But obviously, even if you don't choose the advanced class, you shouldn't provoke a diligent "old farmer"——
Once again, William moved quickly, his figure flashing towards Professor Sprout, carrying with it a wave of scorching air rushing towards the seemingly unguarded Professor Sprout. But at that moment, a patch of lush green plants broke through the floor tiles, forming an incredibly thick wall of plants in the blink of an eye.
"Boom——"
The deafening sound of the explosion filled the entire hall with dust in an instant, but as a gale swept through, the swirling dust dispersed. According to the first law of smoke without injury, Professor Sprout was still standing there unharmed, though in front of her lay a large expanse of broken, charred vine debris. She gently waved her magic wand——
And then, a Devil's Snare struck the face of the Slytherin little wizard who had just spoken.
Never hold a grudge overnight.
"Apparently, this is the second wrong option——Slytherin minus... one point."
William's unabashed actions drew a chorus of boos from the Slytherin students, while cheers erupted from the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff side.
Finally, a second "Snape" with real power!
Meanwhile, shouts emerged from the student crowd, "That's Professor Flitwick!" Clearly, they were eager to answer, even though William hadn't even asked the question yet.
"Well answered, but no points this time."
William nodded, his figure once again copying the same method, a deep red Disarming Spell shooting forth, but only just barely shattering the Iron Armor Spell around Professor Flitwick. The following attack hadn't even been launched when it was intercepted by the other two professors using their respective methods.
Obviously, another unsuccessful attempt.
Thus, the group returned to their initial standoff positions.
Beyond the little wizards' expectations, this question seemed to have no correct answer at all, leaving them bewildered, their gazes drifting back and forth among the four dueling professors, eyes reflecting a clear foolishness——
"What now, Professor?"
The smart kids began to question, with Cedric stepping in again to prevent an awkward silence, raising his hand and asking in an incredibly "innocent" tone.
"Two choices, firstly, run away quickly——Hasn't anyone even thought of this?"
Seeing the shocked faces of everyone, as if questioning why such words would come out of his mouth, William sighed, "In this situation, if you can't do anything or find the weak one among them——of course, you run. It's not escaping; it's a strategic retreat, a planned preservation of live forces——retreating is not shameful."
"...What's the second choice then?"
"Watch."
William did not continue with a long explanation but swiftly flicked his magic wand, "Incendio!"
Consequently, a blazing white flame, compressed into a ball of light, shot out from the tip of his wand like a cannonball towards Professor Sprout at the hall's entrance. The Devil's Snare, having just endured a previous impact under the witch's command, raised once again only to be engulfed by the white blaze.
The blinding light made the students squint their eyes, yet everyone could still clearly see those vines frantically carbonizing.
The flames wildly consumed the ever-surging vines, beads of sweat appearing on Professor Sprout's forehead, clearly indicating maintaining this was a great strain on her as well. More importantly——these Devil's Snares had been nurtured for a semester or two, she had grown attached to them. Watching William's twisted face behind the flames, Professor Sprout gritted her teeth.
"Finite Incantatem!"
A concise, precise voice as sharp as a thin blade rang out from an inconspicuous corner.
This voice did not belong to any of the three professors who had just appeared——instinctively, everyone turned to look, only to see Severus Snape, clad in a black robe, had appeared behind the Slytherin students at an unknown point, his wand pointed at William, a golden-red ring enveloping the hot flames greatly diminishing its power.
"I thought you weren't planning to come."
Watching the belated arrival of Snape, William's eyes filled with even more mirth——
"...I've practiced for two and a half years."
Snape squinted his eyes, abruptly uttering an unrelated sentence.
But many senior students quickly reacted, soon recalling that night two and a half years ago——"William's Famous Battle, Snape's Face Lost."
It's on! It's on!
Is it Severus Snape's revenge?!
Everyone clearly didn't expect such a plot today——could Snape's tardiness be attributed to preparations for revenge?
Snape indeed made preparations for a long time——psychological preparations, that is.
For this exhibition match, William had invited the four house heads to assist, proposing a one-versus-four idea——since everyone understood it was just an exhibition, the other three had no objections, except Snape who hadn't given any response——he always had a feeling of foreboding.
But upon careful consideration, Snape still thought this was a good opportunity.
Firstly, with so many students watching, William couldn't possibly go all out, that's one win; secondly, he had four house heads on his side, while William was alone, that's two wins; and finally... who cares whether the last point means winning or not! Advantage is mine! Hit him!
Thus Snape came, not believing that without going all out, William could defeat all four of them——the other three house heads obviously didn't believe it either; Professor McGonagall had even begun preparing her post-match speech.
But at the next moment, William's feet slowly left the ground, then a dull tremor as if from deep within the earth swept through everyone's feet.
"Boom——"
The hall floor tiles shattered with a bang, gray hands stretched out from the fractured floor, grabbing all the statues and Devil's Snare roots around William, "Dueling isn't limited to just the application of charms," William didn't forget to continue narrating, "Transfiguration Technique, Herbology, even Magic Potion—" William pulled out a bottle of blue-purple elixir from his pocket, drinking it in one go.
"Boom——"
Then, black clouds swirled, another rumble sounding forth, piercing thunder bursting from within the black clouds, shattering everything gripped by the stone hands into pieces.
"Even Magic Rune——rationally apply the knowledge you've learned, and integrate them..."
Then, vines twice as thick as those Professor Sprout had drawn rose from the ground, glowing with blue patterns. Snape instinctively flung Sectumsempra to slice through the vine rushing toward him, only causing them to glint with blue light——
As a result, the vine, after knocking Snape aside, quickly traversed the hall, binding the other three professors directly together.
"This, this is what real Wizard Magic duel application teaching should be."
William landed on the ground, concluding his performance——yet, the little wizards didn't respond at all, merely staring at the vines, black clouds, and still-present stone hands, their minds whirling with a single confused notion——
When did we ever learn this stuff?