Chapter 157 Carol

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway.

Most people in the stands only saw Percy defeat his opponent easily, but they didn't know how complicated Percy's operation was.

First of all, they couldn't hear the spell he was reciting. Others can't hear the spell you recite, so naturally they don't know what spell you are casting. This little trick is not difficult, as long as you practice for a period of time.

This is not what surprised Mike the most.

In Mike's eyes, casting a spell is like shooting with a gun, and the spell released has its own trajectory like the bullet fired from a gun. But the spell released by Percy can't see the trajectory at all, as if it has hit the target the moment it is released.

Mike guessed correctly that this should be a special casting technique.

Now Mike can be sure that Percy is the heir of Slytherin. The casting technique that can make the spell lose its trajectory is not something Percy can obtain at all.

"Mike, Mike! Stop being in a daze. Senior Carol's match has begun!" Franklin suddenly said excitedly when Mike was lost in thought.

Mike, who had just woken up, looked at Franklin unhappily.

How could this guy Franklin become so tactless now? Didn't he see that he was thinking about something?

Thinking so in his heart, Mike didn't say anything, and looked at the arena below with an expressionless face.

I don't know when the female student union president of Hogwarts has been fighting with her opponent, a Gryffindor student.

I saw a series of spells with dazzling light constantly appearing, and the whole duel field was filled with various colors of magic aura under the agitation of magic power.

"Hu~Hu"

Carol panted violently, and the dull pain in her chest made her a little breathless.

This was the injury caused by the opponent in the previous rounds, and a mere week could not heal this kind of internal injury.

Thinking of this, Carol unconsciously glanced at the suspended attic.

'Damn Lockhart! What kind of crappy rules are set? '

Just as she cursed Lockhart in her heart, a bright red spell shot towards her while she was in a daze.

Carol, whose attention was attracted by the suspended attic, had no time to dodge and could only watch it hit her.

The red light collided with the armor and exploded into fine powder and gradually dissipated, but several cracks appeared on Carol's armor.

Carol, who was frightened and sweating, gritted her teeth, stared fiercely at the Gryffindor player on the opposite side, raised her hand and shot out a shard of bones in retaliation.

However, this was useless. The Gryffindor player on the opposite side did not even move his feet. He flicked his wand with magic power and knocked away the spell flying towards him. This was not the end. After knocking away Carol's shard of bones, he seemed to feel that he had won the battle and actually showed a mocking smile to Carol in front of him.

Seeing this, Carol's teeth were about to break, but she was powerless.

Although she was the female student president of Hogwarts, her strength could only be considered first-class among the 7th graders of Hogwarts. After all, in addition to strength, the student president needs management and social skills.

The Gryffindor player opposite her was also a 7th grade student, and was the kind of outstanding student who had the best chance of being recruited into the Auror Corps. This kind of combat-type top student was not a nerd with only theoretical knowledge. The opponent's practical experience was no worse than that of the ordinary band and striker of the Ministry of Magic.

If the opponent's injuries were not more serious than hers, she might have lost by now.

The Gryffindor player on the opposite side felt extremely happy when he saw Carol's expression of being angry to the point of exploding but unable to do anything to him. Driven by this emotion, he felt that the wounds on his body that had not yet healed did not hurt much.

With a right step, he dodged the disarming spell that Carol shot with hatred. The Gryffindor player's face gradually became serious. He decided to end the game.

"Burning flames!"

A ball of fire emitting terrifying heat appeared on the tip of his wand. This was a variation of the fire spell that he painstakingly researched with inspiration from Mike. Although this fireball was far inferior to Mike in terms of flexibility, it was indeed better than Mike in terms of power.

He believed that even if this fireball did not directly hit Carol on the opposite side, the shock wave and high temperature brought by the explosion of the fireball would allow him to win the game.

Carol looked at the huge fireball in despair and murmured:

"Am I going to lose? Am I... still not as good as that person after all?"

Gradually, the cheers of the surrounding audience and Lockhart's annoying commentary all disappeared. The terrifying heat emitted by the huge fireball distorted the air around it, making it seem to be constantly distorted and changing, a little unreal.

Not sure if she was having an illusion, Carol felt that the fireball that was hitting her slowly turned into a smiling face, a mocking face of Mike.

It was as if Mike was mocking her.

As if stimulated by something, Carol shouted at the fireball in front of her:

"I won't accept it! Why? Why am I not the one who is selected as the seed player of Ravenclaw! I am obviously the student with the highest status in the whole Ravenclaw.

Why does Professor Flitwick always favor you! I was obviously his favorite student before this!

Why! Obviously... I was here first!

I want to prove it to everyone! I! Carol-Mossen! I am definitely not worse than you, Mike!"

The huge fireball flew slowly with a hurricane, and the wind arrived before the ball.

Penelope stood in the strong wind with a firm expression, and her long hair fluttered behind her, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield. The hearts of the people in the stands were tightened, and they stared at the woman who was confronting the huge fireball with their mouths wide open.

Finally, Carol moved.

She didn't turn around and run away, nor did she raise her hands in surrender.

Instead, she rushed towards the huge fireball!

"Are you crazy?" the Gryffindor boy roared.

He couldn't understand why Carol wanted to win so much. This wasn't a life-and-death battle, it was just a game.

The fireball, like the sun, finally landed on the ground, and the endless flames completely submerged Carol.

"Boom!"

A moment later, the sound of a violent explosion reached everyone's ears, and everyone in the arena stood up and looked down at the duel arena.

Gradually, the thick smoke brought by the explosion gradually dissipated, and the place where Carol had stood was replaced by a huge pit, and Carol was nowhere to be seen.

The circular duel arena fell into a strange silence, and everyone was looking for Carol's figure with their eyes, and many pessimistic girls had already cried.