Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 336 Professor, I need an explanation
Regardless of what others think.

Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned.

In the eyes of many people.

Moon was merely a student whom Professor Flitwick had brought to broaden his horizons.

Then, at the urging of all the audience members.

The three judges quickly revealed their scorecards.

"10 points, 10 points, 9 points! Congratulations to Moon Scarlett, the highest scorer in this round, for successfully advancing to the next round!"

"This should be the highest score, right?"

Harry, watching from the stands in the distance, had no idea what was going on with the match.

Seeing such a high score, my mouth involuntarily gaped open.

"It's the highest, and the highest first-round score in nearly 30 years."

Hermione let out a silent scream.

I've been collecting information about spellcasting competitions for some time now.

Therefore, she was very clear about the scoring situation in previous competitions.

However, she only had nearly 30 years of competition data at her disposal.

But for Moon's achievements, they certainly far surpass those of previous years.

"Perhaps it was the highest score 50 or 100 years ago."

Sitting behind them, Cedric was clenching his fists and shouting excitedly.

"Well done, Moon!"

Qiu Zhang, who was sitting next to him, was also a little excited.

Cedric had invited her to watch the game, but Cho Chang hadn't taken it seriously.

On the way here, Cedric kept praising Moon for being incredibly capable.

But she never thought that a 12-year-old boy could have any remarkable achievements.

However, Qiu Zhang nodded unconsciously at Moon's score.

"It's unbelievable that the other senior students are no match for Mr. Scarlett."

Among the Hogwarts students who came to participate in the competition, two were from Ravenclaw.

One of them is said to have a pretty good relationship with Percy Weasley.

Ron was actually very excited to see such results.

However, amidst his excitement, he was still somewhat curious.

"How could Moon possibly surpass Percy?"

At home, Ron really disliked his arrogant older brother.

But Percy's academic performance in school was enough to justify his personality.

It is precisely because of this.

The other family members wouldn't care too much about Percy's personality.

"Has Moon surpassed Percy in his studies?"

Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron, also heard Ron's mutterings.

She should be the most familiar with this issue.

When Moon first enrolled, he hadn't even mastered all the English words.

But it was at this time that Hermione witnessed Moon's terrifying learning ability.

If other people read books, it's to learn the knowledge from the books.

For Moon, that meant he was simply copying knowledge.

And it's 1:1.

Not bad at all!

Even later, Moon was able to optimize and improve upon the knowledge he had copied.

Anyone who can take this step needs a solid foundation of knowledge.

And this foundation is present among the students of Hogwarts.

No one could have hammered it more firmly than Moon!

At this moment, Malfoy, who was sitting in the VIP viewing area opposite, was also extremely excited.

He had to beg his parents to bring him to the spellcasting competition today.

Besides wanting to cheer on Moon,

He also wanted to prove to his parents that his new friend was very capable.

Seeing Moon effortlessly defeat everyone else and take first place.

Malfoy became even more certain of his own thoughts.

"So, Dad, are you happy with my new friend?"

Lucius Malfoy, standing to the side, was frowning as he looked at the players in the arena.

To be honest, Moon's performance just now really exceeded his expectations.

But thinking about the identity of this little wizard, Lucius became somewhat irritated.

"Actually, as long as you read more books, you can achieve the same results. It's not a big deal."

Lucius gave a casual, dismissive reply, but Draco Malfoy retorted.

"Dad, if reading more books were all it took, shouldn't the top spot go to those who are older?"

Lucius was speechless, choked by his son's words.

"Besides, Moon saved me once in the Forbidden Forest, so you should at least say something nice about him."

"Alright, Draco."

Lucius Malfoy sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

“There’s no need to keep bringing this up, son. We’ll invite him to the manor in a couple of days, and that’ll be the end of it. Don’t take it to heart.”

Think about how your family has been a pure Slytherin family for thousands of years.

I never imagined that my son's generation would be friends with a little lion.

The thought of such a scene made Lucius feel embarrassed.

Malfoy actually disapproved of his father's words.

After all, he didn't believe that a single meal could erase the debt of gratitude for saving his life.

He was about to say something more when he noticed someone approaching.

A burly wizard walked into the Malfoy family's upscale viewing area while the father and son were talking.

"Mr. Borgin Burke, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Lucius immediately went to meet them.

"Of course, there are some old stories I want to tell you, Mr. Malfoy."

Upon hearing the words "old stories," Lucius's expression immediately tensed up.

He first stared intently at Bokin Burke.

He then pointed to the lounge behind him.

"If this is important, we can go inside and discuss it in detail."

"of course."

Bokin Burke responded and then he and Lucius went into the lounge that was specially equipped for the premium viewing area.

Malfoy, meanwhile, stood alone by the fence, cheering on Moon.

The second event in the spellcasting skills competition.

Each contestant is required to use the [Disarming Charm] to hit the target in the arena within one minute.

The more times a player hits the target, the higher their score will be.

The order of the competition will still be based on age.

A metal target, no bigger than a fist, had already been placed at the other end of the arena.

Behind the target stood five adult wizards.

They are all security personnel assigned to prevent the athletes' curses from going off-stage and injuring the audience.

"Except your weapons!"

"Expelliarmus."

The players have gradually adapted to the atmosphere on the field.

His condition gradually returned to normal.

