Chapter 36: Huge guy with a tiny PP

Marcus Flint stood on a high stage at the same time as Cyrus.

The stage looked a bit like it was built with dining tables. Flint looked at his opponent warily while blushing with shame.

The other party seemed so relaxed and at ease, not taking him seriously at all.

He felt humiliated and embarrassed, but in fact, except for the Gryffindor students who were deliberately heckled, none of the other students felt that there was anything inappropriate about it.

After all, a few minutes ago, the first-year student named Ginny Weasley turned a dozen Slytherin students into dried snakes and hung them from the ceiling of the auditorium.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson this time!" Flint said in a serious tone.

He really had no confidence, and he was sweating just looking at Cyrus's fingertips twirling the wand.

"I hope you can perform better after learning from Professor Snape, otherwise Slytherin's level will really disappoint me." Cyrus said nonchalantly.

For a guy like Flint who has more brawn than brains, Tom Riddle could teach him a lesson at the level of a first year curse. To be honest, it might be more dangerous for him to rush over with his fists while holding a wand.

"Come on, I'll give you a move." Cyrus said generously, "You can cast the spell first, or you can do a sneak attack."

His arrogant attitude made Flint grit his teeth, but the Slytherin gorilla did not refuse. He just tightened his grip on the wand and breathed hard.

'Don't be nervous Marcus, you were just careless before. '

He kept telling himself in his mind.

'She's just a first-year wizard, you can't lose! '

Lockhart started again, but this time Flint didn't take the lead. He kept looking at Cyrus vigilantly, ready to defend at any time, fearing that the same spell he cast before would be deflected by Cyrus.

"What's wrong, you don't want to do anything?" Cyrus felt a little ridiculous when he saw Flint's timid appearance. He originally looked like a gorilla, but now he looks more like a turtle with a shrunken head.

He took a step forward, and Flint immediately couldn't help but take a step back. This embarrassing look made the Slytherin wizards couldn't help but curse.

"What are you doing Flint?"

"a shame!"

"Teach her a lesson!"

"Quit Slytherin, you loser!" Malfoy scolded the loudest.

It was as if they were not the ones who were afraid of Ginny; as if they were the brave ones, and Marcus was the only cowardly loser.

Marcus glared at him fiercely, and Malfoy immediately shrank his head and did not dare to speak.

Now, the gorilla was finally forced to do something about it.

He raised his wand - Cyrus was glad he remembered that he was a wizard - and fired a stunner.

Cyrus knew it was a coma spell because Marcus said it loudly.

Flint hasn't mastered the secret of silent spells yet, that is, he can cast those small evil spells that are not on the table more smoothly.

Cyrus didn't bothered to put up a defense. He turned his head slightly to dodge the over-the-top attack.

A duel is not as simple as standing around and firing magic spells. The battle with Marcus even made Cyrus find it very boring.

He gave the opponent a few moves, or in other words, his intention to release the spell with Marcus was so obvious every time that Cyrus easily dodged it.

This was too easy for him, but the audience in the auditorium were terrified.

From their perspective, "Ginny Weasley" didn't fight back for some reason, but could only avoid Marcus' attacks. Every time Marcus's curse rubbed "Ginny's" little body Flying over, hitting the wall hard.

"Ginny, fight back!" Ron yelled in fright.

"Knock her down, Flint!" The wizards of Slytherin were not to be outdone.

Everyone in every house is very nervous. People in three houses are worried about Ginny, but the Slytherin students are looking forward to it, hoping that Flint can avenge his shame!

Even Marcus Flint himself thought he had the upper hand. He shot out more and more curses and aggressively attacked while approaching, trying to put more pressure on Cyrus.

Ginny Weasley?

Just a small kid!

He thought, feeling that he had a chance to win!

Only Snape could see that Cyrus was at ease, and even at ease was a euphemism.

'She is not even taking him seriously,' Snape thought.

His eyes were very gloomy.

A first-year freshman who has only been in school for half a semester can defeat a senior wizard. This is already a fantasy outcome. Not to mention that the difference in strength between the two people now is almost as big as clouds and mud.

No need to think too much, there is definitely something wrong with Ginny Weasley!

"You bore me terribly, Mr. Flint."

On the stage, Cyrus was tired of this kind of childish play-house battle. He flicked his wrist and his wand made a whooshing sound in the air.

Flint's powerful spell was actually shattered by Cyrus in front of him. In Cyrus's eyes, the seemingly powerful spell was just a useless firework.

Marcus paused, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.

The indomitable momentum just now was extinguished. Now holding the wand, he was stared at by Cyrus's eyes, and he actually felt fearful.

Cyrus slowly picked up the wand and shot a powerful spell!

The light of the curse instantly illuminated the astonished faces of the circle of young wizards surrounding the stage. They subconsciously closed their eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.

" Protego!" Marcus Flint shouted urgently.

Boom!

Then a muffled sound was heard, as if a firecracker had exploded.

The stage seemed to shake a few times.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked timidly.

Harry never moved his eyes: "Flint blocked the spell."

Flint was swaying on the stage, as if he was drunk, and his hands were numb, but he still blocked the spell.

Flint breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, at least the curse could be blocked, right?

But he didn't know that this was just the power that Cyrus used for dueling. What's more, a qualified Protego spell should not only block attacks, but also rebound the power of the spell.

"How many times can you block it, Flint?" Cyrus asked teasingly.

Marcus looked at the cute face of "Ginny", but swallowed in fear, as if what he saw now was not a cute little girl, but a ferocious beast!

He couldn't help but take a few steps back, but heard another, more terrifying sound coming from behind him.

"Use the spell I taught you, Flint—" Snape roared in his characteristic way of speaking.

Flint was shocked and took another step in the direction of Cyrus.

Instead of becoming braver, it felt like there were thorns growing on his back, forcing him to move forward.

"Serpensortia"

The front end of his wand exploded, and a black snake sprang out of the wand, landed heavily on the ground, raised its body, opened its fangs, and started roaring!

The little wizards surrounding the stage immediately jumped away in fear, their faces turning pale.

Marcus watched the spell taught by Snape take effect and immediately looked at Cyrus with pride.

Yet he could see no fear on Cyrus's face.

In fact, Cyrus was looking at the little black snake he summoned.

Compared with the basilisk, it is as small as a black snake, but it also grins. It doesn't look scary at all, but rather cute.

"What's wrong, Flint, don't tell me you plan to scare me with this thing?" Cyrus chuckled.

He controlled Parseltongue very well and would not say it without knowing it like Harry did. 

"Don't worry big guy, size doesn't matter every time, the little ones are cute too."

Flint felt that he had been humiliated.

Although he had been humiliated enough during this period, he still couldn't swallow this breath.

Seeing Ginny's annoying look, he simply became heartbroken and cast another spell at the snake.

This time it's a swelling spell.

The black snake seemed to be inflated, and it immediately swelled!

Its head almost reached the ceiling, and with a powerful sweep of its tail, Flint himself was knocked away first.

The auditorium suddenly fell into chaos. The little wizards screamed and ran around like a pot of rats, only to bump into each other.

"Waaa" Lockhart's legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

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