Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 157 Carol

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Most people in the stands only saw Percy defeat his opponent easily, but they had no idea how complicated Percy's operation just now was.

First of all, you can't hear the spell he recites. Others can't hear the spell you recite, so naturally they don't know what spell you are casting. This little trick is not difficult, as long as you practice for a period of time, you can do it.

This was not what surprised Mike the most.

In Mike's eyes, casting a spell is like shooting a gun, and the cast spell has its own trajectory just like a bullet shot from a gun. But the spell cast by Percy has no trajectory at all, as if it has hit the target the moment it is cast.

Mike guessed correctly that this should be a special spellcasting technique.

Now Mike is certain that Percy is the heir of Slytherin. The spellcasting technique that can make a spell lose its track is not something Percy can obtain at all.

"Mike, Mike! Stop being in a daze, Carol's game has started!" Just when Mike was lost in thought, Franklin suddenly said excitedly.

Mike, who was startled, gave Franklin an unpleasant look.

Why has Franklin become so tactless now? Can't he see that I am thinking about something?

Although thinking so in his mind, Mike said nothing and looked at the arena below with an expressionless face.

Before I knew it, the Head Girl of Hogwarts had gotten into a fight with her rival, a Gryffindor student.

I saw spells flashing with dazzling light one after another, and under the stirring of magic power, the entire duel arena was filled with various colors of magical light.

“Hoo~Hoo”

Carol was panting heavily, and the dull pain in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe.

This was the injury caused by his opponents in the previous rounds, and a mere week was not enough to heal this internal injury.

Thinking of this, Carol unconsciously glanced at the hanging attic.

'Damn you Lockhart! What kind of lousy rules are you setting?'

Just as she was cursing Lockhart in her heart, a bright red spell shot at her while she was in a daze.

Carol's attention was attracted by the hanging attic and she had no time to dodge. She could only watch it hit her.

The red light collided with the armor and exploded into fine light powder that gradually dissipated, but several cracks also appeared on Carol's armor protection spell.

Carol was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat. She clenched her teeth, stared fiercely at the Gryffindor player opposite her, raised her hand and shot out a ray of energy to shatter him into pieces in retaliation.

However, it was in vain. The Gryffindor player on the other side didn't even move his feet. He flicked his wand with magic power and knocked away the spell flying towards him. That was not the end. After knocking away Carol's Bone-Crushing Curse, he seemed to feel that he had won the game. He even showed a mocking smile to Carol in front of him.

Carol's teeth were almost broken when she saw this, but she could do nothing.

Although she is the female student union president of Hogwarts, her strength can only be considered first-class among the seventh-year students of Hogwarts. After all, in addition to strength, the student union president needs management and social skills.

The Gryffindor player opposite her was also a seventh-year student, and was the kind of outstanding student who had the best chance of being recruited into the Auror Corps. This kind of combat-oriented top student was not a nerd with only theoretical knowledge, and his actual combat experience was no worse than that of the ordinary band members and strikers of the Ministry of Magic.

If the opponent's injuries were not more serious than mine, I might have already lost. The Gryffindor player on the other side felt extremely happy when he saw Carol's expression of being angry to the point of exploding but unable to do anything to him. Driven by this emotion, he felt that the wounds on his body that had not yet healed did not hurt much.

With a right step, he nimbly dodged the disarming spell that Carol shot with hatred. The Gryffindor player's face gradually became serious and he decided to end the game.

"The flames are blazing!"

A ball of fire emitting terrifying heat appeared at the tip of his staff. This was a variation of the fire spell that he painstakingly researched, inspired by Mike. Although this fireball was far inferior to Mike's in terms of flexibility, it was much more powerful than Mike's.

He believed that even if the fireball did not directly hit Carol on the opposite side, the shock wave and high temperature caused by the fireball explosion would allow him to win the game.

Carol looked at the huge fireball in despair and murmured:
"Am I going to lose? Am I... still inferior to that person after all?"

Gradually, the cheers from the surrounding audience and Lockhart's annoying commentary all disappeared. The terrifying heat emitted by the huge fireball distorted the air around it, making it seem as if it was constantly twisting and changing, a little unreal.

Carol didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the fireball that was hitting her slowly turned into a smiling face, a mocking smile of Mike.

It was as if Mike was mocking her.

As if stimulated by something, Carol shouted at the fireball in front of her at the top of her lungs:
"I won't accept this! Why? Why am I not the one chosen as the seed player for Ravenclaw? I am obviously the student with the highest status in all of Ravenclaw.

Why does Professor Flitwick always favor you? I was his favorite student before this!
Why?! Obviously...I was here first!

I want to prove to everyone! I! Carol Mossen! Am no worse than you Mike! "

A huge fireball came slowly, carrying with it a hurricane. The wind arrived before the ball.

Penelope stood in the strong wind with a resolute expression, her long hair fluttering behind her, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield. The hearts of the people in the stands were tightened, and they stared at the woman who was facing the huge fireball with their mouths wide open.

Finally, Carol moved.

It's not about turning around and running away, nor is it about raising your hands in surrender.

Instead, he rushed towards the huge fireball!

"Are you crazy!" the Gryffindor boy roared.

He couldn't understand why Carol wanted to win so much. This wasn't a life-and-death battle, it was just a game.

The fireball as big as the sun finally fell to the ground, and the endless flames completely engulfed Carol.

"boom!"

A moment later, a loud explosion was heard by everyone, and everyone in the venue stood up and looked towards the duel arena below.

Gradually, the thick smoke caused by the explosion dissipated, and the place where Carol had stood was replaced by a huge pit, but Carol was nowhere to be seen.

The circular duel arena fell into an eerie silence. Everyone was looking for Carol, and many pessimistic girls had already burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)