Chapter 132: Rematch! Dueling Club

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Allen Finis felt Professor Snape's malice toward him.

Landen Rosier was a very typical Slytherin, with an air of arrogance, and his surname made it clear he came from the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families; he was a pure-blood wizard.

Rosier was a head taller than him and a size larger in build. Although Allen had dragon scales, his strength had not increased because of them; it was unlikely he could rely on the dragon scales' magical defense to engage in hand-to-hand combat as he had just done.

But Allen had no intention of continuing hand-to-hand combat; he had just felt there was no need to use his wand against Malfoy, wanting only to knock him down in the most direct and satisfying way.

Allen watched Landen Rosier step out from the crowd and hesitated for a moment; he was not afraid, but he could not find a reason to continue.

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At that moment, Hermione protested loudly in distress: "This is unfair! Landen Rosier is three years older than Allen!"

Snape didn't even look at Hermione; he said gloomily, "The scales on Finis's body possess powerful magical defense. Is it fair to make a second- or third-year wizard his opponent?"

Hermione was left speechless for a moment; she knew better than anyone what the scales on Allen's body were.

At this point, Landen Rosier had already stepped onto the stage, looking down on Allen with disdain.

"Come up! Finis!" Professor Snape urged Allen, "Or are you, as a Gryffindor, actually afraid!"

Snape's words made the young wizards of Gryffindor angry; they glared at Professor Snape, while Professor Snape remained utterly unconcerned.

"Allen, go up!" At this moment, the always-silent Lockhart seized the opportunity to make his presence felt: "You are a Gryffindor!"

Allen looked at Lockhart helplessly; he hadn't even noticed Snape's obvious sleight of hand, leaving one to wonder if he was truly foolish or just pretending.

At this moment, Lockhart walked over, grabbed Allen's shoulder, and said, "I've always heard you're a genius. Fight for the glory of Gryffindor!"

Those two sentences from Lockhart backfired; originally, the young wizards were united in their indignation against Snape's shamelessness, but after those words, Allen noticed some Gryffindor young wizards were already looking at him with hope, while young wizards from other houses began to clamor.

Allen finally understood what it meant to be in a predicament; although he had sufficient reasons not to fight, people are emotional, and under such an atmosphere, refusing to fight would be unacceptable to some Gryffindor young wizards.

Moreover, people are forgetful; if Allen retreated today, many years later, everyone present would only remember Allen's retreat that day, not why Allen retreated.

Landen Rosier on the stage spoke up then; he sneered as he looked at Allen in the crowd and said, "Come up! Don't waste everyone's time! It will end quickly!"

He lifted his chin and smiled arrogantly.

Hearing him say this, the Slytherins present burst into laughter.

Below the stage, Allen suddenly smiled; he handed a black-covered notebook, which he had somehow obtained, to Ron, then whispered a few words to Ron and the others.

Then he strode onto the stage. In fact, Allen still had confidence; if he were to lose badly, he simply would not have gone up. His confidence lay in the powerful magical defense of the dragon scales, and today Allen had already tested that the dragon scales he transformed today could also increase the power of his great magic, just like the dragon claws casting a spell before.

"This is unfair! Professor!" Hermione shouted again; perhaps seeing Allen's figure walking onto the stage made her feel desolate.

"Yes! Unfair!"

Many students began to support Hermione.

Even a fifth-year Gryffindor student stepped forward to fight in Allen's place.

"Silence!" Snape's wand emitted a loud boom; he remained unmoved, looking coldly at the crowd, forcing everyone to quiet down with his gloomy gaze.

"Rosier is the opponent I specially chose for Finis." Professor Snape looked at Allen, who was walking step by step onto the stage, wearing a fake smile on his face.

Allen paid no attention whatsoever to Professor Snape's words.

He stood on the stage, looking calmly at Rosier opposite him.

Rosier looked at Allen, who was a head shorter than him, with an amused expression and said, "Shall we shake hands first?"

Without waiting for Allen's reply, he walked up to Allen and extended his right hand: "We must show our personal charm, don't we?"

Allen did not look at him; he extended his right hand and briefly clasped Rosier's right hand.

"People like you have exhausted your lifetime of luck just by being able to touch magic." Rosier moved his lips slightly, speaking in a volume only Allen could hear.

Then he released Allen's right hand and said loudly, "Good luck!"

He turned and walked back without looking back.

Allen narrowed his eyes, watching Rosier's departing back, then turned directly to Professor Snape and said, "May we begin, Professor?"

"Prepare—" Professor Snape said.

Rosier and Allen were already in position.

"Bow—" Snape commanded.

But this time, both Allen and Rosier perfunctorily swayed their bodies, not even bending their waists.

Immediately, both raised their wands.

Cheers began to rise from below the stage; Allen heard many familiar voices.

"Take him down! Allen, just like before..."

"Go for it!"

Ron's two twin brothers shouted the loudest.

At this moment, Professor Snape began counting down.

"One—Two—Three!"

"Expelliarmus!" Rosier struck first; he showed great aggression. The moment Snape finished counting to three, a beam of red light shot out from his wand.

Allen had thought they could only cast a spell after the count of three.

This red light instantly crossed the stage and struck Allen's chest hard; the young wizards below let out a gasp of shock.

Just now, Lockhart had been knocked flying by the Disarming Charm.

After being hit by the spell, Allen seemed to feel nothing; his wand remained firmly in his hand, and at this moment, the tip of his wand had already begun to glow.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Allen also quickly cast the spell.

Rosier's face on the opposite side changed.

"Protego!" Rosier summoned a layer of transparent armor.

Allen's Petrification Spell was blocked by the armor; the transparent armor instantly became unstable, but it still did not disappear.

This result was unexpected by both sides.

Roziel was surprised that Allen's spell's power exceeded his expectations; a single spell was nearly breaking his Kui Jia Zhou.

And Allen was surprised that Roziel's Kui Jia Zhou was far stronger than that of an ordinary fifth-year young wizard; his amplified Petrification Spell had failed to break the armor summoned by the Kui Jia Zhou.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked...