Capítulo 54: Unknown, and Commentary
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The feeling of the side of his face squished against the cold and dusty floor was not the feeling you wanted when waking up, but it was the one that Quinn felt when he groggily opened his eyes.
He coughed, dislocating the dust and at the same time inhaling said dust into his mouth.
Quinn immediately sat up but felt a dizzy spell hit him. His ears rang with a continuous buzzing, and the world around him was unstable and out of focus.
The thought of conjuring a mouthful of water to clean his mouth was out of his mind as he struggled to properly assess his situation. The ringing in his ears and the blurry vision didn't help as Quinn tried to stand up, almost falling back to the floor in his effort.
When he stood up, Quinn wavered to his sides. Like a drunk with alcohol impairing his balance. Quinn grabbed his head because a headache assaulted him, making the ringing in his ears much more annoying.
All the volatility in his body finally caught up to Quinn, and he stumbled forward, falling to the ground, his hands and forearm supporting his body from making complete contact with the floor.
He cried out a mighty groan of pain as he turned to lay down on his back. Coincidentally, all his wobbling trying to walk caused him to fall just under the tunnel to this room, the sole source of dim light that fell from the Room of Rewards above.
Under the circled of light, Quinn's chest moved up and down as he stared at the light. Slowly, his mental faculties returned to him, the ringing in his ears subsided, and the world returned to focus. The fading headache finally allowed Quinn to think where he was.
"... The second vault," croaked Quinn, his voice cracking because of a dried-out throat.
Quinn couldn't recall anything about how he had fallen unconscious. All he could remember was walking in the room, and then he woke up with a nasty case of disorientation. The time between was just like sleep.
'I was so careful this time,' thought Quinn; he hadn't taken any hasty steps while exploring the vault. He didn't even dare to step off the metal disc before he was sure that there was no trap in the chamber.
"But, it still happened... damn it, it still happened." Quinn laughed derisively. His light chuckles amplified in the quiet room before falling back into the consuming silence.
Closing his eyes, Quinn decided to check the condition of his body. Several healing-grade diagnostic charms flowed through his body, giving back their result to Quinn. He couldn't find anything wrong with his body except a concussion. He guessed he hit his head on the floor on his fall.
"Nothing Madam Pomfrey can't fix," groaned Quinn. "What time is it?" Quinn took out his pocket watch from his robes and saw that there was only an hour before the curfew. He never stayed in the Room of Rewards after curfew because Portrait-Vindictus was an ex-headmaster, and Quinn didn't want the portrait to snitch on him being out after curfew.
Quinn sat up from his laying position and sighed, "Time to get out of here." He pulled himself up to his feet and looked behind him at the dark vault chamber before raising both his hands to shoot out cords of light of the seize-and-pull spell. A cord each shot out of Quinn's hands and attached themselves to the tunnel near its entrance.
With a sigh, the spell pulled him up the tunnel. When he got out, Quinn saw the Hogwarts seal reappear on the place, hiding the tunnel, returning the room to its usual appearance, leaving no clue that there was a tunnel underneath the floor.
Quinn vanished the dust on his clothes and walked to the exit. He pushed the door open and stepped out to nod a greeting towards Portrait-Vindictus, but said nothing and directly left.
He made his way to the Hospital Wing, walking carefully as he still didn't have complete control over his coordination and felt a little nauseous.
"Madam Pomfrey," called out Quinn, plopping his butt down on one of the chairs, rubbing his temple to alleviate the headache that had returned.
The Matron turned towards the voice to see Quinn sitting in a chair and was about to turn him away because it was already late, but then she saw the pale look on Quinn, with him showing a pained expression.
She switched to her healer mode and hurried to the patient, "What happened to you." She pulled out her wand and started to cast spells on Quinn, getting a full diagnostics.
"I think it is a concussion," responded Quinn. He said nothing else as Poppy Pomfrey was a professional, and he didn't need to tell about the spells he cast on himself. 'She just casted more spells than I casted, so she probably already knows.'
The Matron finally stated her diagnostic results, "You have a concussion, and your magic core is surprisingly drained. What were you doing?" She walked away, and when she came back, she had a potion vial in her hand.
"Down this," ordered the Matron, putting the vial in Quinn's face.
He took it without a complaint and gulped the awful-tasting potion in a single gulp.
