Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 496 Overestimating One's Abilities

Chapter 496 Overestimating One's Abilities

Ten minutes earlier, Snape used Oolong Out of the Cave to conjure a venomous snake that bit Sirius, thus gaining the upper hand in this duel.

Monta probably wanted to follow suit and use a venomous snake to deal with Xilun.

But he seemed to have forgotten that the snakes Snape conjured were about as thick as an average person's arm and extremely fast, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary snakes.

And his curse—

Honestly, if that thing hadn't kept flicking its tongue, Xilun would have thought he had conjured a black eel.

"Crushed to pieces!"

With a bang, the once arrogant venomous snake was instantly reduced to pieces on the ground.

Xiren then pointed his wand at Monta.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

"armor----"

"Thump!"

Before Monta could even finish reciting the incantation, he flew straight backward like a cannonball, crashing directly into Milison Burst.

Just before that, Milison had thrown away his wand and reached out to pull Hermione's hair.

But no one expected that a Monta would fall from the sky. When hit by it, Milison fainted on the spot, and Monta lay motionless on the ground, also unconscious.

The battle was over, and the two became the second and third losers after Goyle, and they were both Slytherins.

Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he glared fiercely at Siron, the instigator.

Anyone with eyes can see that the failures of Gore, Monta, and Milison are all directly related to Xiren.

In other words, Xilun eliminated three people by himself.

However, when faced with Snape's gaze, Siron pretended not to see anything and turned to chat with Cedric, who had walked over.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. If you don't mind, let's continue practicing here."

"Of course, no problem," Cedric said, then walked to where Monta had been standing.

He was one of the few who hadn't found a worthy opponent. As the president of the Hogwarts student council, Cedric's strength had always been among the best, and he had even participated in several professors' advanced classes.

No one would be foolish enough to challenge him to a duel, and Cedric himself didn't want to bully opponents who were clearly much weaker than him, so he politely declined Sirius's arrangement.

After much deliberation, Cedric still wanted to team up with Siron. Although Monta had suddenly appeared and caused trouble, he didn't mind waiting a little longer.

Because he knew Monta, as a long-time rival of the Quidditch team, he was well aware of Monta's strength. Therefore, Cedric believed that the practice would end soon, and he just needed to wait patiently.

And that was indeed the case—or rather, Monta lost even faster than he had imagined.

Cedric walked to where Monta had been, took out his wand, held it to his chest, and bowed slightly.

"What are you doing!" Siren raised an eyebrow. "We're practicing the Ironclad Charm, not dueling. We don't need this unnecessary formality."

"Sorry, I forgot," Cedric said sheepishly. "Actually, I've never understood why Professor Snape and Professor Black arranged it this way. It's too much like a large-scale duel. I dare say that Mrs. Pomfrey at the university hospital will be furious after tonight."

Xilun shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He didn't know what Snape and Sirius meant, but things were already like this, and there was no point in thinking about it.

Anyway, no matter what happens, this matter has nothing to do with him as a student.

"Shillon, can I ask you something?" Cedric suddenly asked. "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to tell me—"

"Go ahead and ask."

"It's that spell you used to repel Monta earlier—" Cedric said hesitantly, "Why do I feel like you chanted the spell a little late? It's like the spell was already cast before you chanted it."

"You're right, that's exactly right," Siren said casually. "Before that, I had already recited the incantation in my mind."

"So what you just shouted was—"

"Of course, it's to mislead Monta."

"Huh? You can do that?"

"Why not?" Xiren said matter-of-factly. "If I wanted to, I could even shout 'Flash the Lights!'"

"Would anyone believe that?" Cedric asked.

"Wasn't there one just now?" Xilun pointed at Monta.

By this time, Snape had already sent several Slytherins to the school hospital, while he himself continued to watch Harry and Malfoy's battle.

"Let's continue," Siren said to Cedric. "So, who will attack first?"

"Of course it's you." Cedric adopted a defensive stance without hesitation. "We learned the Ironclad Charm in seventh grade, but you haven't. I'll try my best to make all the movements and spells as standard as possible, so you can refer to it."

It has to be said that Cedric is really Hufflepuff, which made Siron a little embarrassed, and he took the initiative to exchange his Silvermane for another standard oak wand.

He also wanted to know what the difference was between himself and other wizards his age, which was why he accepted Monta's challenge.

Because Monta will definitely not hold back; he will absolutely go all out.

He overestimated Monta. It was just a very simple deception tactic, and the opponent was eliminated immediately. It didn't have the desired effect at all.

But if it's Cedric, there shouldn't be a problem.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!" It's still the same incantation.

But this time, Cedric, who was well-prepared, immediately unleashed the Ironclad Charm.

A semi-transparent barrier appeared in front of Cedric, and Siron's knockback spell was directly reflected back.

"Armor for protection!"

Siren also held his wand upright in front of his chest and cast the Ironclad Charm.

However, after two bounces, the knockback spell completely ran out of magic and disappeared in mid-air.

This disappointed Siron somewhat. If the spell could bounce back between the two Ironclad Charms a few more times, it might have evolved into a new game. It would be fun and allow him to practice spells at the same time—a win-win situation!

"Now it's my turn, be careful!" Cedric said, raising his wand and shouting, "Expelliarmus!"

A red light flashed towards him, and Siron's hand holding the wand twitched slightly. He felt that he could block the Disarming Charm directly with his wand, even though he wasn't using the Silvermane wand he was most familiar with.

However, after a short while, Xilun gave up the idea.

This was, after all, a practice session for the Ironclad Charm, and finding a suitable opponent wasn't easy. Cedric wasn't a Slytherin, so using the same methods he used against Montaigne on him wouldn't be appropriate.

"Armor for protection!"