From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

Xiwen was stunned for a moment, but Moody had already spoken on the stage.

"Rozier, although I know I'm probably no match for you, I still want to give it a try," Moody said. "The Auror spirit that my parents have cultivated in me since I was a child does not allow me to admit failure!"

"Then come on." Xiwen shook his head helplessly, stood up from his seat, and walked up the steps to the third-grade duel stage.

When he walked to the steps of the duel stage, Xiwen took two bottles of magic recovery potion from the shelf, looked at Moody and asked: "Don't you need to rest for a while or take a sip of potion?"

As he spoke, he threw a bottle to Moody without any explanation, and secretly received a bottle in his pocket watch space.

Xiwen has been suffering from insufficient magic power for a long time. Ever since he entered Hogwarts in the first grade, he has been overdrawing his magic power from time to time when he encountered danger because he was too young...

If he had known earlier that Professor Slughorn could refine this potion, why wouldn't he have stored a few more bottles in the pocket watch space?

‘With all the 50% discount coupons for my family’s property, it’s not too much for me to give the professor a bottle of magic recovery potion, right? ’ Xiwen thought to himself.

Of course, he would not tell Professor Slughorn that the Rosier family would not lose money even if it was reduced by half...

Moody didn't hesitate, took the potion, took a big gulp into his mouth, and then threw the bottle boldly to the audience.

Then, a scream suddenly came from the audience——

"Moody, you did it on purpose!" Abraxas's voice came from the audience.

Xiwen subconsciously looked back in the direction of Abu and found that he was covering his head and looking angrily at Moody on the stage. And right next to his feet was the bottle of the drained magic recovery potion...

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't mean it..." Moody couldn't help but feel a trace of embarrassment on his fierce round face, and quickly apologized to Abu.

However, Abu didn't want to forgive him at all. He just turned to Sivan and shouted: "Sivan, help me teach Moody a good lesson, for the glory of Slytherin!"

The corner of Xiwen's mouth twitched, feeling that Abu wanted him to beat Moody harder again, and then he would pick up the slack and get second place...

However, the professor who served as the referee did not give him much time to think, and soon asked the two to bow to each other before the duel.

Xiven followed the duel etiquette taught in the duel class, held the wand upright in front of his chest, waved it diagonally, and bowed to Moody at the same time.

Moody also performed the same duel etiquette, and then pointed his wand at Sivan with a serious face.

After the referee counted three times, the two men moved at the same time.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!"

Xiwen recited the spell that ended every previous duel as usual, while Moody, based on his previous combat experience, had long been on guard against Xiwen's disarming spell and quickly blocked him with the Iron Armor Curse.

However, the level of this armor spell was not on the same level as Xiwen's disarming spell. The transparent barrier just laid out in front of Moody was shattered into pieces by the red-light disarming spell in a short period of time.

Fortunately, the Iron Armor Curse slowed down the Disarming Curse for a second, and Moody used this second to roll on the spot to avoid the red light.

"Okay! Finally, there is a strong person in the third grade group who can't be killed instantly by Xiwen!" Mobley, who didn't know when he came to the side of the duel table, made a temporary guest commentator and shouted excitedly.

Abu's expression was not very good. He grabbed the hood of Mobley's school robe and asked, "Why are you so excited if Moody is not killed instantly?"

"It's the first time I've seen someone who wasn't instantly killed. I'm actually a little surprised." Mobley smiled sarcastically, then suddenly looked at Abu and asked. "It's just that Moody lasted longer than you under Xiwen. Why are you so anxious?"

Abu: "..."

The situation on the duel stage continued to change. Moody, who was still lying on the ground after rolling, turned his hand and released a stun spell on Hope, trying to catch him off guard.

However, Xiwen's actual combat experience was so rich that he easily dodged Moody's coma spell by turning sideways.

Then he raised his hand and transformed Moody's scattered robe into a snake. The snake dragged Moody off the duel stage before he could react in a very funny way.

These are some practical application techniques of transfiguration that Dumbledore had taught in previous dueling classes. Sivan slightly modified them and formed such a somewhat funny way of defeating his opponent.

"Okay, Moody only lasted one round longer than you. Are you satisfied now?" Seeing that Sivan easily won, Mobley turned to Abramovich and said.

"It's okay. If I just use the Iron Armor Curse at the beginning, I might be able to survive one more round under Xiwen." Abu nodded proudly, but his words didn't sound impressive.

At this time, Xiwen also walked down from the duel stage and said without mercy: "According to the strength of your iron armor spell, I'm afraid you won't be able to block my spell for a second."

Abu: "..."

After dealing with Moody's challenge, Xiwen was completely idle and no one else was willing to challenge him.

Seeing this, Xiwen sighed and ran leisurely to enjoy the senior class's duel.

……

At this time, a fierce duel was taking place on the seventh-grade duel stage.

On one side was a Ravenclaw witch with gray hair, blue eyes, and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, and on the other side was a Slytherin wizard with red hair and a slightly big nose.

Various colorful spells danced between the two people, making the audience dizzy and dazzled.

Unknowingly, a large number of idle young wizards gathered around the seventh-grade duel stage. They looked at the wonderful duel between the two people on the stage with amazed eyes.

The little wizards of Slytherin spontaneously began to cheer for the wizard and shouted his name——

"Prewett! Prewett!..."

Hearing the call from Slytherin, the little wizard from Ravenclaw began to cheer for the witch not to be outdone——

"Gorshak! Gorshak!..."

It's just that Ravenclaw has the fewest students among the four houses, so its momentum is relatively weak.

Seeing Slytherin's performance, the young wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, two houses that were not very fond of Slytherin, also began to cheer for the witches, which led to direct calls of "Gorshak" drowned out the voices calling "Prewett."

Xiwen thought about his relationship with Miranda, and then took a look at the green on his collar. He felt that it was not appropriate to cheer for anyone, so he decided to stand silently and not shout with the others.

Amid the cheers, Ignatius showed a confident smile and used a vocal spell for the first time in this fast-paced duel——

"Incendio!"

A strong and fierce blazing fire burned at Miranda's feet, and soon formed a circle, completely surrounding her.

Upon seeing this, Miranda waved her wand gently, creating a transparent barrier around herself to block the fire.

Ignatius waved his wand vigorously, manipulating the fierce flames to make them grow larger and larger, as if they were about to engulf the sky and the earth.

The flames gradually swallowed up all the barriers Miranda had opened.

"Admit defeat, Gorshak." He shouted to the sea of ​​​​fire that had formed in front of him. "Your security guard won't last long, so there's no need to resist."

However, Miranda had no intention of admitting defeat.

When Ignatius was paying attention to the sea of ​​​​fire, an almost invisible magic spell quietly passed through the layer of flames and hit him.

Then, a big bat suddenly emerged from Ignatius's nose. The pain coming from his nostrils made him immediately frown, and he was also distracted for a moment.

At this moment, a very magnetic female voice came out from the sea of ​​fire——

"Partis Temporus!"

The flames surrounding Miranda suddenly split, as if a passage had been specially opened for her.

Miranda stepped out of the flames and pointed her wand at Ignatius, who had just recovered.

"It's you who lost." She raised her lips and said with a smile.

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