In the bell tower classroom, the wizards were full of voices.

Duels are not fought one by one.

Rather, several games were played at the same time, but the most intriguing game in between, was undoubtedly Roque's.

Because he was too eye-catching in this group of competitions that almost consisted of the lowest fourth grade and the highest seventh grade.

At first, everyone didn't take him seriously.

But when he won one senior after another, everyone began to talk about it again.

On the other side, Matthews, who had just finished the duel, looked at Roque in the distance with a solemn gaze.

Matthews Avery, a seventh-year Slytherin student and this year's student male president, oversees the prefects.

"Have you asked a Slytherin student of the same age, what is his situation?" Matthews asked Gemma, the female prefect next to him.

"Born in an orphanage, he showed him a wandless silent spell in a spell class, and young wizards of his age seem to be very sought after by him, including us Slytherins, of course."

"Really......" Matthews' eyes were lowered as if in deep thought.

Gemma also sighed, they had set up a schedule for Roque to have several good Gryffindor players, but they were all defeated by each other.

This seems like a good thing, as if it weakens Gryffindor's power, but there is only one champion.

For someone like Matthews, it doesn't matter what kind of opponent he faces, because he has to win in the end.

He had belonged to Slytherin since his first year, and the descendants of his Holy Twenty-Eight, the Avery family, had always boasted of his flawless grades.

This year, his goal is to win the House Cup, to win his own Slytherin robes, and to draw a perfect end to his house life.

"Can you buy him?" Matthews said suddenly with his head raised.

"He seems to be short of money, but ......" Gemma frowned, "what should I say...... Maybe it's a woman's intuition, I always feel that he has a kind of arrogance in his bones, and with our relationship with him, I am afraid it is not realistic to want to buy it. ”

"Then change the schedule and let Culus fight him, and you have to let them break one for two."

……

"Next!"

"Seventh year Gryffindor prefect Kurus!"

"Duel first year Roque Anderson!"

"Salute on both sides!"

Kurus took a deep breath and made the final preparations for the duel.

The freshman on the opposite side had already cut several seniors in a row, and he couldn't afford to underestimate him.

However, Kurus, who had already finished saluting, was unusually in a hurry to recite a spell to attack at this time, but said to himself:

"I'm really sorry before, and I said stupid big things like you won Shepard with a sneak attack."

He bowed slightly, but paused again, as if to notice that Roque had not taken the opportunity to attack him, and Curus finally smiled, as if to firm up some kind of judgment of his own.

"Sure enough, you're a dementor, aren't you?"

"I've watched all of your duels before, and you're pretty good at taking preemptive action and using spell relief to counteract the opponent's spell, so that's why you can react to Shepard's sneak attack, right?"

"But ah!" Kurus smiled and pointed to his head, "Maybe your age limits you, and you may not know that there is a knowledge in the world called Occlumency. ”

"Your wandless silent spell, I guess you've only practiced the Levitation Charm, right?"

"I have to say that you are really amazing, you can beat so many seniors who are older than you at this age. If you are like this, you will definitely be able to become the chairman in the future, and I can't think of anyone better than you. ”

"And you can listen to me say so much, and you haven't taken the opportunity to sneak up on me, and I also recognize your dueling spirit!"

"But I'm sorry, you met me."

"This is an unfair battle for you, and your duel is coming to an end."

Culus looked serious and swung his wand with swift speed.

"Four-five-"

Before the curse could be recited, the whole person slammed into the distant wall like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom!"

The duel was over in an instant!

Culus had the same fate as Shepard.

The dust in the sky flew in the dueling arena, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

And Matthews, who was secretly observing Roque's game, had an expression of disbelief.

He didn't believe that Gryffindor's Culus had lost so casually, and the other party had always been his opponent!

"In the end...... What the hell is going on? ”

"Culus is supposed to be much stronger than Percy, right?"

How did it end faster?

Percy can still have a few back and forth fights with Roque!

Just now, when everyone didn't react, Roark used ancient magic to throw.

And now, Roque's palm was slightly bent, and Kurus, who was smashed into the dust, was instantly dragged into the air by an invisible force, and the whole person was lifted in front of Roque in the air.

"Ahem......" Curus coughed, and before he could react to what was happening, he was once again carried in front of Roque by the force.

"Rely on mind reading? Late strike? For the first time, Roque shook his head in the middle of a duel: "I do have a sense of regent, but in fact that's not a reason for me to be preemptive. ”

He looked at Hermione and his roommates in the audience, and continued, "You call it humility or arrogance—in fact, I like to give my opponent a chance to show myself every time. ”

Whether it's a class or a duel.

During the lesson, Roque would deliberately wait until Hermione and the others were successful before casting his spell or transfiguration.

And in the duel, Roque will also give Percy a chance to show their strength, so that they can make as many moves as possible.

"Because I don't like to compete with people who are not as good as me, and for the weak, my participation is an injustice to them."

"My presence will rob them of what little brilliance they already have."

Roque raised his head slightly, his azure pupils reflecting the golden bell above his head, like a full moon reflected on the surface of a dark deep lake.

"Just like you just did, because the opponent was a kid younger than yourself, you apologized to me and said it was an unfair matchup."

"We have the same mentality, and it's my fault to participate in this duel this time, I participated in a tournament that is not my own weight."

"It's just the opposite of what you think, I'm the one with the heavier weight."

The black wizard's robes fluttered on Roque's body, and the dust cleared.

The second defeat of the seventh-year prefect caused everyone present to hold their breath and listen carefully to Roque's "wild words".

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Roque moved, and he slowly walked in front of Matthews, the chairman of Slytherin.

Matthews' hands trembled slightly, he had never felt such a tremendous pressure.

"It's the schedule you arranged that keeps me playing against Gryffindor students."

It seems to be an inquiry, but it is a declarative sentence.

"There's no need to be tempted, just come and fight me."

"You're not alone, though." Roque looked around, "It's that everyone you can mobilize, who is willing to help you, can come and fight me together." ”

"Family, connections are also part of your strength."

"Of course, your resourcefulness, your strategy, your knowledge, your resources."

"Whether it's more or less, sneak attacks, potions, evil spells, magic plants, alchemy products, even black magic that was originally restricted and not allowed, or even the three unforgivable spells, please use them."

"Matthews, let's get as close as possible to each other."

"If you don't press everything from you, I'm afraid the battle between you and me will just be boring and humble for me again."