Luke's invitation spread throughout the mountain path with amplifying spells.
Both the little wizards opposite and those watching everything in front of them in the dark or in the light, waiting for the result, were all stunned.
Luke was already in a position of absolute superiority. Those little wizards, all the little wizards put together, were no match for him.
But will the person in the lead be a little different? To be honest, Luke himself wasn't sure. He didn't know if the student commanding at the top had any other characteristics besides his excellent commanding ability and considerable prestige. These are things Luke doesn't know clearly.
But he still made such a choice...
"So confident."
Gilbert looked at the young man below, the reserve on his face, the pride on his face, and the excitement on his face. It seems that in addition to being a good nobleman, he is also a quite militant wizard. He seemed eager to fight to solve his problems.
But any choice he made before was contrary to his current performance.
He is belligerent, but he is willing to use his wits to solve problems. Because this can reduce casualties and reduce losses. So he was able to suppress his desire to fight. Of course, it does not rule out that he also enjoys solving problems with wisdom.
"I always feel that this boy is not as easy to deal with as we thought."
Miranda looked at the young man below and said with a rather troubled expression.
After hearing this, Morian sneered: "Heh, figure out the other party's identity, Miranda."
"Although you always say that this is the "successor of the Gunter family", in fact, he is the only one left in the Gunter family. The heir of a family may be easy to deal with. But the patriarch of a family must be smarter than the average person. "
Regarding this point, Miranda couldn't help but recall the family patriarchs she had met.
Not much.
Don Tripcard, who likes to appear saintly in front of others; Saphire Skye, who is neutral and capable but charming and enchanting; and Bathe Envi, who always looks a little gloomy...
These are the only three patriarchs she has met among the top ten families, and in her impression, none of them are easy to get along with. Just standing in front of them felt an inexplicable pressure.
Especially Baite Enwei, whenever he looks at you quietly, he will feel as if he has something sinful to confess.
"Believe me, the British aristocrats are far more ruthless than the nouveau riche in the United States." Morian said in an experienced tone, crossing his arms angrily, "What the American aristocrats are doing now is nothing like what they do. It’s leftover from other people’s fun.”
"If you don't believe it, just go and take a look at the properties of the British aristocrats. Every one of them is clean and tidy. They have kept all the dark corners far away. They have stable control and at the same time, they will clean up the money. Hold it in your hand. On this point, our group of nouveau riche in the United States will have to learn it for a few years."
Such a tone full of resentment, the somewhat indignant look, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands are all filled with stories.
But at this time, neither Gilbert nor Miranda had any idea of understanding this story.
Because that glove was picked up.
"What a courageous person."
Dumbledore looked at the young man jumping down from the stone with emotion, and said with admiration.
Newt opened his mouth, wanting to say something but he felt like something was wrong.
In terms of age, Rove should be a little older than Luke. But judging from the current situation, whether Rove can survive two moves under Luke is still debatable.
If it was Rolf who had to face the young man there, then Newt would have jumped out to save him.
And now he is ready to jump out and save people.
It's just that the young man was saved.
After all... in such a formal, medieval duel invitation, and modern
There is still a difference between wizard duels. I just don’t know if that young man knows...
Judging from the way he accepted the duel invitation so neatly, he probably didn't know.
"Maybe we should stop Jeff." Morian's hand was already on his wand. "From what I know, they don't know how to behave and do unnecessary things. Every little move they make has its own special meaning. Meaning. Because they have been passed down for too long. And most of them have money and nothing to do."
"So I don't think that the glove that was thrown down was simply an invitation to a duel...at least it wouldn't be the wizard duel that we know, because it's not modern etiquette."
Luke looked at the young man in front of him, nodded, and said with a smile: "Very good, you are a warrior and worthy of me knowing your name."
The young man was tall and thin, looking like a hemp pole, with a high nose and cold eyes, like a hungry wolf in the dark.
"Jeff. As for the last name, it goes without saying. Lord Gunter would not be interested in the last name of someone like me."
His tone was full of sarcasm and suppressed anger. Apparently, someone had teased him hard about his last name. Luke didn't see much of this. The most typical example is when Malfoy mocked the kid from a small aristocratic family who wanted to get close to Luke at the beginning of school.
Malfoy boasted about his family background, and he could talk through a small nobleman's defense with just a few words. It would be better for a little Muggle wizard who really doesn't care much about this kind of thing. But the young man in front of him didn't seem to care about this kind of thing.
It can even be said that he cares about this matter very much.
"This is your fault." Luke shook his head, "People should not be ashamed of their surname and family background. If they are ashamed, then do something that can make themselves proud."
"Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and blaming others."
Luke never thought of himself as a forgiving person. What the young man in front of me said might not necessarily be considered offensive, but it was definitely not a polite gesture.
"I'm really becoming more and more pessimistic about this visit." Luke shook his head with emotion. "Although there are all kinds of conflicts in Hogwarts, we will not let students cause life-or-death conflicts. Enemy."
"This may be due to the fact that we have someone who can barely be called an educator..."
Dumbledore subconsciously puffed up his chest after listening to Luke's words. Although he was older, he was happy to accept Luke's compliments.
"...Vice Principal, Professor McGonagall is an excellent educator. Although he is strict, he really controls us students."
Dumbledore's smile froze. Gilbert felt a huge sigh of relief. Morian frowned: "This impolite boy."
