Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 337 The Next Match Will Definitely Be a Loss
Professor Flitwick had also been keeping a close eye on Moon's movements.

When he saw Moon's signature move, he couldn't help but nod and smile.

Use your left hand to cast a spell.

Professor Flitwick only learned of this skill a month before Moon left the school.

Use this skill as a trump card in the competition.

It has indeed far exceeded the expectations he initially set for Moon.

However, upon hearing Anos Finkley's question, Professor Flitwick still couldn't bear to look over.

"Of course, Mr. Finkley, how could one cast spells so skillfully with both hands if one's theoretical knowledge were not good enough?"

Professor Flitwick was telling the truth.

However, Anos Finkley felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

No sooner had Professor Flitwick finished speaking than Moon had already cast eight Disarming Spells with his left hand.

There are only 5 seconds left.

"Don't worry, Mr. Finkley. Look how much mental and physical energy Moon has expended. He'll definitely lose the next match."

After casting the final spell, Moon had exhausted all his strength.

Upon hearing Flitwick's words, Anos Finkley also keenly noticed this scene.

Although Moon's casting of the spell with his left hand exceeded his expectations.

However, as the number of spells cast increased, this had long since exceeded the young wizard's limits.

The next match will be a test of the curse's power.

The mental and physical energy are depleted in this way.

The result of that game will definitely be much worse.

Whether they can even meet the basic requirements of the competition is unknown.

"That's right, that's right, there will be other opportunities later."

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

At this moment, the referee announced Moon's final score.

"27 valid hits!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Scarlett for once again taking first place in the second round."

They heard the referee's words fall.

Anos Finkley was still somewhat incredulous.

"27 valid hits, that's more than just first place."

"This has broken the record set by the Finkley family since they started holding the spellcasting competition."

I carefully recalled the family's past competition records.

Anos Finkley's face gradually turned pale.

Looking at Moon, he stood in the arena like a king.

He then turned to look at Professor Frivi next to him.

The professor seemed to have accomplished a plan, and he smiled very happily.

"Oh well, so be it. He'll definitely lose the next match."

"If he fails to meet the basic requirements of the competition, his qualification for advancement will be directly revoked."

There will be a one-hour break after each of the two matches.

The athletes can recover during this period.

However, in everyone's eyes, Moon's exertion was still too great.

Whether he can return to his pre-competition peak level is still unknown.

The moment the referee announced the score.

The fans in the stands cheered for Moon again.

Cedric's voice was the loudest.

"I knew it! Moon would be able to create a miracle!"

The other friends were also very happy.

Only Ron glanced first at the dejected Percy before looking at the exhausted Moon.

"Never mind, we're going to win anyway, good job Moon!"

Meanwhile, Malfoy, in the VIP viewing area across the street, was equally excited.

After hearing the score of 27 valid hits.

He jumped and cheered at first, then tried to remind his parents to come and watch.

However, after glancing at the closed door of the lounge, he decided not to disturb it.

Lucius Malfoy and Borgin Burke are discussing something very private.

However, when the cheers outside rang out again, their eyes were still involuntarily drawn over.

When Bogin Bock saw Moon's score on the field, it was as if he had expected it all along.

He leaned back slightly and rested on the sofa.

"Now you should believe that this little wizard is not simple, right?"

Although Bokin Burke said this, he still looked at Moon with some surprise in his eyes.

"What's so special about that? It's just casting spells with your left hand. Any normal person can master it with a few months of practice."

Lucius Malfoy was still somewhat puzzled.

He didn't know why this famous dark wizard in front of him...

Once inside, you should carefully observe Moon Scarlett.

But what is there to observe about such a young wizard?

Lucius couldn't understand it at all.

“You’re right, Mr. Malfoy, but you should know whose specialty it is to cast spells with the left hand.”

"Severus, huh?"

Lucius Malfoy recalled for a moment, then looked curiously at Borgin Burke.

Is there a problem with this?

"The problem is much bigger than you think."

Bokin Bock smiled and shook his head.

Although Lucius spoke very casually, he knew very well.

Every wizard can indeed practice casting spells with their left hand.

But this is definitely not something everyone can stick to.

After all, as long as the wizard isn't left-handed.

No one wants to use such an awkward way to cast a spell.

Not only is it troublesome, but it also doesn't yield the same results as the right hand in the same amount of time.

Many people believe that it is completely a losing proposition.

In their memory, only a young Snape would practice something so boring.

But consider the current identity of this potions professor.

Bokin Burke's expression gradually turned cold.

