Andy and his grandfather Norman ca into the yard.
Norman took out his wand and drew a ten-ter-long and two-ter-wide rectangular pattern on the open space at the ground.
"Co on!"
Norman walked up and stood in the middle of the rectangular pattern, turned his head to Andy and said, "Little Andy, you know the etiquette of a wizard duel, don't you?"
Andy: "..."
To be reasonable, if Norman had just used Transfiguration to manifest a ring, then Andy would really think he was an expert dualist.
But he used his wand to draw a rectangle on the ground...
That's just too freaking low-level, isn't it?
"Got it!" Andy had no choice but to follow and walk to the centre of the rectangle.
Bowing, he held his wand in the correct position.
The two quickly posed.
Whew-.
A gust of wind blew through the area and neither of the two made a move.
After a mont of silence, Norman glared and grunted, "Little Andy, what are you waiting for? Use your spells."
"You shouldn't be unable to use any magic, are you?"
Andy finally asked, "That... Grandpa, are you really a duelling master?"
"How could I lie to you?"
Norman said sowhat unhappily, "Besides, you're just a first-year young wizard, do you think your spells can injure an adult wizard?"
Uh... I guess that's what's really going on in your mind, huh?
Andy found out the truth!
But there was a bit of truth in that statent.
Andy had seen wizard duels and knew the level of spell casting of adult wizards.
Norman's magical attainnts might not be as good as those duelling masters, but he is an adult wizard after all, and resisting a few magic spells from a young wizard is not that difficult to imagine.
Thinking of this, Andy was instantly relieved.
"Then I will start," Andy said.
"Little Andy, use your full power!" Norman gave Andy a provocative look.
Why are you acting so big?
"Incendio!"
Andy directly condensed the fla into the form of a fire eagle and urged it towards Norman from the sky.
Norman looked as if he was a bit nervous, but he just waved his wand and deflected the fire eagle.
This move reassured Andy again.
Grandfather still had so skills.
Taking advantage of Norman's efforts to fend off the Fire Eagle, Andy gave up his control of the Fire-Making Spell and turned the wand in his hand to point at wooden stakes behind Norman's back.
"Accio Stake!"
Since the second ti he went to the restricted section of the library and failed to summon Dumbledore, Andy had specially learned the Summoning Charm.
Under the effect of the magic, the wooden stake crashed straight towards Norman's back.
Thinking that Norman was an adult wizard, in the end, Andy didn't have any thoughts of showing rcy.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Bang!
The wooden stake ruthlessly crashed into Norman's back, causing his entire body to almost fall down. Imdiately after that, Andy's magic beam hit Norman, sending his entire body flying out.
Bang!
With another soft sound, Norman's whole body stiffened and fell to the ground.
Andy: "..."
After all you said, that's the level you're at, why are you pretending like that in front of ?
Now it has ended up like this. The duel was less than three seconds and I had to kneel on the ground and beg you not to die.
Andy hurriedly ran over while waving his wand.
"Finite!"
"Ouch, ouch!"
Norman's fat body curled up on the ground, "My waist, my old waist! Little Andy, hurry up and call your grandma out!"
"Mom! Co out and help!"
Andy hastily shouted, while nervously asked, "Grandpa, is your injury all right?"
"I'm fine ... injury? What injury?"
Norman stared blankly and said with a firm voice, "I'm not injured, I just twisted my waist a little bit. It's normal for the body to have so problems when you're old."
Still pretending! Andy was speechless.
You're old, so whatever you say is right.
"What's wrong? I'm in the middle of brewing a potion, what's all the yelling about?"
Helen pushed the door out and saw Norman collapsed on the ground, then rushed over and tried to help Norman up.
"Ouch! Gently, my waist..."
Norman let out a cry of pain, scaring Helen so much that she didn't dare to move.
She looked at Andy with an unfriendly look on her face, "What have you guys been doing out here?"
Norman quickly explained, "Nothing much, nothing to do with little Andy. I originally wanted to give Andy so pointers on duelling skills, but I didn't expect to accidentally twist my waist. Hey...as I get older, my body is not as good as it used to be."
Andy nodded his head repeatedly.
Right! That was the case.
Helen was obviously not convinced.
Andy didn't know what level Norman was before, could Helen still not know?
Not to ntion duelling, if you even threw him an apple, he wouldn't even be able to catch it.
With this kind of reflex, how can you teach Andy to duel?
Are you kidding!
Helen took out her wand and turned the stake on the ground into a stretcher, then together with Andy, she carefully put Norman on the stretcher.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Controlling the stretcher to fly into mid-air, Helen looked at Andy and instructed, "Andy, go get your grandma and Isa back. I'm afraid your grandpa needs to go to the hospital in this condition."
"No!"
Norman quickly refused, "No...no need to go to so much trouble, there is Dittany paste at ho, just let little Andy help sar so in a while."
Helen was a bit speechless, this old man was still so dead set on maintaining his pride.
"Do you really don't need to go to the hospital?" Helen asked.
"No, no!" Norman shook his head repeatedly.
After controlling the stretcher and flying to the house, Andy and Helen together carried Norman to the bed.
Helen took out a vial of Dittany from her satchel, "Andy, help your grandpa put so dicine on his back."
"Okay!" Andy readily complied without any hesitation.
After applying the dicine, Andy told Norman to get so rest and helped cover him with the blanket before leaving the bedroom.
Helen was still in the living room, and as soon as she saw Andy, she asked a follow-up question, "You had a duel with your grandpa?"
"Uh..."
Andy didn't know if that was considered a duel or not, but he still told what happened before, from beginning to end.
"Tsk!"
Helen shook her head and helplessly complained, "How can he still be the sa as before when he's so old."
After saying that, Helen looked at Andy again, "If you want to try actual combat, wait until I finish making the potion."
"Really?" Andy was pleasantly surprised.
Just by looking at Helen's inadvertent spell casting on usual days, Andy could tell that Helen's magic level was still online.
"You shouldn't be too happy so early."
Helen said with a haughty face, "When your father and I went to school in our generation, it was the ti when the Dark Lord's forces were at their peak. We were under a lot of pressure, and we studied much harder than... and then those wizards who lived in peaceful tis."
"I'm not going to show any rcy!"
Helen had wanted to use Andy's generation as an example, but once she thought about how hard Andy worked, Helen thought it was better to forget about it!
Even those who lived during the war years wouldn't necessarily work harder than Andy.
I see!
Andy nodded in understanding.
In fact, it was normal when he thought about it, just like his Grandfather Norman, he might not have fought with other wizards in his life.
No wonder the level of magic would be watered down like that.
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