Chapter 241 Victory (Thanks to Monkey Daqingjiao for the Reward)

Xing Ze certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to engage in a long war of attrition with Barrow. The flames just now consumed a lot of his magic power.

Thus, he also learned the limit of Bluebeak. Like many dream objects, he was not very resistant to flames.

Continuous flames can effectively prevent Bluebeak from recovering and plasticizing. He must invest a lot of magic power to make this process normal.

But for freezing, I don't know if it's because of swallowing Noph Ke, Bluebeak's resistance to cold is quite good.

In addition, the evolved Bluebeak no longer exists in the form of flesh and blood, but in a strange particle particle, which greatly enhances its plasticity and resistance to impact.

And not only him, Xing Ze's body is also gradually changing. Of course, this change is quite slow, probably because of the lack of necessary energy.

This duel allowed Xing Ze to further understand his body. What he wants to do now is to end this meaningless game as soon as possible.

As mentioned before, the duel between wizards not only tests personal magic power, but also tests their proficiency in spells, adaptability, practical experience and psychological quality.

"The Barrow kid is doomed to lose." Scrimgeour snorted.

These words were harsh to Carol's ears, but any wizard with a bit of skill could see that Barrow was barely holding on, and his spellcasting rhythm was too chaotic.

"A very effective countermeasure." Bones, who had bet on Barrow to win before, couldn't help but praise Xing Ze, "First use melee entanglement to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and then force the opponent to enter a magic duel in panic."

Obviously, this oriental wizard has quite good practical experience. Bones didn't say this. She was simulating how she could win if she met him. Although there are many ways, each one requires a heavy price.

Looking at the smug look on Scrimgeour's face that could not be concealed, she regretted why she didn't get to know this oriental wizard earlier.

Minister Fudge, who had been silent, had already made a decision in his heart. He turned to Scrimgeour and said, "Prepare a copy of his information for me. The more detailed the better."

Scrimgeour looked embarrassed and replied helplessly, "I'm afraid that's impossible, Mr. Minister."

"Why?"

"He is from the Key Hall. You know that the Key Hall does not really belong to the Department of Mysteries. It belongs to..." Having said that, Scrimgeour did not continue. Some things do not need to be pointed out. Those who understand will understand.

Fudge frowned and muttered, "Key Hall, Key Hall, Slytherin family..."

While they were talking, the duel in the field had entered a white-hot stage. The spells of both sides were getting faster and more intense.

Barrow's body kept retreating, his breathing became more and more rapid, and every move and counter-move would test his tense nerves.

The inexplicable fear came to his heart again. The figure of the oriental man in front of him became larger and larger. Barrow felt like he was fighting against endless darkness.

Looking at Xing Ze who was pressing forward step by step, he gathered up his last energy and vented all his magic power, but he despairingly found that it was too late. The white-hot duel did not give him the opportunity to cast advanced spells.

He gradually understood a terrible fact. Everything was under the control of the oriental man. He was constantly speeding up, and he... he was like a stupid dog, completely led by him.

A desperate dog will jump over the wall. Xing Ze knew this truth well. He did not have much magic power, but there was still a risk of wanting to fight Barrow quickly.

So, he adopted the strategy of boiling a frog in warm water, letting Barrow move completely at his own pace. Obviously, this was not difficult. His enemy was completely confused, which was not difficult to see from the panic on his face.

People often lose judgment and reason in panic. In this way, Barrow lost the last chance to defeat Xing Ze, and his magic power could only rot in his stomach.

With continuous mistakes and mental collapse, Barrow was finally hit by a spell from Xing Ze, and the yew wand in his hand flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

As the wand fell to the ground, Benedict Foley closed his eyes in despair. Some people in the stands cheered, some screamed, and some cursed in a low voice, but many booed and shouted dissatisfaction at Barrow Foley, and many wizards left the seats angrily.

Lena and her companions looked extremely ugly. She turned her head to look at the group of cheering anti-mutual aid alliance members, and the anger in her heart was comparable to the flames from hell.

"How could it be? Mr. Foley actually lost." Donna murmured absentmindedly. As one of Barrow Foley's fans, she really couldn't accept this fact.

Lena's distorted face immediately smiled. She opened her arms and hugged her friend, whispering: "Their victory is only temporary. Don't be sad, my friend. One day the world will know the true face of that hypocrite."

This heartwarming move moved the members of the mutual aid alliance. Looking at the fiery eyes of the people behind her, Lena's face flashed a sneer inadvertently.

Xing Ze exhaled a long breath. He could have won this duel more easily, but he didn't want to expose the existence of Bluebeak in front of so many people. Although the mysterious oriental magic can deceive most people, there will always be people who know the goods.

As for the final magic duel, he just wanted to test his magic level. Even if the duel is not favorable, he still has a backup plan.

Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. It is not difficult to understand your enemy, but it is difficult to understand yourself clearly.

After seeing Edward Mendes's methods, Xing Ze felt that he should have a clear understanding of himself so that he could be more cautious in the subsequent investigation.

In the stands, Albert asked Dumbledore in a dull tone: "Phoenix feather?"

The old wizard's expression did not change at all. He said cheerfully: "There is more than one phoenix in the world, old man. Before you doubt me, I also want to ask you, how much support have you given to the Welfare family?"

"Who do you think I am, Albus?" Albert was a little angry, "Although I am dissatisfied with that Oriental man, I will never be so shameless as to win by cheating. Besides, helping the enemy family will not do me any good."

"Hahaha." Dumbledore laughed, "His victory means a lot to you and me. You should make good use of this A chance."

"Of course, this victory has swept away the decline of the reformists. I can't wait to see the angry faces of the Conservatives."

Dumbledore pointed his finger at Xing Ze in the arena and reminded him, "He helped us break the first wall and deserves our gratitude."

"Don't look at me so stingy, Albus." Albert waved his hand, "Public is public, private is private. I give him the necessary respect, but I also have to talk to him about my daughter."

For some reason, Xing Ze felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously looked at a corner of the stands but didn't find anything unusual, so he shrugged and walked towards Barrow.

Yes, he still has some things to ask this "respectable" colleague.

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