Chapter 109 I Still Like The Way You Guys Were Rebellious Just Now...
"Bastard!" The Slytherins exploded.
A smug Blake straightened up.
Although the explosion rate of this group of guys is not high.
But the victory is lasting.
From time to time, a bronze treasure chest will collapse, 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 is set off here.
Blake didn't have time to look back either.
I had no choice but to silently tell Cassandra Saori in my 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 and try, if you can beat me.
"Not only do I not blame you, but I also politely give up the chairman's seat to you."
"Come on! You're welcome."
Professor Sprout wants to dissuade.
After all, so many senior Slytherins.
There are many people who are better than Flint.
Blake was so flamboyant.
She was a little afraid that her precious student would suffer.
However, she was clearly overthinking.
Blake has never been a loser.
In his eyes, there are many people in front of him.
But they are all chickens and dogs.
Characters like Tom Riddle back then don't just come along.
Therefore, no one can stop his intention of adding fuel to the fire and then swiping the treasure chest.
However, this group of Slytherins has a higher explosion rate.
Blake didn't even want to make it so exciting.
The professors saw that the noise was getting more and more outrageous.
All looked at Dumbledore.
Want him to get an idea.
It turned out that he actually pulled up a chair and sat leisurely.
Not at all worried.
"Albus, you can't go on like this." Professor McGonagall said with a frown.
"Oh...don't worry, Blake won't suffer." Dumbledore said happily.
How vicious his eyes are.
Saw Blake's dueling techniques.
He knew it, the Slytherins present.
No one can beat Blake solo.
Unless they swarm.
182...
Even if Dumbledore allowed them to swarm Blake.
Snape wouldn't allow it either.
Today's Slytherins are humiliating enough.
Even if Blake is beaten up, there is no way to save face.
If they rush forward regardless of everything.
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 somewhere, Dumbledore 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....it just frustrates the Slytherin students."
"They will definitely retaliate afterwards."
"At that time, you take revenge on me, and I take revenge on you..."
"Don't even think about peace in the whole school."
"So... the best way is to let them settle their grievances once and for all today."
Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, then nodded resignedly.
It is better to be sparse than to be blocked.
A group of half-grown children.
Things you don't normally let them do.
They all want to do it.
What's more, he was so angry with Blake today.
How about not letting them vent their anger?
Either Blake got knocked out, and they blew their breath.
Either that or they were beaten by Blake.
Anyway, there has to be an ending.
but......
Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, "You really don't care about your own children."
Dumbledore smiled.
In his opinion, there was only one ending, and that was Slytherin being beaten.
So what is there to feel bad about, what is there to worry about?
at this time.
Snape frowned, looking at the raging Slytherins below.
He glanced at Dumbledore where the old god was.
The meaning of this old guy is obvious.
Just let him solve the trouble he caused by himself!
It seems that today this matter can no longer be good.
Snape gritted his teeth.
Looking at the Slytherins in the audience who are asking for a fight.
"Since Green said so, then you all come up!"
"But remember, one by one.
If you really want to rush forward, you will lose the last bit of face left.
In case we can't fight together...
Snape couldn't even imagine what would happen on time!
Anyway, no matter what the outcome is, Slytherin is screwed today.
What we have to do now is to channel the anger of the students......
Who made Blake the bastard so annoying?
If he hadn't drank two more bottles of euphoria before he came...
I can't even imagine how angry I would be now!
Of course, Braque didn't know this.
Otherwise, he would definitely point at Snape and scold him.
Just tell me why you hate me so much.
You kid just exploded the silver treasure chest.
It turns out that you don't talk about Wude, and you drank the euphoria!
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? Tell me my name to scare you! I am..."
"Okay, okay, then you come."
The tall guy was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
Choking on Blake was awful.
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, you are the most polite."
I was about to die of anger, this man still remembered the duel etiquette.
This is much better than Flint.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
"Attention!"
"Disarm you!"
Blake raised his wand casually.
This curse was actually blocked by him!
This was the first time he didn't dodge the spell.
Instead, directly resist!
But everyone soon found out.
Blake was anything but ordinary about blocking spells.
but...
When resisting the spell.
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.
I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.
What just happened?
I seem to cast a disarming spell, and then...
Lost your wand?
Professor Flitwick screamed excitedly again.
Anti-curse! This is the most difficult anti-curse in dueling techniques!"
"You can fly the enemy's spells with extremely clever skills!"
"After proficiency, you can even bounce back the enemy's spell!"
"This not only requires extremely strong skills! It also requires extremely strong self-confidence and courage! Merlin! I just told him the principle the other day. He actually learned it?!
"And it's mastered to such an extent!"
Hear the praise and explanation of Professor Flitwick.
Everyone understood what had just happened.
Then they all looked at the figure of Blake on the stage with amazement.
"So it was my own disarming spell that disarmed me?"
The tall guy looked at his hands in frustration.
Now it seems. Technically speaking. He can't compare to Blake at all.
Blake gave him his wand back. Because this guy is very polite.
So Blake didn't beat him like he punched Flint.
After all, he's just looting chests, and not all Slytherins are bad guys.
The tall guy went down in a daze.
I completely lost the arrogance that frightened you by saying my name when I first came to the stage.
"Next," Blake said flatly.
After that, a dozen senior Slytherins came up in succession.
At first Blake let the opponent attack first.
But later, because of his time.....
So, basically the duel just started.
Blake just put the opponent down.
Blake used all the spells that Senior Penelope taught him that day.
Penello in the audience looked brilliantly.
Look! This is the mantra I teach!
An inexplicable sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.
