Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

'Marcus, you have to calm down. The other person is just a second-grade brat. What do you have to be afraid of? 'Marcus, who was standing on the stage, kept comforting himself.

Yes, she is just a little ghost who can fly out of thin air, knows a few weird spells, and was able to crush the dark wizard's conspiracy in the first grade.

Marcus:…

He had already thought about it, but he backed down at this time. Not to mention that all the benefits Malfoy promised were in vain, and he would become the laughing stock of the entire school's teachers and students - how could he hold his head high in front of Wood?

So he had no way out. From the moment he was blinded by interests and stepped onto the duel stage, his only way out was to defeat the girl in front of him and win.

"Duelists bow!" Professor Flitwick's voice rang in his ears, but it seemed extremely far away from him.

Marcus bowed mechanically, and then an idea popped up in his mind: After all, Daphne is only a second-grade girl. Although she knows a lot of tricky spells, her body is far stronger than hers. strong.

With a bold plan forming in his mind, Marcus decided to resist Daphne's attack and treated it as if he had been punched twice. As long as you endure the pain and rush to her, the victory will be yours!

As for whether a wizard's victory with fists counts as victory, Marcus feels that since it's not mentioned in the rules, it's OK.

So when the countdown ended, he roared and rushed towards Daphne like an arrow from a string.

The distance of just a few meters was as if it didn't exist for a "sports student" like him.

The little wizards watching the battle in the audience widened their eyes: Is there such an operation? Is this really a wizard's duel? !

Seeing Marcus rushing towards her like a giant monster, Daphne's pupils shrank, the tip of her wand was pointed at his chest, and a simple attack magic was blasted out.

Marcus' charge came to an abrupt end, and he flew backwards as if he had been hit by a shotgun at close range.

Although there was no big hole blown in his chest, Marcus's chest was dented and several ribs were broken at once.

Fortunately, at the moment the curse was launched, Daphne regained her composure and took the initiative to reduce the power of the curse, otherwise Marcus would definitely not be able to participate in next week's Quidditch match.

"Daphne, win, Slytherin adds five points!" Flitwick hurriedly announced that Daphne had won, fearing that this magical little girl would do the same last game.

Snape once again played the role of a first-aider, reconnecting Marcus' broken bones and feeding him some recovery potions.

Seeing the languid Marcus on the stage and the stunned Malfoy in the audience, Snape decided to find someone to send them to the infirmary to rest for a night.

After Daphne sent Marcus to the infirmary with a spell, not many people were willing to go on stage. If there were more than 50% of people who wanted to go on stage just now, now only 30% at most were left.

No matter how inferior Marcus was, he was still a fifth-year student, and he was killed instantly.

How could this not be shocking?

Rhys was happy when Daphne beat up Malfoy. Although he didn't take a child's offense to heart, Malfoy's repeated troubles were still quite annoying, a bit like the mosquito that prevented you from sleeping late at night.

Now that Daphne was teaching the "mosquito" a lesson for him, he was naturally happy to see it. But when Daphne instantly killed Marcus, the smile on Les's face disappeared.

A fifth grader was instantly killed by a second grader? Is there something wrong somewhere? !

According to Les' knowledge, Daphne can win this kind of battle that spans three grades, but it should take at least five or six rounds to determine the winner, right?

He could only blame the problem on Marcus's improper application of tactics.

There were many young wizards in the audience who had the same idea as Les. They felt that as long as they competed with Daphne's magic, they could win with their own experience and accumulation.

So the next wizards who came on stage were all senior wizards who were quite confident in their own hard power, but they either couldn't break Daphne's defense, and eventually she found the opportunity to counterattack with one blow, or they chose defense at the beginning, and then when Daphne Breaking the defense under Bobo's offensive.

Before she knew it, Daphne had won six games in a row, and even a seventh-year Hufflepuff prefect was defeated by her after a long struggle.

"Daphne Greengrass, wins! Ten points for Slytherin. Here, here is a little gift for you." Professor Flitwick's expression was extremely complicated, and he stuffed a bag of Honeydukes candies into Daphne's arms.

Daphne's performance far exceeded his expectations, and he was sure that the little girl in front of him was not giving her best.

The people in the audience were already numb. He never expected that even graduates were no match for Daphne - the prefect of seventh grade, and the prefect of Hufflepuff was also a prefect! How many can fight better than him?

The students at Hogwarts can't even defeat Daphne, it's about to end!

His psychological expectation was that Daphne's strength was almost equal to that of a fifth grader, that she would be tied with a sixth grader, and that she would be defeated by a seventh grader without using the necklace. Using the necklace is cheating, and the three professors presiding over the meeting may not be able to withstand the sudden attack.

The results of it?

The better Daphne played, the heavier he felt, because this showed that the overall quality of the students at Hogwarts was extremely low.

If things continue like this, when the older generation of wizards like Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick are buried, will the wizarding world still have a future?

One or two geniuses are not safe...

Aren’t the examples of Bloody Baron and Helena very good before our eyes?

Les's worries were a little unfounded, because he didn't realize that there was a huge difference in the difficulty of advancing to the next level for modern young wizards and wizard apprentices a thousand years ago.

In the era when he and his old friends were teaching, if students failed to meet the assessment standards, they would not be promoted to the next grade. You either had to study hard, improve your magic skills, and then advance to the next grade for further study, or you would "graduate". There is no second option - your family is very powerful, and you can make an exception to upgrade by offering a magic spell that makes even Ravenclaw's heart beat. But don't blame the founders if you can't keep up when you enter the upper grades.

It's different in modern times. As long as you're not ridiculously bad, or you don't care about getting a bunch of "passes" in OWL, you can advance to the next level. This results in a strict linear relationship between grade and strength.

However, Daphne's situation of winning across five levels is still extremely terrifying.

"Les, I want to go up and have a fight with my sister." Looking at Daphne's high-spirited look on the stage, who had won six consecutive victories, Astoria's heart moved.

"You can't beat her." Les shook his head. Astoria's learning time with him was too short, and it was not enough to make up for the strength gap between her and Daphne.

"Is anyone else coming on stage?" Professor Flitwick asked.

The little wizards in the audience were silent. After just six duels, no one wanted to go on stage again.

"I'll do it." Gemma Farley's voice rang out from the crowd.

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The second update is here, good night everyone~

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