Virtual Gladiators Part 5
"Hello, and welcome back everyone to this fabulous and fantastic day!" said Jordan excitedly, the microphone held up to his mouth.
"I think 'fabulous' and 'fantastic' mean the same thing," said Wanda quickly with a mocking smile, sitting beside him. Today, she had taken Stephen's place simply because she felt like it, while Stephen was sitting a few meters away with Fleur, calmly watching the show.
"Of course not! Fabulous is fabulous, and fantastic is fantastic," Jordan replied quickly. While he wasn't entirely wrong, what he said didn't really make sense.
"Just get started," Stephen said from afar.
"Ahem, sorry. Today our dear Professor Stephen is on a date, so we have the beautiful and brilliant Wanda Flamel with us. Although I'm not sure if she'll be able to explain things we don't understand," Jordan said while introducing Wanda.
"Of course I can! Stephen's just a show-off," Wanda said proudly, flashing a teasing smile at her brother.
"Well then, we're counting on that," said Jordan with a grin. "Now let's stop beating around the bush and bring out our first competitors, shall we?"
"Sure. I hope their fight is interesting," replied Wanda.
"Everyone, please give a round of applause for the first combatants of the day! And one of them is someone you all know, the very reason we have these fabulous tournaments... all because his brother sent him to train. Give it up for Harry Potter Flamel!" Jordan announced as the crowd in the stands went wild, screaming Harry's name.
Harry had gained quite a fanbase. At first, Stephen created the coliseum and had him fight all kinds of creatures. Little by little, people started getting interested, until they asked him to create a tournament.
Stephen, without hesitation, got to work... or rather, Tony did, and thus this place was born.
Harry calmly entered the coliseum while the crowd shouted his name. He gave a nod and a smile, causing many women to scream with excitement.
After all, Harry had become much more attractive ever since his blood changed to match that of his brothers. His best features stood out even more. He had well-defined muscles, not overly large, visible beneath his thin shirt.
His once-messy hair now looked as soft as silk, swaying delicately with the slightest breeze. He still wore glasses, but they were more to help him control the strange ability that had awakened within him"technically, he didn't need them.
"Hey, ever since Harry joined your family, he's gotten cooler... or is it just my imagination?" Jordan asked quickly.
"Well, it's because at our house he eats properly," Wanda replied with a smile. "But he's still the same idiot as always," she added quickly.
"Haha, that's good… I guess," said Jordan. "Alright, let's bring out the next one. This young man, along with Harry, Fleur, and Wanda, was part of the Triwizard Tournament, and he's also Bulgaria's best Seeker. Obviously, you all know who I'm talking about. Give a big round of applause for Viktor Krum!"
Once again, the stands erupted in cheers as Viktor entered with a serious expression, conserving his energy and heading straight to his position, eyes locked on Harry.
"Looks like we're about to witness a revenge duel, huh?" Jordan commented quickly.
"Revenge? Why?" asked Wanda, puzzled.
"Well… Viktor ended up in last place in the Triwizard Tournament. Hey, you were there," Jordan replied.
"Oh right... and who won?" asked Wanda calmly.
"Aah... Just start the countdown, please," Jordan said, exasperated.
"3... 2... 1... Begin!"
As the duel began, Viktor raised his wand with precision and conjured a protective shield. Just a second later, a golden dagger spun through the air and struck the magical barrier, disintegrating it in an explosion of golden sparks. However, Viktor reacted swiftly, summoning another shield just before a second dagger fell from above, repeating the process.
"Again!" exclaimed Jordan in awe as the third dagger shattered the new shield.
But Viktor didn't stay still. As soon as his barrier broke, he moved his wand in a sharp arc and cast his first attack:
"Confringo!"
The air vibrated as the explosive curse shot toward Harry. In response, the young wizard raised his wand and conjured a protective shield at the last second. The resulting blast shook the coliseum and raised a dense cloud of dust, hiding him from his opponent's view.
However, Viktor didn't waste the opportunity. He moved his wand without saying a word, and a chill swept across the arena as the ground beneath Harry turned slick with treacherous ice.
"Harry, watch out!" shouted Jordan as Harry leaped to the side just before being trapped.
"He's not predicting his moves... It looks like he studied all of Harry's patterns," said Wanda with interest. "Seems like Viktor came well prepared."
Harry gritted his teeth. He had let his guard down, expecting to end the fight quickly, but Viktor was proving to be a cunning rival. He made a decision: it was time to switch to close combat. With a fluid motion, he materialized a sword in his hand and prepared to charge.
"Obscuro!"
A black ray hit Harry's face, blinding him instantly. The Gryffindor kept his composure and sharpened his hearing. He heard the sound of a spell slicing through the air and instinctively rolled on the ground, dodging a burst of ropes by mere inches.
