Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 497 The Victory or Defeat is Over

Chapter 497 The Victory or Defeat is Over

Cedric lay on the floor, staring blankly at the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium.

The weather was bad tonight; the clouds were thick, and it looked like a downpour was imminent, just like his mood.

Before they finished practicing and Cedric proposed a semi-formal duel, he had thought he might lose, but he never expected to lose so decisively.

He lasted only five minutes before being defeated by a sudden paralysis spell from Xilun.

Before this, Cedric was actually quite confident. As the president of the Hogwarts student council, he had his own pride.

This pride stems from his outstanding academic performance and exceptional practical skills.

Six consecutive years at the top of his class, a report card with almost all zeros, 0.WL certificates, mastering Apparition in a month, and just a week ago, he received an application form for an internship as an Auror from the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office.

As long as he signs his name on it, he can, like another Hufflepuff from a few years ago, go straight into the Auror office before even graduating.

That Hufflepuff is called Nymphadora Tonks, and she's now a seasoned Auror.

So even though the Goblet of Fire chose Shiren to be the champion of Hogwarts from among everyone, including him, Cedric did not think he was necessarily worse than Shiren.

Although he cannot summon Cerberus or conquer the Kelpie, Cedric is confident he will not lose to Siron if they only compete in normal magic.

However, he now clearly realizes that he was wrong.

Meanwhile, the practice between Harry and Malfoy nearby was also coming to an end.

Of course, although it was called practice, the two of them hardly ever used the Ironclad Spell; their goal was to kill each other.

Although it would be quite difficult for them to do this with their current strength, they could still inflict some damage on the opponent.

Malfoy's legs were constantly tap-dancing, and he was so tired that he was panting heavily.

Harry now has two shiny front teeth, and with his current expression, he looks just like a silly groundhog.

"It was supposed to be a practice session for the Ironclad Charm, but everyone's dueling—" After the paralysis wore off, Cedric accepted the fact that he had been crushed by Siron and shakily got up from the ground.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Sirius said. "The professors in charge of this event are Sirius and Snape, and they even put Gryffindor and Slytherin on opposite sides. It would be strange if they didn't fight."

"I will tell the principal about this," Cedric said after a moment of silence.

At Hogwarts, the presidents of the male and female student councils wield considerable influence; they are even the first to know the password to enter the headmaster's office—something many professors are unaware of.

This also means that Cedric, as the student council president, has the right to complain to Dumbledore.

Yes, it reflects a problem.

"The conflict between Professor Black and Professor Snape is too great; they are simply not suited to work together."

"Don't say that. After all, we joined this dueling club." Siren glanced at him. "Besides, didn't you just challenge me to a duel?"

Cedric blushed.

"I will take the initiative to admit my mistake," he said, without giving up the idea he had just had.

"Even though it's a dueling club, the professor should still be there to supervise, not like this—"

He glanced around—the chaotic crowd, the flying spells, and the students being carried out to the school hospital every now and then; it was practically a scene of a brawl. Even the most intense clashes between Gryffindor and Slytherin hadn't resulted in this many casualties.

For the safety of the students and for the stability of the school, Cedric felt it necessary to inform Headmaster Dumbledore about the fact that the two professors were working together.

"Fine, whatever you want," Siren said.

Did Dumbledore really not know how this event would turn out? Probably not.

"I have to find a way to stop them!" Cedric said in a deep voice, turning to walk out.

"Don't rush," Xilun shook his head and said, "Once they decide who wins, the matter will naturally be resolved."

Siren pointed to Harry and Malfoy, who were facing off, and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

"I don't know." Cedric stopped and pondered for a moment before speaking again, "If I had to choose one, I'd say Potter. At least he has more stamina than Malfoy."

Malfoy was hit by Harry's tap dance curse, which caused him to uncontrollably tap dance, a very physically demanding dance.

But his retaliation against Harry was a Tooth-Enlarging Charm, a spell that makes a person's front teeth grow larger—

It's clear that Malfoy would prefer Harry to embarrass himself in front of everyone.

If that's the case, then he succeeded; Harry's two front teeth, which are bigger than his chin, look absolutely ridiculous.

But that's all. Apart from looking comical and having a slightly unclear speech, it has no other impact.

Once Harry got used to those two front teeth, even the problem of his unclear speech disappeared.

But Malfoy was different. Without the spell being broken, he could only continue tap dancing. In just five minutes, he was already so exhausted that his face turned pale, and he looked like he might faint at any moment. When he tried to chant the spell, he could only speak in broken, incoherent sentences.

Snape's instinct was to take sides and help Malfoy break the tap dance curse, just like before.

But Sirius had already anticipated this possibility, and before Sirius could even make a move, he positioned himself between Sirius and Malfoy.

"You're still as shameless as ever, you snotty-nosed brat," Sirius said expressionlessly.

Snape's lips twitched involuntarily a few times, but he still lowered his wand.

While they were chatting, Malfoy mispronounced the spell, and his wand suddenly emitted a large burst of crackling sparks, almost bouncing back at him.

Harry seized the opportunity and, using his most proficient Disarming Charm, successfully knocked Malfoy's wand away.

"Aha, the battle is over!" Sirius shouted excitedly, feeling even happier than if he had won himself.

Snape, with a grim face, said nothing, but rudely grabbed Malfoy's robe and dragged him out of the Great Hall without looking back.

"Hey, Professor Snape, where are you going? The Duel Club isn't over yet!" Sirius shouted from behind, his smugness evident in his voice.

Snape walked even faster, disappearing outside the door in the blink of an eye.