Spellcasting Gods

We cannot back down!

We must not be weak!

Most importantly, he didn't feel at all that this young Easterner in front of him could pose a threat to him, who was skilled in all kinds of dark magic.

"A duel? Hahahaha!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise and burst into unrestrained laughter.

Not only was he laughing, but all the Hogwarts students also burst out laughing. Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Mad-Eye Moody, hid in a corner, staring at Karkaroff with a vicious look, considering whether to take the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

After all, immediately after the Dark Lord's downfall, this guy betrayed his Death Eater comrades who fought alongside him, using them as a bargaining chip to escape punishment.

It can be said that every Death Eater who was still loyal to Voldemort hated Karkaroff and longed to kill him with his own hands.

From a human perspective, traitors are always more despicable than enemies...

Clearly, Karkaroff took the laughter echoing in the hall as a blatant insult, and immediately shouted through gritted teeth, "I, Igor Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang Magic School, hereby formally issue a duel challenge."

“No problem, I accept.” Zhang Cheng smiled playfully and snapped his fingers lightly.

moment!

The tables and chairs in the center of the auditorium were all automatically moved to the surrounding areas, creating a large circular space.

He strode to the center of the arena, drew his supreme authority disguised as a wand, and gracefully raised his arm in an invitation.

Although Minerva McGonagall tried several times to stand up and stop the fight, she was ultimately stopped by Snape's eyes.

And so, under the watchful eyes of those who were either expectant or mocking, Igor Karkarov followed them to the center of the arena, his entire being exuding an extremely cold aura like a venomous snake.

In a way, this is his most authentic self.

As for his usual serious and strict image, it's all a facade.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

……

As the students watching counted down in unison, the "duel," which had been a foregone conclusion from the start, finally began.

To be precise, before Karkaroff could even raise his wand to unleash his first spell, he found himself unable to move, unable even to blink.

"Ah! It seems the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wants to show some manners, so let's bow to each other first." Zhang Cheng teased with a malicious tone while giving a slight bow.

At the same time, Karkarov also uncontrollably bent over, performing a bow that was more than ninety degrees.

This strange situation was noticed not only by those who knew his personality very well, but also by the students watching.

Because Karkarov is not a polite person, let alone bowing more than ninety degrees like a servant.

But before anyone around could react, Zhang Cheng gently waved his wand, shooting out beams of multicolored light.

In the blink of an eye!

Karkarov's off-white coat disappeared, replaced by white tights and a white mini-skirt, the kind of clothes typically worn by female ballet dancers.

next second...

Accompanied by the music of Swan Lake that seemed to come from nowhere, he began to dance gracefully, performing one difficult ballet move after another.

At this point, even a fool would understand that Igor Karkarov had lost, and lost utterly. It was less a duel and more a public humiliation.

The students from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry turned their heads away, unable to bear watching their principal being toyed with by their rivals.

A full half hour!

It wasn't until poor Karkaroff finished the first scene that he realized the powerful force controlling him had suddenly disappeared, and he had regained control of his body.

As a dark wizard, he clearly understood what this meant.

This means that if the other party wants to kill someone, you won't even have a chance to escape.

So without uttering a single word, he turned and rushed out, not even having time to change out of his ridiculous ballet leotard.

Admiring the other person's disheveled figure, Zhang Cheng curled his lips and teased in a half-joking tone, "Wow! I really didn't expect that our dear Principal Karkarov would also have such amazing attainments in the arts. I bet even the most professional ballet dancers would have a hard time dancing as well as him."

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

"That's right! You jumped absolutely brilliantly!"

"This is truly the most spectacular duel I've ever seen in my life!"

Long live Swan Lake!

……

As the saying goes, those who enjoy watching the excitement are never afraid of causing a big mess. The Hogwarts students didn't care about the feelings of the guests who had come from afar and loudly mocked each other in various ways.

Some of the more radical Slytherins even raised their chins and stared at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry students surrounding Viktor Krum with provocative eyes.

Sensing the growing tension in the hall, Snape finally leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you want?"

"What for? Of course, it's to make Hogwarts the best magic school in all of Europe, and even the world, once again. Don't you think Dumbledore has emasculated too many of its excellent traditions, especially its fighting spirit and combat mentality? And now I'm going to reawaken them..." Zhang Cheng replied meaningfully.

In any case, the Triwizard Tournament is a powerful magical contract, so no matter how much he humiliates Karkaroff, Durmstrang Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry must stay and finish the competition. Moreover, he can take the opportunity to win the favor of the Hogwarts students, so why not?

Chapter 0783 Progress

Although, strictly speaking, the conflict that occurred not long ago in the common room was more of a farce than a duel.

Even the most seriously injured, Viktor Krum, only suffered a mild concussion and two broken bones.

In a magical world where civilian spells are highly developed, treating this kind of injury is by no means much more difficult than treating a cold or fever.

The problem is that Zhang Cheng's almost brutal interference has instilled a strong sense of shame throughout Durmstrang, and at the same time, filled people with hatred and animosity towards Hogwarts.

