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Chapter 59: Chapter 57 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (2)

Hermione stood firm under her opponent's gaze, raising her guard with her arms and adopting a fighting stance. Although she had never fought anyone in her life, she still knew the basics.

 

Tracey smiled and approached with her arms raised. As she got close enough to her opponent, she delivered a quick punch.

 

The punch hit one of Hermione's arms, but Tracey had no intention of stopping. She kept punching, not giving the girl any space or time to breathe.

 

Hermione felt the impact of the punches on her arms, but she remained steadfast, determined not to back down. Meanwhile, her mind was working frantically, trying to remember tips Rose had told her.

 

Suddenly, realizing that Tracey was about to use her legs to unbalance her, Hermione noticed an opening, as the attacks had stopped. With agility, she dodged the leg aiming to knock her down and, seizing the moment, delivered a punch towards Tracey's face.

 

Tracey, who was just playing with Hermione and underestimating her abilities, was shocked to see her dodge the kick and even more surprised to see the punch approaching her face. The expression of shock was plastered on her face as she tried to react in time. Unfortunately, it was too late to react.

 

- Bang!

 

Hermione's punch landed on Tracey's cheek, causing the girl to recoil, holding her face while looking at Hermione in shock.

 

Irene couldn't help but show a look of appreciation for Hermione. It wasn't wrong not to know how to fight, but it was wrong not to be able to fight back. Although Hermione had no technique behind the punch, the girl had the will and patience to wait for an opportunity and strike back.

 

"That was a good punch, Granger." Wiping her cheek with the back of her hand, Tracey spoke, laughing. "But I won't underestimate you again."

 

Tracey assumed a serious and focused expression; she wouldn't underestimate Hermione a second time. She quickly approached and delivered a fast and precise punch.

 

- Bang!

 

Hermione didn't even have time to react as the punch struck her on the chin, rattling her brain. She tried to stay balanced, but it was difficult when the world around her seemed to be moving.

 

Tracey didn't stop there; she forcefully kicked Hermione's leg, causing the already dizzy girl to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

 

On the ground, the curly-haired girl couldn't help but look up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. Although she knew her chances of winning were slim, she didn't think it would only last a few minutes after it started.

 

Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of Hermione; she grabbed it and got up.

 

"That was a good fight, Granger. I hope you'll have improved by the next class." Tracey spoke amiably, her smile easing the feeling of loss within Hermione by a great deal.

 

"Next time, it won't be so easy to take me down, Tracey," Hermione looked at Tracey with a serious and determined look.

 

"I'm looking forward to it, Granger," Tracey replied, stepping back and returning to the group of Slytherin girls.

 

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor girls' group with a bit of embarrassment, but no one mocked her; they even encouraged her to try again in the next classes.

 

"Good job, Mione, you managed to land a punch on her," Rose congratulated her friend with a smile as she put her arm around her neck.

 

"I still lost," Hermione replied, feeling a bit embarrassed to be praised despite losing.

 

Rose shook her head and laughed. "Don't worry about it; no one is born knowing how to fight."

 

Hermione nodded and continued watching fight after fight of the girls, recording all the scenes and reviewing them using her Innate Technique which she called the [Great Library of Alexandria].

 

She promised herself that she wouldn't be so passive in the next fight!

 

-"Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin versus Rose Potter from Gryffindor," Irene announced after observing the note in Daphne's hands.

 

Seeing Rose walk nonchalantly towards the center of the ring, Daphne shot a cold glance at the girl with white hair, aware that she was being underestimated.

 

Before entering the ring, Daphne approached the group of Slytherin boys, to the surprise of many, including the professor.

 

Facing Asterion, Daphne wrapped her slender arms around his neck and kissed him, causing shock to everyone around.

 

Irene couldn't help but feel that Daphne was deliberately flaunting her relationship for all the girls around, as if she were claiming who belonged to him.

 

At the same time, Irene felt an almost irresistible urge to punch Daphne. The scene before her was striking for someone single, like herself!

 

After parting their lips, Daphne gave another kiss, but this time more chaste, and looked deeply into Asterion's eyes, as if expecting something.

 

In the next moment...

 

"Good luck in the fight, Daph," Asterion said with a gentler tone this time.

