Dynavale and Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick happily went to catch up with his old friends, while Penello was asking what happened in the illusion just now. Dana told her the story, and she murmured: "It turns out that illusions can be so real that even the eyes and mental scans cannot distinguish them."

Who says it isn't? He thought that there were few things that he could not distinguish based on his own spirit, but he encountered it today. It has to be said that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the players, each with their own unique skills, which should not be underestimated.

After two rounds, he once again stepped onto the stage to face his last opponent, Pahlavi.

This is an opponent he must defeat no matter what. This is a battle of honor, for himself and for Professor Flitwick.

"Friends in the audience, the Weir player has once again stepped onto the stage. This is his last game. If he wins, he will undoubtedly win the ticket to Germany as the first in the group."

The audience cheered for him with warm applause and cheers, cheered him up and waved to thank him.

"If he loses, it depends on the results of the remaining games, which may lead to dramatic changes. He will face Al Pahlavi, who has not won a game so far. This is also a battle of honor for him."

There were bursts of boos from the audience, obviously not agreeing with commentator Carter's statement. Dana smiled in anticipation.

"My colleague interviewed Pahlavi before the game. He said that his goal today is to defeat the players from Weir. He will not allow the players from Weir who entered the finals with privileges to tarnish the sacred game. He vowed to go all out and fight." in the end"

Discussions arose in the stands, and everyone's opinions began to diverge. Dana's anger grew.

“As we all know, it is a rule of the competition that players recommended by the World Duel Champion can directly enter the finals, but few players use this right.

"For example, Robert Pronger, who entered the finals ranked first, was also recommended by the World Duel Champion, but he went all the way from the qualifying rounds to the finals without missing a single match."

The audience was no longer just talking, they started to uproar, and some radical ones even started shouting: "Dynaver, get off the stage, you are not qualified to participate in the competition."

Dana was already furious, and he was really good at manipulating public opinion. Ring after ring, pressing harder step by step. If you don't respond appropriately and offend the audience, the consequences will be disastrous. It really comes to whatever you want.

"Referees, please allow me to take some time to briefly interview player Weir before the official competition. What does he think about using his privileges?"

As if he was afraid that the referees would disagree, Carter added: "The audience must also want to know the answer."

Silent stands and silent referees bring invisible pressure. He seemed to be surrounded by a pack of wolves, with their fangs spread wide, ready to pounce and bite him at any time. It was also like he was walking on a wire suspended high in the sky, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed.

He laughed at himself because he was furious, so he wanted to give himself a fatal blow, expecting that he would make inappropriate moves in front of the audience, destroy the goodwill he had just built in the audience's hearts, and prepare for the next round of attacks.

It's just that they thought wrong. This seemingly fatal blow actually gave him a chance to explain, and the counterattack began.

"With a loud voice," he looked around the audience and the referee's box and said, "Thank you to the audience and the referee for giving me the opportunity to speak."

"I think I am not qualified to judge whether a rule is reasonable or not. This is a matter for the competition organizing committee, and I am just a fourteen-year-old child." As soon as he said these words, the solemn atmosphere relaxed, and the audience Sporadic laughter came from the seats.

"Each player's situation is different, and I am not qualified to impose my ideas on others. So I can only give some explanations about my situation, and it has no guiding significance for other players' choices.

“My reason for using my privileges is simple because the competition conflicts with my studies.

"As you can see, my assistant, the beautiful Miss Clearwater, is also a student at Hogwarts. My coach, Professor Flitwick, in addition to teaching the whole school's Charms class, also has to take care of Ravenclaw. Responsibilities of the management of the college.

"And I am a minor who needs to be apparated by someone else wherever I go. For myself, and in order not to delay Miss Clearwater and Professor Flitwick's studies and studies, I naturally choose to use the privilege that allows me to get the best of both worlds."

After saying this, most of the audience in the stands nodded in agreement. "We support you, Dynawell" and "bravo" voices of support came and went.

"Now it seems that this decision is right. I have received your love in just one game, which makes me extremely proud." He said humorously: "If I participate in a few more games, I will definitely be praised by you all. It’s not good for me.”

Everyone in the audience laughed heartily when Dana said, "This is not good for me," in a tone imitating his parents.

"I would also like to ask Mr. Commentator whether any of the players trained and recommended by previous champions are not worthy of their reputation."

"This" Carter was cryptic and couldn't answer, and the audience booed.

He said sincerely: "I would like to say a word for the world's dueling champions, including my coach Professor Flitwick.

"They discover and train a player, not for themselves, but for the association, for the country, and for everyone sitting here to be proud and proud to see their country's players win in the world competition.

"Their efforts are worthy of respect, and their thoughts cannot be trampled on."

The audience burst into warm applause, Professor Flitwick wiped away tears of excitement, and even the three referees were moved.

He gave it up and returned to the topic: "I respect the different views of the Pahlavi players. The duel was to resolve conflicts between wizards from the beginning.

"Let this game return to the original intention of a duel. After the game, no matter we win or lose, the dispute between Pahlavi and I will always remain on the stage. From now on, the grudges will be cleared and no one will get in the way."

The topic-focused, passionate, yet graceful conclusion ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and gave him even warmer applause, whistles and support than before. Dana was also satisfied in his heart. This conclusion completely eliminated the possibility of anyone using the topic to make further use of it.

Pahlavi's wishful thinking was shattered, his face was ferocious, he gritted his teeth, and said one sentence from between his teeth: "I will not let you go."

So what, he sneered in his heart, if you want to bite me, you have to see if your teeth are strong enough.

After saluting, he struck preemptively and relied on his advantages in speed and magic power to make Pahlavi retreat step by step. He was unable to fight back and could only be beaten passively. The wounds on his body continued to increase and he struggled to hold on.

It was almost done, and Dana was ready to deliver the final blow, kill this clown, and win the game neatly.

At this time, Pahlavi completely gave up resistance, took out two things from his robe, closed them in his hands, and spit out a mouthful of hot blood and sprayed them on them.

Seeing this method that resembled black magic, he quickly distanced himself, but it was still too late. His head hurt as a foreign spirit penetrated his brain defense and broke into his conscious space.

He only had time to cast an invisibility spell on himself and move a few steps to the edge of the stage before he had to concentrate on dealing with the big trouble in his conscious space.