Chapter 51 A fist-punching wizard duel

"So what did you do to Malfoy?" After Neville left with a notebook full of writing, Daphne couldn't help asking Les about Malfoy's situation.

The way Malfoy looked just now, even a fool could tell that he had something to do with Les.

"He became a squib."

Daphne:!

Her eyes widened in shock.

"How is this possible?" She couldn't believe her ears.

"How is it impossible? Do you want to try it?" A small light appeared from the tip of Les's staff.

Daphne thought about it for a moment and agreed to Les' proposal. She felt that this might be her only chance to experience being a squib.

When the faint light entered her body, Daphne felt something strange that she couldn't describe. She tried to cast a cleaning spell, but found that she couldn't use this super simple spell.

She tried two more times, and then found that the magic power in her body always turned back when it reached her wrist, as if there was something blocked there.

"So that's it! You used your magic power to block the path of my magic power, making it impossible for me to complete the casting!" Daphne understood immediately.

"That's it, I interfered with the operation of magic power in your body. However, these magic powers cannot exist for long. A wizard like you who understands the operation of magic power can consume them all after a few more attempts. The same goes for Malfoy, but He doesn't know how to operate magic. I input more magic, so it will take longer - I estimate it will take about one to two weeks." Les couldn't help but admire Daphne's talent again.

"Then he must have suffered a lot." Daphne covered her mouth and laughed.

People's joys and sorrows are not connected to each other, and Malfoy is already on the verge of despair and collapse.

As the future heir of the Malfoy family, he could not accept the fact that he had become a squib. Madam Pomfrey's potion has no effect, and judging from her appearance, she doesn't even believe a punctuation mark in her own words. So what should I do?

Malfoy's first thought was his father, and then he immediately gave up the idea. He did not dare to let his father know the fact that he had become a squib. Then the name Snape appeared in his mind, making Malfoy grasp at straws like a drowning man.

But as soon as he took two steps into Snape's office, he realized a problem: he couldn't name the culprit Les.

If you can’t say it, why don’t you try and see if you can write it?

Malfoy immediately took action, but he soon discovered that he couldn't even write about it. Whenever he thought about it, the quill in his hand would lose control and draw a bunch of garbled characters on the paper.

If he couldn't explain why, would Professor Snape believe what he said? Malfoy thought carefully about it for a while and finally gave up on asking him for help.

In fact, he is also afraid of Snape, and usually communicates with him as little as possible, because he can feel that Professor Snape does not favor him as much as his father said. Relationships cannot be inherited like wealth, or in other words, passing it on to the next generation requires paying a higher proportion of "tax" than inheritance tax.

There seems to be only one solution left.

Although Malfoy had never heard of the saying "the bell must be tied, it must be untied", but he also understood that if he wanted to return to normal, it was best to do what Les said.

So after lunch, Harry and Ron received Malfoy's duel invitation again.

"Right now?"

"Right now!" Malfoy didn't want to delay for a minute, and said bluntly that he would go to the duel now, and you can decide the location.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They didn't expect that Les would actually succeed in persuading him.

How did he do it? Both of them had question marks on their foreheads. But now that they have reached this point, the two of them can only bury their doubts in their hearts and decide on the duel location first.

"History of Magic classroom, no one is there at noon."

"Okay." Malfoy agreed happily, and by the way called Rice, the dueling assistant who he feared and hated.

"Look, wouldn't it have saved so much trouble if we had done this earlier?" The expression on Les's face was half-smile, which made Malfoy's heart tremble.

"There are many established rules among wizards, and it's best not to break them." What Rice said next made Malfoy think deeply: Was the method he used wrong? But isn’t this the spirit of Slytherin’s academy?

Draco Malfoy didn't have long to think about life, and they quickly arrived at the History of Magic classroom.

After clearing a clear space in the classroom, this duel, which had gone through many twists and turns, finally began.

Harry and Malfoy stood in the center of the classroom, first bowing to each other, and then assuming common dueling postures.

"Three, two, one, start!" After Les and Ron counted down three times, the duel began.

Harry was a little nervous at first. He was worried that Malfoy, who came from a pure-blood family, had mastered some strange spells. But to his surprise, at the beginning of the duel, Malfoy threw his wand aside and moved forward with an indomitable spirit. The momentum rushed towards him.

Harry had the same concerns as Malfoy, and unlike Harry, Malfoy really couldn't use magic, so he chose to use physical attacks.

The experience gained from fighting against Dudley's cousin for many years made Harry subconsciously move to the side to avoid Malfoy's attack. Seeing Malfoy taking action directly, Harry simply threw away his wand and struggled with Malfoy.

What followed was a mixed martial arts fight. Harry, who was experienced in fighting, quickly gained the upper hand. He rode on Malfoy and suppressed him condescendingly. Malfoy also completely let go of his reserve as a wizard and punched him. counterattack. As he swung his fist, the fear, worry and other negative emotions deep in his heart caused by becoming a squib were also vented.

After a few minutes, both of them were exhausted, and they lay on the floor panting heavily. Their noses were broken, and nosebleeds flowed from them.

Harry was very happy because he really beat Malfoy hard and hard. However, he felt a little regretful. When Malfoy pounced, he should have dodged a few more times to consume his energy, so that he would probably win more easily.

Malfoy felt pure regret: What was the purpose of asking Potter to duel in the first place? Not only did he not trick them, but he also got himself beaten up. However, he didn't suffer too much because he also taught Potter a good lesson. What he didn't know was that while the two were fighting each other, the magic power that interfered with the flow of magic power in his body had quietly dissipated.

"I'm willing to use all my pocket money to buy his duel spot from Harry, really." Ron, who was watching the battle on the side, whispered to Les.

Before the duel started, he was still worried about Harry, but after seeing the scene of the duel between the two, he really hoped that Harry would just admit defeat and then take the stage to beat Malfoy instead.

Les almost laughed.

He came to Harry and Malfoy's side, helped them stop their nosebleeds, and restored the duel venue to its original state. After doing this, he, Harry and Ron left the classroom together.

Malfoy silently picked up his wand and waved it nervously, and a string of sparks emerged from the tip of the wand.

Looking at the sparks on the tip of the staff, Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief: he could finally be a wizard again!

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