"...Are we still going in?" Hermione asked, looking at the massive crowd that could scare a social phobic to death.
"Of course, we're going!" Harry said, rushing straight in and pushing his small body through the throng.
Neville was not to be outdone. His body was even sturdier than Harry's, but unfortunately, against the Little Wizards of the third year, he simply couldn't push through.
Meanwhile, Professor Kaisen in his office had to stand on his desk to maintain order.
To be honest, if it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't have known he was so popular with the students.
"Everyone! Everyone, listen to me, listen to me! I am very pleased by your arrival!"
"But please believe me! I don't need a dueling assistant, a dueling agent, nor do I need you to help me assassinate Professor Quirrell in his office. Believe me, can't I do it with my own strength?"
The Little Wizards in the office and the Little Wizards in the corridor slowly quieted down, and finally, at Kaisen's pleading, they left his poor office.
After some more time, only Kaisen and four Little Wizards remained in the entire office.
"I hope you aren't here to help me assassinate Quirrell."
"Of course not, Professor," Hermione quickly explained.
"Yeah, even if we had the thought, we wouldn't have the strength," Harry said with an awkward laugh.
"I sincerely hope you don't even have that thought," Kaisen said.
"Oh, we won't. By the way, are you confident about the duel?"
"Somewhat. Actually, this is what I wanted. Even if Quirrell didn't challenge me to a duel today, I would have challenged him."
"After all, letting him wander around the Castle might lead to other dangers. If I can use this duel to confine his activities to the Medical Wing, it would be a small contribution to Hogwarts' safety."
"So, Professor, you're very confident?"
"More or less."
The dueling time set by Quirrell was very soon, so fast that from the moment he threw his glove—of course, Quirrell wasn't wearing a glove, so he threw a handkerchief—until the two stood on the dueling platform, only six hours had passed.
At six in the afternoon, a dueling platform suddenly appeared in the center of the Great Hall. Kaisen and Quirrell stood in the center, each holding their wands to their chests.
In the middle of the two was Snape. After Snape explained the meaning and rules of the duel to the two and the observing Little Wizards, he had the two bow to each other.
Things had reached this point, and both bowed to each other. After all, this was Hogwarts' dueling platform, not WWE.
There was no pre-match anger-inducing ritual.
After bowing, the two simultaneously turned around and walked in their respective directions. With Snape's signal, the two simultaneously turned back.
Quirrell was a step ahead, his wand swiping upwards from below: "Serpensortia!"
A giant python, over four meters long, was abruptly summoned and quickly lunged towards Kaisen.
Kaisen, however, casually waved his wand, and uniform pixelated flames covered the entire body of the giant python. He himself merely shifted his body casually, letting the giant python brush past his shadow and fall below the platform.
Having done all this, he shrugged at Quirrell, a small, bear-like shrug that conveyed its meaning in an instant.
"Is that all?"
"It's not over yet."
Quirrell's wand then quickly swiped towards Kaisen's feet, and rows of earth spikes spread out beneath him.
Kaisen, however, scratched his chin, and with a light tap of his wand, the entire dueling platform instantly turned into an obsidian surface.
The earth spikes that had already grown also fell to the ground and turned to dust due to being uprooted and losing their magical supply.
Just as Kaisen finished admiring his masterpiece and looked up, he saw another silent spell flying towards him from Quirrell.
This spell was red, but given Quirrell's usual style, it was hard to determine whether it was Expelliarmus or Stupefy that was flying over.
Of course, there was a greater possibility that it would be a Bone-Shaking spell.
Kaisen no longer underestimated him. He didn't even use his wand, simply waving his hand upwards. An obsidian wall blocked the spell, and in turn, this obsidian wall also shattered into pieces.
And Quirrell's spells were like waves, one after another, as a Dragon composed of fiery red flames charged straight at Kaisen.
Snape, seeing the Fiendfyre Curse Quirrell used, quickly jumped off the platform and turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore, however, waved his hand, signaling him to relax, and seemed to be watching the Fiendfyre Curse with great interest.
Kaisen on the platform was not as calm as Dumbledore. Although he still appeared calm on the surface, the damned flames in front of him did not look like proper flames at all.
He held his wand in one hand and directly gripped a mass of water in the other. At this moment, the dueling platform had appeared in his mind as a grid composed of transparent cubes.
And it was divided into three-dimensional axes.
And it only took an instant to fill all the space of these three-dimensional axes with water blocks and make them not flow.
This instantaneous spatial compression and filling should directly deprive the Fiendfyre in front of him of its living space, or it could be explained more simply.
The suddenly appearing water blocks covered the Fiendfyre, just like a computer file overwriting another file.
No sooner said than done.
Kaisen looked at the huge Dragon, which was growing larger and larger, almost reaching the ceiling of the Great Hall. He threw a water block into a corner on the ground with one hand, and with the other hand holding his wand, he tapped a corner of the Hogwarts ceiling. Instantly, a huge water cube appeared in front of the two.
As for the Dragon that had just been covering the sky, it had long since disappeared without a trace.
After annihilating the Dragon, Kaisen did not forget why he had been picking a fight with Quirrell from the beginning until now, accepting his duel.
It was to make the old man lie in the Medical Wing for a few more days.
But it really was just for a few days. Before the duel, Dumbledore had specifically sent him a message saying he couldn't harm Quirrell's life.
For this reason alone, the Decay Skull could not be used.
And TNT flash was too light for Quirrell; it was far from enough to achieve the goal of making him lie in the Medical Wing for a few more days.
Fortunately, during the time he had been at Hogwarts, students and Professors had liked him, so...
"ender crystal!"
Kaisen lightly tapped his wand, and a purple cube floating in mid-air suddenly appeared, surrounded by white cubic outlines.
The ender crystal instantly flew rapidly towards Quirrell.
Bang!
Quirrell was blasted away, falling to the ground, his life unknown.
The entire Great Hall was silent for a moment, then the next moment.
"OHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!!!"