The Wizard of Hogwarts is Unscientific.

Chapter 61: In less than three seconds of the duel, I'll be kneeling on the ground begging you not to die.

Andy and his grandfather Norman came into the yard.

Norman took out his wand and gestured at the ground, drawing a rectangle ten meters long and two meters wide on the open space.

"bring it on!"

Norman stepped forward and stood in the middle of the rectangular pattern, turning to Andy and saying, "Little Andy, do you know the etiquette of wizard duels?"

Andy: "..."

To be honest, if Norman had used Transfiguration to create a ring, Andy would have really thought he was a dueling expert.

But you drew a rectangle on the ground with your wand...

This is so lame!

"I know!" Andy had no choice but to follow and walk to the middle of the rectangle.

Bow, and hold the wand in the correct posture.

The two quickly got into position.

call--

A gust of wind blew by, and neither of them made a move.

After a moment of silence, Norman glared at him and said angrily, "Little Andy, what are you waiting for? Use your magic!"

"You don't actually know any magic at all, do you?"

Andy asked one last question, "Um...Grandpa, are you really a dueling master?"

"Would I lie to you?"

Norman said somewhat displeased, "Besides, you're just a first-year wizard. Do you really think your magic can harm an adult wizard?"

Uh… this must be what you really think, right?

Andy discovered the truth!

However, there is some truth to that statement.

Andy had witnessed wizard duels and knew the spellcasting level of adult wizards.

Norman's magical skills may not be as good as those dueling masters, but he is, after all, an adult wizard. It shouldn't be too difficult for him to withstand a few spells from a young wizard.

Thinking of this, Andy felt much more at ease.

"Here I come," Andy said.

"Andy, give it your all!" Norman gave Andy a provocative look.

OK!

"Flames are raging!"

Andy condensed the Flame Spell into the shape of a fire hawk and pressed down on Norman from the air.

Norman seemed a little nervous, but he simply waved his wand and deflected the firehawk.

This move put Andy at ease.

My grandfather was quite capable.

While Norman was defending against the fire hawk, Andy relinquished control of the fire spell and instead pointed his wand at a wooden stake behind Norman.

"A wooden stake is flying in!"

After failing to summon Dumbledore in the Forbidden Books area for the second time, Andy specifically learned the Summoning Charm.

Under the influence of magic, the stake slammed straight into Norman's back.

Considering that Norman was, after all, an adult wizard, Andy had no intention of showing any mercy.

"They'll all be petrified!"

boom!

The wooden stake slammed into Norman's back, nearly knocking him over. Immediately afterward, Andy's magic beam struck Norman, sending him flying.

boom!

With another soft thud, Norman collapsed to the ground, his body stiff.

Andy: "..."

If that's all you're capable of, why are you trying to fool me?

Now look what happened! In less than three seconds of the duel, I'll be kneeling on the ground begging you not to die.

Andy rushed over, waving his wand at the same time.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

"Ouch, ouch!"

Norman's plump body was curled up on the ground. "My back, my back! Little Andy, hurry and call your grandmother out!"

"Mom! Come quick, come out and save them!"

Andy shouted immediately, asking anxiously, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"I'm fine... Injury? What injury?"

Norman glared at him, stubbornly insisting, "I'm not injured. I just twisted my back. It's normal to have some health problems when you get older."

Fine! Andy was speechless.

You're older, so whatever you say is right.

"What's wrong? I'm brewing a potion, what's all this shouting about?"

Helen pushed open the door and saw Norman lying on the ground. She rushed over to help him up.

"Ouch! Be gentle, my back..."

Norman cried out in pain, which frightened Helen so much that she dared not move.

She glared at Andy, her expression unfriendly. "What were you doing outside?"

Norman quickly explained, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with Andy. I was just trying to give Andy some pointers on his dueling techniques, but I accidentally twisted my back. Sigh... I'm getting old, my body isn't what it used to be."

Andy nodded repeatedly.

Yes! That's the situation.

Helen clearly didn't believe it.

Andy didn't know what level Norman was at before, so how could Helen not know?

Forget about a duel, you could throw an apple at him and he might not even be able to catch it.

With a reaction like that, you still expect to give Andy pointers on a duel?

Just kidding!

Helen took out her wand and turned the wooden stake on the ground into a stretcher. Then, together with Andy, they carefully lifted Norman onto the stretcher.

"Yugadim, Leviosa!"

Controlling the stretcher to fly into the air, Helen looked at Andy and instructed, "Andy, go and call your grandmother and Isa back. Your grandfather's condition probably requires a visit to the hospital."

"No!"

Norman quickly refused, "No need...no need for that. We have white styrax at home. I'll have Andy apply some for me later."

Helen was speechless; this old man was still so obsessed with saving face.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Helen asked.

"No, no!" Norman shook his head repeatedly.

Controlling the stretcher to fly into the house, Andy and Helen together carried Norman to the bed.

Helen took a bottle of white peony root from her backpack. "Andy, apply the medicine to your grandfather."

"Okay!" Andy readily agreed.

After applying the medicine, Andy told Norman to rest well, helped him cover himself with a blanket, and then left the bedroom.

Helen was still in the living room. As soon as she saw Andy, she asked, "You dueled with your grandfather?"

"Well…"

Andy wasn't sure if it really counted as a duel, but he still recounted what had happened from beginning to end.

"Tsk tsk!"

Helen shook her head and muttered helplessly, "At such an old age, how come you're still the same as before?"

After saying that, Helen looked at Andy again, "If you want to try it out in real combat, let's wait until I finish brewing the potion."

"Really?" Andy asked, his face beaming with surprise.

Just by observing Helen's casual spellcasting, Andy could tell that Helen's magical skills were still quite good.

"Don't be too happy yet."

Helen said with a smug look, "When your father and I were in school, it was the time when the mysterious forces were at their most rampant. We were under a lot of pressure back then, and we studied much harder than... and much harder than those wizards living in peaceful times."

"I won't hold back!"

Helen originally wanted to use Andy's generation as an example, but when she thought about how hard Andy worked, she decided to give up!

Even if they lived during wartime, they wouldn't necessarily work harder than Andy.

That's it!

Andy nodded knowingly.

Actually, it's quite normal when you think about it. Someone like my grandfather Norman might never have fought with any other wizards in his entire life.

No wonder their magic level is so low.

(End of this chapter)