Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

The effect of the spell disappeared, Ethan flipped over in the air and landed steadily on the ground. He tidied his clothes and looked at Cassandra who was slumped on the ground not far away.

"Damn it." Cassandra quickly cast a universal breaking spell on herself, "Stop the curse!"

The weakness in her legs disappeared, and Cassandra struggled to get up. She pointed her wand at Ethan, with an aggrieved expression on her face as if she had been insulted. "Why didn't you continue chasing me when I was powerless to fight back?"

"Didn't you not pursue me when I was hit just now?" Ethan smiled softly and said, "Since Miss Cassandra wants to fight me one move at a time, then I will accompany you."

"Hmph, I was just testing your strength just now. Now that I know you have a certain level of strength, I can let go and attack you with all my strength!" Cassandra continued to be stubborn.

After all, it would be better for her to really die than to let her admit that she really couldn't bear to kill her.

"It turns out that Miss Cassandra, you really were showing mercy just now!" Ethan made an inappropriate complaint.

“None of your business!” Cassandra gritted her teeth and growled, “Lumos Maxima!”

Cassandra's wand emitted a bright light, and the entire trophy display room was instantly illuminated as bright as day.

Ethan subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, blocking the flash bombs fired by the opposite side, while also obscuring his own vision.

good chance!

Cassandra took advantage of the split second when Ethan lost his vision and pointed her wand at Ethan's leg.

"Tarantallegra!"

Chapter 97 You don’t want other students to see you like this, right?

Tarantella, dance spell, evil spell. The effect is to make the target's legs twitch uncontrollably and rapidly, making it look like a fast tap dance.

For details, please refer to the scene in Canova Cats where Tom makes Jerry dance on a plate.

And this is Ethan's current state.

Cassandra looked at Ethan, whose legs were jumping uncontrollably, and covered her mouth with her hands, laughing so hard that her body shook.

This was indeed very interesting, and she decided not to rush into it, but to play with the person in front of her for a while longer.

Anyway, under my serious attack, the opponent has no power to fight back, right?

It’s a pity that I didn’t bring a camera with me tonight, otherwise if I took a picture of this scene and brought it back to show Alana, she would definitely laugh happily.

Ethan looked at Miss Cassandra, who was smiling without any image, with a constipated look on his face, and curled his lips helplessly.

Is it really that funny?

"The curse stops immediately."

Ethan's legs stopped, his eyes turned slightly, revealing a wicked smile, and he released the same spell at Cassandra who had just come to her senses.

"Tarantella."

Miss Cassandra's legs began to tap dance uncontrollably, and the contrast with her expression of "Gusha" that she could not bear the humiliation at the moment was very funny.

Well, this is really funny.

"By the way, Miss Cassandra." Ethan crossed his arms and looked at Cassandra who was still tap dancing. "The spell you used just now, the 'Lumen Flash', is actually not the most effective. Let me show you how to use a flash bomb."

Ethan stretched out his wand and pointed it forward gently: "Bright as day."

The entire trophy display room was instantly enveloped by white light that was nine or even ten times more dazzling than before.

Before the light faded, Ethan pointed his wand forward again.

"Collapsed."

A dull thud was heard in the light. Cassandra had fallen to the ground, lying in a Yamcha position. She had successfully fallen into a coma under the effect of the sleeping spell, and her feet were still twitching due to the effect of the dance spell.

Ethan walked over slowly, squatted down, looked at Cassandra who was sleeping soundly, and removed the spell on her legs.

"The curse stops immediately."

Cassandra's twitching legs quieted.

Ethan squatted down and stared at Cassandra's smiling face as she slept. He couldn't help but stretch out his wand and poke her face.

She's quite cute when she's asleep, I wish she could be this peaceful when she's awake.

When I cast the spell just now, I deliberately controlled the power. I tried to keep the intensity of the Stunning Spell just enough to make someone faint, otherwise Cassandra would be knocked away. I didn't use the Illuminating Spell at full power either. The brightness was not even as strong as the one I cast when Hogsmeade's mana was at its lowest. It shouldn't hurt the young lady's eyes...right?

Cassandra's brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times because of the discomfort of being poked by the wand. She turned over on the ground, changed direction, and fell into sleep again.

