Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 203 Daphne: Rice, get up for a second—everyone here is trash.

"An interesting spell, is it a magic that makes people spit out slugs?" Rice shook his head with a smile, while also being amused by Daphne's actions.

What a good student! Knowing to stand on the teacher's side. Much better than the guy who could laugh while watching the teacher get beaten up by a flaming greatsword.

In the past, spending a lot of time with Adrian made Rice reflect on whether he owed him something in a past life. After spending time with Daphne, Rice realized: he didn't owe Adrian anything; Daphne was the one who owed him! Otherwise, why would he send Daphne to repay the debt?

It must be said that even with the same surname and living on the same estate, the differences between people are greater than those between humans and Floppy caterpillars.

Flitwick, who was on the stage, noticed the commotion in the Great Hall. He and Snape walked down from the platform and quickly went to Malfoy's side.

"Ugh..." In front of the professors, Malfoy vomited up two more slugs.

Flitwick frowned, conjured up a large bucket, and shoved it into Malfoy's hands.

"Just throw it up in here, and you'll be fine once it's all out."

Malfoy: ?!

He wanted to yell and demand a more reliable treatment plan from Flitwick, but Flitwick was a senior professor, and Malfoy didn't dare to challenge him. So he could only look at Snape with pleading eyes, hoping that Professor Snape, who had always favored him, could do something.

After a moment's thought, Snape recalled the kindness Lucius had shown him during his time at Hogwarts, and pulled a small bottle from his robes.

"Drink it, it'll make you vomit faster." Snape remained expressionless.

Unfortunately, Malfoy has dozens of slugs in his stomach, and the best way to deal with it is to vomit them out.

Malfoy: ...

Seeing that even his "backer" said the same thing, he could only swallow the bitter pill—but he could only swallow it after he had finished spitting out the slug.

While Malfoy silently emptied the slugs from his stomach into a wooden tub, the other students were enthusiastically practicing the Disarming Charm.

Snape's medicine was very effective; after about fifteen minutes, Malfoy stopped vomiting and emptied his stomach of the slugs. Most of the other young wizards had also almost finished practicing the Disarming Charm.

Seeing that most of the young wizards could already knock the wooden sticks out of the wooden figures' hands, Professor Flitwick began the final phase of the dueling club's activities for the evening: student duels.

"Alright, kids, it looks like you've all mastered the Disarming Charm, excellent! Now we can move on to the most exciting part of the evening!"

Upon hearing Professor Flitwick's words, the young wizards present all had a vague idea in their hearts.

"Any student who wants to duel may come up on stage and fight!"

The crowd cheered, the roar almost lifting the ceiling of the auditorium.

Professor Flitwick also explained a series of rules and rewards. Tonight's student duels are similar to "defending the title." The more rounds a student lasts on the round stage, the greater the reward. However, each student only has one chance to challenge. If they are knocked down or fail to defeat the "champion," they cannot continue to the stage to duel.

Flitwick also hinted to the students that the grand prize would be extremely "tempting," but no matter how much the students begged, Flitwick refused to reveal the prize, which immediately piqued their interest.

Many young wizards immediately shouted, hoping that Professor Flitwick would arrange for them to go first—their wands were itching to be used.

"Don't panic, let's decide who the first student to go on stage tonight is by drawing lots." Flitwick pulled out a lottery box from somewhere and shouted to the students below the stage with a smile.

The students quieted down and waited patiently for Professor Flitwick's draw results.

After rummaging through the lottery box for a moment, Flitwick took out a small roll of paper. He glanced at the students below, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He then unrolled the paper and read aloud the name on it: Daphne Greengrass.

Snape and Lupin, standing behind him, could see clearly that the scroll was completely blank. Clearly, the first student to go up was carefully chosen by Flitwick.

Flitwick had been keeping an eye on Daphne Greengrass of Slytherin for a long time. He felt that this little witch was extraordinary, so he simply took the opportunity of holding this dueling club gathering to call her up and find out more about her.

If she is truly exceptional, then we need to speak to Dumbledore—students like her have a huge impact on the wizarding world, and it's crucial to instill the right values ​​in them.

Slytherin cannot afford to lose another enigma.

Upon hearing her name called, Daphne couldn't hide her excitement and eagerness. She glanced at Rice beside her, tiptoed, and whispered quickly in his ear, "Um, please don't be the first to challenge me, okay? This is such a rare opportunity..."

The little witch was confident she could defeat most Hogwarts students, or at least have a 50/50 chance. But against Rice, she felt she couldn't even last a minute; it was a true 0/10 chance.

She suspected that Rice could easily defeat her even without a wand.

She had finally gotten this chance to play, and she didn't want it to end as soon as she appeared.

"Of course." Daphne's warm breath tickled his ear, and Rice couldn't help but frown, turning slightly to the side to create some distance. He really didn't want to go up into the ring; if Rowena found out, it would be an indelible stain on his record.

More importantly, he also wanted to know what level of junior wizard Daphne's current combat power was equivalent to.

Rice had never fought against all the young wizards at Hogwarts before, so he didn't know their skill level. He wanted Daphne to serve as a quality control device for the Hogwarts students, using her as the basic combat unit.

Of course, judging from the scene of the students practicing the disarming spell tonight, their actual combat ability is probably not optimistic.

Daphne, reassured by Rice, happily ran onto the stage. Astoria seized the opportunity and immediately squeezed next to Rice.

"Watch me knock my sister down in a minute!"

"Don't go on stage yet. Let Daphne test the students' abilities." Rice glared at Astoria, telling her to behave and not interfere with his test.

"Alright, Miss Greengrass, since you are the first student to step onto this stage tonight, I'm willing to grant you a special privilege: you can choose your opponent for your first duel." After Daphne stepped onto the stage, Flitwick handed the choice to her.

Upon hearing Professor Flitwick's words, Daphne tilted her head, a thoughtful expression appearing on her delicate face.

Finally, she spoke softly, "Anyone can come up. Forgive my bluntness, but everyone here... is very weak."

boom!

The auditorium erupted as if a pot of oil had been doused with ice water.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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