"Yuck," said Quinn, sticking out his tongue in disgust.
"Don't be a baby," chided the medi-healer. "How are you feeling?"
Quinn exhaled a heavy sigh as he felt the potion doing its work. He already felt so much better. "It is working."
He looked up at Madam Pomfrey and saw the question in her eyes.
"I over-practiced and fainted on the floor." It surprised Quinn when Pomfrey told him about the depleted magical core. He hadn't checked on his magical core when he was in the vault chamber.
'I didn't use much magic inside the vault. What the hell inside happened while I was out?!' wondered Quinn. At least the last time he knew what happened, but this time he had no idea what took place.
Pomfrey sighed before offering, "Do you want to sleep here today?"
Quinn shook his head and rejected the kind offer, "No, it is alright. I would like to sleep in my own bed." He had no problem sleeping in the Hospital wing, but this year, Quinn felt more comfortable inside the dorm because of the Basilisk.
She stared at Quinn for a moment before saying, "Alright, but come back here if you feel off about something."
Quinn put his hands on his knees, propping himself up. The exhaustion was finally settling in. "I will, thank you, Madam Pomfrey."
Poppy Pomfrey saw of Quinn, looking at the tired back of the boy who was usually full of energy.
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The first thing Quinn did when he reached his dormitory room was to take a warm shower. He stayed under the shower tiredly thinking about the events today.
Unlike the last vault, this vault was a complete mystery. There was nothing of note in the underground chamber.
'Or, there is something in that vault, but it is beyond my level.'
Something had happened to Quinn inside that vault, which meant there definitely was something inside that vault. His sudden unconsciousness and depleted magical core were solid proof of a type of magic in there.
Quinn got out of the shower, deep in thought. The next course of action was different.
"I need to visit the vault chamber once again tomorrow," decided Quinn.
As soon as Quinn decided to visit the second vault, a momentary flash of soft blue light illuminated a spot on Quinn's nape.
The moment the blue appeared on his nape, his eyes blurred for a split second before Quinn spoke.
"Maybe, I will go sometime later. I don't have to hurry about the vault. Yes, that sounds great. Slow and steady wins the race." He yawned and looked towards his bed, "I am exhausted. Oh~ the bed looks really comfortable. I should go to sleep."
He walked towards his bed and laid down on it. "Yeah, this feels great~." He curled up and made himself comfortable.
With a smile on his face, he closed his eyes and sunk into a pleasant sleep.
Another blue flash flickered on Quinn's nape before it faded away, leaving behind a sleeping Quinn.
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The entire school gathered on the Quidditch pitch at eleven o'clock on a Saturday. A game was scheduled between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Quidditch in Hogwarts was a big deal, with almost all of the student population gathering in the stands to watch the game.
The games were such a big deal that the stadium had seats for outsiders to watch the game.
Plus, this game was between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the most bitter rivalry in the history of Hogwarts.
Quinn sat in the commentator's seat, a smile gracing his face. Flitwick had asked him to volunteer for the commentator's job, and he had readily accepted the request without even thinking about it.
He turned to look at McGonagall and asked, "Can I start?"
McGonagall looked at her wristwatch and then looked at the stadium seats and nodded, "Yes, the majority of the seats are filled. I think it is alright to start."
Quinn grinned and turned to the microphone and turned it on.
"Ahem, mic check. Pop-pop popsicles, Ice-ice icicles, Test-test testing, one, two, three... ba dum tss."
Quinn watched as his words turned heads all over the stands, and he grinned, "Alright, I can see many heads turning, which means the microphone is working. We are live."
He turned to face McGonagall and waggled his eyebrows. The transfiguration professor just stared at Quinn, but her stern expression spoke loudly.
Quinn turned back to the microphone and started,
"GOOD MORNING, HOGWARTS!"
He grabbed the microphone and continued,
"Welcome to Hogwarts Quidditch. I am Quinn West and will be your commentator for the exciting game today. Before we start, this commentary was brought to you by the A.I.D consultation service. Are you a Hogwarts student? Are you facing a problem? Come to our office on the fifth floor, and we will sort you out. A.I.D is always happy and ready to help."
He could feel McGonagall's eyes boring into his eyes, but Quinn continued nevertheless.
