I Still Like The Way You Guys Were Rebellious Just Now(1)
The Slytherins exploded.
The smug smile on Blake's face beamed up. Although the explosion rate of this group of guys was not high, the victory was lasting.
From time to time, a bronze treasure chest would appear, which is not bad.
Blake was acutely aware of a sharp gaze behind him.
'I seem to have accidentally wounded an ally, but… the atmosphere here is already set off.'
Blake didn't have time to look back either. He had no choice but to silently tell Cassandra Sorryi in his heart. Blake stood on the platform and said calmly,
"Didn't you say today that I am not worthy to be the chairman of the Dueling Club?"
"Then come on and try me, let's see if you can beat me. Not only would I not blame you, but I will also politely give up my chairman's seat of the club to you."
"Come on! You're all welcome."
Professor Sprout wants to dissuade Blake. After all, there were so many senior Slytherins and there were also many people who were better than Flint.
Blake was so flamboyant. She was even a little afraid that her precious student would suffer.
However, she was clearly overthinking. Blake has never been a loser.
In his eyes, there were many people in front of him, but they were all cannon fodder.
Characters like Tom Riddle back then don't just come along every time. Therefore, no one could stop his intention of adding fuel to the fire and then swiping the treasure chest from people.
However, this group of Slytherins who were stronger had a higher explosion rate. So Blake wanted to make it exciting.
The professors saw that the noise was getting more and more outrageous. They all looked at Dumbledore. They wanted him to get an idea and calm the students.
But it turned out that he actually pulled up a chair and sat leisurely. Not at all worried.
"Albus, we can't go on like this." Professor McGonagall said with a frown.
"Oh...don't worry, Blake won't suffer," Dumbledore said happily.
With how vicious his eyes were, and even seeing Blake's duelling techniques, Dumbledore knew that in the Slytherins who were present. No one can beat Blake solo.
Unless they team up against him.
Even if Dumbledore allowed them to swarm Blake. Snape wouldn't allow it either.
Today had been humiliating enough for the Slytherins. Even if Blake was beaten up, there was no way to save face.
If they rush forward regardless of everything and targetted Blake. Dumbledore suspected that even the one... Professor "Quirrell" will not sit idly by either.
After all, according to Blake's speculation, that man cared a lot about Blake.
Professor McGonagall said grimly,
"I'm not worried about Blake, Albus. I'm worried that if this quarrel continues, conflicts will break out."
From his storage, Dumbledore had brought out a glass of honey lemonade. After taking a sip lightly, he said,
"Minerva, if we forcibly suppress this matter now, we can indeed avoid the current conflict. But won't it just frustrate the Slytherin students?"
"They will definitely retaliate afterwards."
"At that time, it would evolve to be a 'if you take revenge on me, and I take revenge on you' situation."
"So... the best way is to let them settle their grievances once and for all today."
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, then nodded resignedly.
It was better to be sparse in interruptions than to suppress their feelings.
They were a group of half-grown children. If you let them do things things you don't normally let them do, then they will all want to do it.
What's more, they were so angry with Blake today. How about not letting them vent their anger?
Either Blake got knocked out, and they vented their anger.
Or they be beaten by Blake.
Anyway, there has to be an ending.
But Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, "You really don't care about your own child."
Dumbledore smiled. In his opinion, there was only one ending, and that was Slytherin being beaten.
So what was there to feel bad about, what was there to worry about?
at this time.
Snape frowned, looking at the raging Slytherins below. He glanced at Dumbledore where the old man was. The meaning of this old guy is obvious.
He was just going to let them solve the troubles they caused by themselves!
It seemed that today this matter can no longer be good. Snape gritted his teeth.
He looked at the Slytherins in the audience who were asking for a fight.
"Since Mr. Green said so, then you can all come up!"
"But remember one thing,
if you really want to rush forward against Blake, you will lose the last bit of face you have left."
In case they couldn't win even when they teamed up... Snape couldn't even imagine what would happen at that time!
Anyway, no matter what the outcome would be, Slytherin would still be screwed today.
'What we have to do now is to channel the anger of the students somewhere else! Who made this Blake bastard so annoying?'
'If I hadn't drank two more bottles of euphoria before coming here, I can't even imagine how angry I would be now!'
Of course, Blake didn't know this. Otherwise, he would definitely point at Snape and scold him.
'Just tell me why you hate me so much. You kids just exploded at most a silver treasure chest.'
'And it turns out that you actually drank a euphoria potion to regulate your anger?!' Blake would think.
A tall Slytherin lad climbed up.
"I'm here to challenge you!"
Blake looked him over and said,
"You can't."
"Why can't I? Do I have to tell you my name to scare you? I am..."
"Okay, okay, then you come."
The tall guy was interrupted before he could finish his sentence. The tall fellow drew his wand. Then bowed to Blake.
Blake was a little surprised. But also returned a gift.
Then he said with a smile: "I have to say, among the many Slytherins who are out of breath and manners, you are the most polite I have met."
'He was about to die of anger, but this man still remembered the duel etiquette. He was much better than Flint.'
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"Attention!"
"Expelliamus!"
Blake raised his wand casually. This curse was actually going blocked by him! This was the first time he didn't dodge the spell. Instead, he wanted to directly resist it!
But everyone soon found out. Blake was anything but ordinary when ti came to blocking spells.
When resisting the spell, Blake bounced the spell directly back on that tall guy!
The tall guy shook his hand. The magic wand in his hand flew up.
Falls into Blake's hands.
The tall guy stood there with a stunned expression on his face. He didn't come back to my senses for a long time.
'What just happened? I seemed to cast a disarming spell, and then...
Lost my wand?'
Professor Flitwick screamed excitedly again.
"Anti-curse! This is the most difficult anti-curse in duelling techniques! After high proficiency, you can bounce back the enemy's spell!"
"This not only requires extremely strong skills! But it also requires extremely strong self-confidence and courage! I just told him the principal the other day, but he actually learned it?!
"And it was mastered to such an extent?!"
Hearing the praise and explanation coming from Professor Flitwick. Everyone understood what had just happened. Then they all looked at the figure of Blake on the stage with amazement.
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