Librarian at Hogwarts

Ignat and Neil arrived at the duel venue.

Along with them, there was Basilda - as soon as she got out of class, she was surrounded by these two people, and they clamored that she must be the referee.

"You two are really like children!"

Bascida rolled her eyes at the two of them.

Only young wizards have always been willing to go to the school's dueling field - in the school, wizard dueling is also a kind of sport.

Of course, Hogwarts also holds dueling competitions every year.

If you win, you can gain extra points for your college.

"Having a duel is a very holy thing, and it requires a referee."

Neil had already stood on the duel stage and said to Bathida.

Bathida didn't respond.

Obviously, she didn't find the duel to be a boring thing.

But the bet between the two seemed too underage.

However, if it were explained by saying that a man is a boy until he dies, Bascida might be able to understand it.

"Both sides, take your positions!"

"Since I am asked to be the referee, I will take it very seriously."

Basilida obviously quickly stepped into the role of referee.

She even started waving to passing students, encouraging them to place bets.

"Hey, our school librarian and the Quidditch pitch keeper are dueling."

"Don't you have any ideas to make a bet?"

“Five chocolate frogs will do!”

Soon, many little wizards gathered around.

"Look, it's our librarian!"

Several blond-haired female students screamed.

Following this scream, the crowd immediately gathered around.

"It seems that my popularity is much higher."

Ignat raised his eyebrows proudly and said to Neil.

"cut!"

"It's just the surface!"

Neil said unconvinced.

Soon, in the crowd, another student shouted: "The caretaker of the Quidditch field, I know this one!"

Neil felt proud when he heard this.

It seems that I am also quite popular in school.

"I lost a lot of money on his betting box!"

"Oh, poor guy. I won a hundred Sickles last time."

"And I..."

Neil felt embarrassed after hearing these next words.

But he thought about it.

At least this way people will remember it, right?

"OK OK."

Bastida clapped her hands.

She maintained order at the scene.

After all, without some maintenance, those young witches and wizards who are fascinated by Igno may be about to break through the fence and run directly to the duel stage.

"Two duelists on the field."

"If you don't have any objections, tonight."

"The duel between wizards has officially begun."

"Remember, only use your wand—no fists."

Basilda said briskly.

Then Ignat and Neil raised their wands first and bowed to each other.

Then, they walked back until they almost reached the edge of the duel arena.

When Bathida's count reached three, the two began to attack each other.

"Except your weapons!"

"Armor protection!"

"All petrochemical!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

The magic spells of Igno and Neil collided with each other crazily in the air.

The two of them did not use any complicated spells, and they did not even use silent spells to speed up the attack.

Because this is a duel.

It's not a life and death fight.

What the two need is to find each other's weaknesses in the back and forth, and then gradually expand their own advantages, suppress the other, and defeat the enemy with the last move.

Although, there aren't any fancy spells in the battle between Igno and Neil.

But in the eyes of these students, it was also quite exciting.

After all, there are many junior wizards who cannot even cast a simple spell.

The smooth spell-casting movements of Ignat and Neil, as well as the continuous magical light, were enough to dazzle these students.

"Who do you think will win?"

The students have already started talking.

"I think it must be Mr. Neil - you can see that his offensive is obviously much stronger than Mr. Igno."

"Hey, open your eyes! In this duel, Mr. Ignat will definitely win!" A witch shouted unconvinced.

"Oh, come on. You little girls who only care about looks." A red-haired wizard shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Igno will win for sure! I'm sure of it!"

"No! I think Mr. Neil will win! I'm sure too!"

The sound of the argument was like a wave, rising higher and higher.

It was so noisy that other students who were watching the duel quietly had to block their ears.

Fortunately, Basilda stopped all this in time.

"If you continue to argue endlessly here."

"Gryffindor House and Slytherin House, each say twenty points!"

'Point deduction' is obviously a very deterrent thing.

As soon as Basilda finished saying this, the students present immediately fell silent.

Basilda shook her head and continued to watch the duel on the field.

From her perspective, there was much more to see than the students present.

She had been watching the duel between Igno and Neil.

And the more this happened, the more surprised she felt inside.

Igno and Neil are both masters of dueling!

The moment the two cast spells, they could predict each other's movements.

Whether it is the speed of casting the spell or the direction of the spell, these are all accurately controlled.

Moreover, the duel between the two of them was not that gorgeous magic showdown, but a true duel of brains.

Both sides deliberately avoided the use of powerful spells - avoiding direct violent confrontation, and instead chose a technical duel.

The duel between Igno and Neil apparently also attracted a professor - Filius Flivi.

Filius's short stature meant that he was not able to see the duel between Igno and Neil at the beginning.

Fortunately, he found a high platform in time.

"What a wonderful showdown."

Filius sighed in a low voice.

"Yes, the way of casting this spell is very particular and particular."

He kept watching, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to make gestures two or three times, as if he wished he could go into battle himself.

And on the field.

The duel between Igno and Neil has reached a fever pitch.

Both of them knew that the outcome would be decided in the next few moves.

Neil went on a fast break, and every spell he cast hit Igno with precision.

But Igno was not in a hurry.

He waved his wand, resisting Neil's attack while aiming at the right moment, preparing to launch the final winning blow.