"Mr. Malfoy, do you think Professor Snape mastered this skill when he was 12 years old?" "Well, most likely not."

Lucius Malfoy suddenly realized.

Think about what Snape went through at school when he was young.

This 12-year-old snake is probably trying to figure out how to deal with the pranksters.

The ability to cast spells with his left hand was something Snape likely mastered after his seventh year.

"Not only that, Mr. Malfoy, think about that little lion outside just now. Wasn't it very skilled at casting spells with its left hand?"

"Do you think he might cast a spell with both hands at the same time?"

He is the owner of the largest dark magic shop in Knockout Alley.

Borgin Burke's insights far surpassed those of Lucius Malfoy, who lived in high society.

He had seen many dark wizards who habitually carried a magic wand on their person.

Using your left hand to cast spells in a crisis is a great trump card.

The way Moon had just used reminded him of those dark wizards.

Moreover, according to his observation, Moon cast the spell the instant he switched hands.

He is more skilled than those dark wizards.

But those dark wizards all honed this skill through countless life-or-death crises.

But what makes this little lion in the arena so special?

Listen to Bogin Burke's analysis.

Lucius's expression grew increasingly grim as he looked at Moon.

A little lion who far surpasses Snape.

What would such a wizard be like when he grows up?
Could I possibly surpass that person?

Thinking of how terrible that person was, Lucius hurriedly shook his head.

"Well, I must say you have a good eye, but even if Moon Scarlett is exceptionally talented, what can you do? You're not going to go to Hogwarts and kill him, are you?"

"No no no!"

Hearing Lucius Malfoy's question.

Bokin Burke hurriedly waved his hand.

“I don’t have that kind of courage. Not to mention that there’s always a werewolf guarding his shop, he also has a lot of protective gear on him.”

"So hurting this little lion is not as simple as you think."

Lucius became even more confused after hearing Bokin Burke's explanation.

"So what do you want to do? You can't just be here to remind me that this little lion is excellent, can you?"

"of course not."

Bokin Burke said, glancing around at the decorations in the lounge.

After confirming that there was no spying magic, he pulled a letter out from inside his clothes.

"This is a letter that my master sent through someone this year. He hopes that you will do as it says in the letter."

"Master!?"

Hearing this name that I haven't uttered for many years.

Lucius was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

But looking at the familiar skull and snake pattern on the envelope, and Bogin Burke's threatening gaze...

He swallowed nervously and took the letter.
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The athletes' rest area.

Moon was the last to finish.

When he returned, he noticed that everyone looked at him differently.

Before the match, no one considered Moon a rival.

So after the first competition, Moon proved his qualifications.

However, many people still believe that Moon's first result was somewhat lucky.

The results of the second event completely exceeded the expectations of these contestants.

Especially unexpected is the spellcasting with the left hand.

Although they had heard of such incantations from other people.

However, few people can persevere in practicing spellcasting with their awkward left hand.

These contestants felt that this method of casting spells did not help them at all, but instead wasted a lot of time.

However, Moon's performance today has completely changed their minds.

"I have to admit, I underestimated you a bit."

Before the match, Durmstrang, the wizard who lost the bet because of Moon, came over.

"Now you are qualified to be my true opponent."

Hearing the other party's confident tone, Moon was also somewhat surprised.

"Okay, thank you."

"No, you."

Upon hearing Moon's answer, Fergus Krum felt a lump in his throat.

"Sigh~, never mind, I won't hold it against you. Anyway, you won't be so lucky in the next game."

Fergus Krum snorted and went to rest next to his companion.

At this moment, Fleur Delacour, who was sitting not far away, also changed her gaze towards Moon.

What started as observing the children's care gradually turned into scrutiny.

Now, however, there is a greater sense of caution.

"Are you sure you can still do it? The next game won't be easy."

Mu En's face looked rather pale.

Furong came over and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, my recovery ability is better than that of the average person."

Hearing Moon's confident answer...

Furong shook her head helplessly.

Sigh, kids will always be kids. They don't even know their own limits; they're just too busy showing off.

Consider the upcoming matches and the fact that other players still have energy to spare.

Furong suddenly felt that Moon didn't seem to be playing a game.

This is a completely reckless way of playing.

But this method can only last until level 2.

While Moon was resting, Professor Flitwick also went into the rest area.

Seeing how tired Moon looked, he was also a little worried.

"How's it going? How's the next match going?"

"Don't worry, Professor, haven't you already witnessed my regenerative abilities?"

"Okay, I hope you can maintain your performance."

“However, I have already told the Finkley family that you will definitely lose the next match.”

(End of this chapter)