Quinn looked up at the sky and commented,
"Today seems to be a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the sky, so there are chances it might rain during the game. Rainy day games aren't good because of low visibility. Let's hope that it doesn't rain." He took the chance to give a shout out, "My good friend Luna Lovegood hung Japanese Teru-Teru-bozu dolls that are believed to ward off rain."
"The game today is an exciting one, one with the long-standing rivalry between the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. The two houses have pitted against each other on the field of Quidditch for centuries. Vying for supremacy in the sport beloved by all of Hogwarts."
The two teams entered the pitch, and Quinn veered the attention towards the players.
"The two teams have entered the pitch. Slytherin in green and Gryffindor in red. Both teams look like they are rearing to start the game."
"This game is going to be an exciting one with the Slytherin team riding on Nimbus 2001, the fastest professional brooms on the market. The seven players each have a Nimbus 2001. Courtesy of Lucius Malfoy, but we can all say that it would have been better if he donated that money to upgrade the brooms that students use in flying classes. I am sure Madam Hooch would have been glad to work with some updated equipment, and Madam Pomfrey wouldn't have to grimace every time she looks at the brooms the students currently use. Believe me, it horrifies her that students ride on those arcane brooms."
There were a lot of 'ayes' from the stands. Old brooms didn't inspire motivation in anyone.
"Alright, Slytherin is led by their Captain Marcus Flint. This year, they have the new seeker, the second year, Draco Malfoy. I won't say that this came to me as a surprise. If you know what I mean. Of course, you all know what I mean."
Quinn stared at the Slytherin team and remarked, "Hmm... an all-male team, huh. Well, that is boring. Let's move on."
A pink light flashed on Quinn's nape as he grinned,
"Let's move on to the Gryffindor team. Now, the Gryffindor team is much more interesting. We have the three chasers, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell. Now, this... this is something we can work with."
"Mr. West!" McGonagall's shout transmitted into the stands.
"Alright, alright... can I get a heck yeah from the crowd?"
And Quinn did get a chant of heck yeah. A lot of boys yelled out their 'heck yeahs' quite freely, appreciating Quinn's effort.
"Moving on, Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood leads the team with tenacity and hard work. Sources say that he is a ferocious slave driver that lives for Quidditch. I have also heard that he has professor McGonagall's permission and approval to be rough with the teammates."
The back of Quinn's neck shone red as he proceeded, "I guess professor McGonagall's last game as a Gryffindor student against Slytherin in which she crashed and burned into the stands, still haunts her dream. I would pay serious money for that memory - Ouch! Who shot me with a pinching hex!"
Laughter boomed across the stands, with Quinn's commentary entertaining everybody.
Quinn rubbed his bum while glaring at McGonagall before returning to the microphone, "Next, we have the twins. The Weasley twins rank number one on the Hogwarts twins rankings. I personally like the Patil twins more because they are really diametrically opposite to each other. Returning to the Weasley twins, they have the best coordination as a beater duo, but at the same time, they also have the highest number of fouls of sending the bludger into the stands. So everyone, please look out for stray bludgers coming out for your heads."
"Finally, we have the Gryffindor Seeker, Harry Potter. The second, or maybe the third most famous Potter in the castle. It depends on who you ask, but all of us know that professor Potter is the number Potter in the castle," said Quinn while a pink light flashed on his nape.
"Now, Harry Potter rides a Nimbus 2000, which is the predecessor to the Slytherin houses' Nimbus 2001. The key difference between 2000 and 2001 is the top speed; 2001 out speeds 2000 by a tiny margin. But other than that, both versions have the same top acceleration, handling, turning radius, and braking capabilities. But, top speed can be a crucial factor for professional level players, but here, versions 2000 and 2001 wouldn't be distinguishable on a performance basis."
He looked at the Slytherin team and commented, "But, all seven members of the Slytherin team equipped Nimbus 2001 will give them a great advantage..."
A yellow light flashed on Quinn's nape as he continued, "Damn, I should have opened a betting tab for the game. The money I could've earned. Maybe, next time."
"Mr. West, betting has no place in the honorable sport of Quidditch," berated McGonagall from his back.
"How about if I give good odds to the professors?"
"... How much are you talkin-. I mean, no! It is not allowed!"
"Alright, you know where to find me if you want to get in on the action."
