HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

At that moment, Snape, like a bat blending into the shadows, twisted his body in a bizarre and illogical manner the light barrier relaxed slightly. As his black robes billowed, he squeezed out of the tiny gap unharmed.

The two faced each other again across the ruins, their breathing slightly rapid.

The arena was littered with rubble and dust, and scorch marks from the spells still lingered on several low walls.

In a mere ten seconds or so, the exchange of offense and defense was lightning fast, and the use of magic spells was exquisite. All the students were mesmerized and their hearts were pounding.

A fierce wind began to rage in the dueling arena, gradually emitting a low, mournful wail.

The fallen leaves and pebbles that were being swept up were no longer flying around haphazardly, but were being pulled by an invisible force, accelerating and spinning wildly!

What was just a small whirlwind, no thicker than a wrist, expanded in the blink of an eye into a giant gray-black dragon connecting the ground and the sky.

It devoured everything around it at a terrifying speed—rubble, broken wood—and continued to expand.

This sudden, powerful force of nature, accompanied by a destructive roar, began to ruthlessly move toward the center of the battlefield while the two were still locked in a tense standoff.

It is no longer just a background element, but has become an indispensable third "participant" in the dueling arena.

Snape's black robes fluttered wildly in the gale, like surging black waves.

His pale face was barely visible in the sandstorm, but his eyes were serious and sharp, fixed on Frivi, whose body was also being tossed about by the gale.

Professor Flitwick, a small man, struggled to maintain his balance in the gale, his gray hair standing on end, but his bright eyes, far from showing panic, instead gleamed with the excitement of a worthy opponent.

"Severus, it seems our audience is more enthusiastic than we expected!"

Flitwick's voice traveled through the wind and reached Snape's ears clearly.

Snape's lips seemed to curve into an extremely cold arc, more like a muscle twitch than a smile.

“Indeed, very enthusiastic.” He nodded almost imperceptibly. “However, Professor Flitwick, your comfortable teaching career seems to have dulled your once keen senses!”

He spoke extremely quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, his wand thrust forward, and a huge beam of magical light struck the tornado directly.

The massive tornado suddenly changed direction and moved rapidly toward Professor Flitwick.

Flitwick's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Aerial flip!"

He kept pointing his wand, and the huge stones on the ground rose rapidly under his control, spinning at high speed as they ascended.

Like enormous cannonballs, they roared through the air, not aimed at Snape, but crashing straight into the violently moving column of tornadoes!

"Thunderous explosion!"

At the same time, Snape's cold incantation rang out.

Boom! Boom boom boom—

A series of violent explosions suddenly erupted inside and around the wind column.

A powerful shockwave swept across the arena, instantly engulfing the entire ring in a cloud of dust.

The tornado column trembled violently; it no longer moved steadily but thrashed about like a wounded python.

Its suction became extremely unstable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and its range fluctuated greatly. It even threw out large clumps of "cannonballs" carrying gravel and eerie smoke, which haphazardly smashed into the surrounding ruins and protective barriers, arousing a series of piercing screams.

Chapter 133 Professor McGonagall vs. Sagles

The students' fervent emotions, like invisible kindling, continuously fueled the raging magical tornado.

Under the intentional or unintentional catalysis of the two top wizards, the raging tornado not only did not dissipate, but instead expanded in an even more terrifying manner.

The situation began to subtly change.

Snape and Flitwick became more cautious in their offense and defense, having to consider the interference and engulfment of the wind pillars with every move.

The rapidly expanding tornado was like an invisible referee, constantly roaring as if silently urging the two to finish the battle quickly!

The battle reached a fever pitch, with the two evenly matched fighters unleashing all their skills. Inevitably, powerful spells grazed or were swept into the hurricane.

The magical tornado was like a balloon being inflated wildly, its volume expanding at a visible speed. Energy surged within the column of wind, emitting a deep, chilling roar.

