Luke's invitation spread throughout the mountain trail with a amplification spell.

Whether it was the little wizards on the other side, or those who looked at everything in front of them in the dark or in the light, waiting for the result, they were all stunned.

Luke was already in a position of absolute superiority, and those little wizards, all the little wizards together were no match for him.

But could the person in the lead be a little different? Seriously, Luke himself wasn't sure. He didn't know if the student at the top had any other characteristics besides excellent command ability and considerable prestige. These are all things that Luke is not clear about.

But he still made that choice......

"Really, confidently."

Gilbert looked at the teenager below, at the reserve on his face, at the pride on his face, at the excitement on his face. He seems to be a rather belligerent wizard in addition to being a good nobleman. He seems to be eager to solve problems with combat.

But any choice he has made before has been the opposite of what he is doing now.

He is belligerent, but he is willing to use his wits to solve problems. Because it can reduce casualties, it can reduce its own losses. So he was able to suppress his desire to fight. Of course, it is not excluded that he also enjoys solving problems with wisdom.

"It always feels like this boy isn't as easy to deal with as we thought."

Miranda looked at the young man below and said with a confused expression.

Hearing this, Morian let out a sneer: "Heh, find out the identity of the other party, Miranda."

"As you always say, this is the 'heir to the Gaunt family', and in fact he is the only one left in the Gaunt family. The heirs of a family may be easy to deal with. But the patriarch of a family must be more shrewd than ordinary people."

On this point, Miranda couldn't help but recall the patriarchs of the families she had seen.

Not much.

Don Tripcard, who likes to appear in front of people the most; the neutral but seductive Sefir Skye; And another, Baxter Envi, who always looks a little gloomy......

There are only these three patriarchs of the ten major families she has seen, and none of the three in her impression are really easy to get along with. Just standing in front of them, there is an inexplicable pressure.

Especially Baxter Envi, just looking at you quietly, you feel like you have something to talk about.

"Believe me, those aristocrats in Britain are far more ruthless than our American rioters." Mo Lian used a tone of a person who came over, and clasped his hands to his chest in anger, "The game that the American aristocracy plays now is all leftovers from other people's play."

"If you don't believe it, just go and look at the properties of the British aristocracy, one by one, one by one, all the dark corners are sent away by them, and at the same time, they will hold the money in their hands cleanly. At this point, our group of outbreaks in the United States will have to study for a few years first."

Such a resentful tone, as well as the somewhat indignant look, and the bulging green tendons on the back of the hand, are all written in the same story.

But at this time, neither Gilbert nor Miranda had the idea of understanding the story.

Because of that glove, it was picked up.

"It's courageous."

Dumbledore looked at the young man who had jumped off the stone with emotion, and said in admiration.

Newt opened his mouth to say something, but he always felt that something was wrong.

In terms of age, Rove should be a little older than Luke. But as things stand, it's debatable whether Rove can make two moves under Luke.

If it had been Rove who was there to face the young man, Newt would have jumped out to save the man.

And now he is ready to jump out and save people.

It's just that the young man was saved.

After all...... In such a formal, medieval duel invitation, and modern

There is still a difference between wizard duels and wizards. I just don't know if that young man knows or not......

Judging from the way he accepted this duel invitation so neatly, he shouldn't have known.

"We should probably stop Jeff." Morian had his hand on his wand, "In my mind, they don't do anything superfluous. Each of their small actions will have its own special meaning. Because they have been passed down for too long. And most have money and have nothing to do."

"So I don't think that the glove that was thrown down meant to be a mere invitation to a duel...... At the very least, it won't be the wizard duel we know, because that's not the modern ritual."

Luke looked at the young man in front of him, nodded, and said with a smile, "Very good, you are a warrior, and you deserve my name to know."

The young man was tall and thin, looking like a hemp stalk, with a high nose and a cold look, like a hungry wolf in the dark.

"Jeff. As for the surname, it goes without saying. Mistress Gaunt wouldn't be interested in the last name of someone like me."

His tone was full of mockery and pent-up anger. Apparently, someone taunted him harshly in terms of his surname. Luke didn't see much of that. The most typical example is Malfoy's taunting the kid of the little aristocratic family who wants to come up close to Luketau, at the beginning of the school year.

Malfoy, with his family background, can break the defense of a small nobleman in a few words. Little Muggle wizards who really don't care too much about this kind of thing are fine. But the young man in front of him didn't care about this kind of thing at first.

It can even be said that he cares about this matter immensely.

"That's your fault." Luke shook his head, "People should not be ashamed of their family name and family background, and if they are ashamed, then do something that will make them feel honored."

"Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and getting angry with others."

Luke never felt like a forgiving person. What the young man in front of him said may not be considered offensive, but it is definitely not a sign of politeness.

"I'm really getting more and more pessimistic about this visit." Luke shook his head with some emotion, "Hogwarts has all kinds of conflicts, though. But we're not going to let the students become enemies of life and death."

"This may be due to the fact that we have a ...... who can barely be called an educator."

Dumbledore listened to Luke's words and subconsciously straightened his chest. Despite his age, he was happy to take Luke's compliments in full.

「…… Vice-Chancellor, Professor McGonagall is a very good educator, and although he is strict, he does discipline us students."

