Marvel's Magic Master: I Have a Clone in the Harry Potter World!

One morning in the world of Harry Potter, George noticed a group of young wizards huddled around the bulletin board in the castle hall, animatedly discussing something.

Curious, he walked closer and saw a new parchment pinned to the board.

The announcement stated that at 8 PM tonight, the school would restart the Dueling Club in the Great Hall to teach young wizards how to better use magic in combat.

The Dueling Club had once been very popular at Hogwarts. It was said that the current head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick, had been the undefeated champion of the club during his school years.

Even senior wizards couldn't defeat Flitwick in one-on-one duels back then.

However, the club was eventually disbanded because students often got injured during duels, overwhelming the school's hospital wing with cases daily.

Now, with the Chamber of Secrets reopened and attacks on young wizards occurring, some teachers had proposed reviving the club to train students in combat skills, enabling them to better protect themselves when facing danger.

'This seems like a good opportunity to observe and learn,' George thought.

He was naturally supportive of the club's revival.

George's magical skills were largely self-taught and somewhat unorthodox.

In combat, he mostly relied on his superhuman abilities, using magic as a supplementary tool.

However, he knew that in the long run, he would need to prioritize magic in battle. Observing and learning various magical combat techniques was, therefore, crucial.

At 8 PM, George arrived at the Great Hall with the first-year Slytherin students, only to find the hall transformed.

The four long dining tables had been moved together and joined into a grand, gilded stage, illuminated by hundreds of floating candles.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was now a velvety black, and almost every student in the school had gathered, their wands in hand and faces full of excitement.

As speculation buzzed among the crowd about which professor would be teaching them magical dueling techniques, the flamboyantly dressed Gilderoy Lockhart and the stern, dark-robed Severus Snape walked out onto the stage.

Lockhart began by flaunting his prowess, boasting about his magical dueling skills. He then introduced Snape as his assistant, using this to elevate himself while making Snape's expression even frostier.

George guessed that if there were a ranking of teachers who despised Lockhart the most, Snape would undoubtedly top the list.

If not for the school's rules and his reformation, Snape might have already used all three Unforgivable Curses on Lockhart.

Oblivious to this animosity, Lockhart suggested a demonstration duel with Snape to show the students how it was done.

Facing each other on the stage, the two raised their wands after a three-count signal.

"Expelliarmus!"

Lockhart hadn't even finished chanting the spell or completing his wand movement when Snape's Disarming Charm struck.

A red streak of magical light hit Lockhart squarely, sending his wand flying and knocking him backward into the stage wall before he slid to the floor.

"So fast!"

George, observing from below, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The Disarming Charm, a second-year spell, was a staple in wizard combat. It forcibly disarmed opponents while often sending them flying.

George had been practicing this spell on his own and had recently managed to cast it successfully.

However, his attempts were far inferior to Snape's.

Snape's casting was not only powerful but also astonishingly efficient. He had simplified the wand movement by over half, and his chanting speed was lightning-fast, completing the entire process in less than a second.

This was why Lockhart had been disarmed so effortlessly mid-cast.

George also noticed that Snape's wand twitched slightly right after casting, preparing for another spell.

Of course, since Lockhart couldn't block even the first spell, there was no need for Snape to cast a second.

"That was a Disarming Charm," Lockhart explained, standing up with some difficulty. He quickly adjusted his robes and shamelessly continued, "As you can see, I lost my wand. However, Professor Snape, don't take offense when I say this—your move was rather obvious.

If I had wanted to counter it, it would have been effortless. But I thought it would be a good learning experience for the students to see the effects of being hit by a Disarming Charm."

Snape, clearly irritated by Lockhart's excuses, raised his wand slightly, his expression suggesting he was contemplating using the Killing Curse.

Sensing the danger, Lockhart hurriedly changed the subject.

"Alright, now pair up and practice! Professor Snape and I will correct any mistakes you make during your duels."

The students, seemingly unbothered by Lockhart's words, eagerly paired off and climbed onto the stage, George included.

George didn't trust Lockhart to provide any useful guidance. Instead, he wanted to duel with senior students and receive constructive feedback from Snape to improve his magical combat skills.

Lockhart and Snape moved among the students, pairing them off for practice.

George was paired with a short Ravenclaw first-year student.

"George, my name is Matthew Flitwick. I admire your learning abilities and Quidditch skills, which I could never match.

"But I must apologize in advance; I don't plan on holding back in this duel."

Matthew, confident in his abilities, didn't believe he would lose, even to the Slytherin star before him.

As a member of the Flitwick family, Matthew had inherited a natural talent for combat and had learned wand-fighting techniques from his great-uncle.

While his peers were still mastering the Levitation Charm, Matthew was already proficient in using the Full Body-Bind Curse in duels.

"Well, good luck," George replied with a smile, offering no further comment.

He was hardly worried. Even without using magic, his superior physical abilities and cat-like reflexes would allow him to evade most spells effortlessly.

Adding to that his extensive magical repertoire and regular practice, George felt confident.

It wasn't just first-year students—he believed he could hold his own against even seventh-years preparing for graduation.

His primary goal tonight was to refine his skills, not because his magical combat abilities were lacking.