Harry Potter Raven's Claw

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

Most people in the stands only saw Percy defeating his opponent easily, but they didn't know how complicated Percy's operation was.

First of all, you can't hear the mantras he chanted, and others can't hear the mantras you chanted, so you naturally don't know what mantras you release. This little trick is not difficult, you can do it after a period of practice.

This is not the case that Mike was most surprised.

The release of the spell is like shooting with a gun in Mike's eyes, and the released spell has its own ballistic trajectory like the bullets fired with a gun. But the spell released by Percy cannot see the trajectory at all, as if it had hit the target in the moment it was released.

What Mike guessed correctly should be a special spell casting technique.

Now Mike can be sure that Percy is Slytherin's heir, and the casting technique that can make the spell lose its trajectory is not something Percy can obtain at all.

"McMc! Stop being idle, Senior Carol's game has begun!" Just as Mike was in deep thought, Franklin suddenly said excitedly.

Mike, who woke up, looked at Franklin with annoyance.

Why is Franklin so eyebrow now? Didn’t you see yourself thinking about something?

Thinking of this in his heart, Mike didn't say anything and looked at the arena below with a blank expression.

At some point, the president of the Hogwarts Schoolgirls' Union had already fought with her opponent, a Gryffindor student.

I saw spells appearing with dazzling lights, and the entire duel are filled with various magical auras under the stimulation of magic power.

“Hu~Hu”

Carloë gasped violently, and the constant dull pain from her chest made her breathing difficult.

This was the injury caused to him by his opponent in the previous rounds, and this internal injury could not be cured in just one week.

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

‘Damn Lockhart! What ragged rules are set?’

Just as she cursed Lockhart in her heart, a bright red curse ejaculated while she was in a daze.

Carlo, who was attracted by the hanging attic, had no time to dodge at all, and could only watch it hit him.

The red light collided with the armor guard and exploded into fine powder. It gradually disappeared, but several cracks appeared on Carol's armor guard spell.

Carlo, who was scared out of cold sweat, gritted his teeth, stared at the Gryffindor player opposite him fiercely, raised his hand and shot a broken bone to fight back.

However, this was useless. The Gryffindor player on the opposite side did not even move his foot. The magic wand was attached to the magic power and gently swung the spell flying towards him. This was not the end. After knocking away Carlo's Bone-breaking Curse, he seemed to feel that he was sure to win, and actually showed a sarcastic smile to Carlo in front of him.

Seeing this, Carol's teeth were almost broken, but he was powerless.

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

The Gryffindor player opposite her was also a seventh-grade student, and he was the kind of excellent student who was most likely to be recruited into the Aurors. This kind of combat top student is not those who only have theoretical knowledge. The opponent's practical experience is no worse than that of ordinary "Le" teams in the Ministry of Magic and the striker.

If the other party hadn't had the injury worse than himself, maybe I would have lost now.

The Gryffindor player opposite felt extremely comfortable when he saw Carol's expression that he was so angry that he was about to explode but could not use him. Driven by this emotion, he felt that the wounds that had not healed on his body did not hurt much.

A right step lightly avoided Carlo's disarming spell with hatred, and the Gryffindor's face gradually became serious. He decided to end the game.

"Black of flames!"

A ball of fireballs emitting terrifying heat appeared at the tip of his staff. This was a flame curse variant inspired by Mike and he studied hard. Although this fireball is far inferior to Mike in terms of flexibility, it is really better than blue in terms of power.

He believed that even if the fireball did not hit Carlo directly on the opposite side, the shock wave and high temperature caused by the fireball explosion could make him win the game.

Carol looked at the huge fireball in despair and murmured:

"Are you going to lose? Am I... still not as good as that person after all?"

Gradually, the cheers of the audience around him, and all the annoying commentary of Lockhart disappeared. The terrifying heat emitted by the huge fireball distorted the air around it, making it seem to be constantly twisting and changing, a little unreal.

I don’t know if I had an illusion, but Carol just felt that the fireball that hit him slowly turned into a smiling face, a sarcastic, Mike’s smiling face.

It was as if Mike was mocking her.

As if he was stimulated, Carlo roared at the fireball in front of him at the top of his lungs:

"I'm not willing to give up! Why? Why is it not me who is the seed player of Ravenclaw! I'm obviously the highest-ranking student in the entire Ravenclaw.

Why is Professor Flevy always biased towards you? I was his favorite student before this!

Why! It’s clear... it was clearly me who came first!

I want to prove it to everyone! Me! Carol Mosen! It's definitely no worse than you Mike!"

The huge fireball flew slowly with a hurricane. Before the ball arrived, the wind arrived first.

Penelo, standing in the strong wind, had a firm expression, and his long hair was floating behind her, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield. Everyone in the stands were heartbroken, and they opened their mouths and stared blankly at the woman confronting the huge fireball.

Finally, Carol moved.

It's not about turning around and running away, nor about raising one's hands to surrender.

Instead, he rushed towards the huge fireball!

"Are you crazy?" the Gryffindor boy roared.

He couldn't figure out, and he couldn't figure out why Carol wanted to win so much. This was not a life-and-death battle, it was obviously just a game.

The fireball like the sun finally landed, and the endless flames completely submerged Carlore.

"boom!"

A moment later, a violent explosion came into everyone's ears, and everyone in the field stood up and looked at the duel arena below.

Gradually, the heavy smoke brought by the explosion gradually dissipated. I saw that the original position of Carlore was replaced by a huge pit, but Carlore disappeared.

The circular duel fell into a strange silence, and everyone was looking for Carol's figure with their eyes, and many pessimistic girls were already crying.