The game was about to start as Madam Hooch descended on the pitch on her broom. And the two teams lined in front of each other.
A roar of cheers overflowed the stadium. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too.
Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.
The game began when the fourteen players and one referee rose up the leaden sky.
Quinn also started his in-game commentary,
"Harry Potter has taken the high sky, higher than the rest of the other players, a standard strategy for snitch hunting."
At that very moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward Harry, who avoided it with a very slim margin. The crowd sucked in their breaths at the close call.
"Oh boy, that was a close call. That Buldger was about to give Potter an intense love hug. George Weasley streaks towards the bludger, but what is this?! The bludger avoids him and once again rushes towards Potter... Oh! What a close call; that bludger almost took out Potter's head."
Seeing, this Quinn thought that Dobby was also part of this timeline as the rogue bludger that was continuously targetting Harry Potter was charmed by Dobby to do so.
But, while Quinn was in deep thought, a blue light appeared on his nape, and suddenly Quinn dropped his line of thought about Dobby. 'I will think about Dobby later. This game is much more fun than thinking about Dobby.'
"Looks like the Gryffindor team has called a time-out. Maybe it is to discuss the bludger that is particularly matey towards their seeker." Quinn continued to diligently provide commentary.
Quinn looked at the sky and spoke, "Looks like the weather is not on our side. It has started to rain. Please, make sure to cover yourself to avoid getting wet and risk catching a cold."
The Gryffindor team ended their time-out without stopping the match to check out the bludger and continued the game in the increasingly pouring rain.
And, the moment the game continued, the bludger whistled towards Harry Potter like a homing missile. Harry flew expertly, avoiding the bludger narrowly every time.
Finally, Harry had spotted the golden snitch, but while he caught it, the bludger rammed into his shoulder hard. Quinn winced, thinking about the shattered bones.
"Oh boy, that will surely hurt a lot later. Wait... Harry Potter has caught the snitch. The golden seeker has caught the golden snitch! The game is over! Gryffindor, against the clear equipment deficit, has defeated Slytherin and has clinched the victory from their mouths. Oliver Wood and his team have done it. Gryffindor is VICTORIOUS!"
Another flash of blue graced his nape, and Quinn lost all his energy. He sat down on his seat and felt a little tired from all the talking he did.
"This was more tiring than I thought," said Quinn, not knowing that something was happening to him.
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Pink - ???
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Quinn West - MC - Something is wrong with him.
McGonagall - Quidditch Junkee - Avid Gryffindor supporter.
Harry Potter - Seeker - Busted arm (Lockhart still vanishes his arm)
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Capítulo 55: Engraving Tool, and Duelling Club
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Quinn stood in his workshop, working on a new piece of equipment. He had worked hard to get this piece of equipment and had kind-off risked his life while obtaining it.
In front of him sat a thin black rectangular case on a table in his workshop. He gazed at the black case, and it unlocked with a click. The case's lid rose up and moved aside, revealing behind a thin golden cylinder with a four millimeter (4 mm) diameter and a length of twelve centimeters (12 cm).
The thin golden cylinder was the same cylinder that super chilled using the cold energy from Absolute Zero. Quinn didn't touch the box or the gold cylinder because they were intensely cold.
He glanced at the spot on the table beyond the black case, and there sat a hexagonal metal cylinder with a conical tip on one end; in simpler words, it was in the shape of a pencil.
The metallic pencil rose from the table and flew into Quinn's hand. The metallic pencil was made from vanadium and steel alloy. He moved the metallic pencil closer to his face and saw the faint runic markings all over the pencil's surface.
He turned it to the non-conical side to reveal a cylindrical hole in the pencil. This was the place where the chilled gold cylinder was going to fit. The metallic pencil was a runic tool that used a super chilled magic conductor as its core to channel magic into the runes etched into the metal.
The metallic pencil floated in his hand, and his other hand veered his hand towards the gold cylinder and used his magic to lift it off the case. Quinn could feel his magic react to the cold, and it was slightly more difficult to control, but to Quinn, it was nothing as he had operated his magic on a super-chilled block of ice for months.
The hexagonal metallic pencil and the gold cylindrical core lined with each other, and with a move of magic, the gold cylindrical core slipped inside the metallic pencil. The opening immediately closed when the gold cylinder was fully inserted into the metal.
