"Helm... um, Lumos Maxima."

A somewhat nervous and mumbled incantation drifted from the depths of the fog.

A pearly white light flickered in the dense poisonous mist, clearly indicating that Hagrid was attempting to use Lumos Maxima to dispel the surrounding fog.

However, compared to the misty, swirling potions fumes around, that tiny light was only slightly brighter than a firefly, and completely ineffective.

"It seems Mr. Hagrid's constitution is better than we imagined—"

Professor Slughorn shrugged, frowned, took a deep puff on his pipe, and continued.

"Unfortunately, potions are not ordinary spells. If regular spells could break them, we wouldn't be researching them for a lifetime—hmm?! What's that?!"

*Bang.*

Hagrid's wand seemed to explode into a wad of fabric.

In the next moment, a radiance like sunlight pierced the mist, blooming in the very center of the arena.

Before anyone could react, Rubeus Hagrid's massive figure had already traversed the layers of poisonous mist and appeared before everyone's eyes.

The pink "wand umbrella" that had been tightly closed was now open, each rib and panel engraved with obscure, profound characters.

Unlike the embedded wand in the handle that people imagined, the "umbrella wand's" canopy emitted a dazzling, radiant pearly-white glow, like a miniature sun reflected in the water, or like the sun shield of a god in European mythology. In the hands of the burly "deity," it pierced through the dangerous, mottled potions fumes, shining in the eyes of all the wizards.

"Damn! Those potions have no effect on Mr. Hagrid!"

"Spells should work! Quick, suppressive fire—"

Looking at Hagrid, whose grayish-white skin was gradually falling off, resembling a giant spirit, the two Slytherin students' pupils shrank.

Without much exchange, they waved their wands even more frequently, various spells surging towards Rubeus Hagrid like a tide.

"He might have magical protection... limit his movement!"

"Keep your distance—be careful not to get close!"

Since the arrival of the "Queen of the Sky" and "Hanna the Chariot" at Hogwarts, most young wizards have added an extra precaution to their duels:

Wizard duels are not limited to magic; any tool, object, or even limbs and torso can be used by a wizard to attack.

Compared to Rubeus Hagrid's temporarily unknown casting abilities, the most profound imprint that the gamekeeper left on Hogwarts was his ogre-like strength—perhaps they could hit Rubeus Hagrid a hundred times, but as long as Mr. Hagrid got close... even for just a moment, they would completely lose their fighting ability, just like facing those two lower-year witches.

In fact, Slytherin House had made some plans for "physical" attacks before today's inter-house competition.

Although the hypothetical enemy was not Rubeus Hagrid, in principle there wasn't much difference.

"Immobulus!"

"Lubricus!"

"Aqua Eructo!"

Unlike the limited spell choices of the previous years, as Hogwarts students entered their fourth and fifth years, their spell systems gradually began to take shape.

Perhaps in terms of magic power level and the degree of refinement of magical manipulation, they were temporarily unable to compare with adult wizards or even upperclassmen.

But in the words of Eileen Prince, Hogwarts fourth and fifth year students have almost achieved a "conventional spell" collection. Apart from a very few rare spells, what remained was simply spell level.

From this stage onwards, they could truly be called "wizards."

Rather than harmless little fry like "wizard apprentices" or "trainee wizards," "lower-year wizards," or the like.

As the two Slytherin students chanted, the arena visibly changed, forming a constantly twisting swamp.

Hagrid's weight and size undoubtedly became his biggest flaws, and every step became particularly difficult.

Continuous spells bombarded his massive body, making it difficult for Hagrid to move forward.

"Unbelievable—"

"He's taken ten Stunners, right?"

"W-What kind of monster is that?!"

All the wizards in the surrounding stands widened their eyes, watching the giant slowly moving forward while enduring countless spells with shocked expressions.

This was the first time everyone had seen Mr. Hagrid participate in a magical confrontation, and they finally understood why he could guard the Forbidden Forest as the gamekeeper.

However, even a true giant could not last too long under the spell bombardment of two wizards—even if they were just two fourth-year students.

Many sharp-eyed young wizards keenly noticed that Rubeus Hagrid's pace was getting slower and slower, and his massive body was also beginning to tremble... Under the multiple suppression of terrain magic, control magic, and continuous impact magic, he was almost at his limit just by using his flesh and blood to withstand the spells. Even if he could break through the "fire line," he would not be able to continue to the next round.

In fact, Hagrid also felt that he was almost at his limit. The magical poisonous fumes were not without effect on him, and he was starting to feel a little exhausted.

"You are a wizard, Mr. Hagrid, don't forget magic..."

Just then, Hagrid suddenly heard a girl's voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but exceptionally clear.

"Mr. Ollivander asked me to tell you that you must believe in your own wand and not forget your talent."

Huh?

This is...

Eileen Prince that girl?

Hagrid, who was gritting his teeth and wading through the tide of spells, froze for half a second and subconsciously wanted to look up, but he heard a new voice in his ear.

"Don't look up, I'm talking secretly—otherwise I'll be exposed!"

Eileen looked at the half-giant who was rushing forward while enduring the spells, and a hint of helplessness flashed across her exquisite face hidden in the shadows.

"In all these years at Hogwarts, you haven't only learned Lumos, right? Why don't you try Protego?"

Um... Protego?

That's right! He is a wizard!

A trace of embarrassment and realization flashed across Hagrid's face, which was covered by his bushy beard.

After so many years of hiding, he almost forgot that he could now cast spells freely in public.

As for the spell he should cast at this time...

Without the slightest hesitation, Hagrid quickly moved the huge umbrella surface, aiming it at the front.

"Protego!"

Rubeus Hagrid recited his second spell of the day.

*Buzz! Buzz buzz buzz!*

Several strange tremors sounded, and almost invisible pale streamers spread along the umbrella handle to the ribs and canopy.

An invisible magic imprint quickly took shape a few centimeters in front of the umbrella surface, carving honeycomb-like hexagonal lines in the air.

The next second, a layer of light blue three-dimensional light curtain suddenly flashed in the originally empty air, blocking Hagrid like a giant siege shield.

The incoming spells collided with the light blue curtain, sparking ripples, and then quickly dissipated, leaving only a few insignificant vibrations to be transmitted to Hagrid's hand.

"Uh... this?" Hagrid looked at the light shield that appeared in front of him with confusion.

"Apocalypse Magic Shield—"

The "Angel Miss's" explanation sounded in Hagrid's ear at just the right time.

"I can tell you slowly about these things after today's duel, or Professor Dumbledore can answer them—"

"Now, you only need to do one thing..."

Eileen glanced at the half-giant below, who looked like a deity descending to earth, and the Slytherin students who looked like chicks in front of him, and said softly.

"Push—"

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Yay!