In less than two weeks since the Christmas ball ended, conflicts between students from the two schools have surged from once or twice a day to several times every hour on average.

In particular, Gryffindor, who have a tradition of charging ahead regardless of right or wrong, crippled more than twenty Durmstrang students in one go under the leadership of Harry Potter and Ron.

Draco Malfoy, not to be outdone, then led Slytherin House to successfully board the enemy's giant magical ship, completing a near-perfect surprise attack.

As bloodshed increases, Hogwarts’ ancient traditions, which Dumbledore had suppressed for decades, are gradually revived, and dueling has become the students’ first choice to resolve personal conflicts in private.

In the past, professors could use their power to suppress such behavior.

But now?

Students have now gained the power of self-management and can even vote through the student council to reduce or add school rules!

the most important is!

They can initiate a vote of no confidence against a professor they dislike, and if the vote exceeds half, the professor will be dismissed by the school's board of directors.

In other words, the situation where the principal and dean of a college could expel students has now been reversed.

Therefore, most professors are busy trying to please their students instead of criticizing them, just like politicians in Europe and America who practice so-called "freedom" and "democracy" will never criticize their domestic voters, even if they see their own fatal problems.

The reason is very simple: from a psychological perspective, everyone only likes to hear good things and dislikes hearing bad things.

Imagine someone is riding high on success, everyone is flattering him, and you tell him, "Buddy, you're in big trouble, you'll go bankrupt soon."

So how would this person react?

Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of people would immediately turn hostile, while only a small minority of those who know how to reflect on themselves would humbly accept the criticism and then go back to check if it was really true.

Unfortunately, this small group is far from enough to awaken the ignorant masses, and sometimes they even become the target of public attacks, especially under the one-person-one-vote system.

Politicians won't risk their political future and lives, so they'd rather pretend they didn't see anything than risk making themselves miserable.

The most typical example is the terrifying financial tsunami that broke out in Japan at the end of the 20th century.

Did none of the Japanese politicians and economists at the time foresee that after the Plaza Accord, the yen's exchange rate against the dollar would be out of control, leading to a severe decline in its export trade and a large amount of surplus funds being poured into real estate and the stock market, thus creating an unimaginable virtual economic bubble?

Do not!

They saw it!

At least some people definitely noticed it!

But why doesn't anyone stand up and point this out?

Because if a politician were to step forward at this moment to dampen the spirits of the people, he would not be met with hero's applause, but rather with a barrage of insults and doubts.

Zhang Cheng saw through the true nature of what seemed like a fair election, which is why he brought this seemingly ridiculous system to the school, so that Dumbledore and his supporters could experience firsthand how foolish it was to stand on the side of the ignorant common people.

Of course, Hogwarts was just a slightly larger toy to him, not worth spending too much time on.

After the Christmas ball, he devoted all his energy to the research and further development of creative power.

Thanks to Hermione Granger's 24/7 dedication, in just a few weeks, Zhang Cheng was able to use these complex and ever-changing powers to temporarily bring everything he touched to life and endow it with a certain degree of intelligence.

In addition, he can catalyze and modify any existing life form at the genetic level, turning it into a powerful magical creature completely different from its original form.

However, as the saying goes, every power comes at a price.

The price he has to pay is that when his creative power is exhausted, he will be forcibly transformed into a life form, in a state that is half-solid and half-illusory, drawing all kinds of energy from the cracks in space to concentrate, purify and transform it.

This process is extremely long and incredibly tedious, almost like being in solitary confinement.

Watching the immense energy pulsating at her fingertips, Hermione's eyes revealed a look of rapture and fascination. She licked her lips and exclaimed, "Incredible! I've never heard of any magic that can do this. In some ways, you're practically a god."

"God? Heh, maybe." Zhang Cheng smiled dismissively.

God was never the goal he strived for, but rather an object he longed to surpass.

From the very beginning, his gaze was fixed on the highest point; what he wanted to replace was the Creator, a supreme being like the Titans of the Pantheon in the Azeroth universe.

"We've done almost all the experiments we could so far. What are your plans for the future?" Hermione looked up and asked with interest.

"Next? Next, we need to wait patiently, wait for Voldemort to resurrect and start a magical war, wipe out all of Dumbledore's supporters, and then we'll take him down." Zhang Cheng gave his answer without hesitation.

As for the part about destroying the world, he wouldn't be foolish enough to tell the other party.

In terms of the depth of their cooperation, the girl was not even comparable to the pure-blood nobles led by Lucius Malfoy.

“I believe you will become the supreme ruler of the British and even the world of magic, and usher in an unprecedented revolution…” As she spoke, Hermione took the initiative to lean on the two books and began to gently kiss her cheek in a provocative manner.

"That's right! A revolution! An unprecedented revolution! We will change the whole world!"

After whispering this double entendre, a barely perceptible madness flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes. He then tore off the girl's clothes and roughly pressed her onto the lab table.

Before long, the entire secret room was filled with blush-inducing moans...