Dumbledore's smile froze. Gilbert felt himself breathe a sigh of relief. Morian frowned, "This rude boy."

"Thunderbolt!"

All that responded to Luke was a transparent ball of light, which flickered in size and size. This is the Demolition Charm, and for the students, this spell is powerful and difficult to control. And it's hard to really practice. After all, it's so destructive that there are very few venues that can practice it. Not to mention the use in real combat. Unless it's a little wizard like Ginny Wesley who has a special talent for this spell, it's hard to say who the injured person will be if he uses such a spell in real combat.

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"I thought Luke's words were a bit excessive. After all, it is a bit rude to talk about a professor's level of education. But as it stands. Yin Famorny may not really have the need to communicate. Their students don't even know basic dueling etiquette."

Newt shifted his body uneasily, he actually wanted to defend the professors of Yinfalmorny. But as we see it so far, such an argument is also purely superfluous.

"Maybe you have a point." Newt said helplessly.

With a "boom", one person on both sides fell to the ground.

And that person was Jeff.

"So fast!"

Morion's eyes lit up, and he looked at the deft and graceful sideways body in the distance while waving his wand, and took two and a half steps back. In this way, he dodged the other party's "thunderbolt explosion". At the same time, a flaming arrow struck Jeff at an extraordinary speed. And it burst open in an instant.

Before Jeff could feel the burning sensation, he didn't even have time to wave his wand again and cast an iron charm on himself.

Oh, he had done it, but by then he had fallen.

"Luke Gaunt is the one who gets the next hit." Morian explained to the two people beside him, "He quickly started using magic when he heard the other man chanting the spell, and in an instant he completed a fire spell of considerable quality."

"He's even added a form change to the flame spell that doesn't help with the power. Obviously, it's easy to play."

There was a special glint in Morion's eyes, although the young man in front of him was not his student, his fighting style was obviously very beautiful and admirable.

Luke walked towards Jeff, who was lying on the ground, his eyes closed as if he was unconscious.

"Don't pretend, I know the power of my own magic. It's not going to knock you out."

As he spoke, Luke leaned down, picked up the gloves that had fallen on the ground, and put them on his hands, and when he looked at Jeff again, he saw a pair of eyes full of resentment.

"Don't look at me like that." Luke had a gentle smile on his face, "I'll be scared."

After saying that, he laughed out loud to himself.

"Okay, I'm kidding."

Feeling Luke's humiliation, Jeff sneered and was about to taunt back. I don't know what kind of harsh things he had, but our Jeff always had a way.

Unfortunately, when the tip of Luke's glowing blue rod was pointed at his head, his alarm was loud.

"No, no, no! Wizard duels between students can't take each other's lives!

！」

Jeff shouted.

Luke tilted his head, his tone full of doubt, "Really? But...... According to the rules of us, that is, the British aristocracy, the duel between the nobles, as long as they go to the appointment, it will be endless, and at least two lives will be killed."

"But since you're not the rule, I've chosen a different way to invite a duel, and when you pick up my gloves, we'll be going to fight to the death."

The faint blue on the tip of his staff grew brighter and brighter, and he could already tell it was a flame.

"But, we, our rules are ......."

Luke smiled, "Then the next time you accept a challenge from someone else, remember to learn the etiquette of dueling first. As far as I know, this type of duel is still prevalent all over the world. You just don't know."

"Study hard and pay attention in the next life."

Just as the wand in Luke's hand was about to actually release flames and devour Jeff in front of him, a strong hand finally grasped his wrist.

"I thought you'd be watching the theater all the time. Principal Gilbert."

Luke said without raising his head.

"I thought I was holding Jeff's hand." There was no superfluous expression on Gilbert's face, and he let go of Luke's hand, and Luke's wand was put away.

"It looks like the students of Yin Famoroni really need to be strengthened."

Gilbert glanced at the famously outstanding seventh grade student with a look of disappointment. But such disappointment seems a bit harsh. Judging from his previous performance, whether it is in the command of the battle or in his personal combat ability, Jeff himself should surpass his peers. But what can't stand up to him is a monster.

A monster in every sense of the word.

"You've really blown my eyes away. It's an eye-opener in all sorts of ways."

Agilbert looked at Luke with a glint of appreciation in his eyes

Luster. But Luke was completely unmoved. Luke took a step back, then cleared his throat as Ageer Gilbert said, "Headmaster Eggerbert, I'm glad you were able to invite me to the Magic Academy. But I don't like this kind of behavior from your students."

"I don't care what you're inviting me for, or what you're trying to give me. Seriously, I may not be able to satisfy you what you want, and I may not be able to satisfy you with what you give."

"And, now, I have enough positions and reasons to condemn you. Condemn you for not being able to control your own students, and condemn you for misleading people's children. If these students are really cultivated by you, then I can only say ......."

"My Headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore would probably be ashamed to be called an educator with you."

As soon as Luke finished speaking, Dumbledore's voice came from the woods not far away.

"Luke Gaunt! Listen to what you're saying! Don't you know that Principal Gilbert has only been in office for a year? Moreover, there are so many things he has to deal with, and the division between students is not a problem that can be solved in a year!"

Dumbledore said sternly.

Luke hadn't consulted with him before, so it felt particularly ridiculous to hear this at this time.