ALL NOVEL Rising Through the Ranks
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"Hahaha... Diderot, you're being treated like a soft persimmon!"
The other Perfects around Diderot Yaxley ,the second-year perfect laughed.
They weren't the ones being challenged, so they didn't care much.
"Shut up!"
Diderot seemed greatly humiliated.
"Dyroth, huh? Arrogant boy!"
"Today, I'll teach you how to respect your seniors!"
The Yaxley family, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood families.
Voldemort's die-hard loyalists!
Many members of the family were still imprisoned in Azkaban!
In Dyroth's future plans, they were a part that had to be dealt with sooner or later.
Information about the Yaxley family flashed through his mind, and a cold glint appeared in Dyroth 's eyes.
"Both sides, prepare for the duel!"
"The duel begins!"
Before Carlo's voice faded, Dyroth was already casting his spell.
"Stupefy"
A red beam of light shot toward Diderot!
There was no time for him to react!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Diderot struggled to cast a spell to counter, but it was too late!
"Boom!"
With a dull thud, Diderot was blasted backward, flying towards Snape by accident.
Amidst a flurry of gasps, Snape waved his wand, sending Diderot aside.
His face was as dark as coal!
"Take this idiot to Madam Pomfrey, quickly!"
Several stunned older students rushed to pick Diderot up and hurriedly ran towards the door.
The rest of the students were already frightened by Dyroth's display of power.
One spell, just one!
Even if it was a sneak attack, Dyroth had clearly outmatched Diderot.
Compared to Diderot, who barely managed to cast a curse, the difference was massive!
Pansy Parkinson and others cheered wildly, jumping up and down in excitement, almost throwing Dyroth into the air.
It was rare for a lower-year student to defeat an upper-year student in the Perfect ranking battles!
Even when it did happen, it was usually among fifth or sixth years, after they had spent years learning advanced magic.
For new students like them, most hadn't even mastered basic spells yet.
Beating a senior?
That was unheard of!
"Dyroth, you're amazing!"
Draco Malfoy was beside himself with excitement, acting as though he had been the one to defeat Diderot.
Dyroth smiled, though a trace of regret glimmered in his eyes.
If it hadn't been in front of so many people, and if he weren't at Hogwarts, he would have never let Diderot go.
Being the perfect of his year showed Diderot's talent and hard work were among the best of his peers.
In the future, he would likely become at least an Auror, if not a professor.
Letting him go now would be like letting a tiger return to its mountain.
What a pity. Dyroth would have to find another chance to deal with him in the future.
As Diderot was defeated, the system prompt echoed in Dyroth 's mind.
[Congratulations to the host for defeating the second-year perfect. You have obtained the achievement: perfect (Second Year)]
[Achievement points awarded: 200]
Dyroth was surprised. "System, why 200 points?"
[The host received bonus points for defeating an upper-year student. The greater the difference in years, the more generous the rewards.]
If I beat the seventh-year perfect, will I get 700 points?
That's enough for seven card draws!
Dyroth 's eyes gleamed as he glanced at the other perfects.
They were all walking, talking achievements!
"First-year Perfect Dyroth Grindelwald has successfully completed his challenge. If no one else wishes to challenge, I declare..."
"Wait, Prefect Carlo."
Being interrupted once again, his face showed clear annoyance.
"Have you not finished? Is there more?"
"I will continue to challenge the third-year Perfect!"
Third-year Perfect: "???"
I was just watching this from the sidelines. How did this come to me?
All eyes shifted to the third-year Perfect.
"Mr. Grindelwald, you should treat ladies like a gentleman."
The third-year Perfect, Alexia Selwyn, sighed as she walked to the center of the common room.
Alexia was a striking girl, tall with a slim figure, and her rare light green hair was her most notable feature.
She was pureblood one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families.
"Alexia, don't lose to this guy!"
"Come on, Alexia, we believe in you!"
"A first-year being so arrogant? Teach him a lesson!"
Her popularity was clear, as cheers erupted from the crowd.
Dyroth was unimpressed.
In his previous life, kids at this age were still munching on instant noodles at the school gates.
With these thoughts in his mind, Dyroth politely bowed, preparing to duel.
"The second perfect-ranking duel will be between first-year perfect Dyroth Grindelwald and third-year perfect Alexia Selwyn."
"Begin!"
"Protego!"
Alexia had learned from Diderot's mistake, casting a Shield charm immediately to protect herself.
She did not dare underestimate this elegant-looking younger student.
If she wasn't careful, she might lose just like Diderot!
But what she didn't expect was that Dyroth's skills weren't limited to magic!
"Diffindo!"
Dyroth aimed his wand at a chair nearby.
The chair shattered instantly, splintering into pieces that flew across the room.
With a wave of his wand, the scattered shards of wood transformed into a flock of ravens!
they shot towards Alexia's stomach!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Alexia reacted quickly, casting the Body-Bind Curse.
The ravens froze in mid-air, turning into stone statues before falling to the ground.
Dyroth calmly pointed his wand at Alexia's robes, flicking it twice.
The buttons on her robes twisted and morphed into small snakes!
The snakes hissed and slithered menacingly.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Alexia stumbled backward, falling to the ground.
The snakes reverted back to buttons, harmless once more.
Not wanting her to retaliate, Dyroth quickly cast a binding spell, wrapping her hands tightly.
"Miss Selwyn, I accept your surrender."
"I give up! Let me go already!"
Alexia glared at Dyroth, her eyes filled with fury.
As the spell was lifted, she rubbed her sore wrists and walked up to Dyroth, jabbing him in the chest with her finger.
"Ungentlemanly Mr. Grindelwald!"
"I'll remember this!"
With a huff, she shook her long hair and returned to her place among the Perfects.
The room was dead silent.
It took a moment before anyone spoke, disbelief clear in their tone.
"Alexia... lost?"
"Really?"
"Impossible!"
"..."
Dyroth ignored the whispers, listening instead to the system's voice in his mind.
[Congratulations to the host for defeating the third-year Perfect. You have obtained the achievement: Perfect (Third Year)]
[Achievement points awarded: 300]
A great loot today!
Today's rewards were almost equal to what he earned in the past two weeks!
As his eyes drifted to the fourth-year Perfect, this poor student immediately panicked!
Thinking "From the ease with which Dyroth fought, it was clear he wasn't even using his full strength!
If I have to face him..."
Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the fourth-year Perfect.
Carlo noticed Dyroth's intent and turned to the fourth-year Perfect.
With trembling hands, the fourth-year perfect stepped forward.
"go, give him a good fight!"
Damn it!
he already felt guilty, and the shouts from behind only angered him more.
He kicked one of his fellow students the one who shouted in the shin.
"Are you stupid?"
"Dyroth is my dear friend, like a brother! How could I fight him?"
He walked up to Dyroth with a handful of sweets in hand, offering them as though they were a peace treaty.
"Brother, are you tired after so many duels?"
"Have some candy to recharge."
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