"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 9: How Many More Surprises—Or Shocks—Await?
The moment Anthony finished, the students around him pressed closer. "But why?" someone asked.
Anthony shrugged. "Unless you're absolutely sure of yourself—unless you're completely confident—it's not just hard to pull off. You could end up hurting yourself, too."
"Think about it. If a fireball's coming at you, would you dodge to keep from getting burned, or try to swat the fire out of the air with your bare hand?"
He let out a long sigh. "That's exactly what Wyzett just did to counter that spell. If he hadn't been so sure of his technique, his wand might've been sliced in half…"
"Professor Snape did the same thing!" Michael exclaimed, realization dawning. "He used a Severing Charm to split Wyzett's fire!"
Onstage, the duel between Wyzett and Snape raged on. Snape's wand flicked, unleashing a crimson beam that shot toward Wyzett like an arrow.
"Protego!" Wyzett raised his wand sharply. The Shield Charm shimmered into existence, absorbing the red beam.
The two spells collided, fusing into a pulsing orb of scarlet light that rippled in the air.
Wyzett's lips moved in silent concentration. With a sudden twist of his wand, the edge of his invisible shield glowed faintly white, then hurled the orb back toward Snape.
Still silent, Snape conjured another blade of light, slicing the oncoming shield neatly in two.
But the shield didn't fully dissolve. The remaining white glow gathered, then—like a firework—exploded into dazzling brilliance, swallowing Snape's silhouette in light.
…
Michael frowned, puzzled. "Why did Wyzett's Shield Charm glow like that?"
Even Anthony had no answer this time. He simply spread his hands, helpless.
It wasn't just Anthony—none of the older students could explain why Wyzett's Shield Charm had such a peculiar effect…
But in the instant that faint white light burst forth, Snape had already seen through the trick: a Lumos spell, woven into the Shield Charm.
The technique came from Wyzett's so-called "Cube Theory"—a method he used to analyze potion recipes. Snape had heard about it several times in their private lessons.
More interesting than he'd expected…
He could afford to be a little less restrained.
Snape lunged forward, his wand flashing. The brilliant light vanished instantly. His gaze snapped to Wyzett, and with a swift horizontal sweep, he unleashed another blade of magical energy.
This one was sharper, slicing through the air with a piercing shriek as it hurtled toward Wyzett.
"Aguamenti!"
Brow furrowed, Wyzett cast the Water-Making Spell at the same instant. But what burst from his wand was no gentle spring—it was a raging torrent.
Snape's eyebrow twitched. He could sense the difference: this wasn't just a perfectly executed Aguamenti—Wyzett had layered Transfiguration on top, shaping the water into something more.
Only with Transfiguration could the torrent hold its form, refusing to splatter the moment it left the wand.
On the fringes of the Great Hall, students turned at the strange sounds behind them, startled. Through the moonlit windows, they saw the Black Lake churning violently, a massive whirlpool spinning at its heart.
…
Wyzett flicked his wand, and the torrent twisted sinuously, slithering like a living serpent.
Guided by his movements, the watery snake lunged to meet the incoming blade of light.
The two collided—the blade was enveloped by the serpent, dissolved completely.
The water snake coiled around Wyzett in a protective spiral, then launched itself with a thunderous roar straight at Snape.
Snape glanced up at the floating candles, then raised his wand high. The flickering flames swelled, merging into a single, enormous fireball.
Within the fireball, something seemed to stir—life, perhaps, or magic made manifest. As Snape lowered his wand, the fireball split open, pouring out molten streams that twisted and merged into a flaming serpent.
With the birth of the fire snake, the air around the Great Hall grew stifling hot. Though it was December, it suddenly felt like the height of summer.
Water serpent and fire serpent crashed together, unleashing a blinding flash. Their bodies shrank rapidly, and the impact sent a pillar of steam billowing toward the ceiling.
…
Snape watched as the fireball overhead broke apart, its fragments returning to the candle wicks, their light and heat restored.
Wyzett quickly gauged the scale of his conjured torrent, halting his draw from the Black Lake. As soon as the fire serpent vanished, his water serpent dissolved as well.
He eyed the rising steam, still feeling the heat radiating through the hall. Raising his wand, he called, "Glacius!"
In an instant, the steam condensed, forming a dense, dark cloud overhead.
A collective hiss swept through the crowd. The abrupt shift from scalding heat to biting cold left the students breathless.
Countless hailstones tumbled from the cloud, each guided by Wyzett's wand to land in perfect unison—right where Snape stood.
…
"Clever…" Snape muttered. He flicked his wand, his voice echoing through the hall: "Protego Totalum!"
For the first time, he spoke an incantation aloud. A gray, translucent barrier shimmered into being, shielding him from the relentless hail.
By now, everything that could be shown openly in a duel had been tested.
If this were an exam, he'd have awarded an "Outstanding" without hesitation.
"Finite Incantatem!" As soon as the barrier appeared, Wyzett dismissed the cloud.
"Scourgify!" With a wave, he cleared the stage of hail and ice shards.
"Expelliarmus!" Watching Wyzett work, Snape arched an eyebrow and finally cast the Disarming Charm. A streak of red light drifted lazily from his wand.
…
As the red light neared Wyzett, a strange mix of emotions stirred in Snape's chest.
In barely a year, Wyzett's abilities had already far surpassed any other student present.
And the most unsettling thing was—he had no idea how much more the boy was hiding…
More advanced Transfiguration, seamless magical theory, mastery of weather charms…
He honestly didn't know—how many more surprises, or perhaps shocks, Wyzett still had in store.
But this was only a demonstration duel. Of course, neither of them had gone all out, and Snape had shown restraint—no trace of Dark Magic.
He glanced at his wand, spinning it deftly between his fingers as golden sparks burst from the tip.
Perhaps he'd grown too comfortable at Hogwarts. Perhaps the Dark Lord's long absence had changed him in ways he hadn't noticed…
But the Dark Lord would return, and those changes could only spell trouble.
With that thought, Snape made up his mind: it was time to find a way to reclaim his old dueling instincts.
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