Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 210 Genius and Mediocrity

Facing Arthur's powerful leap, Mike calmly stretched out his wand and pointed it at the ground diagonally below him. In less than a second, he finished chanting the fire spell.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red ball shot out from the tip of the stick, hit the ground and exploded violently, with large amounts of flames and smoke rising into the sky.

At this time, Arthur's heavy blow also arrived.

Arthur was seen holding high a long sword that was shining with red light, diving into the flames from top to bottom, and colliding head-on with the shock wave and high temperature caused by the explosion of the fireball.

But under the protection of that shield, Arthur continued to chop at Mike's original position with his sword as if nothing had happened.

Arthur's attack was extremely powerful. The red light seemed to carry some kind of extraordinary power. The moment it landed on the ground, the red light exploded violently, shaking the stone floor around the sword into rubble.

However, Arthur, who succeeded in the attack in the flames, frowned.

The sword he just struck missed the target!
At this time, Mike, who was half-squatting on the ground not far away, slowly stood up and used his magical perception ability to observe the scene in the smoke.

In front of him was a nearly broken translucent shield.

As Mike stood up, the cracked shield seemed to have reached its limit and broke into pieces that dissipated into the air.

Mike, who saw the scene in the smoke through his magic perception ability, licked his lips lightly. The power of Arthur's sword just now was far beyond his expectations. If he was hit directly, he would probably be in great danger.

Fortunately, I came up with a response strategy immediately.

Use a low-powered fire spell to blast yourself away.

Thanks to the armor protection spell that was automatically triggered by the Duel Champion Badge, Mike not only escaped the shock wave of the explosion, but also remained unscathed.

“Tsk, just good luck!” Vesemir, who was watching the battle, curled his lips and said, “Arthur can use the same slash like that countless times. Your genius student is bound to lose!”

In the face of Vesemir's ridicule, Professor Flitwick surprisingly did not respond, but just looked at the two people on the field nervously.

Judging from the current situation, it will be difficult for Mike to win.

Although the opponent used melee weapons, his physical fitness far exceeded the limits of the human body. He actually rushed to Mike's side within a few seconds from the 50-meter distance just now. Wizards have always been fragile, and as a long-range fragile who can be easily approached by a melee swordsman, the result is self-evident.

But Mike on the training ground didn't think so at the moment.

Just now he was just relying on the protection of the Duel Champion Badge to test the opponent's ability.

Now that Mike has a certain understanding of Arthur's attack methods and abilities, it is his turn to fight back.

While the smoke was still there and Arthur's vision was slightly obstructed, Mike waved his wand and a deep red spell was suddenly thrown out, piercing straight into the thick smoke.

That’s not all. Mike did not stop casting spells after casting the spell. After brewing for a while, a dark purple fireball the size of a fingernail came out, drew a graceful arc in the air, and pierced into the thick smoke from the other corner.

After doing all this, Mike stepped on his feet and retreated quickly. He put on two layers of armor to protect himself while running, and then turned his head slightly to look at the smoke.

Compared to Mike, Arthur was feeling much worse at the moment.

His pair of golden snake-pupiled eyes did have the ability to see through invisibility, and his vision was much better than that of an ordinary person. But that didn't mean he could see through things, and the thick black smoke around him still affected his vision.

This also resulted in him not noticing Mike's attack immediately.

By the time he noticed it, the crimson spell had already appeared in front of him.

At such a close distance, no matter how abnormal his physical fitness was, he could not completely dodge. He could only slightly adjust his posture and forcefully twist his body to try to avoid the vital parts, because he was not sure whether the Quinn shield on his body could still block this spell. After all, it had been hit by too many skills since it was released.

In fact, his guess was completely correct.

Because this crimson magic wand of Mike's is not an ordinary attack spell, but a combination spell of two crushing spells combined together.

Although this combination is very crude, not to mention one plus one equals three, two is already pretty good. But this is Mike's Crushing Spell. With Mike's current magic level and spellcasting skills, a single Crushing Spell can easily smash the boulder, let alone the two-in-one version.

The moment the red light came into contact with the shield, a small hole was created in the shield and it hit Arthur's shoulder straight, causing a deep and horrific wound on his left shoulder.

And this is even though Arthur's skin has a very strong resistance to this kind of pure magic spell. If it were an ordinary person, even half of him would be blown to pieces.

Arthur inside the shield cried out in pain, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

But before he could react further, Mike's hidden real killer move arrived.

A miniature fireball flew strangely in the air, drew a graceful arc and hit Arthur's back.

In an instant, a large amount of flames that was disproportionate to its size burst out from the tiny fireball, directly enveloping the circular shield around Arthur.

And these flames are different from ordinary flames.

Under the control of Mike's mental power, the flames madly drilled into the gap created by the previous crushing spell, trying to directly attack Arthur in the shield.

All this happened in just a few seconds. In addition, Arthur's attention was focused on the Crushing Curse coming from the front and he didn't pay any attention to the small fireball behind him, so in an instant his whole body was wrapped tightly in flames.

At this moment, the shield that originally protected Arthur from attacks has become his tomb. Under the wrapping of the circular shield, the temperature of the flame inside cannot dissipate at all. In order to ensure that the user is not suffocated, this kind of shield will not isolate the air.

As a result, the flames in the shield became more and more intense, and the temperature became higher and higher.

"what!"

Arthur, who was suddenly hit so hard, instinctively let out a shrill scream, which scared Vesemir who was still mocking Flitwick on the side.

