Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 204 Flitwick: Unsure, let's take another look.

The auditorium erupted in cheers.

Most of the young wizards present had heard of Daphne, after all, she was a first-year student who had caused such a stir. But no one knew she would be so audacious!

Everyone here is weak? How is that any different from saying "Everyone here is trash"?

The students below the stage were eager to go up and teach the little witch a lesson, to make her understand that young people shouldn't be so arrogant.

"Sister will probably fly into the air and rely on air superiority to win the duel, right?" Astoria guessed.

Rice shook his head; he didn't think Daphne would do that, at least not at first.

Flitwick was also taken aback by Daphne's words. He glanced at Snape first, then at Lupin. He was puzzled; how could this little Daphne be as belligerent as the Gryffindor students?

Never mind, I'll put in extra effort later to avoid hurting her...

Flitwick was already mentally prepared to intervene in the duel.

However, it must be said that Daphne's outburst instantly brought the atmosphere in the auditorium to a climax. Almost every student present had the urge to go on stage and knock her off.

Malfoy looked at the stage, seemingly lost in thought.

Marcus leaned over and poked his arm with a grin: "Want to go up and fight her? Let me tell you, only by showing your strength can you attract a girl's attention."

Malfoy licked his lips; he had to admit, he was tempted.

If I could defeat her in front of everyone... would she look at me differently afterward?

Despite his attraction, Draco remained stubborn. He turned to Marcus and asked him why he wasn't going up.

"Me? Of course, it's a piece of cake to handle a little girl like this, but I am her senior after all, so it's not appropriate for me to bully her." Marcus laughed it off, managing to fool Malfoy.

Despite his appearance suggesting troll lineage, Marcus is far more cunning than most. He has no desire to fight Daphne; losing would bring disgrace, and winning would offer no benefit. However, persuading his junior, Draco, to go up and fight is a sure thing.

Regardless of the outcome of the duel, Marcus could always conclude that Draco had won.

Fueled by Marcus's enthusiasm, Malfoy didn't think twice. He pushed his way to the front of the stage and shouted, "Daphne, accept my duel!"

This time, Lady Luck seemed to smile on Malfoy's side, and Daphne actually heard and accepted his challenge!

When Professor Flitwick invited Malfoy to the stage, he was still filled with a strong sense of unreality: she had actually accepted his invitation, could it be that...

My position in her heart must be quite special, right?

Malfoy was right; his position in Daphne's heart was indeed special—being at the top of the blacklist certainly qualifies as a special position.

He walked happily onto the round platform, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Daphne and Draco stood facing each other and bowed to one another.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you," Draco whispered to Daphne after giving a graceful bow.

"No, I suggest you give it your all." Daphne also had a smile on her face.

No matter how ruthless you are, you won't be held accountable. What a blissful moment...

At Flitwick's command, the duel began. Malfoy swiftly raised his wand, but Daphne was even faster. She raised her wand with her left hand, casting a defensive spell in front of her, while waving her right hand at Malfoy.

boom!

A fist formed from condensed air slammed into Malfoy's stomach, making him see stars.

Interrupt spellcasting!

Malfoy, whose stomach had been struck hard, was unable to cast a spell, while Daphne's attacks showed no signs of stopping.

She waved her wand dramatically, muttering incantations—she herself didn't know what she was saying—while secretly manipulating magic to beat Malfoy mercilessly. The second air punch landed on his waist, putting a mask of pain on him; the third punch ripped his nose open; then came the fourth, the fifth…

Flitwick was stunned: this form of magic was so rare, and it even had a hint of wandless spellcasting.

In his youth, he had exchanged and practiced with many students from Waggadu, Africa, who were very skilled at casting spells without a staff. They could often make their opponents feel as if they had been punched in the face with just a wave of their hand. This is very similar to Daphne's current situation.

Flitwick carefully observed the trajectory traced by Daphne's wand, then frowned: he couldn't find any connection between the spell and the wand's trajectory; it seemed as if she was waving the wand randomly.

While Flitwick was observing Daphne, Daphne's beating of Malfoy never stopped, and all of them were heavy, bone-crushing blows.

Snape, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed twice loudly, reminding Flitwick that it was time to end the duel.

Upon hearing Snape's voice, Flitwick realized what was happening and quickly called a halt to the duel.

Daphne obediently put away her wand, while Malfoy collapsed onto the dueling platform with a thud.

The young wizards in the audience: ...

Seeing Daphne standing obediently on the round platform, without blushing or skipping a beat, at least half of the students present gave up any thought of fighting her.

Who could connect the exquisite little witch before them, who looked like a porcelain doll, with the guy who had just brutally beaten his opponent on the dueling stage? Many people even doubted whether they were hallucinating, but Draco Malfoy, lying there, was silently proving what had just happened.

Snape strode over to Malfoy and drew his wand.

"Recover quickly!"

The Resurrection Curse healed Malfoy's body, but it could not heal his heart. At this moment, Malfoy did not want to stand up at all; he was completely afraid to face the gazes of others.

Snape grabbed Malfoy and pulled him off the stage, handing him over to Marcus.

Having witnessed Malfoy being brutally beaten up at close range, Marcus felt a chill run down his spine: Could he really withstand that onslaught if he went up there? He didn't have a definite answer.

Perhaps his robust physique will allow him to withstand a few more punches?

"Next." Daphne's clear voice came from the stage.

Malfoy suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Marcus's hand. Marcus immediately sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

"Help me!" Malfoy pleaded with Marcus to come up on stage and fight for him. He didn't want anything else right now, he just wanted someone to help him fight back.

Marcus wanted to refuse, but Malfoy would offer him a deal he couldn't refuse.

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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