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Although he didn't possess extraordinary wisdom, being invulnerable to swords and spears wasn't bad either.

Meanwhile, the two Weasleys, thinking this, crawled out of the hole in the corner one after another with their butts sticking out—they had originally wanted Victor to take them out with them in a dignified manner, but he had decisively refused, so they could only crawl out from where they came from.

After George's backside moved away from his sight, the afternoon sun shone on Fred's face and illuminated the small flowers and grass around the shed.

Having been neglected for many years, the scenery here has developed a chaotic yet vibrant beauty.

Fred got up from the ground again and brushed the dust off his robe.

Lee Jordan, who had been pacing outside, immediately ran over: "Are you alright? Did the professor do anything to you?"

"It's nothing serious. Professor Victor isn't as strict as Professor McGonagall. You see, he..."

As he spoke, Fred subconsciously glanced into the screaming shed, trying to see which way Victor would come out. But when his gaze passed over the window, he was surprised to find that the shed was empty.

All that remained was a clear line separating the dusty and the clean area.

Victor has left.

"The professor is gone? When did he leave?" George asked in surprise.

“Just as you guys were climbing out,” Lee Jordan replied, “his boots flashed again, and he just vanished. I have to say, those were the coolest shoes I’ve ever seen; they would have sold like hotcakes in Diagon Alley.”

"Speaking of which, I just heard you guys say something about 'blessings' inside? What's that? Your voices were too soft later on, I couldn't hear you."

"To be honest, I don't really understand what that blessing is either," George said from the side. "I just know it should work. The professor said Fred will always win duels and won't be hit by curses anymore!"

"Really?" Lee Jordan stared wide-eyed at Fred, half-believing and half-doubting.

"Can it really be that effective? Many protective spells can't do that."

"Who knows?" Fred said nonchalantly, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "The professor said I wouldn't lose, so let's find someone to fight and see. I've been annoyed with those Slytherins for ages!"

"That's right!" Lee Jordan exclaimed excitedly. "Then let's go give it a try now!"

"I just saw those two idiots, Dries and Bolette, here too. They cheated their way to the Quidditch championship last year, so it's a good opportunity to beat them up."

"Okay, let's go now!"

"Walk!"

The three of them immediately became excited, and Fred felt his confidence soar to unprecedented heights. It turned out that his Charms grades weren't particularly outstanding; most of the time he couldn't beat the Slytherins who used dirty tricks, and it was common for him to accidentally be hit by a curse.

So he used to just throw dung balls. Even though it cost him a lot of points, the effect was immediate!

It's been a long time since any Slytherin has dared to approach them casually.

But obviously, defeating them psychologically is not enough. Since they have the blessing of invulnerability, and it just so happens that we need to test it out, it would be best to start with a few not-so-good Slytherins.

With that thought in mind, Fred took a step forward with great ambition in the sunlight, heading towards the pointed houses of Hogsmeade.

But just this one step—

"Ouch!"

"thump."

"Fred!"

As Lee Jordan and the others walked forward, Fred took a step and stumbled, his head hitting the grass hard with a thud. He fell so hard that blades of grass clung to his head.

Fred grimaced as he got up.

"I'm fine, it was just a branch that happened to be under my feet, I didn't notice and stepped on it. Ouch... my knee hurts a bit, it's probably bruised. It's strange, shouldn't I be immune to injury?"

George looked at Fred with a puzzled expression, and after a long pause, said:

"I suddenly had a bad feeling."

……

Dries and Bolette were the batters for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and their positions on the team were exactly opposite those of the Weasley brothers.

The root cause of their feud with the Weasley brothers is their dirty tricks during last year's Quidditch Cup.

Before the match, Dries and Bolette each carried a small bag of live spiders, which they carefully tucked into their pockets, intending to quietly fall over the Weasley brothers as they flew over their heads. Although they themselves were covered in spiders, the Weasley brothers' formation was disrupted for several minutes, allowing the Slytherin team to score several goals and ultimately lose the match.

Fred and George had been wanting to cause them trouble ever since, but they only had time today.

Finally, they managed to corner the two Slytherin students behind the Three Broomsticks pub. Because of their regular exercise, Dries and Bolette were tall and strong, standing there like a wall.

