The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Spinning and Jumping, I Closed My Eyes

In an instant, all the young wizards turned their gaze to Draco Malfoy, and Malfoy's body trembled, his muscles tensing.

Wait, buddy, how did you manage to tag me?!

Hey, you two, all talk and no action, aren't you always together? Why didn't you choose her?

Malfoy stammered, "I...I...I—"

I haven't learned many spells yet!

And who are you, McGregor? A universally acknowledged tough guy, who took down Cerberus and overturned Black Lake while still in school, and I heard that the other night, Big Brother Victor Greengrass went to cause him trouble in high spirits, only to return pale and dejected.

If I went up to him, no, let him demonstrate, wouldn't that be like Zhu Sudra hanging himself because he's tired of living?

Seeing that Malfoy was about to refuse, Lucas snorted inwardly but put on a bright smile.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy is a little shy. Shall we give him a round of applause?" Lucas led the applause. "I've heard so much about the Malfoy family. It's an honor to have the opportunity to spar with, or rather, to demonstrate and teach, the heir of the Malfoy family today."

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted, and everyone stared at Malfoy, especially the Slytherin students; the young wizards from those pure-blood families had meaningful glances in their eyes.

Malfoy cursed inwardly, but maintained a smile on his face.

That damned McGregor! If I don't dare to fight now, the family's prestige will be damaged, and how will I ever be able to live in Slytherin again?

Why is there still no sign of Dad's plan? What on earth did he send to McGregor? How come that lowly Muggle hasn't died yet?

No, I have to find out the answer this Christmas!

Feeling the increasingly strange looks from his classmates, and with many of the snarling lion cubs hissing, Malfoy gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

let's go!

Just as Draco, his legs trembling, stepped onto the stage, Goyle shouted from behind, "Draco, you forgot your wand!"

Most of the young wizards burst into laughter, but Harry's laughter was particularly clear and crisp.

Malfoy blushed, ran to get his wand, glared at Goyle, and this time, in his shame and indignation, his legs finally stopped trembling, and he strode onto the stage.

He glared at Lucas, fantasizing about blowing Lucas into the sky with a spell later.

Then Harry yelled from below, "Lucas, kick his ass!"

Professor Flitwick sensed something unusual, and the dueling champion's eyes lit up.

"Very good, both sides are displaying great spirit!"

"This duel, cough, this demonstration—"

Malfoy looked at him with a face full of grief and indignation. "Professor, you just said 'duel,' didn't you? You just said 'duel'!"

Well, so you're in cahoots with McGregor and Scarface!

"Professor, I don't think Mr. Malfoy has learned the Disarming Charm yet," Lucas said with a smile. "To be fair, I'll only use the Disarming Charm, while Mr. Malfoy can use all the spells he knows, is that alright?"

Malfoy gritted his teeth: "Don't be so arrogant, McGregor, I'll beat you to a pulp."

"Very impressive, Mr. Malfoy!" Professor Flitwick praised. "I look forward to your performance!"

"Alright, both sides, put some distance between yourselves and bow."

Malfoy, wand in hand, bowed somewhat stiffly but respectfully. He and Lucas stepped apart, raised their wands, and assumed the starting stance for a duel.

The students applauded again, and Malfoy, seeing Lucas's posture, gave a soft snort.

Lucas was seen pressing his wrists down, hunching his shoulders, his wand tip pointing slightly downwards, his feet staggered, the balls of his feet on the ground.

He lowered his hind leg slightly and lowered his center of gravity, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

He's just an uneducated Muggle, and he can't even follow proper etiquette. What kind of posture is that? Does he think wizard duels are the same as Muggle fights, where it's all about fists and wands?

Hmph, how can they compare to my handsome looks? — Well, in that case, I've already won.

Malfoy's pose exudes elegance, with his arms raised high like a roc spreading its wings, and his feet firmly planted, highlighting his upright and stable posture.

But the key point is that this posture completely fixes the trajectory of the spell, and changing the posture after the battle starts would be a pure suicide and a waste of time.

But—that shouldn't be the case. The Malfoy family has a long and distinguished history, and Draco Malfoy is the heir to the family fortune. He can't possibly be a good-for-nothing.

Hmm, could it be that he's feigning weakness on purpose? Taking advantage of my carelessness to suddenly strike a vicious attack, playing dumb to catch me off guard?

That's right, he's full of flaws, but actually he has no flaws at all!

