HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

There were no earth-shattering incantations, nor any dramatic staff-waving techniques.

He casually pointed his wand diagonally upwards, and a dazzling spell light swayed and flew into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful surge of magical energy spread out from the dark clouds, like huge ripples on a calm lake.

A miracle happened.

The heavy, lead-like clouds seemed to be swept away in all directions at an astonishing speed by an unseen giant hand.

The torrential rain seemed to have been paused, with the rain lines breaking and disappearing in the air.

The field and stands, glistening from the rain, were once again exposed to the warm, bright sunlight. The damp air seemed to be instantly wrung out by an invisible hand, becoming fresh and comfortable, even carrying a hint of the fragrance of grass after the rain.

The entire transformation was faster than anyone could have imagined; it took only a few seconds for the rain to turn into sunshine.

Everyone stared blankly at the clear blue, sunny sky, then subconsciously looked down at their instantly dry robes and the ground, as if the torrential rain had just been a brief collective illusion.

After a moment of deathly silence, deafening applause and cheers erupted, more enthusiastic than ever before!

"Merlin's socks!"

"How did he do that?!"

"This is a weather spell?! This really is a weather spell?!"

"Professor Greengrass! That's so cool!"

The students screamed excitedly, their eyes filled with undisguised fervor and adoration as they looked at Sagrais.

Even the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang began to whisper among themselves. Some of the Beauxbatons students only then realized that Professor Greengrass was quite skilled in other magic besides Transfiguration.

"Quiet!"

Sagrass reiterated, his calm voice instantly echoing throughout the hall. This time, however, he didn't use any spells; instead, he simply swept his gaze across the entire room.

Meanwhile, he kept thinking to himself: Let the competition start quickly, there's a Bronze Feathers party tonight after the competition...

After subduing the noisy young wizards with his gaze, Sagrais put away his wand, his face still showing the same calm and unwavering expression.

He didn't turn around to look at the audience's reaction, but simply nodded slightly to Professor McGonagall, who also looked surprised.

“Please continue, Professor McGonagall.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, pursing her lips, quickly regaining her usual composure. But after glancing at the wide-eyed young wizards, she simply said, "The weather's nice, let's begin the competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the names of Fleur and Krum appeared on the stone tablet, and the two walked towards the ring amidst applause and cheers.

Chapter 143 The Powerful Krum

After Sargeras's "weather control," the entire dueling arena was once again filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The warm sunlight shone on the dry ring, and the audience's faces were still flushed with excitement, but all eyes were fixed on the two fighters in the center of the ring.

Fleur Delacour, the jewel of Beauxbatons.

She stood tall and straight, her long silver hair shimmering in the sunlight, a magnificent wand hanging gracefully at her side, her eyes sharp and calm.

Victor Krum, the eagle from Durmstrang, is as silent as a mountain, with a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes in his deep-set eye sockets, and his imposing body contains explosive power.

Having witnessed Sagrass's almost miraculous weather spell, the Red Falcon could hardly contain its excitement.

So after Professor McGonagall calmly announced the entry of the two contestants, she volunteered to ask the serious vice-principal for a more enthusiastic opening speech.

After much pleading and cajoling, she finally convinced Professor McGonagall, and then, under her slightly skeptical gaze, her deliberately impassioned voice immediately resounded throughout the room:

"Ladies and gentlemen! The final round of the Tri-Schools Duel Tournament—the first match! Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons! versus Victor Krum of Durmstrang!!"

Krum and Fleur stood before the stone tablet, and with their confirmation, the scene was randomly set to a magnificent auditorium.

A huge crystal chandelier appeared on the dome, and several stone pillars appeared in the center of the venue.

The thunderous sound of the duel stone tablet falling was still echoing in the air when Krum decisively made his move.

There was no probing, no fancy moves. His wand moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, so fast that it left only a blur.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

A blinding red light tore through the air and blasted towards Furong without reservation.

The power and speed of this spell far exceeded any of his previous spellcastings; clearly, he was holding nothing back against Hibiscus.

Furong's pupils contracted slightly, but she lightly leaped to the left and back.

She did not choose to resist; Beauxbatons' elegance transformed into ultimate dexterity in her.

A red light grazed her flowing silver hair, struck the protective barrier at the sidelines, and stirred up violent ripples.

"So fast!" Hermione exclaimed.

Fleur steadied herself, her wand tracing an arc in the air as she chanted a Latin incantation with a unique rhythm.

