bdsm-fiction Chapter 281 Referee Career
Chapter 281 Referee Career
Chapter 281 Referee Career
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"Bang!"
As she watched the student in front of her get hit by a spell, and the magic array on her body made a soft sound, Loila's lips twitched slightly.
The referees of the dueling tournament—it sounds impressive, but in an environment like Hogwarts—it's more like being tortured up close.
Why didn't you dodge the stun spell? You saw the spell coming and instead of trying to dodge, you closed your eyes? You idiot!
Loila pursed her lips and gently waved her wand to pull the girl up.
It must be said that even after more than a year of training at the Dueling Club, the Hogwarts students' dueling skills are still far inferior to Durmstrang's.
It could also be because the Duel Club was run by Mr. Lockhart in the first year—I wonder how he's doing in Azkaban.
In short, the three matches that Loira refuted this afternoon were basically the same: it was a contest of who could chant the spell the fastest.
Basically, whoever unleashes the curse first wins.
Dodging and blocking were almost non-existent—perhaps because these students were quite young.
"Miss Hamilton, what do you think of the students at Hogwarts?" As if sensing Loira's thoughts, Dumbledore appeared beside Loira at some point.
"Ah—I feel alright." Royla gave an ambiguous answer. It wouldn't be good if she said she was inferior to Durmstrang or something, and Dumbledore dragged her into a duel.
"Actually, they're still a ways off from Durmstrang's students, aren't they?" Dumbledore succinctly revealed Royla's thoughts.
"Hmm—" You said that yourself, it has nothing to do with me—
Seeing that Loila remained silent, Dumbledore continued, "It's a matter of course, Miss Hamilton."
"Hogwarts is different from Durmstrang. There isn't such a strong atmosphere of dueling and dark magic here," Dumbledore said with a shrug. "In times of peace, it's fertile ground for cultivating righteous Aurors."
"But in times of crisis, things become a bit more challenging, don't they?"
Dumbledore didn't seem to be waiting for Royla's reply. He simply said to himself, "But now Voldemort is about to make a comeback, and we are truly in a critical moment."
"Voldemort?" Upon hearing this name, Loila muttered in surprise, "Is he still alive?"
Although Mr. Lupin had investigated his whereabouts before, he seemed to have disappeared this year—perhaps because he was killed by himself?
I should have killed the old Voldemort.
"Of course he's alive." Dumbledore nodded. "He's lurking in the darkness, watching us silently like a viper."
"Of course, I'm not referring to Miss Nagini." Dumbledore said, glancing at Loyla's sleeve. He seemed to see Miss Nagini hiding inside, her tongue flicking out.
Loila, with her hands slightly behind her back, asked, "But—Voldemort—"
"I don't think I'm a match for you either—"
Based on your performance just now, do you really think Voldemort could beat you?
Loila didn't think so.
"Voldemort is no ordinary dark wizard, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said slowly. "Although I am pleased that you have confidence in me."
"But even I can't do anything about him."
Are you being modest or serious? Besides, I'm not that confident in you—I'd even love for Voldemort to kill you.
And—why are you telling me all this? I'm just an ordinary Hogwarts professor. Isn't Voldemort a bit too far-fetched?
I'm just here to kill you, not for Voldemort or anything —
Loila glanced at Dumbledore suspiciously, but could only see a smile.
"Alright, Miss Hamilton, the next match is about to begin, isn't it?" he said, shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
Watching his retreating figure, Loila blinked, not quite understanding his thoughts.
"The fourth match is between Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff and Julian Stingray of Ravenclaw."
Seeing the two students come out, Loila nodded slightly and then gestured for them to stand back to back.
Mr. Diggory was somewhat familiar to Loila; he was one of her students in magic arrays, though he didn't seem to be very good at them.
Is he better at—interacting with girls?
Anyway, whenever Loila saw him, he always seemed to be with different girls. Although he looked like he was studying hard, Loila didn't think so.
I wonder how good his spells are —
"Nice to meet you." Cedric smiled at Julianne and then bowed slightly.
"Nice to meet you." Miss Stingley simply nodded, her expression cold and aloof.
Seeing this, Loila nodded slightly and then raised her wand and flicked it.
"Bang."
Fireworks exploded, and the duel began.
To be honest, Royla sometimes started to wonder if she was just there to give Dumbledore a free fireworks show—it felt like the referee was completely useless.
"Fierce Fire!"
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment, then saw the flames emerging from the tip of Miss Stingray's wand.
Why are you using dark magic right from the start?!
On the other side, Cedric seemed to be stunned for a moment as he looked at the green flames. He didn't seem to have expected anyone to use such dark magic directly.
Although she was eager to see how the Hogwarts students would deal with Fiendfyre, Royla had to immediately raise her wand and aim it at Fiendfyre due to the rules.
"Buzz!"
With a flick of her wand, golden lines emerged from the tip and then enveloped and disintegrated the Fiendfire.
"Miss Stingray—the use of Fiendfire is—forbidden," Roy coughed and reminded her.
"Is that so?" Miss Stingley raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaware of the matter. "It seems I'm out of luck with the championship."
"I'm only good at black magic."
"Ahem—" Loila coughed to signal the young lady to watch her step. This wasn't Durmstrang—speaking like that at Hogwarts was dangerous—it wouldn't be good if some sharp-eared Auror heard her.
However, what she said was true; using black magic would result in an immediate loss.
And so Mr. Diggory achieved his first victory.
Looking at the somewhat bewildered Cedric Diggory, Loila shook her head helplessly. "Look at him, he's the same age as you and he can already use dark magic like Fiendfire."
You don't seem to know it yet—you should learn dark magic properly, Mr. Diggory.
Loila gave the victor of the duel an encouraging look.