Chapter 130: Fanlin Vs. Gilderoy

"Don't be nervous, young man!" Gilderoy smiled, and he showed off his smile to the audience.

"I won't use my full strength. After all, this is just teaching. I will stop before you get hurt!"

Fanlin clenched his wand a little nervously. He didn't want to be tortured by Snape.

But when fighting Gilderoy, Fanlin was not sure at all. He hoped that he would face other professors or students.

He didn't dare to use his body to test Gilderoy's accuracy. What if his spell had the effect of bone extraction...

"Come on, let me be like a real opponent." Gilderoy drew out his wand and walked towards Fanlin with a smile.

There was about a meter between the two of them. They bowed to each other. This was respect for the opponent and also the most basic wizard etiquette.

"Come on, just like before, raise your wand." Gilderoy said with a smile. He held his wand upright in front of him, with the tip just above the tip of his nose.

Fanlin quickly followed suit. Strictly speaking, this was his first official wizard duel.

Although he had fought with Snape before, it was only training and he was slaughtered unilaterally by Snape.

The two put down their wands and hung them low by their sides. They were about to start teaching. The little wizards in the audience stopped talking early.

"Come on, let me see what you will do when you face a wizard stronger than you?" Gilderoy said casually, still welcoming the eager eyes of the audience.

"Fanlin will be fine, although he has good magic skills and often fights with Professor Snape..." Hermione pulled Harry with some worry, and unconsciously, the power in her hand became stronger.

"It should be, after all, he can break Snape's armor protection spell in the first grade, and he still has the ability to protect himself." Harry said with a wry smile.

"Hermione, why are you more nervous than Vanlin? You almost tore my clothes..."

"Sorry..." Hermione said, but she didn't loosen her tightly clenched hands.

"I'll count to three," Gilderoy smiled, "then we'll start..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"Begin!" With an order, the fight officially kicked off.

"Epelliarmus!"

"Epelliarmus!"

This time, Gilderoy learned from the lesson he had just fought with Snape. He didn't treat the duel with a high-handed and careless look.

Two disarming spells burst out from each other's wands at the same time as the spells fell.

In an instant, the two spells exploded into a gorgeous magic firework in the air.

Because no one was applying subsequent magic to the disarming spell, the expected light connection did not appear in front of everyone.

"Very good!" Gilderoy laughed, "Did you see that? Very fast casting speed, and good magic power. The most important thing is... Mr. Fanlin did not fall in the first round. Of course, I did not use my full strength."

Gilderoy smiled, which made him look very relaxed on the surface, which attracted his fans to scream in the audience, which made him very happy.

"What does this show?" Gilderoy asked, but he did not intend to let others answer. He then said, "Spells can cancel each other out. Everyone should remember this."

"Of course, this is when the magic output is similar." Hermione added in a low voice.

Fanlin was not injured by Gilderoy's spell, which was undoubtedly a happy thing for the girl, although it seemed a little strange to Harry, and Hermione was a little too excited.

"Then, I will continue to output my spells. Guess what will happen..."

"Are you ready, Vanlin El?"

"Yes, Professor!" Vanlin nodded. It felt strange just now. Lockhart's spells were not that strong, or at least only half as strong as Snape's when he trained him.

"Then let's start. Pay attention." Gilderoy got into position. He was going to be serious. He was very uncomfortable that he didn't defeat the student in one go.

"Epelliarmus!"

"Epelliarmus!"

It was still the familiar disarming spell, but this time, neither of them relaxed their control over the spell. The blue light connected the spell, which proved that both of them were continuously outputting magic power for their spells.

When the two spells touched, the dazzling light illuminated the hall at night.

And the contact point was right in the middle of the two, without any sign of movement.

"Haha..." Gilderoy said reluctantly, "Not bad magic output, then... I'm going to increase the output, get ready, boy."

Gilderoy retracted his arm, as if he was accumulating power to punch. When he sent his hand forward again, the originally weak light suddenly became strong, and fine sweat oozed from Gilderoy's forehead.

Accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart's outburst, the originally deadlocked magic contact point began to slowly move towards Fanlin.

"What should we do? They are competing in their total magic power and magic output ability..." Hermione said with some worry. Before Fanlin went up, he said that he would win. Although no one took it seriously, it was Fanlin who said it after all...

"Fanlin is at a disadvantage. Although his total magic power is large, the opponent is an adult wizard after all. Even if they don't practice, the age difference also determines that there is a gap in the magic storage between the two..."

"Relax, Hermione!" Harry said with a headache, while Ron stared at the two on the stage without saying a word. He seemed to be shocked.

"You are too nervous, Hermione...Fanlin hasn't used his eyes yet, he can still hold on..."

In fact, Fanlin is not doing well now. If he activates his talent, the speed of magic consumption will be raised to a terrifying speed. He doesn't have so much magic to accompany Gilderoy to consume it for fun. He is really at a disadvantage in terms of age.

He must find a way to speed up the expansion of his magic storage space, but this is a problem for the future.

When he thought of Snape's threat, Fanlin felt a chill down his spine. He didn't want to be punished. (To be continued)