The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Scott ignored the incoming Shattering Curse and raised his wand into the air.

"Flocks of birds!"

With a "caw caw," a flock of black crows flew out from the tip of the wand and circled around him.

Scott has not taken any action yet.

Now, his battles with his peers are no longer in doubt; he will definitely give his opponents a chance to prove themselves.

After all, Higgs was a rare, polite Slytherin.

"Crushed to pieces!"

A crisp, shattering sound, like glass breaking, rang out.

At this moment, Scott's armor spell had been shattered by a series of crushing spells and vanished without a trace.

"Petrify them all!"

Higgs' attack came again.

The flock of crows surrounded Scott almost completely.

A crow flew out on its own initiative, blocking the petrification spell, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Scott's counterattack began.

"A barrage of bullets (Oppugno)!"

A group of crows that had been surrounding Scott flew toward Higgs at incredible speed, like black arrows.

Higgs's expression changed, but he still reacted in time.

"Freeze everyone!"

An icy blue light enveloped the swiftly flying crows, freezing them in mid-air as if they were encased in ice, before they fell to the ground.

Chapter 219 Scott wins, observes

Higgs dealt correctly with the first flock of crows that took flight.

"A salvo of ten thousand bullets!"

But Scott did not stop, for a second flock of crows, flying like arrows, had already arrived in front of him.

Higgs didn't seem to know how to use the Ironclad Charm, so he could only flee in a sorry state.

Scott then waved his wand again.

"Grow bigger quickly."

Just as Higgs brushed past the flock of crows, the crow closest to him suddenly grew larger and collided with him.

Higgs was knocked down onto the lawn.

"All of them will be petrified."

Scott's petrification curse followed immediately.

Higgs' body stiffened instantly, only his eyes continued to move.

"Wait a moment, I will break the curse for you."

Scott walked forward.

He casually waved his wand, and all the summoned crows took flight and scattered in all directions.

Scott walked up to Higgs.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

A golden light shot from the tip of Scott's wand into Higgs' body.

His body, which had been as stiff as stone, quickly recovered.

Scott reached out and helped him up.

“Thank you, Trollope,” Higgs said sincerely.

Scott shook his head. "No need, it's nothing."

Higgs quickly added, "No, I mean..."

“You’re welcome,” Scott said with a smile, shaking his head again.

He knew what Higgs meant.

Higgs wanted to thank Scott for giving him the opportunity to perform in the duel.

After all, his initial performance in breaking through the Ironclad Curse already demonstrated his skill level.

But Scott didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

As I said before, it's rare to encounter a polite Slytherin.

Although they are not friends, they are at least not enemies.

Higgs was at least sincere when dealing with Scott, a Muggle-born wizard.

Unlike those students brainwashed by pure-blood ideology, even though they temporarily shut their mouths due to Scott's strength, their inexplicable sense of superiority could never be hidden.

Scott was willing to befriend Slytherin students like Higgs, who knew they might come in handy someday?

Given that the two were not familiar with each other, Scott did not say much to Higgs.

He simply waved his hand and walked off the court.

When Scott arrived at the sidelines, Milton was already standing there. Scott walked over to him and turned to look at the field.

At this point, some students had already finished their battles, while others were still undecided.

"How did it go?" Scott asked Milton. "Did you win?"

Milton nodded, his eyes shining. "We won. Jordan wasn't very familiar with the game."

Scott asked, "He didn't attend the previous dueling club?"

Milton shook his head. "I rarely see him."

Scott glanced at Lee Jordan and George, who were standing on the other side.

"Are you alright, Kayla?" he asked Kayla, who was sitting on the grass, looking somewhat disheveled.

Kayla said dejectedly, "I'm fine, I just lost too quickly. I'm sure I'll only get a low score on this exam."

"Don't worry, this is just one part of the exam for a subject, and it doesn't account for a large percentage of the total score."

Scott offered her a word of comfort, then looked at the battle between Roger and Fred on the field.

Judging from their past performances, Roger and Fred are evenly matched, and the two will likely remain locked in a stalemate for some time.

Their fighting styles are also different.

Roger specialized in spells, while Fred had a wider range of methods and also used some transfiguration spells.

The two players played different roles in Quidditch, which resulted in differences in their strengths.

As a Chaser, Roger's accuracy in casting spells is even greater.

Fred, as a batter, has a more precise grasp of timing.

Of course, they also share the same advantages.

Both of them had plenty of energy and were quick to react.

Although the two were constantly casting spells at each other, their spells all struck the empty ground.

Suddenly, Fred took off his robe and threw it on the ground, then transformed the robe into a wild boar.

This action elicited laughter from the spectators both inside and outside the stadium.

Because that wild boar was really tiny, not even as tall as Fred's knee.

There's nothing we can do about it. If a wizard's skill in transfiguration isn't high enough, it's difficult for them to transform small objects into large animals.

Scott couldn't do that either.

He could have exchanged the shoes for a small boat, but that's because a boat is an inanimate object.

Right now, it's already quite remarkable that Fred can transform a thin robe into a wild boar that's almost as tall as his calves.

And Fred is clearly not the kind of guy who would do something pointless.

The appearance of this miniature wild boar did indeed cause Roger a lot of trouble.

Unlike Scott's fighting style, Fred did not use precise control over the boar.

That miniature wild boar only charges back and forth in a straight line on the field; he only needs to be distracted and controlled when it turns around.

While such an action is easy to evade, it would inevitably distract Roger.

He tried to destroy the boar with a spell, but because the boar was small and fast, he failed to hit it several times.

While the boar slows down when it turns around, Fred will focus his defense on it during this time.

With the boar's charge interfering with his actions, Fred was able to fight much more easily.

Milton said with some concern, "If Roger can't hit that boar, he'll lose to Fred."

Scott chuckled. "Not so easy. Don't forget what Roger's most powerful spell is."

“Oh…” Milton’s eyes lit up. “Hopefully Roger can remember it himself.”

In fact, Roger was well aware of his advantages. Although he seemed a bit flustered at the moment, he was actually plotting something wicked.

Just as the miniature boar charged straight at him from behind, a red light also flew out of Fred's wand in front of him.

Roger quickly moved his feet, letting the wild boar and the red light brush past him.

At the same time, his wand pointed to the ground.

"Glisseo!"

In an instant, the grass in front of the miniature wild boar intertwined, forming an exceptionally smooth straight path.

Yes, for some reason, this was Roger's most powerful spell.