Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 129: Negative emotions
The two teachers on the stage are ready to go.
"Who do you guess will win?" And among the students in the audience, they began to discuss very eagerly.
However, most of the students, their views are overwhelming, that is, they think that the final winner will definitely be Professor Flitwick.
There have been many duel clubs before, and Professor Flitwick has hired many "assistants", but almost none of them can win the "demonstration duel" with him.
After all, in terms of duels, he used to be considered a professional, and other amateurs could not compare with him.
But Matthew frowned, looking at the back of Professor "Severus Snape" on the stage.
He muttered: "Why do I feel that Professor Snape has a great chance of winning?"
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"Hold on tight, as you can see," Professor Flitwick said to the quiet crowd, "on the count of three, we'll cast the first spell... of course, we'll demonstrate The content will only be 'Disarming Curse'."
"One-two-three-"
The two raised their wands almost at the same time, except that Professor Flitwick raised his wand over his shoulders, while Professor "Snape" held it at a slightly lower angle.
In terms of reaction, the two are almost evenly matched.
"Disarm you!" shouted Professor Flitwick.
Then, a dazzling red light shot out from the end of his wand——
However, Professor "Snape" squatted down very sensitively, and then dodged sideways... Professor Flitwick's disarming spell almost brushed past his shoulder.
"It's a beautiful dodge, have you seen it..." During the duel, Professor Flitwick did not forget to explain to everyone.
However, Professor "Snape" strikes later and also shouts: "Disarm you!"
Another strong red light flashed——
Professor Flitwick, who is experienced in duels, flashed sideways without hesitation.
However, a surprising scene appeared...Professor "Snape"'s disarming spell seemed to have predicted the direction in which Professor Flitwick would dodge.
The red light accurately hit the body of the Charms classroom.
Suddenly, Professor Flitwick was a little unsteady from the blow. He took a few steps back and dropped his wand.
There was a sudden silence in the auditorium.
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"Great prediction!" Professor Flitwick's expression was slightly embarrassed.
He first climbed down the stage, picked up his own wand in a desperate manner, and said to relieve his embarrassment: "Professor Snape's disarming spell is very, very standard..."
"It's just that you underestimate the enemy, Professor Flitwick." Professor "Snape" said modestly: "If you really want to deal with me seriously, I am definitely not your opponent."
Professor Flitwick is not very good at this time, so he can only say: "Okay, now the demonstration is over, divide yourselves into two groups, and then perform on stage one by one...Of course, Lower grade students are given priority!"
The crowd started pairing two by two and everyone seemed very excited.
Matthew's opponent finally chose Draco Malfoy, and the two were considered old partners in many cases.
Several second-year students began to perform on stage one after another. I have to say that they all performed very poorly, and many of them didn't even master the Disarming Charm at all.
Most of their wands can only emit a faint red mist, which can't cause any substantial effect at all.
Professor Flitwick and Professor "Snape" patiently corrected their gestures, postures and movements on the stage...
Soon, it will be Matthew's turn——
"Mr. Wakefield, and Mr. Malfoy, it's your turn now!" Professor Flitwick shouted, "Quick, come to my side!"
Both Matthew and Malfoy climbed onto the stage and stood up.
"Facing your opponent," Professor Flitwick stood between the two of them: "First, bow..."
The two looked at each other and bowed.
"Take it easy, Matthew!" Malfoy whispered jokingly.
However, Matthew did not answer.
Professor Flitwick continued to shout: "Very good...then turn around together...count silently, walk up to twelve steps..."
"...are you in position?"
"Very good, now, listen to my password, when I count to three, you will turn around..."
"One-two-three-"
"The duel begins!"
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The moment he stepped onto the stage, Matthew suddenly felt a strange emotion appear.
It is an extremely strong negative emotion that begins to linger in my brain.
He felt that his body was suddenly a little out of control, not controlled by his own consciousness.
Even when he bowed to Malfoy, he forced himself to do it.
As Professor Flitwick finished calling three, Matthew turned quickly and raised his wand.
His reflexes were much quicker than Malfoy's.
When he saw Draco Malfoy's familiar face, Matthew suddenly felt an extremely strong hatred from the bottom of his heart—
He hates this man!
He wants to kill him!
At least let him be seriously injured?
What's going on?
In Matthew's consciousness... for a moment, he was very panicked!
Why my actions, thoughts, and emotions ~IndoMTL.com~ are not controlled by my consciousness.
In theory, he has absolutely no reason to hate Draco Malfoy.
He wanted to open his mouth and tell the instructor, Professor Flitwick, about this "accident".
But for a moment, his lips were as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't speak at all.
"Remember, only the Disarming Charm is allowed, just to disarm the weapon!" Professor Flitwick finally reminded.
Only disarming spells allowed...only disarming spells allowed...only disarming spells allowed...
This is the only thought in Matthew's mind.
"Disarm!" he yelled, pointing his wand at Draco Malfoy.
Matthew's voice was extremely indifferent and cruel.
When he heard it in his ear, he felt that it didn't sound like his own voice at all.
A bright red light shot out from the wand.
It's not like those students before, just creating a faint red mist.
Even compared to the Disarming Curse of Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape, the spell Matthew used is not inferior at all.
Draco Malfoy's eyes seemed to be flashed.
He didn't even have time to dodge, at this moment, he hadn't even raised his wand.
A wave of air passed by his side, and his body flew up.
The magic wand in his hand had already come out of his hand, while his body flew far, far away.
Flew out of the scope of the stage, slammed into a wall on one side, and then slid along the wall and fell to the ground, strands of blood oozing from the pale golden hair.
Poor Mr. Malfoy, just passed out like this.