Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Harry looked nervously at the stage. Snape's eyes were all too familiar to him. Every time he received such a look, it meant that Snape would launch an offensive against that person.

He was often made things difficult for him by Snape.

"I think some people should probably express his sincerity. On the other hand, I'm also very curious whether he is really qualified to stand in that position." Snape said in a low voice with barely opening his lips.

Flitwick was a little embarrassed. The description of "that position" was too exaggerated.

Those who know will understand that you are talking about the position of "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts".

Those who didn't know thought this was referring to the Chief of the Wizengamot.

However, he fully agreed with Snape's proposal. Although it was a bit out of the limelight to say this, he was on the losing side in the battle just now.

He does have hot hands and a high fighting spirit in his heart.

But his stable teaching career for decades has actually slowed down his reaction speed and combat thinking.

So in a practical sense, the battle just now was more like a warm-up...

Moreover, he also wanted to see the specific performance of Mu En's ancient witchcraft in battle!

There's no better opportunity than today.

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "I really can't think of a reason to refuse."

In this case, he had no reason to refuse.

In his eyes, the invitation to fight was several times more attractive than the girl's outstretched hand in the violin music. The splashing blood and the burning arena were much better than the symphony that was as soft as a lullaby!

If he had to have music, he wanted it to be a rock record that Chris gave him.

"However, I think you need some rest now. At the same time, we can't just let the little wizards watch us making trouble, right?"

Snape looked directly into Moon's eyes, and nodded after confirming that this was not an excuse to delay.

However, it wasn't until Mu En stood on the stage and faced the children that he suddenly reacted and glanced at Flivi.

"You... need to rest..."

"What does this mean...one of us is going to deal with both of us?!"

The words were not spoken, but the expressions between them were communicating like this.

Flitwick was also obviously surprised. He grabbed his beard and nodded with a smile.

"That's exactly what he meant."

In fact, they misunderstood Mu En's thoughts. After all, there were so many children watching here. If they really did this, it would be a situation where they would lose justly and win the title of god.

On the contrary, the two professors, regardless of whether they win or lose, their majestic status in the eyes of the children will probably be compromised.

He didn't want this, after all, he didn't need to leave a so-called "tall figure" in the hearts of these young wizards.

What he just said was mainly because he was not sure who he was fighting. After all, both of them seemed to be eager to fight.

"As you have just seen, the activities you participate in in the duel club are for real duels. And the activities in the classroom are for learning duels.

The former is to win and obtain more powerful dueling skills and spells.

The latter is for our safety. "

He had to make his words clear first, even though it might drive some people away.

That's a good thing, isn't it? After all, if the club really attracts almost all the students in the school like it does today, it will be a laborious and troublesome thing to do well.

The number of people who came today was not only beyond Flitwick's imagination, but also beyond his imagination.

He just realized that he had made an empiricist error.

Although most wizards focus on knowledge, he underestimated the restlessness of these little guys. Presumably, after all, although this castle has no worries about food and drink, it is... quite depressing.

"Now, does anyone want to stand on this stage and give a performance?" Mu En turned sideways, revealing the arena behind.

Harry immediately raised his hand, he couldn't wait to verify some of the ideas he gained from the comparison review just now.

"No surprise..." Snape's voice sounded from behind Moon.

Moon was a little confused. He nodded and let Harry come up first, then looked down: "Does anyone want to come and spar with Potter?"

No one raised their hands in the audience.

No one in the same grade expected to compete with Potter, after all, his performance in class was obvious to all.

"Malfoy?!" Snape's eyes slowly shifted to Draco.

Draco shook his head repeatedly, his head spinning like a rattle.

Snape's eyes revealed dissatisfaction, but this did not change Draco's mind.

"Then let a senior classmate come and tutor Potter." Snape said slowly.

Harry stood on the stage. He didn't really care who he was fighting, as long as he could touch him.

"I'll do it." Marcus Flint stood up with a gloomy look.

Moon cast a doubtful look at Snape.

What's going on with you Slytherins? !

Snape glanced at him but did not answer. Harry, on the other hand, looked at Marcus' expression and had a vague suspicion.

Is it because after looking at the professors’ intertwined spells, I feel like I can do it too?

However, he was not sure whether Marcus's move still brought about their previous conflicts.

Soon, the two stood on the ring.

Moon patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Just the magic spell. There are many children watching here."

Harry nodded and drew out his sword to chop or something. It was indeed not suitable for the environment here.

It wouldn't be good if blood splattered on the front row of spectators.

The two approached and followed the example of the professors before. They bowed first, then stood back to back and slowly separated.

In the audience, Draco shook his head and rubbed his face in boredom.

"Flint is called a troll. It seems that in addition to appearance and size, intelligence is also a major factor."

He was not optimistic about the duel between this guy and Harry at all.

"Don't worry too much." Draco looked at Hermione who was a little far away from him, looking nervous.

"What if I get hurt?!" Hermione looked serious.

……

These words left Draco speechless. Well, they looked at it from completely different angles. Isn't it natural to get injured in a duel? Once in the ring, the only thing that matters is victory or defeat.

Thinking about it, the two people on the stage turned around and held their wands straight to their chests.

Mu En stood between the two of them and made room for them.

"When the thunder and lightning fall, the duel begins." He instructed, and then raised his hands high.

"three"

"two"

"One"

With a bang, the tense nerves between the two were released at this moment, and Harry's wand was quickly aimed at Marcus.

"All petrochemical—"

The curse immediately flew towards Flint. He was also chanting the curse quickly, but was interrupted at this moment and had to move aside.