 

Daphne felt energized in that moment upon hearing that, and proudly walked towards the center of the ring.

 

"I must say, that was an interesting display, albeit somewhat childish," Rose commented, with her arms behind her head, her gaze falling upon the blonde with cold eyes tinged with annoyance. There was a smile on her lips capable of irritating even the blind.

 

Asterion held a special place in Rose's heart; he had been the first relative she had known outside of the Dursleys. His sarcastic and straightforward personality was like a breath of fresh air amidst her disastrous family life. She had somewhat latched onto him during her time at Hogwarts.

 

She couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort witnessing the display of affection between Asterion and Daphne, especially the gentle look he directed towards her. It was a look he had never offered her. Though reluctant to admit it, an uncomfortable sensation of jealousy began to take hold within her.

"Jealous? If you want, I can ask him to kiss a napkin and give it to you, so you can indulge in your lonely nights, what do you think?" Daphne asked sarcastically, her eyes as cold as a snowstorm.

 

Rose's smile almost faltered for a moment as the white-haired girl looked at Daphne with a slightly icy gaze.

 

"I think I'll enjoy punching your face," she replied, clenching her fists with a smile on her lips.

 

"It seems we have similar thoughts, snowflake," Daphne retorted, assuming an attack position.

 

Rose also took an attack position; she felt certain she would enjoy wiping the arrogant smirk off the blonde girl's face.

 

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Author's Thoughts: I'm still thinking about how to make these two be attracted to each other, any tips?

 

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Next Chapter: Chapter 58 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (3), Chapter 59 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (4), Chapter 60 - School Council, Chapter 61 - Mission (1), Chapter 62 - Mission (2), Chapter 63 - Mission (3), Chapter 64 - Mission (4), Chapter 65 - Mission (5), Chapter 66 - Consequences of the Attack (1), Chapter 67 - Consequences of the Attack (2), Chapter 68 - Invasion of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 69 - Invasion of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 70 - Invasion of Hogwarts (3), Chapter 71 - Invasion of Hogwarts (4), Chapter 72 - Invasion of Hogwarts (5), Chapter 73 - Invasion of Hogwarts (6), Chapter 74 - Invasion of Hogwarts (7), Chapter 75 - Invasion of Hogwarts (8), Chapter 76 - Invasion of Hogwarts (9), Chapter 77 - Invasion of Hogwarts (10), Chapter 78 - Invasion of Hogwarts (11), Chapter 79 - Post-War (1), Chapter 80 - Heir of Salazar Slytherin (1), Chapter 81 - Heir of Salazar Slytherin (2).


Chapter 60: Chapter 58 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (3), Chapter

Daphne struck first with a kick. Rose easily defended against the attack with her arms while delivering a punch towards her opponent.

 

Daphne swiftly dodged, shifting slightly to the side. She then stepped back and looked at Rose with a dignified gaze.

 

Fast. That was Daphne's initial thought about Rose's strikes. Her second thought was that there was no hesitation or fear in Rose's movements. If it weren't for the extraordinary perception she possessed because of the Greengrass House's Inborn Technique - [Heart of Nature], it would have been difficult for her to evade the attacks of the girl with white hair.

 

"Looks like someone's good at dodging," Rose taunted with a smile on her face.

 

The Greengrass heiress coldly huffed and swiftly approached her, delivering quick and precise punches.

 

Completely relaxed and unconcerned, Rose, with her hands behind her back, easily dodged the attacks with an extremely provocative smile. She circled around Daphne and leaned back as she whispered,

 

"I'm going to show off a bit for your boyfriend, hope you don't mind."

 

Daphne's eyes nearly instantly began to gleam with a cold light, a green aura spreading around her like an ethereal flame burning silently. The smell of ozone filled the classroom, and flashes flickered around Daphne. The thunderous sounds of thunder echoed.

 

The Greengrass House's Inborn Technique - [Heart of Nature] - involved controlling natural phenomena, such as natural disasters, at the highest levels of mastery of the Inborn Technique.

 

Daphne manipulated the lightning bolts as if wielding a weapon, aiming them at Rose, who still smiled nonchalantly. Without hesitation, she fired.

 

Clearly, Rose easily dodged the attack and continued to evade the dozens of lightning bolts fired at her sequentially.

