When night fell and darkness engulfed the land, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team members closed their team and finished their practice.

The team walked and talked, comparing the performance of different broomsticks, and returned to the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle in a relaxed and happy way.

After saying goodbye to the team, Alan returned to his dorm room to wash up quickly, then refreshed himself to Professor Flitwick's office.

As soon as he arrived at the professor's door, Alan raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but the door creaked and he opened his arms.

Professor Flitwick held his wand and looked at Alan kindly. On the table in front of him sat two plates of delicately shaped pastries and a large pot of honey grapefruit tea. Even if Alan hadn't stepped into the office yet, he could already smell the fragrance and sweetness.

Entering the office, Alan found that there was an open space in front of Professor Flitwick's thirteen windows with a superb view, apparently to train Alan for dueling.

"Sit down, Alan, before we start training, we can talk about dueling. And you can also take a break. I saw that you didn't have long to come back from the Quidditch training ground. You're coming so quickly, you obviously need a break!" Professor Flitwick poured Alan a large cup of honey grapefruit tea.

"Thank you, Professor!" Alan said, picking up his teacup and taking a large sip, the sweet taste covering his mouth.

"For us wizards, duels are not the preserve of knights and nobles, nor are they just dangerous games for love and honor. It is also a long-standing legal system and a far-reaching cultural trend in the history of the wizarding world. It's a masculine game that sounds like a knight. As soon as Alan sat down, Professor Flitwick eagerly opened the conversation.

I saw Professor Flitwick talking eloquently, and there was a fiery light in his eyes. It's like a fan seeing a wonderful ball game, a child seeing a sweet candy, and a young man seeing a happy girl!

"Wizard duels are definitely more than just private fights. Once upon a time, wizard duels could be seen as a means of judging the truth from the fake, and it was believed that Merlin would guarantee victory for the truth-teller. Professor Flitwick took a sip of tea and moistened his throat.

"Today, the International Wizarding Guild holds an 'International Wizarding Duel Tournament' every six years, where wizards from all over the world participate in the fight for the honor of their country. This is also a measure of the development of wizarding power in various countries, and it is a display of the style of the wizarding world in each country. Alan listened intently, watching the professor's speech and actions.

Professor Flitwick suddenly raised his voice, "And we, for the third time in a row, have won the 'International Wizarding Duel Competition'!" Professor Flitwick's expression was full of pride.

"And when will the next International Wizarding Duel Tournament be held?" asked Allen curiously.

"Six years later, the contest actually just ended during your first year summer vacation. As a former champion, I am honored to witness the birth of a new champion, a master of courage and wisdom – Kingsley Shackle!" Professor Flitwick's tone was full of admiration.

"It's him!" it dawned on Allen, Kingsley was a wizard of great ability, and during Operation Moon Jewel, Allen had seen his superior skills.

This is a steady, reliable, and trustworthy wizard. With such a proud honor, super strength, and extraordinary achievements, it is no wonder that after the victory in the future war, he will serve as the Minister of Magic!

"Do you know him?" asked Professor Flitwick, surprised.

"Yes, my brother Albert Harris is also an Auror, so I had the privilege of meeting Mr. Kingsley Shackle. Alan explained simply.

"Albert, I remember him, this is a wonderful Ravenclaw student! Transfiguration is excellent, Professor McGonagall likes him!" Professor Flitwick recalled Albert, his face full of relief.

"Of course, you're better than him, Alan, you're the only student at Hogwarts ever to get a perfect score in Koko!" Professor Flitwick was proud, and he firmly believed that Alan was also the most gifted student Ravenclaw had ever seen.

And Allen's next performance once again refreshed Professor Flitwick's cognition, and made this view deeply rooted in his heart.

"Okay, it's almost time to rest, why don't we do actual combat training. Professor Flitwick suggested.

Alan stood up respectfully and stepped with Professor Flitwick into the open space under the window.

"You're the same age as Leonard's student, both are underage wizards, and you're only a sparring, and you shouldn't use lethal magic in a duel, so there's a spell that's extremely useful in this situation, and it's—"

Before Professor Flitwick could finish speaking, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the door opened, and a Ravenclaw junior ran in with a panicked face, "Professor, Roger and Marcus Flint of Slytherin are fighting. The Quidditch players in Ravenclaw and Slytherin seem to be furious, and if they don't stop it, the outcome will be unpredictable!"

"Thank you, Josebie, for going and seeing. Professor Flitwick stood up immediately. Alan immediately got up from his seat and followed.

The small, brown-haired Josephby led the way and soon reached the entrance hall on the first floor.

I saw a lot of young wizards pointing on the stairs and in the corridors on the second floor, and many Slytherin and Ravenclaw students drew their wands, and they were in a posture of fighting if they didn't agree with each other.

Suddenly, a loud "all petrified" was heard, and a bright light flashed, and Bradley, the Ravenclaw chaser, was struck by Marcus's spell.

The furious Ravenclaws immediately fought back, and various colored spells intertwined in the air, and you came and went, so lively!

"Stop it!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice drowned out the noise and shouts, and the scene became more and more chaotic, and even the freshmen who didn't know any magic spells in the first year used Muggle fighting, tearing and scuffling together.

Behind Professor Flitwick, Alan secretly pulled out his wand and aimed it at Marcus Flint, who danced the fastest and most unscrupulously with his Slytherin wand, "Pass out!"

Marcus was hit by a spell and fell to the ground, and Ravenclaw's Penelope reacted quickly to refill several spells, and Marcus's head grew a dense red bag at a speed visible to the naked eye.