The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had cluded, but the little snakes were clearly unsatisfied. Their accumuted rese only grew worse because of it.

  However, they had to focus their attention on another major upi - the magical duel with Glenn!

  The senior students had already made thh preparations. Marcus Flint, who had been the first to be defeated by Glenn previously, had even arraheir first duel for this Saturday evening.

  Snape was evidently aware of this and had surprisingly offered his office as the dueling venue.

  Glenn found this puzzling; it didn't seem like something Snape would typically do.

  However, Snape had his own agenda. Opportunities for Slytherin wizards to engage in practical bat were rare, especially sidering that Glenn's abilities were on airely different level. Having a free instructor to practice with was quite a bargain.

  Even if they just ended up gettien, with so many people taking turns, the spectators could still learn valuable lessons from those matches.

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  Glenn was unaware of Snape's iions, though even if he knew, he wouldn't have said anything.

  It was simply a matter of mutual be - Snape's students gained experience, while Glenn gained a life free from the little snakes' disturbances.

  He maintained his usual routine, not letting the uping duel disrupt his established schedule.

  As days passed and the number of Aantus decreased, Saturday finally arrived.

  Aantus: ?

  At Hermione's request (more like wheedling), Glenn brought her along as a spectator. This was also an excellent way for the young girl to gain practical experience. Although Glenn would train her on weekends during her free time, including dueling sessions to develop her bat skills.

  But watg different people with various fighting styles would also prove beneficial.

  When Glenn and Hermioered his office together, Hermione was surprised to find all the Slytherin wizards ihe dueling arena had been expao include numerous spectator seats, with everyoting quietly in pce, awaiting the duel's e.

  Only Snape knew what he had told them, but Glenn didn't care.

  Marcus Flint was already warming up on the dueling ptform.

  His expression was serious, having prepared thhly for this battle. He wouldn't uimate Glenn just because he was a first-year - the spot where Glenn's e had struck his face still ached faintly.

  He didn't dare take him lightly at all.

  Hermione clearly hadn't expected such a graup. She let out a soft "Wow," but showed no flenn.

  She was fident that Glenn could defeat everyone present.

  (Pulling Glenn up, Hermione shouted: Everyone here is trash!)

  (Though that was just a thought - the little girl wasn't quite so mischievous.)

  However, they spotted someone who shouldn't have been there.

  Neville.

  He was obviously fused too, not expeg Snape's office to be so lively today. He had simply e to serve detention.

  Gng at Snape from the er of his eye and notig he wasn't monit whether Neville was s potion ingredients, Neville quietly slipped over to Glenn and Hermioo express his fusion.

  They had no iion of keepis from their friend and briefly expihe situation.

  Neville was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.

  What? They were saying that Glenn had previously, without magid relying purely on fighting teiques (Neville, being a pureblood, didn't uand the cept of martial arts, so Hermione expi more simply), single-handedly defeated nearly two-thirds of the Slytherin wizards, and now these wizards were going to have one-on-one magical duels with Glenn?

  Haha, he must still be dreaming. Even Glenn, as a first-year, couldn't possibly aplish such a thing.

  Neville tried to wake himself up by spping his face, but the se before his eyes remained unged.

  Neville fell silent.

  So the current situation clearly proved that all those incredible things Glenn and Hermione had mentioned were true!

  Neville looked at Glenn with . After all, most of his uping oppos were fifth-year her Slytherin wizards - quite formidable, with magic far beyond first-year level.

  "o worry," Glenn was about to say, when Hermione, mimig his tone, quickly interjected.

  Glenn silently looked at the little girl stig her to at him, reag out to ruffle her hair.

  Hermione swatted his hand away.

  Snape finally noticed Glenn's arrival and immediately called him to the ptform, ready to begin the duel.

  As soon as Glenn took his position, Marcus spoke up. Setting aside his usual arrogance, he said seriously, "I will use everything I've learo defeat you. I hope you're prepared as well."

  He assumed his dueling stance.

  Glenn aowledged him with a slight nod and likewise took his position.

  They bowed, saluted, and as Snape ted down three-two-ohe duel began immediately.

  "Stupefy," Glenn's spell shot out almost the instant Snape finished speaking.

  Clearly, the upper-year wizards had acquired some practical experience. Although Glenn's rapid spellcasting startled Marcus, he mao barely dodge this spell.

  "Expelliarmus!" Marcus didn't hesitate, immediately casting the Disarming Charm, accurately targeting Glenn's position. But Glenn didn't move; he casually flicked his wand, defleg the ining spell.

  "Protego," he then cast the Shield Charm on himself, causing Marcus's face to ge dramatically.

  Bloody hell, how does this first-year know an Auror-level spell? This isn't something someone his age should be able to learn.

  It's worth noting that even among Aurors, many 't cast a plete Shield Charm. Glenn's quid smooth spellcasting clearly showed his proficy with it.

  Hurriedly suppressing his panic, Marcus cast a Stunning Spell.