Ethan burst out laughing, regretting that he didn't bring a camera with him tonight. If he took a picture of her face and showed it to her after she woke up, I'm sure her expression would be very interesting.

Well, forget about threatening with photos.

Well, the winner has been decided, and it’s time to wake up this young lady.

"Hey, Cassandra, it's time to wake up." Ethan shook Cassandra's body gently, but this slight shake only made Cassandra twist her body in dissatisfaction, and she had no intention of waking up.

"Cassandra! Cassandra Wally! Little golden retriever! Little tsundere!" Ethan continued to try to wake Cassandra up, but no matter what words he used, it had little effect. The little golden-haired tsundere who was sleeping soundly showed no signs of opening her eyes.

"Oh." Ethan straightened up and sighed, with his hands on his hips, looking helplessly at Cassandra who had changed her position and was lying on her back.

I really don't know how she usually gets up.

But people always come up with solutions. Ethan scratched his chin, and an unethical but effective idea instantly formed in his mind.

Ethan squatted down again, holding the wand in one hand in front of his chest and pointing it at Cassandra.

There was no need to even utter a spell. With just a thought, a thin stream of water shot out from the tip of the staff and sprayed onto Cassandra's face.

Cassandra woke up instantly under the stimulation of the coolness. She supported herself on the ground with one hand and wiped the water stains on her face with the other hand, looking confused.

Who am I? Where am I? What should I do? Why is my face wet?

"Hey, you're awake." Ethan tried his best to make his smile sound less evil. "The operation was successful. You're already a cute boy."

Cassandra looked at Ethan who was right in front of her, then looked at the water stains on her hands. The expression on her face quickly changed from confusion to fear. She covered her chest tightly with her hands, pushed the ground with her feet and took a few steps back, her body trembling slightly.

"You...what did you do to me while I was unconscious?"

Tears quickly welled up in Cassandra's eyes, and she looked like a chaste and virtuous woman who would rather die than surrender.

"Wake up." Ethan rolled his eyes. "No matter how crazy I am, I will never attack an underage girl."

"Oh, I don't think so." Cassandra quickly checked her body, and after making sure that she was not harmed by this or that, she breathed a sigh of relief, and resumed her image of the proud young lady, sneering at Ethan.

"Didn't you attack Alanna, an underage girl?"

"I swear to God, I really didn't do anything." Ethan stood up and gave a French salute. "You may not believe it, but she stuck here on her own."

Well, I just helped her vent her anger, I didn’t do anything else.

"Do you think I will believe your lies?" Cassandra also stood up, crossed her arms and began to attack Ethan, "If you didn't do anything, would Alanna be so devoted to you? You have only known each other for less than a week, right?"

"It would be great if I really had that ability." Ethan chuckled.

It's so funny. If I could really make a soft girl fall in love with me in just one week, would I have been a soloist before traveling through time?

What? You asked me why I understand girls' psychology so well even though I have never been in a relationship?

Don’t you know any relationship gurus who have been single but are very knowledgeable about relationship issues?

It’s not like I don’t know anything, it’s just that I have never been in a relationship so I can’t give full play to my abilities.

No, why does it feel a little sad when I think about it?

"Okay, let's not talk about this sad thing anymore." Ethan quickly became melancholy, silently shedding a handful of bitter tears for himself in his heart, "I think I won this wizard duel, right?"

Chapter 98: Grab the Gulas·Grab the Gulas (Additional Update)

Cassandra naturally had no idea what was going on in Ethan's mind. She looked at Ethan, who was beginning to become listless for some reason, and curled her lips.

I'm obviously the loser, so why does this guy look so reluctant?

Did he think it was embarrassing to beat me? Was my strength really that bad?

"Well, you win this time." Cassandra hugged her chest and squeezed out the words reluctantly through her teeth.

Now that the matter has been settled, it would be a loss of dignity for me to continue to dwell on the means of duel.

But only this time.

Cassandra pointed at Ethan again and said sternly, "But don't think that I am only this capable. I am just limited by the types of spells. I will definitely use more powerful spells to defeat you in the next duel!"

"Huh, there will be a next time?" Ethan opened his mouth wide, looking incredulous.

Doesn’t this young lady realize the difference in strength between her and me?

I was indeed too lenient. If I had known, I wouldn't have played with her for so long. I should have just used the Bright as Day + Defeat Your Weapons + Stun Her to take her down from the beginning.

