Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 207 Rice, Fight Me!

"Completely cleaned up!"

"Sweep it all away!"

"No trace of dust!"

The three professors used spells to clean up the dust in the hall, while the young wizards below wiped the dust off their faces and stared intently at the situation on stage.

Gemma emerged from the platform, dirt sliding off her robes like water. Soon, her robes were clean again; the person who had just crawled through the mud was dressed cleaner than Daphne, who was floating in mid-air.

Looking at the scene before her, Daphne couldn't help but recall everything she had witnessed in the underground classroom last year, when the mud on the ground slid down her feet in the same way.

If Gemma really transforms the pedestal into that kind of thing, he will have no chance of winning.

Daphne lowered her head and looked up at her senior, Gemma, who was standing on the ruins of the platform, gazing up at her.

Her face was deathly pale, and Daphne noticed that her hand holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably.

It seems she, like me, is no longer able to do what she just did.

Just as Daphne had predicted, Gemma had reached her limit. The strain of manipulating the soil was secondary; what was more critical was that she had underestimated the power of Daphne's spell, or rather, overestimated the soil's defensive capabilities. In the explosion just now, her leg seemed to have broken.

The intense pain made it difficult for her to concentrate, let alone continue the attack. Even using the Ironclad Charm to intercept Daphne's spell became a luxury—she couldn't even move and could only stand there passively taking hits.

"I lost."

"You win."

Both of them issued statements of withdrawal. Gemma believed she was no longer able to fight, while Daphne felt there was no point in continuing, especially since the victory achieved using the necklace was somewhat unfair.

If Gemma had met Rice before her, she would have been the one getting thrashed tonight, Daphne was certain of that.

Seeing that both players had abstained, Professor Flitwick announced that the result of the match was a draw.

Daphne landed back on the ground and walked off the platform with Gemma, whose broken thigh bone had been temporarily set.

"This is truly remarkable. I thought I was already one of the best students, but you've given me a real lesson." Gemma couldn't help but marvel at the terrifying strength of the new generation.

"It's just relying on external forces. If I keep fighting like that, I'll definitely lose." Daphne attributed all the factors for her victory to the necklace.

Gemma shook her head: Daphne did get help from outside forces, but she didn't rely entirely on her own strength!

"You're incredibly young, it's truly enviable. I wonder how strong you'll be by the time you graduate..." Gemma changed the subject.

"Perhaps by then, I'll be able to kill Voldemort solo." Daphne remembered Rice's expectations of her and answered her senior's question with Rice's prediction.

Gemma glanced at Daphne but didn't respond.

After Daphne and Gemma left, Flitwick waved his wand and repaired the circular platform that the two had mostly destroyed.

The students' duels continued. However, none of the students who went up next were as formidable as Daphne; winning three or four matches in a row would be considered quite good.

Attracted by the highly appealing gimmick of "student duel," even the very few students who hadn't attended the club gathering came over.

Almost every student got to experience the thrill of dueling, with Gryffindor's Percy Weasley, Ravenclaw's Hermione Granger, and the surprisingly impressive first-year student Astoria Greengrass all achieving impressive results. When Astoria secured four consecutive victories, the entire Great Hall erupted in cheers—not only was her older sister incredibly skilled, but her younger sister was just as formidable?!

However, what shocked everyone the most was that the record holder for the longest winning streak in Daphne's history wasn't one of the names mentioned above, but rather a student from Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory. He won six consecutive rounds before being defeated by a seventh-year prefect.

When Cedric won six consecutive duels, all the Hufflepuff students in the Great Hall cheered: this was a rare moment of glory for their school—Daphne, a monster-level student, had already been "ascended" by them and was no longer within the scope of discussion.

However, many Slytherin students were dissatisfied with Cedric's achievement. In their view, all the powerful students in the school had been "depleted," which allowed someone like Cedric to "steal" the prize.

If Gemma were in charge and Daphne were there, how could you have won six in a row?

"It's a pity about Gemma, she could have won seven in a row."

"Weren't they tied? Can Senior Farley go up and fight again?"

"She's already gone to the school clinic..."

The Slytherin students whispered among themselves, feeling sorry for Gemma Farley.

"Who else could possibly achieve a six-game winning streak? That Diggory is such an eyesore!" The little snakes began searching for potential targets among the players in the academy who had not yet played—they didn't want Cedric to enjoy the honor of "runner-up" all to himself.

"Rice Lint?" Someone noticed Rice, who was quietly observing the situation.

"That guy whose test score was only a few points lower than Daphne's?"

"right."

"That's unlikely. Do you think everyone is like that Greengrass?"

"But doesn't Lint often hang out with her at the library? Maybe Daphne taught him a lot of useful spells!"

"hiss……"

Rice heard all the whispers about him behind his back, but he remained as still as a block of wood.

LOL, who would want to go up there? Not to mention Rowena, who can't be sealed, even if Barrow and Helena saw her, it would be embarrassing enough!

The atmosphere at the gathering grew increasingly joyful. Fred and George even went up together for an exhibition match, showing off all the prank toys they had invented and getting thoroughly defeated.

The Duel Club gathering came to a close in a joyful atmosphere.

"Miss Greengrass, your grand prize will be sent to you later," Professor Flitwick reminded Daphne in a sharp voice.

After the assembly ended, the students left the auditorium and headed to their respective college's common room.

Rice was a little late, because he ran to the dueling platform and dug up a lot of the dirt used to build it. By the time he left the auditorium, satisfied, there were hardly any people left.

"Rice." After leaving the auditorium, Daphne emerged from the shadows and called out to Rice. Astoria followed behind her, seemingly also wanting to speak with Rice.

"Is there something you need?" Rice turned around and looked at Daphne. "It's late, it's time to go to bed."

"Duel with me!" Daphne drew her wand, staring at Rice, and said, "I know you're strong... please show me just how big the gap is between us!"

Rice responded with a smile to Daphne's request.

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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