Chapter 167: Sorry, I'm Not Targeting You, I Mean, All The Slytherins Here Are Rubbish!(2)
Blake had his hands behind his back. With strange steps. He walked around in the attack net formed by spells.
All the spells just happened to pass by him. Not a spell could hit him!
This was an outrageous scene. The little wizards in the audience were stunned...
In the faculty seat, Professor Flitwick jumped up excitedly.
"I taught him the flamenco steps! Oh! I knew this step would be great in a duel!"
"But looking at the direction of the opponent's attack and then using specific steps to dodge. It is easy to say, but so hard to do!"
"Blake... what a genius! I just taught him the walk yesterday... It is such a difficult skill, but he actually mastered it in a day!" Professor Flitwick was excited.
The other professors breathed a sigh of relief again. Flint couldn't even hit Blake's robes. Not to mention hurting Blake.
Dumbledore couldn't help but smile happily on his face. Parents are of course happy when their children are showing promising talent.
However, the professors were also dissatisfied at this time. This was a duel club discussion.
And it turned out that Flint used extremely lethal poisonous spells! He even used the eye sickness spell in the beginning!? Was this a spell that should be cast on classmates?
At this moment, almost all the professors present fixed their eyes on Snape. The meaning was obvious. Was this what you teach your students?
Snape felt the pain in his back at this moment too.
He was under a lot of pressure…
'I am under so much pressure. But Flint is so useless that he can't even touch a hair on Blake!'
At this time, Flint had done his best. He had even begun to repeat the curses he knew for the second time.
"Hey..." Blake sighed. While strolling around dodging the spell.
he said leisurely,
"You said just now that you are not very strong. I thought you were just being modest."
"I didn't expect...you were really not humble. You were actually telling the truth!"
Flint turned green with anger.
"Do you only dodge?!" Flint growled.
"No, I just saw that you are not in good health, and I want you to exercise. You want me to fight back? Don't worry it is coming."
Blake sidestepped and dodged one of Flint's spells. He then flicked his wrist and two spells shot out!
"Quick imprisonment!"
"Obstacle curse!"
A hemp rope suddenly appeared. It directly went and tied Flint like a rice dumpling!
The subsequent Obstacle Curse directly hit Flint, who had already been tied into a dumpling. Then Flint was sent flying three or four meters.
"Plop!"
Flint fell hard on his face on the platform. Because his hands and feet were already bound.
Since his face hit the ground because Flint was dropped suddenly,
he simply fainted. In other words, fainting at this time is the best choice...
On the faculty seat, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.
shouted excitedly.
"Belix's method of casting spells! This is the method of casting Belix's spells!"
"He used the simplest action to send out the spells! This is the most difficult to defend in a duel, and it is also one of the most difficult to master spellcasting skills!
"It seems that he has been taught by someone else before!?"
At this time, Quirrell, who was standing on the edge of the duel platform, had vertical pupils flashing in his eyes.
"Hehe, you've learned well, it's not in vain that I waste time teaching you at eight o'clock every night."
The vertical pupil was fleeting, and no one noticed the change in Quirrell's pupil...
With Flint being knocked out, the auditorium instantly became silent.
Although Flint couldn't even touch the hem of Blake's shirt just now, but everyone actually thought he was very strong.
After all, with so many spells and curses that he knew, he was able to cast them so proficiently.
Many young wizards present knew it. If they were in Blake's position.
They couldn't win against him! How else could he be a school bully?
But..... Blake just used two spells... at once. Strictly speaking,
He should have defeated the senior Flint with just one spell.
After all, he had already limited Flint's ability to fight back with his first confinement spell. That would already be considered a loss.
But,
Blake then added an impediment spell that sent Flint flying.
Snape checked Flint's injuries. Then looked at Blake angrily.
"Don't you think your attack is too heavy? Since you have already confined him, why do you need to use an impediment spell?"
If only Blake used the fist spell, then Flint wouldn't have been hurt if he lost. But when the obstacle spell was cast and hit him, That's different.
"Am I playing hard? Professor Snape, are you talking humanly? Isn't it a little too brazen for you to say that?"
"I only used two spells! And these two spells are both serious self-defence spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Look at him again! A senior student, fighting with a first-year student like me. Did you just focus on the sickness spell at the beginning when you were teaching him?"
"If I didn't have a little bit of ability to dodge it. Wouldn't I be injured the first time I am fighting in a duel? I would have to suffer from injuries for several months."
"Forget about the eye sickness spell, look at the spells that he used, everyone was more vicious than the other."
"If I was hit by any one of them, I would have to lie down and be carried out today. Do you still have the nerve to say that I am a heavy hitter?"
Snape's face turned green and pale from being teased by Blake.
He said in a low voice,
"But you're not hurt..."
Blake sneered and said, "Aren't you shameless? So I should have been injured first so that I could fight back and hurt him? How can there be such logic in what you are saying?"
In the faculty seat. Professor McGonagall couldn't hold Professor Sprout anymore. Professor Sprout took a hoe from her pocket and rushed up.
"Snape! You've gone too far! Flint has cast more than a dozen spells. Yet you didn't say a word."
"Now, Blake just used two spells! And you started barking?"
"If you wanted Blake to just stand still and let him be hit?! What would be the point of this duel?"
"Do you think our Hufflepuff house is easy to bully? Or, do you think I, an honest person, is too easy to bully?" Professor Sprout said angrily, waving a small hoe in one hand and a wand in the other.
Blake reassured Professor Sprout. Then turned to Snape.
"Actually, the impediment spell behind me was intentional. He cast so many evil spells at me. I thought that I should teach him a lesson."
Blake looked back at the still aggrieved Slytherins. With bright eyes, he said,
"If any of you are still not convinced, you can just come up! Don't procrastinate. I am not sure many people can stand on this duelling platform, but you can come as many as you can"
Someone said angrily: "Don't bully people too much!"
"Rubbish..."
"Who are you calling trash?"
"Ah... sorry, I didn't mean you, I mean... you guys in Slytherin, you're all a valley of rubbish."
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