As Blake said, the people around him took two steps back spontaneously.
Blake pulled out his strange, shiny silver wand. Then he gently tapped the duel stand.
Then, on the edge of the platform, wooden steps appeared one after another. Extending from the platform to his feet.
Professor McGonagall watched this scene with amazement in her eyes.
"That is my student, Pomona." Professor McGonagall couldn't help saying proudly.
She taught transfiguration, and her students were so good at transfiguration.
Whether they learned it from her or not, she felt a sense of accomplishment.
Professor Sprout took a look at the elated and proud Professor McGonagall beside her.
Then he said slowly with a more proud tone: "Yes... that is the best student of our Hufflepuff House!"
Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Sprout resentfully.
"Oh... Pomona... Aren't we good friends?"
There was even a gleam of delight in Dumbledore's eyes.
'This child's academic performance is good, and he is even praised by his teachers.'
As a parent, listening on the side, he was happy!
When Snape saw a slightly flamboyant Blake. He couldn't help but grit his teeth again.
Because Blake looked exactly like that bastard James Potter from before.
'Are these bastards unable to walk without pretending to?!'
In his eyes, a vertical pupil flashed past.
Even Voldemort was startled by Blake's Transfiguration.
'He is only in the first grade, what kind of talent is this?'
Such a talented young man, if remained buried in Dumbledore's hands. Even Voldemort, who has always been selfish, felt some pity!
Blake was carrying his mithril wand, which was the same length as the Elder Wand.
Step by step, he walked up the stairs.
After he stepped onto the stage, he opened his hands slightly. Accepting the warm cheers and applause from the little wizards in the audience.
A series of prompts for treasure chest deposits from the system also sounded at the same time. The sound brought a delighted smile to Blake's face.
"Everyone... future excellent wizards, good evening!"
Blake turned slowly, trying to face everyone. Then put his hands behind his back. And said in a cadenced voice similar to an aria:
"Presumably...you are here tonight. Longing for something new."
"something different..."
"Tonight...that moment has come."
"Open your mind and horizons..."
"And I... will share with you... a different future."
The audience applauded again.
They didn't know what was going on with Blake at this time. He exuded a unique charm.
People did not have any contempt for him because of his young age. Instead, there was a strange feeling of being happy to listen to him.
Dumbledore, who was in the staff chair, felt different. The smile on his face gradually faded.
'What's up with this familiar speech posture? What happened to this strong sense of déjà vu? What's with this familiar feeling?'
'What's new Do you mean power? And... what does it mean that the time has come?'
'What do you want to do boy? Share a different future? Sigh... what kind of future do you want to create?'
Blake didn't know how Dumbledore's mind raced. He just paused waiting until the applause subsided again.
Blake paced forward slowly.
"My brothers....my sisters..."
He stretched out his hands.
"My friends."
"Your warm applause is not a gift to me, but a gift to yourself. Not everyone is brave enough to learn how to fight, how to resist..."
"So I applaud your own bravery."
The applause broke out again, accompanied by exaggerated cheers from the Weasley twins. For hearing the word revolt.
Everyone simultaneously remembered the experience of working together against Professor Snape not long ago.
Snape stood expressionless. He was already kind of numb to this guy Blake.
"Some people say that... a little wizard only needs to learn the spells and skills necessary for life in school, and that's enough."
"Learning the skills of fighting is superfluous and useless..."
"But!"
"I think that statement is completely false!"
"It is true that even if we learn how to fight, we may not be able to use it in many cases."
"But.....that's not a reason for us to give up this must-have skill!"
"I think if we want to be strong, and want power, it's a very legitimate need..."
"Because..."
"Even if we desire power, it doesn't mean we are bad people!"
"It doesn't mean that we want to use these powers to do evil!"
"We long for strength because when someone else's wand is pointed at our throat."
"We can stand up!"
"We crave power when someone points a wand at the people we care about most."
"We can stand up!"
"We crave strength because when others treat us like dogs."
"We can stand up!"
"We crave great power because we all crave not to be bullied when the need arises."
"And this... is the original intention of us to establish the Dueling Club!"
"So... my friends, don't be ashamed of having the ambition to be strong! Because it's not shameful!"
"Bravely joining our duelling club is the most correct choice for you at Hogwarts!"
"We can guarantee one thing."
"That is...even if you in the future will be in all walks of life."
"However, when you need to pick up the wand to fight, you will no longer be slaughtered like we were more than ten years ago!"
"Papa papa!" The applause was thunderous again.
All the students from all the grades had a feeling of enthusiasm. Because they all remembered the wizard war more than ten years ago.
A death eater like a pig, just because he knew a thing or two about the dark arts.
He decided to show off his power in front of a large group of wizards and do evil things.
And because of what?
It was because of the people at that time. There are many who are not good at fighting.
Also because of lack of strength and lack of courage to resist.
In that era, those warriors who stood up and resisted were so precious. The professors on the faculty had all experienced that era.
Therefore, at this time no one could understand better than them how true Blake's words are!
Even Professor Snape, who hated Blake, had to admit that the little bastard was right.
Waiting until the applause subsided again, Blake continued:
"The blood of the times has guided us to the right path..."
"So, my friends... those of us who want to make a difference!"
"The time for change has come."
"Let us stand up and take the power we deserve in this world!"
The warm applause rang out again. The vertical pupils in Quirrell's eyes flashed again.
Even Voldemort was a bit tempted to wrest control of Quirrell's body outright.
A round of applause to Blake. What a high-sounding reason...
It was childish for him, but just right for Dumbledore!
'Didn't you see that old guy was already wiping away his tears? This kid is really talented!'
Going through today's presentation, he was sure Blake wanted to pursue power later on. And there was a clear reason for it!
Even Dumbledore wouldn't say much.
'So... Blake. Is this all in your plan? Quirrell! Make sure to bring him into my camp!' Voldemort thought.
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