novelraw Chapter 280? I'm fighting Dumbledore?
Chapter 280? I'm fighting Dumbledore?
Chapter 280? I'm fighting Dumbledore?
"Gurgle."
Loila felt cold sweat instantly stream down her forehead.
Miss Shiloh — Dundor?
this----
"It should be Headmaster Dumbledore, right?" Hermione said from the side. "He's the one who defeated Voldemort."
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What do you mean he's the one who defeated Voldemort?! He clearly still—
"And it seems Grindelwald is also there?" Hermione added.
While I'm very grateful that you haven't forgotten Lord Grindelwald—this kind of statement is anything but pleasant.
However—the main problem now should be—
Why is it Miss Heroine fighting against Dumbledore?
Loila pursed her lips as she watched Miss Hilo's retreating figure. Was this really not a public execution?
He probably already figured out that Miss Hilo was a member of the shamans, right? And he wanted to kill Miss Hilo right at the start of the duel—to intimidate us, wasn't he?
Loila felt a chill run through her body.
"It's a pity Professor Hamilton isn't interested in such activities," Hermione sighed softly. "I'd really like to know who's more capable, Professor Hamilton or Headmaster Dumbledore."
Peterson? — Loila's lips twitched. She had to admit, Miss Granger's ideas seemed a bit ahead of their time.
"Then I support Miss Hamilton," Luna tilted her head and said to Loila, "What does Loila think?"
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"Huh?" Loila paused, then thought—was Professor Hamilton referring to me? How did Luna figure that out?
And me... with Dunkore?
"Dumbledore—Dumbledore is amazing, isn't he?" Royla said hastily, as if afraid that the tiny figure of Dumbledore standing on the Quidditch pitch would hear her.
"I also think Professor Hamilton is amazing." Hermione nodded, seemingly disagreeing with Loira's opinion: "Look, Professor Hamilton knows silent spells—and all of them—"
"Headmaster Dumbledore can do that too," Ron said at this point. "And if Professor Hamilton were really that good, how could he have been defeated by Grindelwald?"
Although what you said was a bit disrespectful to Lord Grindelwald, what you said makes a lot of sense! Loira wanted to give Mr. Weasley ten points at this moment.
"Maybe it's an ambush?" Harry suddenly said. "Grindelwald is a dark wizard, so he's definitely cunning."
"It might be a coordinated attack."
Hey!
How dare you speak to Lord Grindelwald like that! If I heard that, I'd only want to cast the Cruciatus Curse on you, and if Miss Heero heard it, she'd cast the Killing Curse!
"Alright, alright, the match is about to begin." Thanks to Mr. Finigan, who was sitting in front, turning his head to remind them, the group was prevented from continuing their discussion.
It also prevented Royla from hardening her heart and using the Cruciatus Curse.
"I still think Professor Hamilton is better," Harry muttered to himself, completely unaware that his beloved Professor Hamilton was sitting next to him, about to cast the Crucifixion Curse on him.
However, Finegan's words made Loira lose interest in thinking about Mr. Potter. She pursed her lips, gripped her wand tightly, and looked at Dumbledore and Miss Shiloh in the dueling arena.
If Miss Shiloh were in danger—I must save her—using a method that Dumbledore can't detect—
For example, if he releases a basilisk from the audience, he probably won't have time to kill Miss Shiloh, right?
Having made up his mind, Roy took a deep breath and then fixed his gaze on Shiloh.
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Standing in the dueling arena, Hilo also took a deep breath, her cold face revealing no emotion.
But in fact, her palms were slightly sweaty—was she going to duel with Albus Percival Dumbledore?
No matter how you look at it, it's a very dangerous thing—but unlike what Loila thought, this was actually the result that Shiloh fought for herself.
Miss Hamilton should be watching from the audience right now, shouldn't she?
Hero's goal was simple—Dumbledore hadn't made a move for over a decade, not since Voldemort's death—he hadn't done so at all.
Forty-eight years have passed since he defeated Lord Grindelwald, and thirteen years since Voldemort's death.
Is he still the wizard who defeated Lord Grindelwald and Voldemort? Or is he simply too old to stand still?
Regardless of the outcome of the duel, Heero wanted Miss Hamilton to watch carefully.
Hero gripped his wand and bowed slightly: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I have much to ask of you."
"It's alright, Professor Rozier," Dumbledore chuckled. "I'm delighted to give the opening duel in front of the students."
"Albus Percival Dumbledore versus Helos de Rozier," Professor McGonagall said, raising her wand high.
"Buzz!"
A firework soared high into the air under the watchful eyes of countless students, then exploded in mid-air.
As the golden fireworks fell, Heero turned and waved his wand in an instant.
The unmelted snow on the field moved with the staff, almost instantly transforming into three snow giants that charged towards Dumbledore. At the same time, Heero's wand was aimed at the arena floor, and the withered grass immediately burst into life, swirling and coiling towards Dumbledore.
Seeing this, Dumbledore simply smiled and lightly tapped his wand, causing the withered grass that had been wrapped around him to spontaneously combust. The burning flames rose up and transformed into three fireballs that hurtled towards the giant.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three loud explosions rang out, and the snow giant exploded in response, but what emerged from the snow mist was a deep red curse.
"Bang!"
Dumbledore deflected the Stunning Spell with a sweep of his wand, then flicked the tip of his wand: "Hurricane!"
A gust of wind swept in, and the slightly thin Hero was blown back a few steps. With difficulty, she raised her wand and pointed: "Expelliarmus."
"Armor for protection."
"Bang!"
As if he had anticipated her move, Dumbledore blocked the disarming spell with a flick of his wand.
Seeing the troubled look on Heero's face, Dumbledore smiled slightly, as if signaling Heero to continue.
"Heh." Hilo snorted coldly, raising his wand high.
The snowdrifts behind her all flew up and floated in the air amidst the students' exclamations, like a snow castle.
Then, in an instant, the snow castle disintegrated, transforming into tens of thousands of ice spikes under the effect of the transformation spell.
Seeing Dumbledore remain calm and composed, not even bothering to interrupt, Heero gritted his teeth and flicked his wand.
"Whoosh!"
Tens of thousands of ice spikes rained down on Dumbledore, causing all the students present to hold their breath.
But Dumbledore just blinked and held the crooked, somewhat worn wand to his chest.
He acted as if he hadn't done anything, but the ice spikes that were shot at him melted one by one, turning into water droplets that flew past his sides and finally turned into a giant water bubble behind him.
The ice spikes dwindled, and the bubbles grew larger and larger—finally, as Hero put down his wand with a heavy breath, a bubble the size of a classroom floated gently behind Dumbledore.
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Dumbledore said nothing, but flicked the tip of his staff slightly, and the bubble flew straight into the air and then burst.
It transformed into a golden Hogwarts school emblem in the students' astonished gazes.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Professor Rozier," Dumbledore said to Hero, whose face was a little pale. "Very good Transfiguration."
"Heh—" Hilo chuckled self-deprecatingly, then shook his head without answering.
In less than a minute of the duel, Hilo had already abandoned his previous seemingly ridiculous ideas.
He had not become an old, immobile man—his white beard and slightly hunched back were merely a disguise—he was still Dumbledore.
Moreover, this applies to both strength and wisdom.
"——————" Loila, sitting on the platform, was also covered in cold sweat — Dumbledore, this is a bit too — too exaggerated, isn't it?
He not only easily blocked Miss Shiro's attack with a silent spell, but also used a restoration spell to turn Miss Shiro's deformed ice spikes back into water—doing this while simultaneously controlling the water—
And it seems he hasn't moved an inch.
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