 

Rose could have used The Limitless to become invincible, but she chose to dodge all the attacks to further irritate the Slytherin blonde.

 

"Princess, you need to aim properly, otherwise you won't hit me." Rose pointed to the center of her own forehead and taunted while dodging a lightning bolt that nearly grazed her right cheek.

 

Daphne stopped shooting lightning and focused on the atmosphere around Rose, making the air thin and heavy until she essentially created a vacuum in the space around her, wanting to see what Rose would do without air.

 

Rose noticed the change in the atmosphere almost instantly. She didn't intend to let Daphne do as she pleased and reached out, then clenched her hand tightly. The space around Daphne suddenly contracted, locking the Slytherin blonde in place.

 

Daphne tried to break free from the spatial prison, but she couldn't move. It was as if there was a barrier around her skin, preventing her from moving a muscle to free herself.

 

The vacuum zone she wanted to create dissipated without her support, causing the air around Rose to return to normal.

 

"That was risky, Princess. Well, risky is a strong word, but let's just say it was amusing." Rose walked up to Daphne and spoke provocatively. Their faces were dangerously close.

 

Daphne's eyes practically gleamed with fury. In her life, she had never been so angry as she was at this moment. The most frustrating part was that she couldn't punch that smiling face of the white-haired witch.

 

Irena approached and praised aloud, "A great fight, you both have excellent reflexes and speed, but I recall saying it was a friendly match."

 

She looked at both girls and spoke sternly, "You two are disqualified. You both lost."

Rose didn't care; anyone could see that she was the one who won. She didn't need someone to tell her whether she had won or lost.

 

Giving Daphne a provocative kiss on the cheek, Rose laughed at the furious look on the girl's face and returned to the Gryffindor girls' group, humming a pleasant tune.

 

"I'm going to kill that witch!!!" Daphne, free from the spatial confinement, spat out each word through clenched teeth.

 

"Good luck with that," Irene said, noticing the tension between the two, likely an adolescent love triangle that she was too lazy to inquire about.

 

Daphne turned and went back to the Slytherin girls' group. No one dared to speak, noticing the cold and murderous aura she emanated. However, her power certainly surprised everyone, solidifying her status as one of the strongest in Slytherin, so the loss to Rose was not without gains.

 

The girls' fights continued, nothing as shocking as Daphne and Rose's fight, but still very good fights, especially Luna Lovegood's, who defeated her opponent simply by dodging with erratic and unpredictable movements.

 

Dorea Malfoy's fight was also interesting, but she ended up being disqualified for using her Inborn Technique - [Wheel of Fortune] - to make her opponent stumble at every step, bringing misfortune to the Hufflepuff girl.

 

A truly intriguing Inborn Technique.

 

When all the girls finished fighting, the boys finally began.

 

Theodoro was the first, fighting none other than Ron Weasley. Well, calling it a fight was an understatement; Ron seemed to only have talent for Wizard's Chess, as he couldn't land a single blow on Theodoro Nott, who constantly mocked him. In the end, Ron lost in a particularly embarrassing manner.

 

Although this fight didn't garner much excitement from the bored audience, everyone became excited for the next match.

 

Asterion Black vs. Neville Longbottom.

 

"How in the name of Merlin did that Squib get into Hogwarts as a student? Shouldn't it have replaced Finch?" Theodoro asked his shocked companion.

 

At least in England, Neville was famous, famous for almost wiping out the main branch of the Longbottom House. If Neville's son didn't possess magical abilities, the main branch would be officially declared extinct, and the side branch would take over the Longbottom House. It could be said that all pure-bloods knew Neville, not in a very good way.

 

"His grandmother must have spread her legs for Dumbledore," Draco sarcastically remarked, eliciting laughter from everyone.

 

Asterion looked at the indifferent Neville. He could hide his emotions well, but the Black heir could sense the negative emotions ready to explode at any moment.

 

As for the match with Neville, it was obviously rigged. Asterion used tiny Cursed Spirits he used for spying to hold onto the slip of paper containing Neville's name inside the box. Then he waited for his turn and picked the paper.

 

"Everyone to the ring," Irene said, feeling a bit impatient with the incessant murmurs around.

