Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 443, Section 437: The Undisputed Number One

"When?"

Even as Ron lay on the ground, he couldn't figure out how he had lost; he could only say it was due to carelessness.

In fact, all of this was Percy's doing, including having his wand knocked away by the Exorcist's Weapon.

"I never said I was good at defense." Percy picked up the wand that Ron had knocked to the ground, while rubbing his wrist where he had just been hit.

"That's really ruthless," Percy cursed inwardly, but maintained a calm expression.

Yes, from the very beginning, Ron had fallen into the trap that Percy had set for him.

Ron, freed from his restraints, was filled with disbelief. Even now, he still felt it was a dream, as if he were in a fantasy.

Fortunately, he is not the type of person who is obsessed with winning or gets stuck on trivial details.

Losing is losing, it's not a big deal.

As for losing face or anything like that

What's so shameful about being defeated by your own brother?

The others found it unbelievable that Ron lost to Percy. How could Percy, who used to be so talkative and like a mother hen, be so strong?

"I lost to Percy? That doesn't make sense!"

Ron scratched his head, standing to the side with a puzzled look on his face.

"Science?" Harry looked at Ron in surprise. "You know about this?"

"No, I don't know. I just heard you and Hermione mention it often, so I just picked it up."

Ron said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry: "."

Very good, that's Ron.

In fact, Ron shouldn't have lost to Percy so quickly; he had many ways to turn the tide.

He simply forgot his own strengths.

Firstly, he didn't utilize the advantages of dark magic. His lack of proficiency in dark magic was only relative to Harry and the others; compared to others, it wasn't necessarily a lack of proficiency. For example, compared to Percy, Ron's skill in dark magic was much higher, especially in curses, where he was actually quite talented, but he simply didn't specialize in it.

Secondly, he failed to utilize his close-combat advantage. He did not choose to end the fight in close combat. His physical attributes and reaction speed were superior to Percy's. He could lapse in concentration during the duel, while Percy had to focus entirely on fighting him.

Ron never considered using spells to gradually approach Percy, nor did he think about overpowering Percy with his physical abilities, since his strength was among the lowest in the Discipline Group of six.

In his mind, he was still a wizard who could only solve problems with magic.

Actually, sometimes fists can be quite useful.

However, he didn't know that in a certain magical world, others were using magic to fight each other, such as using magical moves like the Fire Dragon Iron Fist, which were extremely destructive.

Most importantly, he was careless. He still hadn't changed his mindset. In his understanding, losing his wand meant losing his fighting ability. So, the moment he knocked Percy's wand away, he assumed that his opponent had lost and relaxed, which was the direct cause of his defeat.

"Ronnie, don't underestimate anyone." Percy patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Practice your staffless spellcasting diligently. This skill is sometimes very important. Like just now, if you were fighting a Death Eater, you would already be dead."

For some reason, people often mispronounce Ron's name, but they usually get it right when they call him by his nickname, "Ronnie."

"Mmm." This time, Ron's attitude was very proper, and he obediently agreed.

His duel with Percy made him realize one thing: although he had become stronger, he was still just a little brother.

"Hehehe"

Dumbledore watched the scene of brotherly respect and humility before him with a smile, a hint of envy unconsciously appearing in his eyes.

He also has a younger brother, but that younger brother is a real brother.

The elderly Dumbledore cherished his family most. Unfortunately, apart from his brother, all his family members were no longer in this world. His brother had also died of old age and never spoke to him again, even though he lived very close to Hogwarts.

That's why he couldn't resist when he saw the resurrection stone.

For him, the Resurrection Stone was more attractive than anything else. It would allow him to see his deceased family members again, and he would be willing to die just to see them one more time, even if it was just a false illusion created by the Resurrection Stone.

Everyone has weaknesses. Voldemort's weakness was his fear of death, while Dumbledore's weakness was that his family was his relatives.

He possessed the Mirror of Erised, which could reveal the deepest desires in a person's heart. He had used it to warn Harry against being deceived by false illusions, yet he himself could not control himself.

Over the years, he would often stand in front of the mirror, gazing at his reflection. He would reminisce about the past, unable to let go, and would also extract his memories and immerse them in the Pensieve to relive those past experiences.

Albus.

A soft call brought Dumbledore back to reality.

Suddenly, "Fuji" appeared behind him. His eyes seemed to see through his thoughts, and he gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Minister Fookie."

Everyone exclaimed in unison upon seeing "Fuji".

Even though some of them later vaguely sensed the Minister of Magic's abnormality, they still called out that name.

Some things you should see through but not say.

"I am very pleased to see everyone so energetic."

Looking at the young, energetic wizards below, Fudge felt a strange mix of emotions. He had taught Harry and the others for a year and had come to understand, to some extent, Dumbledore's decision to give up power and come to Hogwarts to teach.

If this matter ends, if Dumbledore is still alive, if I am still alive, and if Dumbledore doesn't mind, it seems that being an ordinary professor at a magic school wouldn't be a bad choice.

At least this way he could stay in the same place as Dumbledore, and that was enough for him. He didn't dare to hope for anything more.

After all, he could be considered the murderer who personally killed the family he valued most.

So he said, "Practice hard, Albus knows far more than I do."

These words came from the bottom of his heart. He had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for decades, and those decades were basically wasted. Not to mention studying magic, he rarely cast spells. He lived in the past all day long. Although his strength did not decline significantly,

He is old.

Although Dumbledore was also old, he did not waste these decades; he devoted all his energy to magic.

Fusing six spells in one go

Wow, he truly deserves to be called the number one in the magical world.

Fudge believed he couldn't do it, and neither could the villain named Tom.

(End of this chapter)