Quinn gently channeled magic into the metallic pencil, and immediately, all the runic markings on the surface glowed with white, and the tip of the metallic pencil also turned white.
"Excellent," grinned Quinn.
The back of his nape shone in violet color. Quinn felt extremely proud of the magical tool floating over his hands. He genuinely thought that this was the best thing that came out of this room in the entire thousand-year history of Hogwarts.
"Alright, let's go and test this out," Quinn spoke and cleared out the black case from the table and bought out a thin circular metal disc of the size of a coaster.
Placing the thin metallic disc on the table, Quinn stuck it to the table with a sticking charm.
"Okay, testing the new concentrated magic engraving tool for shallow rune engraving," commented Quinn while he put on his leather apron, leather gloves, and safety goggles.
Quinn's metallic pencil engraving tool floated above the metal disc, and with a thrum of Quinn's magic, the rune marking light up in white, and the tip shone brighter than any rune on the metal.
The metal engraver lowered down to the metal disc, and the white tip contacted the metal. There was a trill as Quinn used magic to draw runes on the metal disc, carefully sliding the glowing tip over the disc to mark runes over the metal.
The glow on the runes and tip changed as Quinn dynamically altered the flow of magic as per the requirement. It took a few minutes before the entire surface of the metal disc was marked with very shallow runes.
The runes on the engraver dimmed as Quinn stopped supplying magic to the gold core inside the metal body.
Quinn vanished the fumes created because of the engraving before pulling the engraver closer to him. He released the gold core from the body and observed its condition after a session of rune engraving.
"Hmm, at this rate, it will last for another... maybe ten sessions before I need to recharge the cold energy from Absolute Zero," noted Quinn as he attentively examined the thin gold cylindrical core.
The core floated to the side and took its place back inside the black case as Quinn moved towards the engraved metal disc.
Shallow engravings of less than a millimeter (<=0.9 mm) depth covered the entire metal surface.
"Oh yeah, now this is precision art," Quinn admired the runic marking engraved by the rune engraver. The results were as stunning as Quinn expected.
Runes were all about the material used and the shape of the runes that were drawn. The more accurate the constructs, the better the runes would perform their tasks.
Before today, Quinn had been using transmutation to engrave runes on solid surfaces like wood and metals, but there was a slight problem with that method, and it was precision. Quinn could successfully mark runes into the solids, but they were not the best engravings as Quinn struggled with dimensions.
He couldn't make engravings that had a depth of less than two to three millimeters (2 - 3 mm) with transmutation because that level of precision was out of his current mastery level. Some runes needed to be of depths less than that amount, and unless Quinn could improve his mastery, those runes would work, but not as effectively as Quinn wanted them to. But, with the rune engraver, Quinn could overcome the problem until he could improve his mastery over transmutation.
He picked up the metal disc into a wooden frame and fitted a glass dome over the wooden frame to cover the metal disc. Quinn set everything in their place with sticking charms.
Quinn looked up at the ceiling chandelier, and all the candles extinguished with a gust of wind.
The room went dark with no light source.
Light from the table bathed the room with white as Quinn's newly engraved metallic disc performed its function. It was a rune cluster that produced an orb of light above the metal disc, providing light like a standard light bulb.
Quinn looked around and finally saw how everything in his workshop looked like in white light instead of the yellow light of the candles.
"Yeah, white light is better than yellow light. Much better," Quinn picked up the magical light bulb and moved around the room to shine a light on everything. "Three more for the workshop and two for the office would be enough."
He stared at the magical light bulb with a proud smile on his face. The violet on his nape bloomed and thrummed with activity.
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Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying in the Hospital wing as though dead. Such news had spread through the entire school. The air was suddenly thick with rumor and suspicion. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone.
Before, Mrs. Norris was petrified, so no one really cared about the event as the victim was a cat, but this time the victim was a student, and with the rumor mill, the teenage minds believed whatever was fed to them.
And, amongst all this tension, the school announced an event that excited all students in Hogwarts.
Quinn, Eddie, and Marcus stood in front of the notice board in front of the entrance hall. A small knot of people stood with them, who were similarly reading a piece of parchment pinned on the board.
"They're starting a Dueling Club!" said Marcus. "First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days..."
"What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel?" joked Eddie, but he, too, read the sign with interest.
