The young wizards looked at each other, but no one volunteered to go on stage.

There was a noisy whisper below.

This was an opportunity to compete with the professor in an open and aboveboard manner. The question was, who should be chosen?

Felix smiled, "Is there anyone willing to give it a try? This is a rare opportunity."

Harry felt itchy in his heart and his lips were dry. He had received special training from Professor Hepp during the summer vacation, so he naturally knew that there was a huge gap between the two.

But how big the gap was, he could never see it.

Moreover, just now, he suddenly had an idea, could he get the information he wanted through one-on-one guidance?

While he was hesitating, the first person appeared, Percy Weasley.

He bowed solemnly, "As the president of the male student union, I am willing to set an example for others."

"Very good, Weasley, which professor do you choose?" Felix looked at him encouragingly.

"Professor Flitwick." Percy said without hesitation.

He had thought it through before coming up. Among the three professors, Snape was widely acknowledged to be unfriendly to Gryffindor. Although his life would not be in danger against him, he would inevitably make a fool of himself, so he ruled it out.

Professor Happ did not fight much, but the disarming spell he used last year was too impressive. Percy was worried that Professor Happ would use a spell of this level to greet him,

so he ruled it out as well. With this in mind, Professor Flitwick was almost the most suitable choice. He had a cheerful and gentle personality, and was not very strict with the young wizards, so there were very few cases of deductions.

In the several times he guided and taught in the duel class last school year, he also seemed to be at ease and did not let the students get embarrassed.

"I choose Professor Flitwick." Percy repeated.

Soon, Flitwick and Percy stood face to face, and Flitwick reminded him, "Don't forget what I said before." He spent more than an hour explaining his fighting style in detail.

Percy nodded, and the two raised their wands to salute, and then officially began the duel.

Percy attacked first, and a Disarming Charm broke through the air, but Flitwick just turned his head to avoid it, his eyes fixed on his opponent's hand.

Almost at the same time, a bright spell hit Percy. Fortunately, he had rehearsed before going on stage. After casting the Disarming Charm, he jumped aside without thinking and chanted the Shield Charm at the same time.

"Armor!"

As soon as the Shield Charm was formed, it was met with Flitwick's spell.

"Good response, Percy." Flitwick praised. He consciously controlled the rhythm of his attack, and after about three minutes, he defeated Percy neatly with the Binding Charm.

Flitwick commented: "You are quite skilled in spells and have your own logic, but it can be seen that you don't have much practical experience and your reaction was a bit hasty."

Percy broke free from the ropes on his body, straightened the wrinkles on his robes, and said formally: "Thank you, Professor Flitwick, I will pay attention in the future."

He bowed and walked down the gilded stage. The little wizards of Gryffindor cheered excitedly.

"We are the first!"

"Percy, how does it feel to face the professor? Is it stressful?" someone asked him.

Percy explained: "It is indeed a bit stressful, but you don't have time to think about it. You must concentrate."

With the first person to take the lead, the little wizards became enthusiastic and their timidity was gone. Soon the second student stood on the gilded stage.

It was still a Gryffindor, Oliver Wood, who was tall and was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I, I choose Professor Hep."

Felix saluted him face to face, and Wood whispered, "Professor, please go easy on me, I'm most afraid of you."

"Then why did you choose me?"

"Hehe, I'm about to graduate anyway, and it's very face-saving to say it out." Wood said innocently.

It's very face-saving, very good...

When the duel just started, Wood was still shouting: "Exit you--"

A red light brushed his hair and directly extinguished the words behind him. The power of the spell made his hair stand up.

He looked at Professor Hep in horror. If he was hit, wouldn't he be broken in half from the middle of his body? He looked at the professor, who was smiling and motioning him to continue.

"I..."

Soon, the students witnessed a thorough suppression. In the first few minutes, Wood didn't even cast a complete spell before being interrupted by various silent spells. It

was not until Wood closed his eyes and recited a disarming spell regardless that the duel began to become normal.

Professor Heppe no longer stopped Wood from chanting spells, and the two of them kept firing spells of various colors at each other.

The duel strategy adopted by Professor Heppe was the defense/avoidance-counterattack that he had introduced in the previous duel class. There was a theoretical basis for each action,

combined with Flitwick's previous words, they had more insights, and even the freshmen could intuitively feel something.

After seven or eight minutes, Wood admitted defeat in a sweat. Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not proficient in silent spells, and your intention to duel is too obvious; moreover, you don't have a fixed routine.

In the performance just now, you cast twelve spells, including dueling spells such as the Disarming Spell and the Shield Spell, as well as minor evil spells such as the Tripping Spell and the Tickling Spell. Among them, the Disarming Spell was cast three times, the Shield Spell was cast twice, the Tripping Spell was cast twice, and the Tickling Spell was cast once...

It's not that you can't use minor evil spells, but you must choose spells carefully. For example, the Tripping Spell cannot subdue the opponent directly, which means that you have wasted a great opportunity to attack and hit.

In addition, the power of your spells is not particularly outstanding, which means that you don't have a main spell..."

Wood humbly accepted the advice and wiped the sweat off his face.

Next, the Gryffindor students wanted to go on stage, but the other three colleges refused. A Slytherin student stood up directly. He was the seventh-year prefect, Geoffrey.

"Professor Snape, please guide the students." He said respectfully.

Snape put down his hands that were crossed in front of his chest, drew his wand from his black robe, and walked to the center with his sleeves fluttering.

Facing the Slytherin students, Snape obviously let them go, otherwise, according to his temper, he would have knocked his opponent down with a spell. But this time, he rarely attacked, but took a defensive posture.

Geoffrey's first spell hit the ground three feet away from Snape. Snape said coldly: "Are you worried about accidentally hurting me, Geoffrey? Attack with all the spells you can think of. Duel is a serious matter!"

Next, Geoffrey began to attack from different angles, and spells of various colors were shot at the opposite side. The young wizards saw an amazing defensive teaching.

Snape rarely used protective spells such as the Iron Armor Charm. His eyesight was extremely good, and he always easily picked up the flying spells one by one. Facing a black mist suspected of black magic, he touched his wand on it and turned them into a large ball of white water mist.

Snape walked out of the water mist, and his hazy face became clear. He approached Geoffrey step by step, casually caught the oncoming spell with his wand, and flicked it aside.

Soon Geoffrey was forced to the edge of the stage and had to bow his head and admit defeat.

"It was really wonderful! Did you see it?" The Slytherin students responded with warm applause.

Harry couldn't suppress his desire and rushed to the ring.

Snape looked at Harry with a mocking expression and lowered his voice so that only they could hear his words: "Can't you help it? Like your father, you like to be in the spotlight. Maybe this makes you feel special. You know, the feeling of a savior..."

"I don't think I'm special. Things just find me!" Harry said, "Like Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban. I knew nothing about him before."

"Don't mention that disgusting name." Snape said indifferently.

Harry said in an affirmative tone: "I have seen the records of your school days. You don't like each other, but there must be deeper reasons..."

Snape's expression became unfathomable. He pursed his lips tightly, as if trying hard to hold back from saying harsh words.