I have to be extremely careful and can't take the initiative to attack. Otherwise, if he uses some kind of Ironclad Spell or a counterattack, I might not be able to avoid it.

With this in mind, Lucas became extremely cautious, focusing all his attention on Malfoy's shoulders and wrists.

,elbow.

"Our two duelists are ready. I'll count down from three," Professor Flitwick said happily.

All the young wizards held their breath.

"three."

"two.

"—!"

The young wizards below the stage widened their eyes and clenched their fists. The intense battle of spells seemed to be right before their eyes, yet nothing happened.

Lucas and Malfoy didn't move; the two of them stared at each other like turtles staring at a green bean.

The young wizards' eyes were getting sore from watching, and they were blinking frantically, while Lucas and Malfoy kept their eyes wide open, not daring to blink.

Lucas stared wide-eyed.

A master! Malfoy is an absolute master!

Use stillness to control movement; remain silent until the moment of truth, then make a stunning appearance.

He was just waiting for me to make the first move and expose a weakness so he could strike and win!

No, Tonks focused on teaching me how to dodge and counterattack, which is my specialty. I can't just attack recklessly now.

Look at him, his eyes are so unfocused, he's clearly observing my every move, completely different from those newbies who only stare at the tip of their wands!

Malfoy was lost in thought.

What spell should I use?

Oh no, I don't know any powerful spells at all. Otherwise, I would have used the Illumination Charm to blind McGregor.

Huh? Why isn't that damn McGregor attacking yet?

Ha! I get it, he doesn't know any spells either!

Yeah, all that talk about defeating Cerberus or overturning Black Lake is just bragging. What kind of spells could a first-year student, a Muggle, possibly know? It's all just Hufflepuff bragging and trying to make themselves look good.

What rising star? That's hilarious.

I never expected that those Hufflepuff chubby kids, who looked so honest, were actually so dishonest. You can never truly know what's in someone's heart.

They were still separated by such a thick belly.

Wait, I just remembered a spell! Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he started waving his arms like a windmill!

Lucas's heart skipped a beat; Malfoy was about to cast a spell! But his movements were so precise that even a pig could dodge them—it must be a trap!

He also possesses the ability to temporarily change the direction of a spell!

I can't dodge so quickly; I must see the spell's beam of light, "Tarantella Dance!"

Malfoy shouted, and the tip of his wand suddenly lit up.

Lucas could no longer contain himself. Judging the trajectory of the spell that was attacking from the left, he suddenly pushed off the ground and slid to the right, then stopped in his tracks within the core dodge circle and twisted his waist!

He exerted force from his waist, the power rising segment by segment from his spine, his back muscles tightening, which in turn moved his shoulders, elbows, forearms, wrists, and fingers, causing the spell to tremble with minimal amplitude. However, just as he was about to utter the incantation, Lucas broke out in a cold sweat.

The light at the tip of Malfoy's wand flashed and disappeared in an instant; no spell was cast at all!

In other words, his curse was actually a feint!

He tricked me into dodging, and then he was about to launch a targeted attack!

That's amazing! That's so cunning!

In that instant, Lucas felt as if all the content of Tonks' lecture, as well as all the key points Professor Flitwick had mentioned last time, flooded into his mind.

There was no time to think, no time to plan; only one action emerged from all the knowledge.

The integrated strength of the waist, shoulders, arms, elbows, wrists, palms, and fingers honed through knife skills and food carving techniques was no longer sufficient at this moment, and the core power brought by another skill naturally surged forth.

The skill of flipping a wok!

Flipping a wok is never just about relying on brute force in your arms; otherwise, your arms would be ruined by the end of the day.

A true master of wok tossing, a Chinese chef, always keeps his back straight, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and the wok and spoon in his hands are like extensions of his body, each tossing motion carrying rhythm and cadence.

This is a very demanding skill that trains the core strength of the legs, abdomen, and waist.

Just like now, the force is generated through the soles of the feet and transmitted through the waist and abdomen!

Lucas continued to swing his shoulders, elbows, arms, wrists, palms, and fingers outwards, propelling himself into the air with the force he had just used!

It spun and flipped 360 degrees in the air!

"Wow!" all the young wizards exclaimed. Harry was extremely excited and punched the air hard. Many people even stood up to get a better look.

"Wow, that's so cool!"

Hannah heard Padma Peder from Ravenclaw speaking in a dazed voice, and she quickly looked over warily, only to see many girls blushing and full of admiration. Her alarm bells immediately went off.