"Could be useful," Quinn said to Eddie and Marcus as they walked to the Great Hall for dinner. "At the very least, it would be fun. Let's drop by tonight."
Eddie and Marcus were all for it. So, at nine o'clock that evening, three pals hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished, and a circular stage had in the middle of the hall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more, and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
It surprised Quinn to see a circular stage instead of the long straight one like in the series.
"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Marcus as they edged into the chattering crowd.
"It will be Flitwick, of course. He was a dueling champion, who better than him," replied Eddie.
Quinn grinned as he nudged them to look at the stage. "At least one of you is right," Quinn spoke, but it surprised him as well because Filius Flitwick accompanied Gilderoy Lockhart instead of Snape in the canon Snape and Lockhart pairing.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!"
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works."
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Flitwick," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry — you'll still have your Charms master when I'm through with him, never fear!"
Flitwick's lip was curled into an almost feral smile in response.
Quinn cackled and repeatedly slapped Eddie on his shoulder, "Lockhart is an idiot!"
Eddie and Marcus actually felt second-hand embarrassment because of Lockhart.
Lockhart and Flitwick turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Flitwick simply nodded. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will aim to kill, of course."
"One - two - three -"
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Flitwick cried, "Stupefy!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light, and the next second, Lockhart crumpled into a heap on the floor.
Quinn could see Malfoy and his gang of Slytherin cheered. Many girls gasped and squealed their fingers.
Flitwick turned to look at the crowd of students and spoke, "Looks like professor Lockhart would be out of commission for a while, so I will be taking over this lesson." Flitwick swung his wand, and Lockhart's clothes tugged upward and dragged him off the stage to a corner of the Great Hall.
"The charm I used was a Stunning charm - as you saw, it stunned professor Lockhart unconscious. Now, I think you saw sufficient demonstration. Does anyone like to volunteer?"
Flitwick turned around to look at the entire crowd and didn't see any hands rising. Maybe it was because they just saw Flitwick stun Lockhart or because no one wanted to go first.
Quinn also looked around to see if anyone would volunteer when he felt his shoulders being grabbed. He looked to his sides to see Eddie and Marcus smiling, and then they pushed him forward.
"Whoa! You gormless little pieces of naffers," cursed Quinn as he stumbled to the front of the crowd.
Flitwick's eyes shined as he excitedly clapped in bony hands, "Looks like Mr. West wants to take part, excellent, ten points to Ravenclaw. Come on up."
Quinn sighed before shaking his head with a smile. He removed his robes and turned back to throw them at Eddie, "You two better not come up there because I will make your lives miserable." Glaring at his two friends as they stuck out their tongues at him.
The crowd cheered when Quinn removed his robes and climbed up onto the stage while loosening his necktie. He raised his hand to the crowd with a chill smile on his face.
"Now, who will be the other one," Flitwick twirled around his spot. "Students, don't be shy, and please step up."
Quinn was absentmindedly playing with his fake wand when he heard the Slytherin cheer up. He turned in their direction to find a Slytherin student climb upstairs to the stage.
'Miles Bletchley, fourth-year,' Quinn tilted his head as he identified the Slytherin student.'Slytherin Quidditch team, a mean-spirited individual who lacked good sportsmanship. He takes enjoyment in mocking others and likes to play rough. Hmm, did he come up because he thinks he can win this fight?'
The red light took root on his nape as Quinn felt disrespected. He could see the slight smirk on Miles Bletchley's face, which made Quinn feel angry.
Flitwick grinned in delight as he motioned his two participants to face each other.
"Face your partners!" called Flitwick, back on the platform. "And bow!"
Neither of the two duelers bowed to each other and just stared at the other. Bletchley smirked at Quinn, while Quinn didn't smile or anything and just stared back.
"Wands at the ready!" shouted Flitwick. "When I count to three, cast your charms to Disarm your opponents — only to disarm them - we don't want any accidents - one... two... three, GO!"
Quinn didn't bother raising his wand high and just stared at Bletchley. On the other hand, Bletchley moved immediately and casted a curse, and it was not the Disarming charm.
"Furnunculus!"
The Furnunculus Curse caused the target to erupt in painful boils/pimples. If you had mastery over the curse, then the boils could be pretty painful and continuously ooze with puss.