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet possessed a strange allure. Instead of a beam of light shooting from the tip of the staff, a swarm of dreamlike pink butterflies gently but swiftly enveloped Krum.

The students from Beauxbatons immediately became excited.

Krum felt the scene before him instantly distort, and Fleur's figure became hazy and extremely attractive, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. He even felt a slight urge to put down his wand.

“A spell that interferes with willpower!” Percy said seriously, arms crossed. “If you haven’t systematically studied Occlumency, it will be extremely dangerous to encounter it!”

But Krum on stage only let out a muffled groan, and a ruthless light instantly flashed in his deep-set eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, and the intense stinging sensation and his almost instinctive, powerful resistance immediately dispelled the alluring mist.

The bewildered eyes instantly regained their clarity, even becoming more ferocious.

"Armor protects you!"

Krum roared, and a solid silver shield instantly formed. Almost at the same moment he finished the incantation, Fleur's second wave of attacks arrived.

Several blazing fireballs slammed into Krum's protective spell, then dissipated into nothingness.

But that wasn't the end. Several beams of icy blue light, radiating a chilling aura, snaked around the edges of Krum's heavy armor and struck the ground beneath his feet with pinpoint accuracy.

"Snap—!"

The stone slab of the arena where Krum stood was instantly covered by a layer of smooth, mirror-like ice, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the very air.

Krum suddenly slipped!

Even though his lower body was extremely stable, his balance was still broken in an instant, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably.

"A great opportunity!" Cedric couldn't help but exclaim from the stands. He knew Krum's strength all too well; any chance to throw him off balance was invaluable.

A smug glint flashed in Fleur's eyes. Without pausing, she pointed her wand at the unsteady Krum: "Faint—"

However, the word "earth" was not uttered yet!

In the instant he lost control of his body, Krum finally displayed the terrifying physical coordination of a world-class Seeker.

Instead of trying to regain his footing, he used the momentum of his fall to roll to the side in an extremely awkward yet incredibly swift motion.

At the same time, he flicked his wand upwards from an incredible angle.

"Crushed to pieces!"

His target wasn't Furong, but a small stone pillar supporting the auditorium not far from him.

Boom—!

The stone pillar shattered instantly!

Huge chunks of rock, carrying shockwaves, shot towards Furong like shotgun pellets.

This was completely unconventional dueling strategy; he used the environment to create a small-scale rockfall storm.

Snape, sitting on the professor's bench, narrowed his eyes, a hint of admiration flashing in his gaze as he looked at Krum, because Krum's move was exactly the same as the one he had used in the exhibition match.

"Watch out!" A commotion erupted in the Beauxbatons stands.

Hibiscus's expression turned serious, and she had no choice but to interrupt the spell to make her faint.

She quickly turned her wand around: "Obstacles!"

A semi-transparent barrier instantly appeared in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

The rubble slammed into the barrier spell. Although it failed to penetrate, the powerful impact caused the barrier to flicker violently. Hibiscus was also shaken back two steps, and the magic she had gathered was scattered.

Krum had already taken the opportunity to stand up steadily, using a shattering spell to blast open the ice beneath his feet and eliminate the threat.

Without pausing, he raised his wand again, pointing it upwards:

"Thunderous explosion!"

The target is the enormous magical ice crystal chandelier hanging above the auditorium, used for decoration and lighting.

A thick, yellow light struck the base of the chandelier.

Boom—Crack!

The enormous ice crystal chandelier, carrying countless shattered ice shards, crashed down toward the center of the arena, covering almost half of the arena.

The icicles refracted the sunlight with a blinding gleam, like a deadly ice rain.

"My God!" The entire audience gasped in shock. This was a suicidal tactic!

Furong's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She immediately understood Krum's intention—to use a wide-range, indiscriminate falling attack to force her to either withstand it head-on or expend a large amount of magic power for wide-range defense or evasion, thus exposing a fatal weakness.

On the Quidditch field, Krum was known for his precise and ruthless "destructive" tactics.

He doesn't just target the Golden Snitch; his specialty is using his own Quake and Driftballs to outmaneuver his opponents.

At the critical moment, Fleur demonstrated her extraordinary depth as a representative of Beauxbatons.

She did not choose to defend against the enormous chandelier itself—her wand moved rapidly in front of her, and she chanted spells in rapid succession.

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

"Immediately imprison them!"

"Frost has formed!"