Quickly, he cast a counterspell and regained his vision"just in time to see Viktor raising his wand and launching another precisely aimed attack.
"Harry's in trouble!" Jordan exclaimed in surprise.
"That's what he gets for being overconfident," Wanda said with a mocking smile.
Harry jumped back, assessing the situation. Viktor still wore that focused expression, analyzing his every move, waiting for a mistake.
"If I keep fighting predictably, he'll completely control the battle," Harry thought. His eyes scanned the arena for a solution.
Viktor didn't give him the chance.
"Fulmen Ignis!"
A bolt of lightning shot from his wand, heading straight for Harry. He rolled to dodge it, but a chill ran down his leg.
"What...?!"
He looked around and realized: Viktor had prepared the field meticulously. The water from the melted ice had pooled into strategic puddles around him, forming a natural conductor for the electricity.
The shock coursed through his body, paralyzing him for a few seconds. Viktor wasn't about to waste the opportunity.
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"Fiendfyre!
The cursed flames roared as they erupted from the Bulgarian's wand, taking the shape of infernal beasts that surged forward like a tsunami of destruction toward Harry.
"Viktor's going to end this fast! "shouted Jordan, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Well, it looks like Harry will have to stop holding back or he's going to lose, "Wanda said with a confident smile.
"Wait"holding back!?! "Jordan turned to her in shock.
Meanwhile, Harry watched the firestorm approach and sighed. He calmed his mind and slid his wand along the ground while murmuring a longer, more complex incantation"a fusion of Eldritch magic and traditional arcanism.
The ground trembled.
Suddenly, massive stone arms erupted from the arena floor, followed by a colossal head with blinking eyes that looked almost alive. The creature finished rising, revealing a hulking torso before charging at Viktor with the force of a moving mountain.
The Bulgarian tried to counterattack, but as he saw the mass of rock barreling toward him, he lost control of his spell. The cursed flames dissipated just as the giant caught him and slammed him into the ground with a thunderous crash that shook the entire arena.
Silence fell over the coliseum.
"What the hell was that!?! "Jordan shouted, watching as the stone giant began sinking back into the ground.
"Hahaha, Harry loves that spell, "Wanda said with a mischievous grin.
"That was a spell!? It looked more like a summoning!
"Well, kind of. Loki and Stephen created it by combining ancient rune magic. They call it the Terragolem"though it consumes a ton of power.
"That was incredible! "Jordan was still wide-eyed"Oh, right... the winner is Harry Potter Flamel!"
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The stadium erupted into deafening cheers as Harry Potter, still panting, waved at the crowd with a grateful smile. His magic still crackled faintly in the air"a lingering echo of the masterful spell he had just cast, even though it had clearly drained him. With one last bow, he left the stage, his cloak billowing behind him.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen! "boomed Lee Jordan's enthusiastic voice, amplified by the stadium's magical sound system"I think it's time to take this night to a whole new level! How about an exhibition duel, huh?!
The crowd roared in response, their excitement shaking the stands. Jordan grinned from ear to ear at the electrifying atmosphere.
"Our first guest is a living legend. A wizard who, in his youth, conquered one dueling tournament after another. Some say he could've challenged Albus Dumbledore himself at his peak. But don't let his size fool you"because when he enters duel mode… he turns into an absolute beast, thirsty for blood! Give a thunderous round of applause to the one and only Professor Filius Flitwick!
Laughter and applause filled the air as Flitwick stepped into the arena, slightly embarrassed by Jordan's over-the-top introduction. He bowed respectfully to the crowd and gave his wand a playful flick as if warming up.
"And now… "Jordan continued, lowering his voice for dramatic effect"it's time for our second duelist. Who could possibly match such talent, you ask? Well, get ready to meet an immortal legend. A wizard who could control the very coins in your pocket! The man who has unleashed his grandchildren upon the world"grandchildren who, if left unchecked, might just destroy us all! Please welcome… Nicolas Flamel!
The cheers grew even louder as Flamel entered with majestic calm, smiling serenely at the audience. He looked astonishingly youthful for someone who had lived over 700 years. He returned Flitwick's bow with one of his own.
"Hi, Grandpa! "Wanda called out, waving at him with childlike enthusiasm. Flamel answered with a warm nod, his lips curling into a fond smile.
Jordan, of course, added more drama.
"Don't be fooled by how he looks! He might seem like a man in his forties, but this is someone who's fought and won legendary battles for centuries. The tales of his youth still echo through magical history like myths!
Flamel shook his head with a modest smile.
The atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The two wizards stood at opposite ends of the arena. A tense silence fell over the crowd.
The duel was about to begin…