A gold flash of spell light zapped toward Quinn, who simply side-stepped to avoid the curse.
Bletchley clicked his tongue and casted one more curse.
"Calvorio," A dark curse that removed all hair from the curses' victim.
Quinn ducked and let the spell pass him.
'Alright, if this is how he wants to play,' thought Quinn and walked towards Bletchley.
Bletchley frowned and cursed another charm.
"Locomotor Mortis!" A curse that is used to bind the legs of the victim together.
Quinn hopped to let the curse hit the floor.
Bletchley growled as he saw a mocking grin on Quinn's face.
"STUPEFY!" Bletchley roared in frustration. A jet of red coursed through the air aimed right at Quinn's face.
Quinn tilted his head with a smirk, and the red jet whistled past him.
Bletchley stood stunned at yet another dodge and was startled when he saw Quinn running towards him. He raised his wand and tried to cast a charm, but in his agitated state, he wasn't able to decide on a spell.
Quinn stopped right in front of Bletchley, winked at his opponent, and snatched Bletchley's wand straight from his hand and chucked it over his head into the crowd.
"Aww, nice try. Those were some serious nasty curses, you know? If one of those hit me, that would have been bad." Quinn tapped Bletchley's face with the back of his hand. "Better luck next time!"
The red glow on his nape turned violet as he turned his back to Bletchley and pumped his hand in the air.
"That's how you do it!"
The crowd, which was silent while watching the duel, erupted in cheers and applauses for Quinn. To watch a person dodging every spell and win without using magic in the manner Quinn did was exciting to see.
Quinn put his fake wand on the side of his neck, and it amplified his voice for all to hear, "Alright, who is next. Let's get this party started."
Flitwick, who was watching from the side, just beamed and walked off the stage. He was surprised that Quinn didn't cast a single spell, but he was amused by the effortless dodging. Looking at the crowd's mood, he decided it would be a waste to remove Quinn from the stage.
No time was wasted as one of the Weasley twins stepped on the stage and the Gryffindor students cheered for him,
"Take the birdbrain down!" "Gryffindor rules!"
Quinn spread his arms and smiled towards the Weasley twin, "Ah, before we start, which one are you?"
The Weasley laughed before speaking, "I am Fred, or maybe I am George. Or, maybe I am Forge or neither of them and am Gred."
Quinn nodded with a tilt and laughed, "True, true, what is in a name? Let's start, shall we?"
Both nodded and readied their wands. From below the stage, Flitwick counted them off,
"One - two - three, GO!"
This time Quinn moved first and swiftly took a step forward while kneeling down on one knee to shoot a conjured rope towards Fred/George's legs.
The sudden spell took the twin by surprise, and the rope wrapped around his legs, sealing any movement from his lower body and also messing up his balance.
Quinn grinned and waved his wand. Suddenly, The rope around Fred/George's legs rose up into the air with its captive in the tow.
"Woah!" shouted Fred/George as he found himself being lifted into the air, upside down at that.
Quinn let the Weasley hang in the air for a bit before levitating the rope so that Fred/George moved towards the Gryffindor crowd and lowered him close to the ground before releasing the rope spell, letting Weasley fall onto the floor.
Everyone, including a lot of Gryffindor students, cheered for Quinn at yet another win.
The victor raised both his hands and prompting the crowd to cheer more loudly.
Quinn laughed in delight as he bathed in the cheers. The violet on his nape deepened in color and turned vivid and dark. Inside his body, Quinn's magic sang with power and vibrated with activity; Quinn felt his magic's presence much clearer than ever before.
He closed his eyes and felt his connection with his magic deepen in real-time. The feeling was exhilarating, lifting his already good mood even better.
'This feels so good!'
The patch of violet on Quinn's nape had gained another level of depth as Quinn felt the change in his magic.
Not for a second did the thought of why his magic was reacting the way it did, cross Quinn's mind. His mind was too distracted by the stimulation his magic was providing right now.
Quinn's magic was changing.
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Blue - _ _ _ T _
Pink - ???
Red - _ _ _ _ H
Yellow - _ _ E _ _
Violet - _ _ I _ E
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Quinn West - MC - Having a good time...
Filius Flitwick - Duel Master - Scoot over it is my time.
Gilderoy Lockhart - "- Professor -" - Stunned unconscious.
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