You have to know that Arthur is a child with a strong character. In the past, no matter how hard or tiring the training was, he had never seen Arthur complain, and no matter how seriously injured he was, he never shed a tear.

Now, he actually let out such a scream!

Vesemir, thinking something was wrong, grabbed the short Flitwick beside him and shouted, "No more competition! No more competition! You win! End the game! Something must have happened to Arthur! Save him!" However, Flitwick, who was grabbed by the collar, did not move at all, but just stared at the faint flames in the thick smoke.

Seeing this, Vesemir gritted his teeth and took out his wand. Although he could not cast any powerful magic due to his previous injuries, he was determined to save Arthur even at the risk of his life.

'Arthur is a good boy, he can't die here! He can't die here because of my pitiful selfishness!'

With this in mind, Vesemir stretched out his wand and pointed it towards the smoke.

"Wait a minute."

I don't know when the wand appeared in Professor Flitwick's hand. He just swung it lightly and cast a disarming spell to knock the wand out of Whithermere's hand.

"What do you mean?" Vesemir stared at Flitwick blankly, his eyes burning with anger. But as if he suddenly thought of something, Vesemir's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Flitwick in a pleading tone: "I beg you, save Arthur!

I admit that you win! I am a waste, a maggot that wastes food! So... you should go and save people!"

Professor Flitwick was about to say something when a faint but extremely clear voice suddenly came from the thick smoke in the training ground.

"I'm fine, teacher."

The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing the charred and bumpy ground inside, and Arthur, who was standing in the scorched earth and had been burned beyond recognition.

"Don't be so humble. I respect you. You picked me up and raised me. You are more like my father to me." Arthur said softly, his mouth moving. "I am just an ordinary person without any outstanding talents. But you didn't despise me. You took me by your side, taught me swordsmanship, and gave me strength."

As he said this, Arthur began to cough violently, with large streams of sticky black mucus gushing out of his mouth, until what he coughed out was no longer mucus, but bright red blood, which was shocking to watch.

At this moment, almost all of Arthur's skin was severely burned, especially his right hand holding the silver sword. The metal hilt had melted into his palm.

His left arm was also in bad condition. Mike's crushing spell almost broke his entire arm. Now it was burned by the flames. Although there was no more blood, the exposed bones had been burned to charcoal.

After coughing for a long time, Arthur finally felt better. He dragged the red-hot silver sword step by step towards Mike in the distance. The long sword was dragged on the stone floor, making a harsh friction sound.

In this shocking scene, Arthur spoke again: "So! I will definitely realize your dream! Prove to the world! This world is fair! As long as you work hard, mediocre people can surpass geniuses!"

After saying that, Arthur suddenly quickened his pace and rushed towards Mike.

The burnt wounds on his body continued to crack due to too many movements, revealing the flesh and blood inside. Large streams of blood gushed out, leaving a horrible blood trail along the way as he charged.

Vesemir, who was standing beside him, had already collapsed on the ground, crying.

Mike, who was still on the training ground, sneered.

Can a hard-working mediocre person defeat a genius?
What if geniuses also work just as hard, or even harder than you?

Mike raised his wand and pointed it at Arthur, who was charging at him.

He had used his magic to see clearly the situation in the smoke before, and he could have killed Arthur again the moment Arthur was burned by the flames.

But he didn't do that because it was just a competition.

However, Arthur was so stubborn now, and he would not turn back until he hit the wall. Then Mike didn't need to hold back.

A purple fireball quietly appeared on the tip of Mike's staff and expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the fireball expanded, the temperature in the closed training ground slowly rose. This made Vesemir stop crying and shook Flitwick beside him, begging him to save Arthur.

With Arthur's current physical condition, he couldn't avoid the fireball at all, and being hit by that terrifying fireball would have only one consequence, and that was death!

"Some people are born in the mire but long to reach the legendary civilized capital of Rome one day, but some people are born directly in Rome! Therefore, there is no such thing as fairness in this world." Mike said slowly, holding the magic wand, and the huge fireball on the tip of his wand had been fully charged. "Give up, you are just a useless struggle!"

"Give up? To me, that's just accepting fate. And I will never give in to that shitty fate!"

Arthur, covered in blood, shouted out his motto loudly, and his speed not only did not slow down, but even increased a bit.

Seeing this, Mike no longer hesitated, shook his head and shot out the fireball.

A bathtub-sized purple fireball came flying towards Arthur at an astonishing speed, making a sound of breaking wind.

Flitwick's pupils shrank, and he grabbed the pale-looking Vesemir and shouted, "Lolo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the house-elf Lolo appeared on Arthur's shoulder and hugged Arthur's bloody head.

"Displacement!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of snapping fingers and the sound of spells overlapped, and each man and his family of elves released the Apparition spell almost at the same time, leading Arthur and his apprentice out of the training room.

And in the next moment, the huge purple fireball slammed into the ground.

A strange scene happened. The fireball that came into close contact with the ground did not explode immediately, but suddenly expanded by three points, and then quickly collapsed into a small black dot. A dazzling white light flashed from the origin, and finally burst out with astonishing heat and air waves.

The entire training room was shaking violently. The anti-magic stone slabs on the ceiling kept falling down, some of which even hit Mike below, but were blocked by the armor protection spell.

Mike, who was protected by the Armor Charm, was not afraid of the aftermath. The heat from the explosion hit his body from a distance, but could not hurt him at all. It could only make his wizard robe rustle and also blew up his long blond hair.

Looking at the nearly collapsed training room, Mike turned around and left without caring about the fire that was still raging not far away.

He even closed the door.

(End of this chapter)