  Glenn calmly deflected the spell again, casually returning with a Reductor Curse.

  Marcus felt his soul leaving his body, hurriedly dodging aside. Before he could nd, Glenn's Bsting Curse was already in front of him.

  "What the... Serpensortia!" Marcus had almost no time to react, only managing to try summoning a creature to help absorb some of the Bsting Curse's power.

  The summoned s out a miserable cry before being engulfed by the explosion. Marcus was also bsted away by the impact, his front bed.

  He rolled on the ground to dissipate the tumbling force, quickly rolling aside again to dodge aunning Spell, then flipped up into a defeance.

  "Reducto!" Seeing that Glenn wasn't preparing to cast again, Marcus gritted his teeth. He returned with a Reductor Curse of his own, though his casting was somewhat stiff, clearly not well-practiced.

  This was a new spell he had specifically practiced for this duel.

  But once again, Glenn deflected it without even moving.

  Glenn's mi remained as calm as still water. In his heightened sensory state, any movement from his oppo was clear as day. He could now even roughly judge ell would be cast based on the oppo's pre-castiures, and prepare a ter-spell or simply deflect it in advance.

  To deal with them, he didn't eveo use more advanced magical bat teiques. Simply casting spells was enough to leave them flustered.

  There was o dodge either; just releasing a little "defleg" magic was enough to ge the trajectory of their spells.

  "fringo! Indio! Petrificus Totalus!" Marcus frantically cast all the offensive spells he knew, but none had any effect. Uhe bck light emitted from Glenn's wand, they were all deflected.

  "Petrificus Totalus." Without any warning, Glenn suddenly cast the Full Body-Bind Curse. Marcus couldn't react at all and was directly hit, his whole body stiffening, uo move.

  The same spell resulted in different outes, showing the importance of spell proficy.

  But what shocked him was that after the Full Body-Bind Curse, there was still a red light and a purple light hidden!

  Snape's mouth twitched at the sight.

  What's this? Triple casting? This kid has improved again?

  As the name suggests, triple casting involves rapidly releasing three spells along the same trajectory, creating a phenomenohe first spell ceals the sed and third. It's very useful io fuse and quickly defeat oppos.

  It's not simply rapid secutive casting. Generally, from the release of one spell to the pre-cast of the spell, the magic circuit in wizards' bodies o pletely dissipate and reform from scratch for the spell's magic circuit. Multiple casting, however, involves dismantling and restrug the magic circuit produced by the previous spell, adding or subtrag some of the basic structure to form the magic circuit for the spell.

  This is the key to multiple casting.

  The successive Disarming Charm and Stunning Spell happily sent Marcus off, his wand spinning through the air into Glenn's hand.

  The entire venue fell silent. The wizards below clearly khat since Glenn stepped onto the stage, he hadn't moved even half a step. He had firmly taken all the spells cast by Marcus, including some high-power attack spells, and had frontally defeated the Slytheri Marcus, who was many years his senior.

  Snape cast the ter-curse on Marcus, rest him to normal. He sat up trembling, looking at Glenn with a plex expression.

  Glenn didn't speak, walking over with a calm expression aurning the wand to Marcus.

  He clearly knew he had lost, lost thhly.

  Without pint, he accepted it. He truly was no match for this Muggle-born young wizard.

  Taking back his wand, he said to Glenn with a plicated expression: "I'm not the most skilled wizard in Slytherin. There are many who are strohan me. You... good luck." He abruptly left, without further ent, sitting down in the audience seats with some disappoi.

  "Does anyone else want to e up? I'm fio tih the match," Glenn said, his tone devoid of aion as he turo face the little snakes, ready to wele the challenge.

  Everyone fell silent. One senior student gritted his teeth. Although he felt it wasn't quite right to go up after Glenn had just finished a match, since Glenn himself had said so, they couldn't be bmed.

  Sorry, but this match, I... no, we must win!

  His mood shifted from hesitation to determination as he stood up and walked towards the dueling ptform.

  Snape didn't intervene. He was well aware of Glenn's level; this wasn't enough to make him feel pressured.

  In the Slytherin crowd, Draco watched Glenn walk back to his inal position on the dueling ptform with a plex expression. This wizard of the same age as him had visibly surpassed their seniors in personal strength. The two who had just dueled had different bloodlines - one was Muggle-born, the other ureblood that he valued, yet Marcus, being a pureblood, had still been utterly defeated.

  He was bewildered, once again doubting the importance of blood purity.

  "Strength..." he muttered, looking lost in thought.

  But if we're talking about who had the hardest time uanding the situation, it would be Neville.

  He had no idea his friend was so skilled, knowing not just a few advanced spells, but even using them so profitly, even more adept than wizards several years older than him.

  He felt dizzy, his worldview shaken. Was this still a young wizard?

  Neville stared ily at the small figure oform, something flickering in his gaze.

  Fervor, admiration, and a hint of aspiration and expectation.

  Neville seemed to have made some sort of resolution.