I only heard a "bang"!

Then, the entire auditorium fell silent......

The students of the dueling club watched in amazement what was happening on stage, they looked at the injured Malfoy, then at the stunned Matthew, and then began to chatter.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

Professor Flitwick let out a soft snort, and he scrambled off the stage and trotted toward the wall.

As for Professor Snape, he gave Matthew a slightly surprised look, and then ran to where Mr. Malfoy had fallen.

The two professors helped Draco Malfoy to his feet.

Professor Flitwick shouted, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy?

Poor Mr. Malfoy, however, was in a coma at this point, and was completely unable to respond.

"It's just a disarming charm, it's not serious," Professor Flitwick quickly decided, "but it must hurt if you hit your head against the wall like this, and you bleed so much!"

"You take care of the rest of the students, Professor Flitwick," Professor Snape said decisively, "I'll take this boy to the school hospital......"

"That's all there is to it," Professor Flitwick nodded, "be careful on the road." ”

Professor Snape picked up the injured Draco Malfoy, and the crowd quickly made way for him.

......

Matthew Wakefield stood on the stage in amazement.

As Draco Malfoy slammed into the wall, all the intense negative emotions vanished in an instant, and his own consciousness returned.

It's as if everything that just happened in my mind doesn't exist like this.

Only the faintly visible bloodstain in the corner of the wall still reminded him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Who am I?"

"What's going on?"

His mind was a mess now.

He lowered his head and looked at the black walnut wand in his left hand, which had been with him for many years, and for a while he even felt a little strange.

Didn't Garrick Ollivander say that a wand made of black walnut is the most loyal wand, and a wand with a unicorn tail hair is the most stable...... Why is there such a completely out of control phenomenon?

Countless doubts began to swirl in his mind.

"Wakefield!" Professor Flitwick, who turned around, saw Matthew standing stiffly on the stage, and quickly waved at him, "Come down, come down, kid!"

Matthew was stunned and walked off the stage somewhat mechanically.

"Phosph...... Professor Flitwick ...... "Matthew opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"Don't be afraid, kid!" Professor Flitwick was still as gentle as ever, completely unanimous, and patted Matthew's knee lightly.

Matthew hurriedly bent down and squatted down, eye-level with the professor.

"Don't be afraid, it's just an accident," Professor Flitwick continued, "It's normal for a duel to have a little accident like this, even Mr. Malfoy, I don't think he will blame you, don't be afraid...... By the way, have you ever learned and practiced the Disarming Charm before?"

Matthew shook his head.

"Yes!" Professor Dwarf raised his eyebrows visibly: "The first time you use the Disarming Charm, you can use such a great power! That can only be said to be an outstanding talent in this area, very rare......"

“...... If only you had that talent in Charms class!" he said jokingly again.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry, Professor......" Matthew pursed his lips.

"Well, don't worry about that little accident that just happened!" Professor Flitwick climbed onto the stage again, waving for everyone to be quiet:

"The practice of our dueling club continues, the next pair of opponents, take to the stage...... Don't be as heavy as Mr. Wakefield, or we'll have to end our practice early......"

......

There is no doubt that even a seasoned wizard like Professor Flitwick could not notice the anomaly that had just appeared in Matthew Wakefield.

Not to mention the onlookers.

After all, the "disarming spell" he used was actually not abnormal at all-

A perfectly used disarming charm, under normal circumstances, can achieve such a damage effect. Although there are not many wizards who can do this.

As for Matthew using it, it doesn't seem surprising, at least Professor Flitwick directly blames the talent...... After all, Matthew has performed very well in all courses for more than a year.

On the contrary, among the students, many pointed at Matthew...... His eyes were full of envy.

The practice of the dueling club continues.

Once or twice when some of the older students took the stage and started using disarming charms on each other, there were also one or two occasions like Matthew's.

However, Professor Flitwick was ready to pull the students back with a wave of his wand before they slammed into the wall completely.

In addition, Professor "Severus Snape", who took Malfoy to the school hospital, never reappeared...... Although he is not needed much for practice now.

After the public drill, everyone began to disperse in the auditorium and practice two-on-two.

When Professor Flitwick asked Mr. Theodore Nott to be Matthew's new partner, Noether shook his head desperately, unwilling to ...... And when Matthew noticed that Noether was always avoiding his gaze, he seemed to be scared......

In the end, Matthew's partner becomes Spinnett, a fourth-year Gryffindor.

"How did you do that?" she asked with great interest, "can you teach me?"

"I'm sorry......" Matthew smiled wryly, "I don't know how......"

"All right," Miss Spinnet shook her head with some regret, "take it—"

"Except for your weapons!"

......

After injuring Draco Malfoy, Matthew kept wondering if he should ask Professor Flitwick what was going on with him.

It's just that such a thing as a sudden loss of control of the body is not a good thing at first glance.

Moreover, there were so many people in the auditorium that it was not easy to talk to Professor Flitwick alone and avoid being heard.

By the time Professor Flitwick announced that this was the end of today's content—

As Matthew struggled to squeeze through the crowd, he found that Professor Flitwick had already left first, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Matthew walked out of the auditorium dejectedly, and then considered whether or not to visit the injured Mr. Draco Malfoy at the school hospital.