HP: Fairy Tale Wizard - 154

Chapter 154: Harry vs Terry

Terry placed Sterling, who'd passed out after his Animagus time limit expired, beside Ron on the sidelines. He exchanged glances with Harry, who was also stepping down from the spectator seats. They nodded at each other.

This wasn't their first time practicing together.

After Harry obtained his Hero's Heart magic, he'd already challenged Terry two or three times. But regrettably, no victories yet.

Terry gazed at Harry and mouthed the word "magic."

Harry nodded.

They quickly arrived on the platform. Professor Flitwick was clearly focused on their duel. Of course, Terry knew Professor Flitwick mainly had eyes for Harry.

The little professor's face was brimming with enthusiasm.

"Alright, children, pre-duel formalities. Then I presume I don't need to explain how to distance yourselves? Looking forward to your performance."

Professor Flitwick returned to his floating platform, continuing his referee and safety officer duties.

"Want to do a few rounds with ordinary spells first? Like Hermione and Padma?"

Terry asked. Besides the oblivious students, most people had actually noticed Hermione deliberately went easy on Padma earlier.

"As if you have attack methods besides ordinary spells!"

Harry laughed. Terry's thing called "Prophet Magic" seemingly devoted all its strength to support abilities. After receiving the engraving, no physical enhancement at all. Moreover, no combat-capable magic.

So what would Terry do when dueling?

Naturally, see the future and wait for opportunities, then coldly deliver a Stunning Spell or Disarming Charm.

"I mean, you could also accompany me, casually throwing magic at each other. We're Defense Against the Dark Arts students at Hogwarts, okay?"

"Not some Utopia branch members. At least use things we learned in Charms class. Otherwise, how will Professor Flitwick score us?"

"Makes sense. Then let's fight a while before using our special magic."

Harry nodded. Seeing the two separate and establish distance, Professor Flitwick began counting down. Three, two, one.

"Duel begins!"

The words had barely left his mouth when Harry's wand thrust straight out.

"Expelliarmus!"

Dark red light shot toward Terry. Terry had already anticipated this "Disarming Charm fanatic" would open with his signature spell, so his first cast was "Protego."

Harry's Disarming Charm deflected, red light scattering.

Then Terry rapidly cast two spells. "Bombarda, Ventus!"

One aimed at the platform's dividing line, shattering stone slabs. Small rocks and dust exploded, then got hit by the following wind spell, raising a large cloud of smoke.

Harry cautiously cast "Protego" on himself, then milky white light spheres emerged from his wand tip. He attempted to use Lumos to dispel the smoke.

However, before the sphere entered the smoke, scorching fire serpents burst forth, viciously crushing the sphere and charging toward Harry unabated.

Harry's pupils contracted. He quickly waved his wand. "Aguamenti!"

A torrent gushed out, colliding with flames and vaporizing into vast white fog. The entire field instantly became shrouded in mist.

This blind spot was much, much larger than before. Harry grew more cautious, shifting positions lightly. This was a dueling technique recorded in Professor Flitwick's notes left in Ravenclaw's library. Constantly changing positions helped avoid spells.

In the fog, Terry vigilantly surveyed his surroundings.

Ah, if we hadn't agreed not to use our magic for a while, I could just close my eyes and see clearly what Harry would do next.

Such tactics. Harry truly had dueling talent.

Just then, Terry suddenly heard slight footsteps from the left. He spun around. "Petrificus Totalus!"

But the spell missed. Harry was long gone.

Terry inwardly groaned. This was like trying to catch a mouse in the dark. You heard sounds but couldn't pinpoint the location.

Trouble!

As if confirming his thoughts, a voice thundered by his right ear. "Lumos Maxima!"

Harry's voice came from the fog, immediately followed by blinding bright light bursting forth. It instantly filled Terry's entire vision. Terry instinctively closed his eyes.

"Oh no!" Terry's mind rang with alarm bells, but it was too late to react.

"Expelliarmus!"

Unable to determine the spell's direction, Harry's spell hit precisely.

Terry's wand flew from his hand, arcing through the air before being caught steadily by Harry.

"First round over. Let's play that one next."

Harry tossed the wand back to Terry. Terry awkwardly scratched his head.

Professor Flitwick, just about to announce the results, also puzzledly scratched his head.

Well, since the contestants themselves wanted extra rounds, and they were just kids playing anyway, no problem, right?

So Professor Flitwick continued watching.

Then his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Harry threw his wand aside. Both hands clasped together as if holding something. Flowing light points gathered in his palms and solidified, becoming a plain, unadorned two-handed sword.

Terry wrapped a cloth around his eyes, covering his vision.

Wait, what is this?

For the first time, Flitwick felt too old, too long without private activities with students. He couldn't keep up with young people's thinking.

One abandoning his wand, one abandoning his vision.

What kind of duel is this!

But before Professor Flitwick could stop them, Harry laughed loudly and charged forward.

Terry stood motionless. Only when Harry's blade approached his cheek did he dodge with a very slight movement.

Harry immediately raised his downward-cutting sword upward. But unfortunately, this future remained within Terry's observable range. So Terry casually stepped away from all of Harry's attacks.

Harry stamped his feet in frustration.

How many times now? Same as before! Prophets are such cheaters!

However, because his swinging frequency was extremely high this time, Terry also seemed overwhelmed. No opportunity like previous times to dodge while coldly delivering spells.

But quickly, while Harry was chasing, he suddenly slipped and fell sprawling.

Looking down, his foot had stepped on a pile of small beads.

"I borrowed Padma's jewelry. Hope you won't get it too dirty?"

Terry wagged his finger.

"I already saw you'd step here. How about it? Didn't fall too hard, right?"

Harry pouted and continued shouldering his sword, beginning the pursuit again.

Terry still relied on prophesying the future, leaving many "little gifts" on Harry's inevitable paths.

Back and forth like this until Flitwick couldn't stand it anymore.

"Alright, I declare a draw! Next group!"