36 Chapter 36: Demonstrating Skill
Chapter 36: Demonstrating Skill
In previous chapters.
Little by little, without anyone noticing, a scene was taking place on the platform and there was a dense fog and a silhouette could be seen.
"It's my turn" says the voice ...
A continuation
"It's my turn" says the voice, saying that the dragon lands on the platform and magically dissipates, but if you looked at the platform there was a 195cm man, hair golden, eyes golden, he wore a Victorian costume; unadorned black. yes it was Max
Max's point of view
After my big dramatic and eye-catching entry, I felt like John Cena entering the ring, raising my fist.
Suddenly roar is heard.
Grgrrrrrrrr!
The public quite excited by the super striking entrance, in ovation they shouted "tyrant, tyrant, tyrant, tyrant, tyrant, tyrant"
Host Arman approached me excitedly, it was clearly worth all his efforts "Champion welcome! How do you feel?"
"I feel good, although I want to ask you a question, don't you smell the air?" I ask him with a smile.
"I don't smell anything, Champion," Arman says, playing along.
"And you in the stands, don't you smell the smell in the air?" I ask the audience with a smile.
The audience uniformly yells "no!"
"But, I am smell the smell of beat up" I say and keep asking "you are not?"
The excited audience yells "beat up beat up" clearly when one made a cheeky statement, these guys in the stands would get more excited and supportive.
Look at my opponent, he was an African man named Ashanti Ghana IV, a common name in Africa and of a height; 2m, he was dressed in Kanga; traditional orange color of his country.
IMHO it was an incredibly striking target.
"Are you ready for this duel?" I ask him in African language.
Surprised that I knew their language, he tells me.
"Champion, it is an honor to fight with you, win or lose I will go home with a story to tell" Ashanti replied and beat his chest in respect.
I close my eyes, thinking about his words and clearly he was a man of very few words.
"You can then get ready" I say that and hit my chest in respect.
"Of course and now to witness this epic match, our dear referee Aberforth Dumbledore!" says Arman excitedly.
Aberforth walks up to the middle platform between the two witches and says "I want an honorable and fair duel, you can only win the duel by stunning, wounding or your opponent surrendering and you cannot kill the opponent, Understood."
Ashanti and I answer "yes / yes"
(This got me thinking of the words Iris, as the Aberforth of the future apparently gained more fame than his brother and perhaps should promote him, with newspaper posts here and there) I think wickedly.
We both present our wands, in keeping with the tradition of dueling. I measured half a turn and they walk the ten steps, then they turn me around and look into the opponent's eyes with great battle intent.
"When the bell rings, the duel starts," says Arman.
Ting, Ting.
I keep my wand in the holster of my hand, since you don't need a submachine gun to kill a duck, and so my opponent walks, I observe him throw <Expelliarmus> at me, with my index finger I point a <Depulse>, before it hits and they repel each other, I push it to my left and keep moving forward with the same spell on my finger.
My opponent quickly threw two at me, from my observation they were <Immobulus> and <Bombarda>, I gently moved my hand as if it were a whip and repelled <Immobulus> before hitting to my right, again move my hand like a whip and repel < Bombarde> in another to my left.
My opponent was surprised by my reflexes, since I was very close to him; about 7 steps away and without giving it a chance, he cast the Depulso spell that was already overloaded.
At near-impossible speed for the eye, he strikes the <Bulch> spell at Ashanti. As if caught by an invisible force, it is thrown backwards and collides heavily with the fence of the stands.
Aberforth walks over and to see if he is able to continue. When seeing Ashanti is unconscious he announces the winner "The winner, of this duel is the Maximillium Dovahkiin!"
"Oh my merlin! What a beating! The champion did not hold back at all! " says Arman
The crowd in the stands, recovering from their surprise, began to shout with excitement "Tyrant. Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant "
Before someone asks me something, he cast the non-verbal spell <Expecto Patronum>, and it immediately rises from the ground; a 90-meter colossal golden dragon flying into the sky. when it rises to a certain height it roars tyrannically.
GrGrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!!!!
But now the champion had disappeared from the platform. Clearly the maddened crowd "Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant !!!"
Hermione's POV
"So Mr. Max is your grandfather?" I ask, but I was thinking (I clearly never thought that this Iris girl was related to my idol and clearly I must have guessed from his last name).
"Yes, he is my grandfather, even when I went to study at Hogwarts; He went with my grandmothers to another place and no one could tell me where they went" Iris replied, without taking her eyes off the platform and continued "But knowing my grandfather, it was surely an adventure. "
Suddenly roar is heard.
Grgrrrrrrrr!
"Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant, Tyrant!" and you hear a crowd.
Ron and Harry are awakened by the roar
"Where we are?" Harry asks, looking around puzzled
"What is that thing?! Asks a very surprised Ron.
"Oh guys finally wake up, we're in France watching the World Dueling Championship" I say while thinking (I always thought she was a powerful witch, but seeing how easily Mr. Dovahkiin stunned Harry, Ron and me. I have begun to doubt it).
"How did we get here?" Harry asks.
"Mr. Dovahkiin stunned us" I say
"That conceited idiot Stun us ?!" asked my husband Ron
Clearly I was quite surprised and I can understand why we only felt our sight become obscured and we fell to the ground passed out to the ground. The worst thing is that we didn't even realize it.
Suddenly, the audience could be heard excited and shouting "Beating, beating, beating!"
Looking at the platform I see Mr. Max, he is clearly speaking with his opponent in the African language and I never thought of studying another language; apart from French, English and Latin. I certainly discovered something new about my idol; It made me very happy and it's not that I blindly follow an idol. It's just that after the Gilderoy Lockhart fiasco I was disappointed in authority figures and went out for a walk around Hogsmeade, on the ledge of my favorite book store I was able to look at a book that I hadn't seen, but it was incredibly expensive, certainly not it was a book that any wizard or witch could afford. On the cover of the book a photo of Mr. Max, I clearly recognized him and it was because he was the same wizard that I saw when I entered the leaky cauldron and saw the magical world for the first time. He left a great impression on me and when I returned to Hogwarts I asked Madame Pince about the book, of which she told me excitedly. He said that his books were not allowed at Hogwarts, plus most of those books were very expensive, almost 3000 galleons per book, I was shocked.
I never saw such an expensive book, I asked him why, and he told me that the man was a legend and a teacher in many magical branches, he was also 60 years old, but he looked 20 years old, and that was because of his own work, thanks a branch magical that he created, the magic of White Rituals and with it you could live 500 years and see yourself young. Certainly that day my perception of the magical world changed. And I thought he would covet his knowledge like Nicola Flamel did, but not my idol published it in books that spanned 18 wonderful volumes, plus he was the creator of the Werewolf Annihilator potion.
He had certainly contributed to the world magical community and his books were adored by the entire global magical world, translated into many languages. The worst thing is that he never asked for an award and was never given one. He was such an incredible man that when he saw the war, he gathered the magical innocents, he sheltered them in the city that he created to keep them safe.
Leaving my thoughts I see platform. Duel is about to begin ...
to be continue…
