Sorry, I'm Not Targeting You, I Mean, All The Slytherins Here Are Rubbish!(1)

Professor Sprout almost rushed to deny Professor Snape's theory.

"How can you let Blake, a first-year wizard, duel with seniors?"

"Don't worry Pmona. Snape, thank you for thinking it out!" Professor McGonagall said as she reassured Professor Sprout.

She then turned to look at Dumbledore. It could be seen that although Dumbledore was a little unhappy. But there was no intention of him going up to stop it.

Dumbledore also caught Professor McGonagall's gaze. He turned his head and said softly,

"I trust Blake."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Snape's little gesture. However, he is still very confident in Blake's ability.

Not to mention his other spells. Just talking about Blake's Transfiguration right now.

While it would not be easy to defeat him, a duel was not simply a competition to see whose spell was stronger.

He was a master of transfiguration. So Dumbledore deeply knew how important the transformation spell would be in a duel.

Professor Flitwick also said,

"I also believe in Blake. Actually, Blake hasn't been idle these days. He has been coming to me for advice on duelling skills."

"I have never seen such a talented little wizard! Trust me, Flint is no match for Blake."

Seeing both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick say that. Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout were temporarily relieved.

At this time, the audience was also in an uproar. The little wizards shouted that it was unfair.

Apparently, Blake had almost won the duel with Malfoy. But Professor Snape stepped in and not even a victory was announced.

He just decided to make Blake challenge the senior students. This was simply bringing out his shameless traits to the extreme.

The Slytherin students also retorted. They said that Blake was not strong enough and could only speak well. He was not fit to be the chairman of the duelling club.

For a while, there was a commotion in the auditorium. Even the professors fear that a fight could break out at any moment.

They had no choice but to go down and appease the students of their respective houses.

On stage, Snape said with a half-smile,

"It's just a drill, not a real duel. Blake, you are the president of the Dueling Club,"

"Would you like to demonstrate it to everyone?"

Hearing Snape's words, all the Slytherin snakes(students) nodded in agreement.

Although students from other houses refuted with their mouths. But in the bottom of my heart, I don't want Blake to be timid.

You couldn't really convince the public with just one mouth!

Blake sighed again, "I gave you a chance, really. But you...you just have to rush to get beaten."

"What did you say?" Snape looked at Blake suspiciously.

Blake clapped his hands, "Nothing."

"I just want to say... I wanted to live in peace with you. But in exchange, you decided to rely on alienation and hostility."

"Forget it, I won't pretend anymore, I'm going to give you a show! I'm actually the strongest one here!"

He carried his heavy wand and walked directly in front of Flint.

"Come on. I'll give you three chances to use your spells. You can attack me first."

The smile faded from Flint's face and he looked at Blake with an ugly face.

'Make him attack with three spells first? This guy actually didn't take himself seriously?'

Flint's strength was good among his peers. In fact, he was very strong. He could be regarded as an old-school bully in the same grade.

He has always been the one who bullied others and not the other way around. Flint had never been this disrespected. His face turned pale with anger.

"Blake, are you crazy? Three spells?"

"Yeah! That means he can't fight back in the first place."

"During a duel, if one is hit, one spell can determine the winner. How could he ask him to cast three spells?"

"Is there a possibility that Blake is really as strong as he says?"

"He may be really strong, but just standing and being hit three times, no matter how you look at it, he feels a little silly."

In the audience, Blake's friends all looked at Blake worriedly. But a habit that had been cultivated for a long time gave them a kind of blind trust in Blake again. Blake would never say something like that casually.

Flint was really going crazy.

If he agreed and used three spells or something, it won't matter if he wins. Because others will still have something to say.

It will be normal to say that Blake let him three spells and lost.

Flint couldn't let this situation develop like this!

"Although I'm not that strong, but... I don't need you to give me free chances!" said Flint angrily.

Blake laughed, "Not strong? I can see that you are being quite humble. Come on, since you want to challenge me, don't dawdle."

"After I defeat you, whoever wants to challenge me from your side, can just come up. There is no need to use any drill as an excuse."

When Blake's voice just fell, the little wizard in the audience was suddenly in an uproar.

"This is crazy!"

The Weasley twins looked at each other and said in unison.

"But...I like it!"

The little snakes in Slytherin were going crazy. What did Blake mean by that?

It was clear that the whole House of Slytherin despised them! Even Snape's face darkened.

Blake stood on the stage with a smile and looked at the raging Slytherins over there.

Since he had already offended the entire house, Then it didn't matter how much more he continued to offend them!

Blake revelled in the feeling as more and more treasure chests were deposited in his system storage.

'Why was Slytherin's drop rate so rubbish? Not even a few good treasure chests appeared? Why are they all bronze? What about Snape?

Tsk, even Snape only gave a silver treasure chest?'

Once he checked the quality of the chests, there was a look of disappointment on Blake's face.

He thought that this wave would make him a lot of money. However, Blake's disappointed look fell into the eyes of the Slytherins on the opposite side.

'This was blatant sarcasm. What do you mean, do you think there is no one strong in Slytherin?'

The Slytherins in the audience went crazy.

"Flint! If you won't kill that boy, you'll give it to me!"

"Hurry up and shoot! What are you dawdling about? Don't tell me you're a guy who only knows how to mess around?"

"Are you okay? If not, I'll come!"

The urging sound from the audience made Flint very angry.

"I see!"

He glared hard at Blake. And beside him.vMalfoy saw that something was wrong. With one step, he retreated behind Snape.

Blake smiled at Flint.

"Since you're angry, why aren't you attacking?"

An angry Flint stopped talking nonsense. Even the etiquette before the duel was not followed.

He directly raised his wand.

"Curse of the conjunctiva!"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

"Densaugeo!"

Flint didn't pause much once he started. All kinds of strange poisonous curses slammed on Blake's body.

It could be seen that this guy was knowledgeable in spells. At least these harmful curses are well practised. And he's pretty smart.

The first spell was the Eye Sickness Curse. This spell damaged the eyesight of the victim.

Once one was hit, basically, there was no way to avoid any of the poisonous curses coming!

He really wanted Blake to suffer from this set of small tricks. He couldn't stand him.

But... Although Flint was much stronger he still had the same old problem as Malfoy.

Their actions and attack targets were just too obvious. Blake knew where his spell was going to land even before he used it.

There is not even a single person who can force him to use his domineering knowledge skill, so Blake lost interest in the fight.

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