In fact, she didn't know that Blake was so good at fighting.
She thought what Blake said that day was just something to make her happy.
Unexpectedly, he really did it.
Just using the spell I taught, I overthrew the group of Slytherins who had planned for a long time.
"Stupid!"
"thump!"
In front of him, another Slytherin student was knocked to the ground.
"Next," Blake continued.
At this point, Snape was numb.
Those who can fight the most have all been defeated.
This moment. The remaining Slytherins. To (aibe) beat Blake. That's almost impossible.
Blake waited for a while, but no one came up.
Just where the Slytherin was standing.
Everyone lowered their eyebrows and looked down, and they were no longer the same as when they were raging.
Apparently, they're all overwhelmed
No way, although this guy Blake is annoying.
But the Slytherins had to admit that this guy was really powerful.
The most admirable thing is. He didn't win by powerful spells or powerful mana.
He relies on all skills. Although the spells used are just those few back and forth. but..
Whether it is the technique of avoiding spells or the technique of casting spells quickly. It is still the anti-curse technique like anti-anti-anti. All make people feel pleasing to the eye.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such a technical duel." Professor Flitwick sighed.
Blake raised his wand and looked.
The continuous fighting made his magic wand start to heat up. But...he hid his clumsiness very successfully today.
It not only took advantage of it, but also wouldn't arouse Dumbledore and Voldemort's fear because it was too powerful.
because.....…
The spells, tricks he used to beat his opponent today.
All have a history. Such as the spells taught by Penello, the skills taught by Professors Quirrell and Flitwick. …
So Blake just showed his talent today. For the rest, nothing is exposed.
But because of this, it can cause more mood swings.
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God, he can be said to be making a lot of money. Professor Flitwick alone contributed three golden treasure chests.
EftA...
Probably because he's used to Blake's awesomeness. So the burst rate is not very high...
Blake withdrew his mind from system space. Then open your hands.
"Who else is not convinced?"
None of the little wizards in the audience made a sound.
The Slytherins all bowed their heads.
"I still like how unruly you guys were just now..." Blake said.
But this time, no one said anything.
And the little wizards from other colleges. Except for Ravenclaw, who has been eating melons from beginning to end.
The little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff all had big smiles on their faces.
But one thing is the same.
That's when everyone's interest in Dueling Club was kicked up a notch yet again!
Many people who just wanted to watch the excitement before, now they really want to join.
Without him, just because of one point...
When Blake stood on the top and defeated one strong enemy after another with extreme skills.
Really handsome! So elegant!
Little wizards of this age. Who doesn't want to be in the limelight? Who doesn't want to appear in front of others?
The little wizards all looked at Blake with envy and longing.
At the same time, the contents of Blake's speech just came to my mind again.
Here's what Blake said...
Feeling in control?
So majestic! So handsome! So cool!
Blake glanced at Snape. Snape turned away, without speaking. Today he confessed!
Blake held his wand and walked up to the Slytherins.
"Perhaps...you will feel that I have trampled on your dignity.
"But... desire? Desire this power?"
All the Slytherins looked up at Blake.
It would be a lie to say that there is no desire.
In other words, among the four major academies, they are the ones who yearn for power the most.
Because only when you have a certain amount of power.
They are qualified to face their own ambitions.
"It is not shameful to submit to the strong, my friends..."
In the faculty seat.
Dumbledore stopped drinking his juice.
He looked at Blake with a wry smile.
This little guy, is he going to instill those weird thoughts in others again?
This habit of giving people PUA at every turn, who has inherited it!
A figure flashed in Dumbledore's mind, and then he felt annoyed.
Blake continued: "I believe you have recognized my qualifications to be the President of the Dueling Club.
"Then... I will also promise you. The Duel Club welcomes any young wizard who desires power."
"You don't have to worry about being a Slytherin yourself, I'll treat you differently.
"You guys have to take my credit as a Hufflepuff."
Blake turned and looked at Quirrell, and he saw those familiar vertical pupils.
I don't know when it started, Voldemort actually took over the control of Quirrell's body!
"Quirrell" looked at Blake meaningfully.
Then stretch out both palms.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
He was actually applauding.
With Quirrell taking the lead.
The little wizards who were suppressing their voices just now burst into warm applause.
Even the Slytherins started clapping their faces with stern faces.
The cheers nearly toppled the ceiling of the auditorium.
"Quirrell" came up and whispered next to Blake:
"Nice job, Blake.
"You let them know the importance of strength very easily today."
"I promise you what you asked for."
At this moment, Voldemort became more determined to drag Blake into darkness.
Such thoughts of thirsting for power!
It is the person in my way!
How can such a talent be "buried in the hands of that old fool?
Then, "Quirrell" said loudly: "Let our chairman, Mr. Ge, go down and have a rest first."
"Next, we will officially start the teaching content of our club activities... and then there will be actual drills for everyone!"
After Voldemort finished speaking, he irresponsibly handed his body back to Qiluo again.
This made Quirrell feel bad.
However, fortunately, he was prepared after all. After that, the community activities officially started.
The rest of the professors also came to help, and after dividing the little wizards into teams of two, they were asked to practice duels on their own.
Of course...all poisons and jinxes are banned!
And when they were grouped, they were all friends from their colleges.
Avoiding another dispute between different colleges, and then fighting again...
As for Blake, he didn't join the group.
Blake quietly came to Dumbledore's side.
Then he picked up the glass of iced lemon juice he had just brought out, raised his neck and dried it.
Blake put down his glass, while no one was looking.
Whispered: "He's about to move."
Dumbledore looked at Blake seriously, "When?".