Seeing Fred approach, they asked coldly:

"What are you doing? Do you want to get beaten up?"

"You're not quite right—'getting justice'—that's the phrase we should use," Fred drawled. "You haven't forgotten how you cheated at the Quidditch Cup last time, have you?"

Dries scoffed: "Using tricks? That's not using tricks. Mrs. Hodge didn't see it, nor did she stop the match, which means we used techniques allowed by the rules! It's clear you were simply outmatched that you lost."

"Hehe, I had no idea that sprinkling spiders was a technique."

Fred retorted. But he didn't continue—in fact, telling the Slytherins that they used underhanded methods and unscrupulous means was a compliment.

Fred finally said succinctly:

"So let's settle this in the fairest way: a wizard duel, you and us, choose your allies, and let's begin now."

"Now?"

"What, are you scared?"

"Hmph, how could that be?"

Dries and Bolette showed no fear on their faces. After exchanging a few words, they decided to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who wanted to go first.

Wizard duels are actually one of the trial methods left over from the history of the wizarding world. In the past, if one party disagreed with a court's judgment, a wizard duel could be used to determine the party who was "in the right." Therefore, wizard duels were once one of the leading causes of wizard death.

But now, wizard duels can no longer influence any judgment, and the probability of death has been greatly reduced.

Especially when a student like Fred doesn't know many spells.

Borrett and Fred stepped forward, exchanged perfunctory bows, while George and Derek watched from the sidelines.

"Very well. According to dueling etiquette, once a duel begins, only one party will be taken back to the school infirmary after being injured or killed," Fred said glibly.

"That will definitely be you," Bolette scoffed.

The two stared at each other with somewhat gloomy expressions. Borette wasn't exactly the talkative type; after exchanging a few harsh words with Fred, she gripped her wand tightly in her hand.

Fred ignored him and said loudly, "According to the rules of the duel, first, both of you must turn around."

Both of them turned around as instructed.

"Secondly, take three steps forward. When I count to three, we'll attack together."

Bolette gave Fred a cold laugh behind his back. He gripped his wand tightly, silently chanting a spell, preparing to turn around and teach Fred a lesson when he counted to two.

The next second—

"three!"

Bolalette: "?"

Driss: "?"

Lee Jordan and George: "!!"

After Fred shouted "three" in one step, he didn't even pause. He immediately turned around, looked at the still-unresponsive Borette with a sinister smile, and released a spell.

"Grinning widely!"

A flash of red light struck Bolette without any surprise.

Bolette then burst into a ferocious laugh, clutching his stomach in pain as he roared between laughs, "You...despicable...!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Fred stood there smugly. "And you, Beaulette, as a Slytherin, you're not even as despicable as me. You're a disgrace to your house."

Bolette was panting heavily, feeling his face turn red. He laughed so hard he forced out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Taran...Tara...Dance!"

Blue light erupted from the tip of his wand, striking Fred's nose. But Fred didn't dodge; he simply stood confidently in place, determined to take the spell head-on and test the limits of the blessing he received.

But he never even considered that limits simply don't exist.

"Whoosh—"

The spell easily seeped into his mind, and the next second, Fred's hands and feet began to move comically and uncontrollably like a puppet, as if he were doing a tap dance, while Bolette, who was already struggling to breathe, still tried to squeeze out a breath to laugh at Fred's movements—

This time, a question mark appeared on Fred's face.

Fred: "?"

"This isn't right!"

He couldn't help but roar in his heart: Professor Victor, you have betrayed my trust!

What happened to the promise that I wouldn't be pierced by the curse...?

and many more.

Fred suddenly realized something.

The spell didn't seem to pierce his body; it merely struck him silently, achieving its controlling effect.

……

In the nearby Three Brooms Bar, Victor, who had run into Fred again after wandering around, silently picked up a cocktail, took a sip, and then looked away from the duel scene a few meters away.

This……

That seems to make sense.

That was exactly what he meant, yeah, really. As long as the effect is roughly the same, why be so precise?

If his blessings were truly accurate and precise, how could he possibly not charge a fee?