บท 169: I Still Like The Way You Guys Were Rebellious Just Now(2)
The tall guy looked at his hands in frustration. Now it seemed, technically speaking, he couldn't compare to Blake at all.
Blake gave him his wand back. Because this guy was very polite. So Blake didn't beat him like he did with Flint.
After all, he's just looting chests, and not all Slytherins were bad guys.
The tall guy went down in a daze. He completely lost the arrogance that he had when he wanted to frighten Blake by saying his name when he first came to the stage.
"Next," Blake said flatly.
After that, a dozen senior Slytherins came up in succession.
At first, Blake let his opponents attack first. But later, because of his time he decided to switch things up
So when, basically, the duel just started. Blake just put the opponent down.
Blake used all the spells that Senior Penelope taught him a couple of days ago.
Penelope, who was in the audience, looked joyful.
"Look! This is the spell I taught him!"
An inexplicable sense of accomplishment arose in her being 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 mean it.
'Just using the spell I taught him, He overthrew the group of Slytherins who had been practising 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 already numb. Those who could fight the most had all been defeated.
At this moment, for the remaining Slytherins to be able to beat Blake. That was almost impossible.
Blake waited for a while, but no one came up. Where the Slytherin students were standing, everyone lowered their eyebrows and looked down. They were no longer the same as when they were raging.
Apparently, they were all overwhelmed Although this guy Blake is annoying. But the Slytherins had to admit that this guy was really powerful.
The most admirable thing was. He didn't win by powerful spells or powerful mana.
Blake relied on all skills. Although the spells used are just those few back and forth, whether it was the technique of avoiding spells or the technique of casting spells quickly.
It was all to please people. He was giving them a show on duelling.
"It's been a long time since I've seen such a technical duel." Professor Flitwick sighed.
Blake raised his wand and looked at it. The continuous fighting made his magic wand start to heat up. But he hid this clumsiness very successfully today.
It not only took advantage of it, but it also wouldn't arouse Dumbledore and Voldemort's fear because it was too powerful because the spells and tricks he used to beat his opponent today all has a history.
They were the spells were taught by Penelope and the skills were taught by Professors Quirrell and Flitwick.
So Blake just showed his talent today. For the rest, nothing was exposed.
But it still caused a varying range of emotions from those who were watching him.
Today, he could be said to be making a lot of money. Professor Flitwick alone contributed three golden treasure chests.
Probably because he was used to Blake's awesomeness. So the burst rate was not very high...
Blake withdrew his mind from system space. Then opened his 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 didn't like how unruly you guys were just now..." Blake said.
But this time, no one said anything.
Even the little wizards from other houses, except for Ravenclaw who had been eating melons from beginning to end.
The little wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff all had big smiles on their faces.
But one thing is the same in all of them.
And that was that 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 wanted to join.
When Blake stood on the top and defeated one strong enemy after another with extreme skills.
He was really cool! So elegant!
Among the little wizards of this age, who wouldn't want to be in the limelight? Who didn'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 their minds again.
Blake glanced at Snape, but Snape turned away, without speaking. Today he had conceeded!
Blake held his wand and walked up to the students from Slytherins.
"Perhaps...you will feel that I have trampled on your dignity. But... this is not what I desired. Do you desire this power that I showed you?"
All the Slytherins looked up at Blake. It would be a lie to say that there was no desire.
In other words, among the four major houses, they were the ones who yearned for power the most.
Because only when you had a certain amount of power. Then you were qualified to face your 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 instil those weird thoughts in others again? This habit of using of trying to seduce people at every turn, who has he inherited it from?
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 won't treat you differently."
Blake turned and looked at Quirrell, and he saw those familiar vertical pupils.
He didn't know when it started, but 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 expressions. 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? He was born to be in my camp! How can such a talent be buried in the hands of that old fool?'
Then, 'Quirrell' said loudly,
"Let our chairman, Mr. Green, 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 Quirell 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 hexes were banned!
And when they were grouped, they were all friends from their houses. This was to avoid another dispute between different houses, and then fighting again...
As for Blake, he didn't any 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 sipped it.
Blake put down his glass, while no one was looking, he whispered,
"He's about to move."
Dumbledore looked at Blake seriously,
"When?"
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