"Yes, when you have enough knowledge about the Dark Curse, I will challenge you to a wizard duel again. By then, there will be no restrictions on the use of poison spells and curses, and I will not lose." Cassandra looked proud. "Why, you don't dare anymore? Or is your victory today just luck? In fact, you don't know your own strength?"

"..." Ethan looked constipated. "Ms. Cassandra, how about we have another fight now? You can use any kind of dark spells in this duel without worrying about my feelings. How about that?"

"What are you thinking about?" Cassandra rolled her eyes at Ethan. "We're not in good shape right now, especially you. You've cast so many powerful spells in succession and used up so much magic power. I'm sure you're exhausted now, right? Let's talk about it after you recover. I can wait."

Ethan silently felt the surging magic power in his body and his extremely nervous state.

Hmm... it seemed like those just now didn't take much magic energy, probably... less than one percent?

But since Cassandra, this proud girl, is willing to think so much about me, I will accept her kindness.

"Thank you, Miss Cassandra." Ethan nodded, "I'm looking forward to the next duel."

What kind of wicked moves will be used in the next duel? I am looking forward to it.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it too. You're an exciting opponent for me." Cassandra rarely gave Ethan a non-hostile smile. "That's all for today. I'm going back now."

"I'll take you there." Ethan was polite out of habit.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something grabbing his wrist.

Cassandra dragged Ethan to a row of display cabinets and squatted down. She made a hushing gesture to Ethan and pointed seriously at one of the doors of the trophy display room.

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the creaking sound was quite harsh in the quiet environment. Several small black shadows sneaked in one after another, looking for something in the dim light.

Cassandra looked at the suspicious figures warily, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw in the dim light that they were not Filch or the professor. She wanted to wipe the sweat off her face, but found that her hand was still tightly holding Ethan's wrist.

Cassandra's face quickly flushed, barely noticeable in the moonlight. She shook Ethan's wrist away in embarrassment and wiped her palm with a look of disgust.

Ethan smiled helplessly, stood up slowly from behind the display case, and walked straight towards the shadows.

"Harry, Ron, come out."

A beam of light floated out from the tip of Ethan's wand, flew to the dark shadows, and illuminated their faces.

"Ethan?" Harry's surprised face seemed a little distorted under the light of the point light. "Why are you here?"

"Like you, I am also here to duel," Ethan pointed at Cassandra, who was leaning against the display cabinet with half of her face exposed, "and Miss Cassandra from Slytherin."

Seeing this, Cassandra reluctantly came out from behind the cabinet, holding her chest and looking stern: "What are you first-year students doing here at night instead of staying in the common room? If you get caught, you will be deducted points!"

"Didn't you run out of the common room instead of staying there?" Ron muttered.

"What?" Cassandra suddenly raised her voice, anger rising.

"It's okay. The kid is just talking nonsense. Don't take it personally." Ethan laughed quickly and pinched Ron's butt subtly.

Ron felt a sudden pain, and his whole face became extremely aggrieved.

"Look, he has realized his mistake, so just forgive him." Ethan looked at Cassandra sincerely and excused Ron.

"...Okay, now that you said so." Cassandra curled her lips.

"Thank you Miss Cassandra for your generosity." Ethan nodded with an apologetic smile, then turned to Ron and asked, "I know you're here to duel with Harry, but..."

Ethan stretched his head and looked at Hermione who was looking depressed at the back: "Hermione, what are you doing here?"

Hermione twisted her lips and snorted, unwilling to speak.

"Let me tell you," Harry began to explain. "We were about to go out for the duel and we ran into Hermione in the common room..."

Not long ago, in the Gryffindor common room.

"You did it anyway, Harry, Ron."

With a sigh, Hermione turned on a light in the common room, shining the light on Harry and Ron as they came down the spiral staircase.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Ron said angrily. "Go back to bed!"

"No, you can't go!" Hermione retorted rudely, "Are you forcing me to tell Percy? He's the prefect and will stop this."

Hermione looked at Ron again: "Even if you were his brother, he wouldn't let you go for it."

"None of your concern. We're leaving." Ron snorted, and he and Harry crawled through the portrait passage, pushed open the Fat Lady's portrait frame, and came to the corridor outside.