A little help from Newt

competitions competition, I'm afraid it's not just because of 'improved black magic'...... Shawn narrowed his eyes and thought silently.

　　On the dueling stage, Thomson saw that no one continued on stage, he simply walked up to the edge of the stage.

　　"This student, a fifth-year student, right, want to cut a deal?" He crouched down and pointed to a Hedgepuppy student.

　　That student's face was clouded for a moment, but the ruthlessness that was deep in the bones of the Badger Academy bubbled up, and he gritted his teeth and was about to say yes.

　　At that moment, a hand was on his shoulder.

　　"Run over a butterfly can not be used for the wheel, Mr. Thomson, or, I will be your opponent?"

　　Hedgepuppy's student and Thomson looked over in unison.

　　Sean, who was still a head shorter, showed a 'coy' smile: "I'm only a first year and want more opportunities to learn, can I?"

　　Although the fatigue caused by the massive casting of magic spells just now had not yet worn off, Sean still decided to give it a try.

　　It was because he saw a figure at the entrance of the auditorium.

　　That was Professor Scamander.

　　At the same time, a small thing walked up at the leg of his pants, that was the tree guard rosette that had recently stuck to Sean ......

　　Pickett gasped and handed him a note with a super miniature teapot glued to it.

　　"Dear Sean, why don't you try a summoning spell? Of course, you can also learn a spell temporarily ~ for example, oolong out of the hole?"

　　The lid of the teapot twitched twice.

　　This teapot was too familiar to him, from a 'little guy' with a special hobby in Professor Scamander's box.

　　The really small kind.

　　Sean instantly understood the other party's meaning, he sneaked a smile, his heart could not stop muttering.

　　It looks like Professor Scamander doesn't have a good feeling about Newmongard, does that mean that he still has his wand held to his throat?

　　"Will Dumbledore mourn for you?"

　　Sean immediately brainstormed a line.

　　The history of those older wizards being covered up is curious ......

　　However, now is not the time to think about this, since they 'temporarily' learned a spell, so why not go and try it?

　　So, there was the scene that happened now.

　　The Hedgepigeon student, who knew Sean, noticed the exhaustion on the first-year's face, and the generous and loyal Badger House would always keep an eye on its friends.

　　"Wollep, don't be a hero." He said, then looked back at Thomson, "I'll be your opponent."

　　Thomson, who was half-crouched on the stage, then focused entirely on Sean: "You're going to try?"

　　Sean ignored him and instead gave a smile to the Hedgepuppy student, "Senior, thank you for your kindness."

　　Then without waiting for the others to speak, Sean climbed directly onto the dueling platform.

　　"Mr. Thomson, shall we begin?"

　　Thomson immediately took a step back, and his entire expression was focused.

　　One thing that Newmont Gad had always taught them was: don't lose yourself because of the weakness of your opponent.

　　What's more, this harmless-looking little wizard in front of them had just hit Professor Riddle, who was so powerful in their hearts, with a pinprick spell.

　　Thomson asked himself that he couldn't do that, even for the seventh-year students in New Mongard, there were very few who mastered the silent needle stab spell.

　　After both sides saluted, Sean immediately raised his wand, and then he realized that his opponent had assumed a defensive stance.

　　Thomson also had no choice, he was not sure how many magic spells the other side had mastered, then the first defense is the right choice. After all, as long as you think about it, you know, can force out the professor's defense means the needle prick spell is never just a stab of pain so simple.

　　Moreover, the opponent is already tired, and Thomson is confident to drain the opponent's physical strength.

　　"Am I that intimidating?" Shawn muttered.

　　However, he has long made up his mind, this will be a wave of the wand.

　　"Serpensortia"