Harry took a deep breath and nodded at Snape.

Professor McGonagall had a lot less combat experience than Snape, who had worked under Voldemort, and because he was busy teaching most of the time, the pressure on Harry was not as great as he thought.

But Snape was different.

He was a very powerful wizard, he didn't use dark magic and aggressive spells, and his ranking at Hogwarts was on par with Professor Flitwick, second only to Dumbledore.

Now, of course, it's second to Grindelwald.

And looking at Snape's serious expression, it was clear that he had the absolute belief that he would be defeated.

Harry clenched his wand and licked his lips with a little excitement.

Although it is not a life-and-death fight, it is enough to test your strength as a wizard.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and an aqua-blue hemispheric barrier rose from the edge of the dueling arena.

"Albus, you—" McGonagall had a worried look in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Minerva." Dumbledore stepped forward, his body through the barrier, and into the arena, the voice of the old man hollowing out through the barrier.

"I'll take care of everything."

McGonagall nodded, her heart back in her stomach.

Dumbledore's strength has always been trustworthy, from the moment she entered Hogwarts.

Even when Voldemort suppressed the entire wizarding world, she didn't change her mind.

The barrier of the dueling arena was like ripples, a bit like the broken beads of Trelawney.

McGonagall's heart skipped a beat, she took a deep breath, patted her hand on her chest, and looked down at Trelawney, who was quietly 'asleep'.

It will not be accurate, so many times the prophecy has failed, and this time it is also not accurate.

McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Dumbledore's back.

He does get old, though.

Perhaps, he should be advised to retire early.

McGonagall was trying to downplay the impact of the prophecy, and Dumbledore's voice pulled her back to reality in an instant.

"Severus, Harry, don't use the Killing Spell." Dumbledore emphasized, "It's just a scramble, and I don't want to see any of you get hurt. ”

Seeing Snape and Harry nodding at the same time, Dumbledore took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Ready—"

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, green light and red light shot out of Snape's and Harry's wands, respectively.

The two rays of light collided together, erupting in the void with violent white sparks, followed by the sound of a spell.

"It's all petrified!"

"Except for your weapons!"

Snape's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he walked sideways, swinging his wand at Harry as spells and magic burst out the moment the tip of the wand was aimed at Harry.

"Except for the weapons!"

Coincidentally, Harry did almost the same thing as Snape, except that the spell changed.

"It's all petrified!"

The red light and the green light collided again, and the spot that had been temporarily in the vision of the wizard was lit up again.

Harry and Snape moved again, their wands raised, their magic pulsing.

Harry's magic was like a fluffy flame, and Snape's was like the tides of the night.

In the collision of fire and water, Dumbledore only felt a meager layer of steam blocking his vision, and he couldn't help but raise his wand, his expression becoming more serious.

Flitwick clenched his fists, and McGonagall clenched the hem of her skirt.

The two collisions just now should be supposed to be a temptation between Harry and Snape.

But the two of them cast their spells so quickly that they were close to the level of the average Auror and Death Eater in a fierce battle.

Snape understands what he says without a hint of stagnation, but how can Harry, a young wizard, reach the realm of tempering?

Tom Riddle licked his lips, and there was an interested look in his eyes.

"Mr. Riddle, I advise you not to hit Harry's idea." Quirrell whispered, "I'll keep an eye on you." ”

"You've changed so much lately, Quirrell." Tom's lips quirmed and he hissed, "I almost don't recognize you, can you tell me what you want?" ”

"I can help you, the strength of one person is better than two people."

Quirrell frowned, Parseltongue he would too, but he defined it as an adjunct to his previous mistakes and sins, and made up his mind not to use it again.

"I don't need your help, Riddle." Quirrell spoke normally, the wand in his sleeve quietly resting on Tom's waist, "You just need to be quiet and earnestly follow the professor's rules, and you don't have to worry about the rest." ”

Tom smiled and said normally, "I will, so don't be nervous, Quirrell." ”

"Let's watch the duel well."

Harry and Snape only had each other in their eyes, and the temptation just now made them understand that they could not win their opponents without using all their strength.

Thinking of this, the magic power on the two of them suddenly stirred.

Harry's wizarding robes bulged as if his muscles were bulging.

Snape's clothes clung to his body, as if they had been drenched in water, and they faintly smelled damp.

All the wizards present also focused their attention.

"The spring gushes!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Two essential spells for home travel, which were meant to fill a kettle with water and light a campfire.

But in Snape's and Harry's hands, they became hideous.

The flowing water released from the tip of Snape's staff immediately swept through half of the dueling arena.

Except for Dumbledore and himself, the water level in his duel half rose by more than two meters at once, almost touching the top barrier.

Harry's flames were no slouch, the red heat turning the blue barrier in color.

Even under Harry's control, the devastating flames curled Dumbledore's unkept beard.

Dumbledore seemed to smell the burnt mush of his beard.

But he didn't care about that.

The collision of water and fire caused a large amount of steam to appear, which severely blocked his vision.

Dumbledore had to cast out his magical tentacles to sense the duelist's state and movements.

"You should keep learning the magic of perspective." Dumbledore said to himself, "If I had learned, Minerva wouldn't have blamed me at this time." ”

Dumbledore's expression was solemn, and he had to admit that Harry's strength was seriously underestimated by him.

In this situation, he can only rely on his rich experience to ensure the safety of the duel.

[Everything is still under control. 】

Dumbledore cheered himself up in his heart.

Outside the barrier of the dueling arena, Flitwick looked at the three people covered in steam, and turned to McGonagall:

"Minerva, can you see what's inside?"

He leaned over to McGonagall's leg and whispered, "You confiscated Albus's clairvoyance spell, did you learn it?" ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." McGonagall woke up suddenly, took out her wand and pointed it at her eyes, and cast a spell, "Nothing to obstruct." ”

Her eyes flashed brightly, and the situation inside the barrier was instantly clear.

"How's it going? How's it going? Flitwick asked anxiously, jumping to his feet.

"I'm watching, and they haven't moved. Don't worry, I'll tell you. ”

"Oh, you cast a spell on me, Minerva."

"......" McGonagall was silent for a moment, feeling that her cerebellum had not atrophied, and waved her wand, "There is nothing to cover." ”

Flitwick's eyes lit up, and he could see the scene inside the dueling arena clearly.

"Freeze quickly! Snake kiss mimicry! Snape cast two spells in a row in a second.

The surrounding water vapor suddenly cooled down, and although it was not clear, under the newly obtained infrared vision, the figures of Harry and Dumbledore were clearly visible to Snape.

"Except for your weapons." Immediately after, the wand in Snape's hand shot out a red light, hitting Harry directly.

Won.

Snape thought to himself, his heart relieved.

Dumbledore looked in Harry's direction in shock, and the red light that hit Harry was actually reflected back!

"Smack!"

Snape stared blankly at the wand that came out of his hand, the water vapor condensed into ice crystals and fell, and Harry's smiling face appeared in front of him poetically.

"Worthy of your child, Lily." Snape muttered softly, his eyes filled with emotion and surprise instead of loss.

He bent down to pick up his wand, looked at Harry with a calm face, and said, "Silent spell casting, what a beautiful decision, Harry. ”

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean."

Snape smiled and nodded, then looked at Dumbledore and said solemnly, "I lost, Albus." ”

"Do you have to give Harry a break before the next guy comes up?"

Nope.

The code words on the subway are really in time.

It's just that the base of the thumb hurts a little, and the plaster goes.

(End of chapter)