When night fell and darkness swallowed the earth, the members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team finally finished their training.
The team members talked and compared the performance of different brooms as they walked back to the brightly lit castle of Hogwarts.
After saying goodbye to the team members, Allen went back to the dormitory and quickly washed up. Then, he went to Professor Flyver's office in high spirits.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Allen raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the door creaked open and opened on its own.
Professor Flyver held his wand and looked at Allen kindly. On the table in front of him, there were two plates of delicately shaped pastries and a big pot of honey grapefruit tea. Even though Allen had not stepped into the office yet, he could already smell the fragrance and sweetness.
Stepping into the office, Allen found that in front of the thirteen windows of Professor Flyver's excellent vision, there was an empty space. It was obviously the training ground for Allen's duel.
"Come and sit down, Allen. Before we officially start the training, we can talk about the duel first. Also, you can take a break. I saw that you came back from Quidditch's training ground not long ago. You obviously need to rest since you came here so quickly! "Professor Flyver poured a big cup of honey grapefruit tea for Allen.
"Thank you, Professor!" After expressing his gratitude, Allen picked up the cup and took a big gulp. The sweet taste covered his whole mouth.
"For us wizards, duels are not the monopoly of knights and nobles, nor is it a dangerous game to fight for love and defend one's reputation. In the history of the development of magic, duels are also a legal system with a long history and a far-reaching cultural trend. It's a game that is full of masculinity mixed with the flavor of knights, "Professor Flyver could not wait to start the conversation as soon as Allen sat down.
Professor Flick spoke with fervor and assurance, his eyes emitting a blazing light. It was like a football fan who saw a wonderful football game, a child who saw sweet candy, and a young man who saw a girl he liked!
"A duel between adepts is definitely not just a personal duel. Once upon a time, a wizard's duel could be seen as a way to distinguish truth from falsehood. People believed that Merlin would guarantee that the truth-teller would win the duel. "Professor Fleevy took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.
"Nowadays, the International Union of Magic organizes an 'International Wizard Duel Competition' every six years. Wizards from all over the world will participate in this competition to win honor for their country. This is also a measure of the development of the power of wizards in each country. It is a manifestation of the style of the magic world in each country. "Alan listened attentively, watching the professor's words and actions.
Professor Fleevy suddenly raised his voice. "And we, on the other hand, have won the championship of the 'International Wizard Competition' three times in a row!" Professor Fleevy's face was full of pride.
"When will the next International Wizard Duel Tournament be held?" Allen asked curiously.
"Six years later, in fact, this competition has just ended during your first year's summer vacation. As a former champion, I am honored to witness the birth of a new champion, a master of courage and wisdom. Kingsley Sarkel! "Professor Fleevy's voice was full of admiration.
"It's him!" Allen suddenly realized that Kingsley was a very capable wizard. During the Moonstone operation, Allen had already seen his extraordinary abilities.
He was a steady, reliable, and trustworthy male adept. With such a proud honor, super strength, and extraordinary achievements, it was no wonder that he would become the head of the Ministry of Magic after the war in the future!
"You know him?" Professor Fleevy asked in surprise.
"Yes. My brother Albert Harris? Harris is also an Aura, so he was lucky enough to meet Kingsley Sarkel. " Mr. Shaker. "Alan explained the reason simply.
"Albert? I remember him. He's an excellent student of Ravenclaw! He's very good at shapeshifting. Professor Mag likes him very much! "Professor Fleevy recalled Albert with a gratified expression.
"Of course, compared to him, you're more outstanding, Allen! You're the only student in the history of Hogwarts to get full marks in every subject! " Professor Fleevy was very proud. He firmly believed that Allen was also the most talented student in the history of Ravenclaw.
Allen's performance in the next few years had refreshed Professor Fleevy's knowledge again and again. This view was deeply ingrained in Professor Fleevy's mind.
"Alright, we've rested enough. Why don't we start the actual combat training?" Professor Fleevy suggested.
Allen stood up respectfully and moved to the open space under the window with Professor Fleevy.
"You're the same age as Leonard's student. You're both underage wizards, and you're only sparring. You probably won't use any powerful spells in a duel, so there's a spell that's very useful in this situation. It's —"
Before Professor Fleevy could finish his sentence, there was an urgent knock on the door.
Professor Fleevy waved his wand, and the door opened. A junior student from Ravenclaw ran in with a panicked expression. "Professor, Roger and Marcus from Slytherin are fighting. They're fighting. The Quidditch students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin are very angry. If we don't stop them, the result will be unpredictable! "
"Thank you, Joseby. We'll go and have a look." Professor Fleevy stood up immediately. Allen also stood up and followed him.
The skinny, brown-haired Joseby led the way, and they soon arrived at the entrance hall on the first floor.
There were many young Magi on the stairs and in the corridor on the second floor. There were also many Slythrin and Ravenclaw students who took out their wands, looking like they were ready to fight at any moment.
Suddenly, a loud "Petrify all of you!" was heard. There was a flash of light, and Ravenclaw's ball chaser, Bradley, was hit by Marcus's spell.
The furious Ravenclaw students immediately fought back. Spells of various colors intertwined in the air, and it was very lively!
"Stop it, all of you!" Professor Flick's shrill voice was drowned out by the clamor. The scene was getting more and more chaotic. Even the first-year freshmen who did not know any spells were fighting like Muggles, wrestling and tearing at each other.
Allen, who was behind Professor Fleevy, secretly drew his wand and aimed it at Slytherin's fastest and most unscrupulous Marcus Flint. Flint said, "Faint on the ground!"
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