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
What responded to Luke was just a ball of transparent light that suddenly became larger and smaller. This is the Explosive Curse. For students, this spell is powerful and difficult to control. And it’s hard to actually practice. After all, its destructive power is so great that there are few venues where it can be practiced. Not to mention being used in actual combat. Unless there is a young wizard like Ginny Weiss who has a special talent for this spell, if such a spell is used in actual combat, there is no telling who will be injured.
Dumbledore's expression suddenly became a little ugly.
"I thought just now that Luke's words were a bit excessive. After all, it is a bit impolite to talk about a professor's education level. But judging from the current situation, Yin Farmoni may indeed have no communication. It’s necessary. Their students don’t even understand basic dueling etiquette.”
Newt moved uncomfortably. He actually wanted to defend himself to the professors at Infermoni. But judging from the current situation, such an excuse is purely redundant.
"Maybe you have a point." Newt said helplessly.
With a "boom", one person on both sides fell to the ground.
And that person is Jeff.
"So fast!"
Morian's eyes lit up, and he looked at the dexterous and elegant sideways figure waving the wand in the distance, taking two and a half steps back. In this way, he easily dodged the opponent's "Thunderbolt Explosion". At the same time, a flaming arrow hit Jeff at an extraordinary speed. And it exploded in an instant.
When Jeff felt the burning sensation, he didn't even have time to wave the wand in his hand again to cast an iron armor spell on himself.
Oh, he cast it successfully, but he had already fallen down by then.
"Luke Gunter is the one who starts from behind." Morian explained to the two people around him. "When he heard the other person chanting the spell, he quickly started to use magic, and he completed it in an instant. A fairly high-quality fire spell."
"He even added a form change to the fire spell that didn't contribute to its power. Apparently he was able to do it with ease."
There was a special light in Morian's eyes. Although the young man in front of him was not his student, his fighting style was obviously very beautiful and admirable.
Luke walked towards Jeff who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed as if he was unconscious.
"Stop pretending, I know the power of the magic I cast myself. I will never knock you out."
With that said, Luke leaned down, picked up the gloves that fell on the ground, and put them on his hands. When he looked at Jeff again, he saw a pair of eyes full of resentment.
"Don't look at me like that." Luke said with a gentle smile on his face, "I'll be scared."
After saying that, he even laughed out loud.
"Okay, I'm just kidding."
Feeling Luke's humiliation, Jeff sneered and was about to taunt him back. Although I don’t know what kind of harsh words he has, our Jeff always has a way.
But unfortunately, when Luke's tip of the staff, which was shining with blue light, was pointed at his head, a warning signal sounded loudly in his heart.
"No, no, no! A wizard duel between students cannot cost each other's lives!
! "
Jeff shouted.
Luke tilted his head, his tone full of doubts: "Really? But... according to our rules, that is, the British nobles, a duel between nobles, as long as the appointment is kept, must be to the death, and at least It’s over only if two lives are lost.”
"But since you are not a rule, I chose another method of inviting a duel. When you pick up my gloves, it will be a fight to the death between us."
The faint blue on the tip of his staff became brighter and brighter, and it was already clear that it was a ball of flame.
"But, our, our rules are..."
Luke smiled: "Then next time you accept a challenge from others, remember to learn the etiquette of dueling first. As far as I know, this type of dueling is still popular around the world. It's just that you don't know."
"Study hard and be more careful in your next life."
Just when the wand in Luke's hand was about to release flames and engulf Jeff in front of him, a strong hand finally grasped his wrist.
"I thought you would be watching the show somewhere. Principal Albert."
Luke said without raising his head.
"I originally thought it would be Jeff's hand that I held." There was no unnecessary expression on Gilbert's face. He let go of Luke's hand, and the wand in Luke's hand was also put away.
"It seems that Yinfamouni's students really need to be strengthened."
Gilbert glanced at the famous outstanding student in the seventh grade, with a look of disappointment on his face. But such disappointment seems a bit harsh. Judging from his previous performance, Jeff himself should have surpassed his peers in terms of battle command and personal combat ability. But the one who couldn't stand comparison with him was a monster.
A monster in every sense of the word.
"You really opened my eyes. An eye-opener in all kinds of ways."
Gilbert looked at Luke with admiration in his eyes.
brilliance. But Luke was completely unmoved. Luke took a step back, then cleared his throat, and then Albert said: "Principal Albert, I am very happy that you can invite me to Yinfamouni Academy of Magic. But this kind of behavior from your students I don’t like the performance.”
"I don't care why you invited me here, or what you want to give me. To be honest, I may not be able to satisfy you with what you want, and I may not necessarily want what you give me."
"Moreover, now, I have a sufficient position and sufficient reasons to condemn you. I condemn you for not being able to control your students and for misleading others. If these students are really trained by you, then I will only can say……"
"My headmaster, Mr. Dumbledore would probably be ashamed to be called an educator with you."
As soon as Luke finished speaking, Dumbledore's voice came from the woods not far away.
"Luke Gunter! Listen to what you are saying! Don't you know that Principal Albert has only been in office for a year? And the things he has to face are too many and too complex. Between students This serious illness of division is not a problem that can be solved in one year!"
Dumbledore said righteously.
Luke had never discussed his words with him before, so hearing this now felt particularly ridiculous.