 

Asterion walked to the center of the arena with calm steps while checking to ensure his gloves were firmly secured on his hands.

 

Neville also walked to the center of the ring with a particularly cold look, hiding a faint murderous intent behind his seemingly indifferent gaze.

 

"It's been three years, Mr. Longbottom," Asterion greeted him, flexing his fingers, opening and closing them repeatedly.

 

Neville didn't speak and continued to stare at Asterion with a cold gaze.

 

"You know, I can feel your hatred towards me, but I'm confused," Asterion said, unconcerned by his silence.

 

"I haven't done anything to deserve your hatred, yet you want to kill me," he spoke calmly. "Although I believe your hatred is against my family, I sense that you particularly want to kill me."

 

Neville's eyes grew colder with each word from Asterion. His muscles tensed and became firmer; the teenager was ready to fight him.

 

"So, I've realized. You hate me because I represent everything you're not. It hurts to look at me and see your opposite reflection," Asterion continued speaking, unfazed by Neville's subtle movements.

 

When Asterion finished speaking, Neville rushed towards him. His speed seemed like a fleeting shadow to the other students, even to Irene, who widened her eyes in shock.

 

Neville reached Asterion in 0.1 second.

 

He clenched his fist and punched with all the force he could muster.

 

Asterion didn't move a muscle to dodge.

 

"How rude to attack someone unprepared," Asterion spoke, looking at the fist that missed, passing beside his shoulder.

 

Neville seemed shocked; he knew he couldn't miss, especially with the superhuman reflexes he possessed.

 

But seeing that he had missed, Neville attacked again, but the same thing happened, and he missed the blow once again. The teenager didn't stop and continued to rain down punches on Asterion, but without exception, they all missed, and Asterion hadn't even moved a muscle to dodge!

 

In the Gryffindor girls' group, Hermione opened her mouth, witnessing the incredible scene, punches that they couldn't even see the trajectory of, seemed to deliberately miss Asterion, who was still standing in the same place without dodging once.

 

"What's going on?" She murmured to herself, still confused.

 

Rose beside her glanced at Asterion's wrist, where a small silver snake was biting its own tail. She didn't need to be a genius to know it was a cursed spirit.

 

Asterion, who was looking curiously at the punches, calculated the force behind each punch from the wind they caused. About five tons or less, he wasn't a physicist to calculate something like that accurately.

 

But it was an incredible strength for a human body with not a drop of magical energy. Neville wasn't and couldn't use Reinforcement Magic to strengthen his body, so this was the pure strength of his body.

 

An amazing achievement, but this wasn't the universe of One Punch Man, where Saitama could defeat everything with one punch. In most anime and similar universes, physical strength always took second place, losing only to the energy of the universe itself.

 

In this world, it was no different. No matter how much strength you had, in the face of an energy capable of changing reality itself, human flesh was nothing.

 

For example, Asterion stood still while using Ouroboros to manipulate fate, changing the fate of each of Neville's punches, causing him to miss each one.

 

Certainly, Asterion himself admitted that using Ouroboros to manipulate the fate of mere punches... was at the very least... futile. But, he was childish on some occasions, so he opted to use a Special Grade Cursed Spirit intended to be used against a monster named Rose Potter.

 

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Next Chapter: 59 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (4), Chapter 60 - School Council, Chapter 61 - Mission (1), Chapter 62 - Mission (2), Chapter 63 - Mission (3), Chapter 64 - Mission (4), Chapter 65 - Mission (5), Chapter 66 - Consequences of the Attack (1), Chapter 67 - Consequences of the Attack (2), Chapter 68 - Invasion of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 69 - Invasion of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 70 - Invasion of Hogwarts (3), Chapter 71 - Invasion of Hogwarts (4), Chapter 72 - Invasion of Hogwarts (5), Chapter 73 - Invasion of Hogwarts (6), Chapter 74 - Invasion of Hogwarts (7), Chapter 75 - Invasion of Hogwarts (8), Chapter 76 - Invasion of Hogwarts (9), Chapter 77 - Invasion of Hogwarts (10), Chapter 78 - Invasion of Hogwarts (11), Chapter 79 - Post-War (1), Chapter 80 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (1), Chapter 81 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (2), Chapter 82 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (3), Chapter 83 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (4).


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