Ultimately, under the relentless "nourishment" of the aftershocks of their spells, a massive tornado nearly filled the entire dueling arena.

The wind column had expanded to its limit, the gray-black wind wall had become almost transparent, and a dangerous light had begun to flicker at its core, like a sun about to explode.

At that moment, Snape's Slicing Curse became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Rumbling--

With a deafening roar, the tornado, having expanded to its maximum extent, exploded like a powder keg with a lit fuse.

The devastating shockwave spread out, instantly leveling the entire dueling arena.

Gravel, soil, and broken wood were thrown high into the air, only to be immediately crushed into dust by even more violent energy.

The gasps from the audience were drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Just then, two pure white, condensed lights suddenly shone, firmly protecting the figures of the two duelists.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle breeze swept across the dueling arena, instantly clearing away the thick dust.

The scene on the field was clearly presented to everyone: Snape and Professor Flitwick stood a dozen feet apart, each enveloped in protective magic that had not yet dissipated, completely unharmed.

Before them, the enormous stone tablet rose rumbled from the newly turned earth, its surface shimmering and finally settling into a single, clear word:

draw!

Without exchanging any words, the two professors tacitly put away their wands, turned to face the roaring audience, and bowed with perfect and solemn movements.

Snape, his black robes billowing, made his way out; Professor Flitwick, on the other hand, straightened his back, waved his little fist in the direction of his house, eliciting even more enthusiastic screams from Ravenclaw, before leaving with light steps.

The magic camera flashed blindingly, and the clicking of the shutter filled the air.

Reporters from various media outlets crowded around the edge of the stands, their eyes like searchlights, greedily capturing every detail on the field, trying to extract more material from this exhibition match.

In the first match, both deans perished together!

But both sides also brought the magical duel to its ultimate form, perfectly igniting the passion of all the young wizards.

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up with a smile, gently raising his hand to quell the clamor, his voice carrying clearly throughout the hall:

"Thank you, Severus and Philius, for this unparalleled, textbook demonstration of dueling. Although they did not achieve a victor, the brilliance of courage, wisdom, and magic has illuminated Hogwarts!"

He paused, his deep blue eyes sweeping across the room, and solemnly announced, "Now, let us take a short break and begin the second equally anticipated duel—by our exceptionally skilled Transfiguration master, Professor Minerva McGonagall!"

He then pointed to the other end of the faculty seating area: "A showdown—the formidable Professor Sagles Greengrass! Ladies and gentlemen, let's wait and see!"

"Alas--!!!"

The Gryffindor lion cubs immediately let out a loud roar, but amidst their excitement, some of the young wizards expressed their concerns.

"Professor McGonagall... is she really alright?" Seamus swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Sagrais's tall, imposing figure. "I mean... Professor Greengrass is really not someone to mess with..."

“Don’t talk nonsense, Seamus!” Neville’s face turned bright red, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to encourage Professor McGonagall. “Professor McGonagall is the vice-principal, and my grandmother says she’s incredibly capable…”

Ron joined the discussion, frowning as he tried to recall: "But... has any of you ever seen Professor McGonagall actually do anything? I mean, aside from deducting points and putting people in solitary confinement..."

“Idiot, Transfiguration isn’t just about turning the podium into a pig!” Hermione said without turning her head. “Professor Greengrass emphasized in the first dueling class that Transfiguration is a strategic magic on the battlefield, and Professor McGonagall is a master of it!”

“Speaking of which,” Dean Thomas interjected, his eyes still sparkling from the previous match, “I never expected Professor Flitwick, who is usually such a kind person, to be so formidable in a fight!”

“Professor Flitwick is, after all, a former dueling champion; his strength is to be expected.” Harry stared intently at the ring, saying, “What surprised me was Snape. He’s actually this good… In the first class, he was being dominated by Professor Greengrass, and I thought…”

Ron, who was beside him, nodded in deep agreement.

