The results of this competition spread throughout the school that night, but the rumors inevitably became increasingly outrageous.
"It is said that that Lannister is even more powerful than the seniors! He defeated the other seniors without taking any magic classes!"
"Really, a boring magic class?!"
"Is Merlin a second-year Lannister?!"
"Yeah, otherwise what Lannister would there be?"
"Is he really a second grader?!"
"..."
By the time these rumors reached Noah's ears again, the rumors had already reached the point where "Lannister had completed all the courses on his own and was preparing to graduate early."
Noah: “…”
He rarely tried to defend himself: "I just came into contact with runes early."
The three roommates who didn’t know what runes were said: “…what is that.”
Noah: “…”
Noah chose to change the topic: "When will the duel start tonight?"
"It will be a little later tonight, officially starting at 8:30." Montague subconsciously replied, "Which classroom are you in tonight?"
"I don't know yet." After the ceremony, he took the water in his hand and said, "I'll go to the prefect first to find out about my own playing field."
The few people who hadn't finished eating glanced at the area in front of Noah's table, and a large area of the plates around him was empty.
It’s not surprising, but I’m surprised every time I watch it.
They subconsciously glanced at the muscular Montague. How did Noah maintain his body shape when he ate so much more than Montaigne? !
The three of them hurriedly finished their meal and chased Noah back to the common room. The prefect, who did not go to the auditorium to eat, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
"You're here." He put down the book in his hand and looked at Noah, "Your opponent in tonight's game is Gryffindor."
Noah nodded: "I understand."
He did not sit down on the sofa opposite the prefect, but took his roommates to sit down at a table.
After waiting for a while, people returned to the lounge one after another.
Most of those who came back early were those participating in tonight's duel.
When everyone arrived, the prefect cleared his throat: "Everyone, tonight is the second round of the duel. I think you should know what to do, right?"
The reserve prefect sitting opposite him showed a fake smile: "Of course."
Their goal tonight is to eliminate as many Gryffindor contestants as possible.
Yes, Slytherin started thinking of ways to target Gryffindor the next day.
It's strange to say that Slytherins are obviously more patient in social or other aspects. They will plan carefully for many months to establish a good relationship with a person and establish a sufficient social network, but when dealing with Gryffindor, On the other hand, he is extremely impatient, and sometimes even puts "stepping on Gryffindor" at the top of the list. The specific performance is probably... "You can lose in team battles, but Gryffindor must die!" This kind of thing.
Compare that to Gryffindor... it's almost the same.
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, just don't let your opponent win!
Noah sometimes didn't quite understand this idea, but after staying in Slytherin for so long, he was somewhat affected by it.
At least now, he doesn't see anything wrong with dealing with Gryffindor first tonight.
Any questions? No problem at all, just let Gryffindor lose anyway.
So during the evening game, the enthusiasm of Slytherin and Gryffindor was unprecedentedly high.
Visually, Gryffin and Slytherin had the same idea, and they were both eager to eliminate the other party as much as possible.
In this undercurrent of atmosphere, the duel finally began.
Noah stepped onto the duel stage, nodded slightly to the student council member in the middle who acted as the referee, and focused his attention on the enemy opposite.
A third year Gryffindor, but not Grant.
Noah's knowledge of this person was limited to the fact that he had played a prank on Administrator Filch's office door in the corridor before, and was eventually caught cleaning the corridor. As a result, he deliberately threw dirty water at a passing Slytherin...
At this moment, the opponent's face was not very good, because he had heard of Noah's name and knew that Noah had defeated the fourth graders, so he did not have much confidence in his victory.
But Gryffindor had no reason to surrender without a fight, so he still stood here.
He thought of his roommate Grant, well, just think of it as helping his friend to test the enemy's situation.
Taking a deep breath, the Gryffindor also expressed that he was ready.
At the referee's command, the two men each took out their wands, saluted and pointed their wands at each other.
Gryffindor on the opposite side took the lead in attacking: "Expelliarmus!"
Noah turned sideways to avoid the incoming red magic. He raised his hand and fired a magic spell: "Everyone is petrified."
Unexpectedly, the opponent could still use the spell while evading, and the Gryffindor was directly hit.
His arms and legs were stuck together, and his body fell to the ground stiffly, losing his ability to fight.
This game was won by Noah without any suspense.
The referee lifted the spell from Gryffindor and asked if he needed to go to the school hospital.
Noah got off the duel stage and was immediately surrounded by the Slytherins who were watching the battle.
"Well done!"
"Lannister, congratulations."
The Slytherins who were not very familiar with him maintained an elegant manner, but the same could not be said for Noah's roommates.
After the other Slytherins said hello and left, the three of them immediately approached and excitedly hugged Noah's shoulders: "That's amazing, Noah!"
Noah smiled: "I will have a duel later."
Only then did the three Warringtons let him go: "Will we still be in this classroom next?"
"Yes," Noah turned to look at the duel platform, where two wizards had already stood again, "the winner of these two will be my second opponent tonight."
Standing on the stage at the moment were a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw, both in their fourth year.
"Fourth grade." Warrington frowned, "Is it okay?"
"It definitely doesn't matter," Montague patted him on the back, "It's not like Noah hasn't played in the fourth grade, right."
"But it's better to be careful." Morgan said, "Noah is very strong, but the opponent is still in the fourth grade."
If you are prepared, you may not be able to solve it as easily as last time, so it is better to be careful.
"Well, I have a sense of propriety." Noah said casually.
His eyes were fixed on the dueling platform above. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were both fighting very well, and they were not sloppy at all in the battle, but... it looked like a turn-based game. , I block it, you hide it. After looking at Noah for a long time, he couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows.
He suspected that neither of them wanted to reveal their strength, so they were letting things slip.