After the first contestant left the stage, a few scattered claps rang out from the audience.

"13 times is not bad."

The three referees sat in their chairs and nodded frequently.

Cast the spell 13 times per minute.

Such results would be considered above average in previous years.

If this player can maintain a consistent performance, they will likely achieve good results in the next two matches as well.

"It seems that being older has some advantages."

The other two referees nodded to each other in discussion.

Only Professor Frivi remained silent.

In fact, for most wizards, the difference in their spellcasting speed is not very large.

In the hands of ordinary wizards.

The Disarming Spell can be fired approximately once every three seconds.

However, if one wants to cast it continuously, it will greatly deplete the wizard's physical and mental strength.

As the number of times it is used increases.

The speed of casting spells will naturally decrease over time.

Eventually, it will become once every 5 seconds, then once every 7 seconds.
For competitors, if they are older...

They will have a significant advantage in both physical and mental strength.

This also ensures that wizards have greater stamina, faster speed, and shorter recovery periods when casting spells.

Based on this situation, Moon was indeed at a disadvantage in the match.

Thinking of this, Anos Finkley secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As the contestants took to the stage one by one.

The number of times the target was hit did not change significantly.

The one who achieved the highest score was a witch from France.

Furong must have mastered some special spellcasting technique, or it might be due to her bloodline.

Her staff-wielding gestures were lighter and quicker, and her control over the output of magic was more precise than others.

Within a minute, Fu Rong hit the target 17 times.

It is currently firmly in first place.

Following him in line was Percy Weasley.

This Gryffindor prefect thought he could easily win first place before the competition.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by his junior in the first round.

His face grew increasingly grim as he saw another witch achieve such a remarkable result.

"do not worry!"

"do not worry."

“That’s 100 Galleons, 100 Galleons.”

Listening to Percy muttering words of encouragement to himself, Moon smiled and shook his head.

It seems Ron really knows his brother.

It turns out that Galleons are more important than grades.

Percy quickly took his place, raised his wand, and uttered the spell.

"Except your weapons!"

"Expelliarmus."

"Eliminate you, weapon!"

As time ran out, Percy uttered the final incantation.

At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and his strength was completely exhausted.

15 valid hits.
He tied for second place with another player from Durmstrang.

Moon was the last one to come out.

He first scanned the targets on the opposite side of the field.

After determining the distance between each target, he raised his hand to cast the spell.

"Except your weapons!"

As the incantations were unleashed one after another.

The benefits of having a solid grasp of basic knowledge also became apparent.

The speed at which the incantation is recited is faster than that of others.

The hand gestures for waving the wand were also more steady.

This indirectly boosted Moon's confidence.

A good mindset helps you avoid making mistakes with your words and allows your hands to coordinate better.

One spell was cast, followed immediately by another.

There will be no pauses in between.

"This speed is clearly faster!"

A referee nodded in praise of Moon.

However, Anos Finkley, standing nearby, shook his head and sighed.

“Being good at theoretical knowledge does not mean that one can surpass others in spirit and physical strength. I don’t have high hopes for him.”

He is a senior judge in a spellcasting competition.

Anos Finkley has seen many similar players.

If you perform exceptionally well in the early stages, you will inevitably falter later on.

If one's mental and physical strength cannot keep up, the effect of the spell will be greatly reduced.

In the latter half, not only may it be impossible to hit the target, but sometimes the spell may not even be cast.

Especially for players like Moon who are very young.

Under these competition rules, they have no advantage whatsoever.

"Just you wait and see. After casting 10 spells, his right hand will slow down drastically due to soreness and pain."

Anos Finkley's analysis is absolutely correct.

In fact, after casting the eighth spell, Moon had already felt his arm become somewhat unnatural.

After the 10th curse, the soreness and pain intensified.

Even Moon's movements underwent slight distortion.

"He can only last two more rounds at most."

Anos Finkley smiled and shook his head.

Only then did he realize that what Professor Frivi had said was true.

This youngest contestant is probably just rich in theoretical knowledge.

At the age of 12, he was able to unleash 14 consecutive [Exterminate Weapons] attacks.

In Anos Finkley's view, such an achievement was already quite remarkable.

Even some graduates might not be able to achieve this level.

"Sigh, this player is still too young."

There were many spectators in the stands, and they all became nervous for Moon.

Some people shook their heads and sighed helplessly.

"That's right, after using so many in a row, your arms must be very sore."

"Yes, especially as you go on, the mental pressure increases."

"Wait! Look, what is he doing?"

"How can this be?"

The audience gasped in surprise.

"You can use your left hand too?"

“Spelling with the left hand will consume more mental energy, but it is indeed the best method.”

After Moon cast 14 Disarming Charms in succession, he immediately switched his wand to his left hand.

Although holding the mantra in my left hand was not smooth.

Its speed is also far slower than the initial speed of the right hand.

However, compared to the right hand at this time, the left hand was already more than twice as fast.

"Well done, Moon, I knew you could do it."

"Go, Moon!"

Cheerful shouts could be heard from the stands from time to time.

However, Moon had no interest in paying attention to this at the moment.

His mental and physical strength are both declining, so he needs to be more focused.

At this moment, Anos Finkley, sitting in the referee's box, gaped in astonishment.

"Professor, didn't you say that he only has a good grasp of theoretical knowledge?"

(End of this chapter)