"By the way... why isn't Professor Sprout here?" Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff looked around and asked curiously.

"Come on, Professor Sprout prefers dealing with magical plants and herbs to dueling..."

“That’s right, Professor Sprout is gentle and kind; she wouldn’t even use a slightly harsh exorcism spell on a naughty elf…”

"Shh—be quiet, the two professors are about to begin!"

Sagres and Professor McGonagall stood before the stone tablet, tacitly choosing the "random scenario" as before.

The surface of the stone tablet shimmered and changed color, eventually settling on the large characters "Barren Mountainous Area" before sinking into the ground.

The once flat arena seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, instantly creating a rugged terrain: jagged rocks were half-buried in the soil, withered yellow weeds stubbornly pushed their way out of the cracks, and low, twisted shrubs dotted the landscape, creating a desolate and bleak scene.

“Professor McGonagall,” Professor Greengrass bowed slightly, “since this is an exhibition match, why don’t we focus on demonstrating the practical application of Transfiguration and give the children a vivid and engaging demonstration lesson on Transfiguration?”

Professor McGonagall's gaze was sharp, yet a rare smile appeared on her face: "Then you'd better be on your guard, Sagrais. I may be patient and persuasive on the podium, but here, I will show no mercy."

“That would be wonderful, Professor McGonagall…” Sagrais said with a smile, “but I’m no longer the student I was back then. In all these years since I left Hogwarts, I’ve never slacked off in my study of Transfiguration…”

“Very well,” Professor McGonagall replied succinctly, her wand already slightly raised. “I’ll be watching.”

Before he finished speaking, Sagres had already gracefully and swiftly pointed at a boulder from a distance—the surface of the boulder immediately softened and reshaped under the effect of the transformation spell…

With a loud cry, a giant blue-black eagle with sharp eyes and an amazing wingspan burst out of the ground and soared straight into the sky.

"Wow—!" The Ravenclaw stands erupted in exclamations of amazement.

The giant eagle circled once above the dueling arena, its cold eyes quickly locking onto Mag on the ground.

Then it folded its wings and transformed into a sharp gray shadow, swiftly swooping down towards Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall remained unfazed. Almost at the same time as Sargeras made his move, she calmly pointed her wand at another boulder of similar size not far away—the boulder swelled and writhed violently, and then a deep lion's roar resounded throughout the entire area!

A lion with its mane bristling and majestic gaze leaped up from the ground. It lowered its front body, its muscles bulging, and then suddenly pushed off the ground. Its massive body displayed astonishing agility, soaring into the air like a cannonball to meet the swooping giant eagle.

"Professor McGonagall!!" The roar from the Gryffindor camp almost reached the heavens.

The two enormous objects collided with a deafening crash in mid-air, the dull thud making one's teeth ache.

Stone chips flew everywhere as the giant eagle's talons carved deep marks into the lion's body, while the lion opened its massive jaws and bit down hard on the eagle's wing.

However, in close combat, the lion, with its superior size and strength, clearly has the upper hand.

Sagres' expression remained unchanged, and he waved his wand again, causing the giant eagle form, which had been suppressed by the lion, to instantly flow and change like mercury.

Its body suddenly elongated, and its feathers transformed into snake scales. In the blink of an eye, a thick and ferocious giant python replaced the giant eagle.

The giant python twisted its body nimbly, and in less than two seconds it tightly coiled around the lion's neck and waist, then a deadly strangulation force erupted instantly.

"Beautiful!" The Slytherin students couldn't help but cheer loudly, both for the exquisite transformation and for the fact that their house's iconic animal had managed to suppress Gryffindor.

Just as the giant lion was about to be crushed, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand precisely forward—and the entangled lion's form suddenly collapsed.

Its size shrank instantly, and with a twist of its body, it transformed into a black and white badger.

Although its oppressive power is not as strong as that of a lion, it is exceptionally agile and slippery, like an eel, it slips away from the python's deadly noose in a flash.