Even Professor Flitwick was taken aback by this move.

A double dodge! It was a double dodge!

Just as the dodge is about to be completed, you generate new strength and change your position to forcefully complete another dodge.

And such a beautiful spinning somersault, something my old bones could never do.

Lucas is a master of both magic and martial arts!

But—uh, what exactly is he hiding from?

Spinning and leaping, Lucas closed his eyes, dodging the imagined, sudden spell, while his wand began to tremble.

Malfoy stared awkwardly at the tip of his wand as the light of the spell flashed and then disappeared.

Oh no, the spell failed!

It's not my fault; after all, it's a malevolent curse, harder than a regular one.

Huh? What's Lucas doing?

Why did he jump up? Why did he spin around?

Is this acrobatics?

He stared blankly as Lucas tumbled and spun, landed steadily, and then, in that instant!

"Disarm you!"

A beam of red light shot out!

Lucas had just broken through his own limits and completed such a difficult set of dodges and counterattacks. Before he could even catch his breath, he heard a scream, followed by cheers and thunderous applause.

Immediately afterwards, a dark stick tumbled over and flew over, which he instinctively caught in his hand.

A magic wand?

Looking up, Malfoy was lying on his back, groaning and moaning.

Should I kick Malfoy out right now?

"That's fantastic, Lucas!" Harry clapped enthusiastically, beaming with pride. "That's exactly how you teach Malfoy a lesson!"

The young wizards clapped excitedly. Although they didn't understand why Lucas had been dodging around and spinning in the air at the beginning, they couldn't change the fact that he had shot out a spell the moment he landed, knocking Malfoy away and taking his wand.

He's so handsome!

Hannah puffed out her cheeks in annoyance as she listened to the girls' screams and exclamations.

Hearing the applause and cheers for Lucas, Malfoy felt deeply humiliated. With tears in his eyes and his face flushed, he shouted, "McGregor, you've bullied me! I'm going to tell my dad!"

Lucas walked over nonchalantly, extended his hand to him, and lowered his voice.

"Suit yourself, but if it were me, I wouldn't let Mr. Malfoy know about this embarrassing incident. If he knew you'd made a fool of yourself in public, suffered a huge loss of face, and damaged the Malfoy family's reputation, then—"

Malfoy shuddered.

The devil, McGregor is the devil!

The lively four-house masterclass came to an end, but even with everyone's high spirits, especially the various creative approaches during the pair practice, only a handful of young wizards actually mastered the Disarming Charm.

Harry was one of them. He said that every time he cast the spell, he would think of how Lucas had just knocked Malfoy away, and he felt particularly relieved. So his progress was encouraging, and he would be able to master it completely after practicing for a while longer.

At lunchtime, everyone was still excitedly discussing the lesson. It wasn't until the afternoon that the little badgers and eagles walked out the gate, down the steps, and onto the flat grass, where they began their first flying lesson.

Ms. Huo Qi had short gray hair and two sharp yellow eyes like an eagle.

She made everyone stand around a row of old, worn-out brooms, put their hands on them, and then shouted, "Get up!"

Lucas kept wondering if the broom seat charm was reliable, and then he heard Zacharys next to him complaining that these brooms were "Four-Star Sweeper" that could be put in a museum, and that they were older than his grandfather, which made him even more hesitant.

He called out several times, but the broom ignored him, lazily shifting its position a few times without actually jumping up.

Lucas also noticed that Zacharys' broom immediately jumped into his hand, so it seems he wasn't entirely exaggerating earlier.

When everyone had their brooms in hand, Lucas's still hadn't bounced up. Taking advantage of Ms. Hodge's inattention, he simply hooked his foot and lifted the broom up, holding it in his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Alright, everyone has received their brooms. I have to remind you all again: you must trust your brooms and have unwavering confidence, because once you're in the air, they're all you can rely on."

How come it sounds even scarier when you say it like that? Lucas looked at the tattered wooden stick, the broom branches of which were almost all gone.

Then Ms. Fok asked everyone to straddle her and learn how to hold, move forward, backward, and move left and right.

Now Lucas finally felt the cushion spell, and it was actually quite comfortable, like sitting on a soft cushion, with a gentle yet powerful force supporting his buttocks, penis, and testicles.

But will it really not malfunction? What if it suddenly fails during flight? That would be a complete disaster!

Just then, he noticed Ellie, who was holding a broom, waving at him and giving him a bright smile.

Wait, Ellie, what are you trying to do!

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