HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

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

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

The senior students had already made thorough preparations. Marcus Flint, who had been the first to be defeated by Glenn previously, had even arranged their 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 combat were rare, especially considering that Glenn's abilities were on an entirely different level. Having a free instructor to practice with was quite a bargain.

Even if they just ended up getting beaten, 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 intentions, though even if he knew, he wouldn't have said anything.

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

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

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

Acromantulas: ?

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 combat skills.

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

When Glenn and Hermione entered his office together, Hermione was surprised to find all the Slytherin wizards inside. The dueling arena had been expanded to include numerous spectator seats, with everyone sitting quietly in place, awaiting the duel's commencement.

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

Marcus Flint was already warming up on the dueling platform.

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

He didn't dare take him lightly at all.

Hermione clearly hadn't expected such a grand setup. She let out a soft "Wow," but showed no concern for Glenn.

She was confident 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 confused too, not expecting Snape's office to be so lively today. He had simply come to serve detention.

Glancing at Snape from the corner of his eye and noticing he wasn't monitoring whether Neville was sorting potion ingredients, Neville quietly slipped over to Glenn and Hermione to express his confusion.

They had no intention of keeping secrets from their friend and briefly explained the situation.

Neville was dumbfounded, standing there in a daze.

What? They were saying that Glenn had previously, without magic and relying purely on fighting techniques (Neville, being a pureblood, didn't understand the concept of martial arts, so Hermione explained it 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 accomplish such a thing.

Neville tried to wake himself up by slapping his face, but the scene before his eyes remained unchanged.

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 concern. After all, most of his upcoming opponents were fifth-year or higher Slytherin wizards - quite formidable, with magic far beyond first-year level.

"No need to worry," Glenn was about to say, when Hermione, mimicking his tone, quickly interjected.

Glenn silently looked at the little girl sticking her tongue out at him, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

Hermione swatted his hand away.

Snape finally noticed Glenn's arrival and immediately called him to the platform, 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 learned to defeat you. I hope you're prepared as well."

He assumed his dueling stance.

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

They bowed, saluted, and as Snape counted down three-two-one, the 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 managed to 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, deflecting the incoming spell.

"Protego," he then cast the Shield Charm on himself, causing Marcus's face to change 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 can't cast a complete Shield Charm. Glenn's quick and smooth spellcasting clearly showed his proficiency 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 land, Glenn's Blasting 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 Blasting Curse's power.

The summoned snake let out a miserable cry before being engulfed by the explosion. Marcus was also blasted away by the impact, his front blackened.

He rolled on the ground to dissipate the tumbling force, quickly rolling aside again to dodge another Stunning Spell, then flipped up into a defensive stance.

"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 mindset remained as calm as still water. In his heightened sensory state, any movement from his opponent was clear as day. He could now even roughly judge what spell would be cast based on the opponent's pre-casting gestures, and prepare a counter-spell or simply deflect it in advance.

To deal with them, he didn't even need to use more advanced magical combat techniques. Simply casting spells was enough to leave them flustered.

There was no need to dodge either; just releasing a little "deflecting" magic was enough to change the trajectory of their spells.

"Confringo! Incendio! Petrificus Totalus!" Marcus frantically cast all the offensive spells he knew, but none had any effect. Under the black 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, unable to move.

The same spell resulted in different outcomes, showing the importance of spell proficiency.

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 phenomenon where the first spell conceals the second and third. It's very useful in duels to confuse and quickly defeat opponents.

It's not simply rapid consecutive casting. Generally, from the release of one spell to the pre-cast of the next spell, the magic circuit in wizards' bodies needs to completely dissipate and reform from scratch for the next spell's magic circuit. Multiple casting, however, involves dismantling and reconstructing the magic circuit produced by the previous spell, adding or subtracting some of the basic structure to form the magic circuit for the next 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 knew that 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 Slytherin prefect Marcus, who was many years his senior.

Snape cast the counter-curse on Marcus, restoring him to normal. He sat up trembling, looking at Glenn with a complex expression.

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

He clearly knew he had lost, lost thoroughly.

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

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

"Does anyone else want to come up? I'm fine to continue with the next match," Glenn said, his tone devoid of any emotion as he turned to face the little snakes, ready to welcome the next 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 blamed.

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 platform.

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 original position on the dueling platform with a complex 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 was a pureblood 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 understanding 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 proficiently, even more adept than wizards several years older than him.

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

Neville stared intently at the small figure on the platform, something flickering in his gaze.

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

Neville seemed to have made some sort of resolution.