Higgs got the first crows flying right away.

"10,000 bullets!"

But Scott didn't pause any longer, and a second group of crows, which were flying like arrows, had come to him again.

Higgs didn't seem to know how to use the Iron Armor Charm, so he fled in disarray.

Scott waved his wand again.

"It's getting bigger."

At the moment when Higgs and the crows passed by, the crow closest to him suddenly grew larger and collided directly with him.

Higgs was knocked straight onto the lawn.

"It's all petrified."

Scott's petrification spell followed.

Higgs's body suddenly stiffened, and only his eyes were still moving.

"Wait a minute, I'll undo the spell for you."

Scott stepped forward.

He waved his wand in his hand, and all the summoned crows rose into the air and scattered in all directions.

Scott walked up to Higgs.

"Stop!"

A golden glow scurled from the tip of Scott's wand into Higgs's body.

His stiff, stone-like body quickly recovered.

Scott reached out and pulled him up.

"Thank you, Trollope." Higgs sincerely thanked him.

Scott shook his head, "No, it's a no-brainer." ”

Higgs hurriedly said, "No, I mean ......"

"No thanks." Scott said with a smile, shaking his head again.

He knew what Higgs meant.

Higgs wanted to thank Scott for giving him the opportunity to perform in the duel.

After all, the performance of breaking the Iron Armor Spell at the beginning was already an indication of his level.

But Scott didn't think it was anything.

Again, it's rare to meet a polite Slytherin.

Although the two sides are not friends, at least they are not enemies.

Higgs was at least sincere when it came to a Muggle-born wizard like Scott.

Unlike those students who have been brainwashed by purebloodism, even if they are forced to keep their mouths shut temporarily due to Scott's strength, the inexplicable sense of superiority in their bones can never be hidden.

Scott is still willing to make friends with a Slytherin student like Higgs, maybe when will it be useful?

Given that the two sides are not familiar with each other, Scott did not say anything to Higgsdo.

He just waved his hand and walked out of the court.

Coming to the edge of the pitch, Milton was already standing there, and Scott walked up to him and turned to look inside the field.

At this time, the battle of some students has ended, and some have not yet decided the winner.

"How?" Scott asked Milton, "Did you win?" ”

Milton nodded, his eyes shining, "Win, Jordan is not very familiar with combat." ”

Scott asked, "He didn't play in the previous dueling club?" ”

Milton shook his head, "It's rare to see him. ”

Scott towards Lee, who was standing on the other side? Jordan and George took a look.

"You're alright, Kayla." He asked Kayla, who was sitting directly on the grass and was a little embarrassed.

Kayla said frustratedly, "I'm fine, I'm just losing too fast, and I'm sure I can only get a low score on this exam." ”

"Rest assured, this is only one test content for one subject, and it does not account for a large proportion of the total score."

Scott comforted her, then looked at the battle between Roger and Fred on the court.

Judging from past performances, Roger and Fred are comparable in strength, and the two are afraid that they will have a stalemate for a while.

The two of them also have different fighting styles.

Roger specializes in spells, while Fred has a bit more means and uses some Transfiguration charms.

The two play different roles in Quidditch, which makes their merits different.

As a chaser, Roger has a stronger spell target.

Fred, as a batsman, was more precise in his timing.

Of course, they have the same advantages.

Both of them have sufficient physical strength and quick reflexes.

At this time, although the two of them kept casting spells on each other, their spells hit the clearing.

Suddenly, Fred took off his robe and threw it on the ground, turning it into a wild boar.

The act sparked laughter from onlookers in the stadiumside stands.

Because the boar was a little miniature and not as tall as Fred's knees.

There is no way around it, and if the level of Transfiguration does not reach a certain level, it will be difficult for wizards to turn small objects into large animals.

That's something Scott couldn't do either.

He could have changed his shoes for a small boat, but that was because the boat was dead.

Right now, it's rare for Fred to be able to turn a thin robe into a wild boar about the height of a calf.

And Fred is clearly not the kind of guy who will do useless work.

After the appearance of this miniature boar, it did cause Roger a lot of trouble.

Unlike Scott's fighting habits, Fred did not manipulate the boar with precision.

The miniature boar would only run back and forth in a straight line on the field, as long as he needed to be distracted to control it when making a U-turn.

Although such an action is easy to dodge, it is also bound to distract Roger in this way.

He tried to destroy the boar with a spell, but due to its small size and speed, the boar in action failed to hit several times.

Although the speed of the wild boar will slow down when it turns around, Fred will also focus on defense at this time.

So, under the interference of the wild boar's collision, Fred fought more easily.

Milton said with some concern: "If Roger can't hit that boar yet, he's going to lose to Fred." ”

Scott smiled, "It's not that easy, don't forget what Roger is best at." ”

"Oh......" Milton's eyes lit up, "I hope Roger can remember it himself." ”

In fact, Roger is certainly aware of the advantages, don't look at him at this time, but he is holding back.

The miniature boar was seen coming straight from behind him, and a red light flew out of Fred's wand in front of him.

Roger hurriedly moved his feet, letting the boar and the red light pass by him.

At the same time, his wand was pointed at the ground.

"Glisseo!"

In an instant, the grass in front of the mini boar intertwined, forming an unusually smooth straight path.

Yes, I don't know why, Roger's best spell is this.

He could use this spell to make the lawn slippery, which Scott couldn't.

The rampaging boar suddenly slipped on all fours and rolled to the side.

Roger took the opportunity to throw a stun spell at Fred, and petrified the boar as Fred dodged.

Fred's helper left the field, and a smile suddenly appeared on Roger's face.

Scott heard him exclaim, "Fred! You should be glad I didn't use the Crushing Charm, or your robes would have turned into rags! ”

"Faint!"

It was rare that Fred didn't fight with his words, and directly used a spell to return to him.

Roger grinned and dodged, and the two began to hit the air with their spells again.

Milton said: "If this continues, the two of them may have to exhaust their strength to separate the winners." ”

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