Chapter 64.2- Doom Days

“Whew, is it hot in here? Those sisters sure know how to bring the heat, don’t they? If you enjoyed that, then just wait to see what we have for you in the firs half time show. It’s going to be a doozy” he said to the applause of the crowd.

“Now, we can welcome the finalists to the stage for what is sure to be the duel of the century.” He called out. I turned my neck from side to side, working out any stiffness or soreness. This was it. The big one. The one we’d all been waiting for.

“In the blue corner, all the way from Africa’s Ougadou in Uganda, we have Ifeoma Okonkwo. A budding mistress of transfiguration and herbology. She has set hearts, and quite a few duelists on fire with her fiery personality and even more fiery duelling. Please give it up for Ifeoma Okonkwo” he said, stepping back and allowing the applause of the crowd get louder again, reaching a crescendo. Ifeoma walked out of the hallway, dressed in the finalist’s robes, waving in all directions. She even blew a few kisses which got an even more intense reaction from a few members of the crowd.

“And her opponent in the red corner, we have Harry Potter from Britain’s premier school, Hogwarts. The Boy Who Lived, Triwizard Champion, Winner, the number of titles we can refer to Mr, Potter by are endless— just like the variety of magical skills he has been able to keep us on our toes with. Now give it up for Harry Potter” I walked in with my shoulders held high. I had made some alterations to my robes. Just small things to make them more formfitting and dare I say stylish. When I dropped my cloak to the ground and jumped to the platform, the sounds from the crowd amplified.

“Now the duelists have been informed of the rules ahead of time. The duel shall be split into three thirds, with each third lasting five minutes. If any of the duelists are knocked unconscious or otherwise yield at any point during the duel, then the whole duel shall be over and declared in the favour of the other party. However, it both duelists are still standing at the ringing of the buzzer, then they shall split up for fifteen minutes to strategize, heal, and whatnot. Don’t worry, my lovely audience. I, Julian Russo, have taken steps to ensure that you remain entertained through out the intermissions. Just trust me” He said with a charming wink.

“Now, I’ll hand it over to the referee.” He said, stepping back, and waving another man forward. It took me a second to place the face, but he was the same man that had referred my qualifying matches.

He directed us to bow to each other, and once we did, he blew the whistle— when did they start using whistles in duels?

“Begin” His voice rang out, and I struck first.