned to Seraphina's hands.

"Thank you, Albus." After Dumbledore's words, Seraphina's anger dissipated a lot. She looked back at Rice and vowed to remember the appearance of this little wizard in her heart.

"I guess I will never forget you, the boy from Hogwarts. You are right, I may really be old..."

The young man standing not far away was so young, so high-spirited and talented that Seraphina, who was gradually calming down, had a rare sense of old age.

Of course, her anger had not subsided, she just planned to vent it in a different way.

Les was confused by her gaze. He took Seraphina's gaze as a provocation, so he glared back without hesitation.

Seeing that the two were about to have another conflict, Dumbledore felt a headache and quickly said, "You two should come with me."

With Dumbledore's intervention, the gradually ignited flames of war were extinguished again, and Les and Seraphina followed Dumbledore out of the hall one after the other.

Daphne took a step forward with her left foot, but was stopped by Les’s eyes.

Helplessly, she had to stay in the auditorium.

After Dumbledore and the two parties had left, the entire hall suddenly erupted in heated discussions, with everyone discussing the brief but intense conflict that had just occurred.

"What happened? Did Rice kill Professor Picquery instantly?"

"I didn't see it clearly. I just saw the two spells collided and Professor Picquery's wand exploded -"

"A broken wand can actually be repaired?"

"Eh? What's going on with those people in Ilvermorny?"

During the heated discussion, some people gradually noticed that the students of Ilvermorny looked strange. Upon closer inspection, they found that they could not make any sound!

Rice left in a hurry and forgot to lift the silencing spell on them.

"Sit down." Dumbledore found an empty classroom on the first floor of the castle to serve as a conversation room. He hoped to resolve the conflict between the two here.

It was absolutely impossible to talk in the hall, Dumbledore knew Seraphina's character. Under the gaze of so many students, she would only make the most extreme choice.

"Can you let an old man like me know what happened?" Dumbledore gave a wry smile. He still didn't know the ins and outs of the matter.

"A student at Hogwarts attacked my students and stole a treasure that has been passed down since the founding of my school."

Rice's eyebrows twitched twice and he snorted coldly.

"Why didn't you mention that this treasure was Salazar Slytherin's wand? It doesn't belong to Ilvermorny at all. Every second you hold it is a blasphemy against Hogwarts. Also, it wasn't an attack, they gave it to me voluntarily. Instead, you were the one who used the Disarming Charm on me first, right?"

Seraphina's face darkened again.

"Little friend, let me tell you about the history of this wand—"

"I know better than you." Rice interrupted her directly. He was still willing to talk to Seraphina now, entirely for the sake of Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

He felt he was being reasonable enough.

"Listen carefully, this wand is not Salazar Slytherin's first wand. The first wand broke shortly after he embarked on his adventure. This is his second wand, made together with him by Godric Gryffindor, another founder of Hogwarts.

They worked together to kill the hidden black wizard Pochi and the snake king he raised, and then made this magic wand using the basilisk horn as the core and snake wood as the body!

With this wand in hand, Salazar completed the magnificent adventure with his three friends. When Salazar was in his twilight years, he gave this wand as a coming-of-age gift to his adopted son Gaunt, the ancestor of the Gaunt family. Then this wand was passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom of the Gaunt family, and the inheritance was orderly - if you ask why it appeared in Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it can only mean that the people of Ilvermorny stole or plundered the wand! "

Dumbledore and Seraphina were both stunned.

No, were you there? How do you know these details that are buried in the long river of history so well?

It's amazing that most people know that Salazar Slytherin's wand is made of snakewood and basilisk horn, but you actually know that this is his second wand?

Maybe it's made up? Seraphina thought.

Dumbledore thought a little differently.

"My family has a diary passed down from Slytherin's ancestors, and it's written very clearly in it."

Seraphina:!

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Okay..." Seraphina felt that she was confused by what Les said. What he just said was completely irrelevant to what she was going to say.

"The founder of Ilvermorny is definitely not a person who would rob or plunder." Seraphina said seriously: "This is what happened back then..."

She told Rice and Dumbledore all about the feud between Isolt Sayer, the founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her aunt Gormlaith Gaunt.

In short, Isolt, with the help of her friend William, killed her aunt who came to seek revenge. During the battle, Slytherin's wand fell into dormancy, and Isolt, who did not speak Parseltongue, could not wake it up at all, so she could only bury it in the land in front of the school castle.

Later, a snake tree grew where the wand was buried that could not be cut down or destroyed. Legend has it that Slytherin's wand is still waiting for its new owner under the tree.

In recent years, Ilvermorny has accepted a student who can speak Parseltongue, who successfully dug Slytherin's wand from under the snakewood and awakened it, and it is said that he received the wand's approval.

After hearing this story, both Rice and Dumbledore frowned.

"Isn't this still stolen?" Les' words made Seraphina's face reveal an uncontrollable anger.

"You can ignore all those details and look at the essence of the story: Isolt stole the wand that belonged to her aunt when she ran away, and killed the original owner of the wand when her aunt came to her house, right?"

Dumbledore also remained silent. In his opinion, although Rice omitted many important details, the underlying tone of the matter did not change: the person who stole the wand killed the original owner of the wand, buried the wand in the land in front of his school, and refused to return it.

Seraphina was silent for a while before she managed to utter, "The wand belongs to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus, you know that when a wizard dies in battle, his belongings belong to the victor."

Les took a deep breath.

"You mean, you won, so the wand is yours, right?"

Seraphina remained silent, obviously agreeing with Rice's statement.

"That's great," Les laughed.

In the past, the wizarding world did have such a rule. I never expected that at the end of the 20th century, the headmaster of Ilvermorny still believed in these medieval things.

But it was not a big problem. He also agreed with this set of rules. It was just a duel to the death, wasn't it? Who was afraid of whom? This was exactly what he wanted!

"Professor Dumbledore, the problem is solved." Rice turned to Dumbledore and said very seriously: "I challenge all the teachers and students of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to a duel to decide who will own the Slytherin wand."

He looked at Seraphina.

"I will accept any of you who you want to send. But I have to tell you in advance that this is a life-and-death battle, and one side will definitely lose their life."

Dumbledore and Seraphina's eyes widened at the same time.

The two of them never expected that Rice would be so determined.

They didn't know that for Les, this wand could never be kept in Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a great shame.

If what Ilvermorny preserved was the chair that Salazar had sat on, Les could still accept it, but this is a magic wand!

Now that he knew the whereabouts of the wand, he would never sit idly by. This was a matter of principle.

Les didn't mind defending the wand's ownership with blood.

"Once we're on the dueling stage, there's no age or seniority involved. I'll tell you in advance, don't blame me afterwards." Les said something out of the blue that Dumbledore and Seraphina didn't quite understand at first.

What Rice meant was actually very simple: once he got on the duel stage, he would not hold back.

After this sentence was said, the classroom fell into a long silence.

Seraphina felt overwhelmed. She thought that by bringing Dumbledore along, she could subdue this unruly little wizard, but unexpectedly, he outwitted her instead.

She could see that this young man named Les was not joking. Someone would definitely die on the duel stage!

For a moment, Seraphina was planning to accept the duel directly. She would fight in person, and the worst that could happen was that she would die in the duel!

Dumbledore keenly realized that the situation seemed to be sliding towards an irreversible abyss. He took a deep breath and prepared to speak to mediate - he must not let the two people in front of him go onto the dueling stage.

Just then, the door of the classroom was slammed open.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Smith White and Alchemy professor Arius walked in together.

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