Even Dumbledore was stunned—so what chance did the Prefects standing across from Marius have?
They were all staring, slack-jawed, their minds barely able to register what had just happened.
The duel had only lasted two or three seconds…
And two of their own were already lying on the ground, completely defeated!
What the hell!?
Was he a monster?!
The students watching were going absolutely wild.
"What just happened!?"
"Two Prefects got taken down in the blink of an eye!"
"I swear I only looked away for one second!"
"This guy is insane!"
"I knew it! Anyone bold enough to challenge six Prefects at once can't be weak!"
One skeptical student raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say he was being arrogant yesterday?"
"...Ahem. You must be misremembering!"
Meanwhile, the three Shadow Perfects—Joseph, Barry, and Bunier—were absolutely fired up.
Joseph's chest was heaving. "That's our Mr. Cloud!"
Barry's eyes gleamed with excitement. "We lost to him fair and square!"
But the same mistake wasn't going to happen twice.
These were the official Prefects, the elite of Hogwarts.
And now, they were going all out.
A brief glance passed between them—and all four nodded in perfect sync.
"Crucio!"
But Marius moved first.
Without hesitation, he flicked his wand toward Lisa, firing a curse that forced Kelly into a panic.
Caught off guard, her reaction was a second too slow—she lost her opening advantage.
"He's bluffing! Don't get distracted!" Samuel yelled.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Bombarda!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
The other three launched their spells all at once, their magic lighting up the air with a deadly brilliance.
For a moment, the courtyard became a storm of spellfire.
Their attacks were fast, sharp, and deadly.
Even the students watching could feel the residual force from the spells whizzing through the air.
"That's the power of a Prefect!"
"I'll be lucky to even cast something like that after graduation!"
Three top-level spells, cast at once—it was overwhelming to behold.
But then…
"Wait! Look at Marius!"
Shouts echoed from the crowd.
Because what Marius was doing shouldn't have been possible.
It was one thing to defend against one spellcaster.
Maybe two, if you were talented.
Three? That was suicide.
But Marius?
He deflected one spell.
Redirected another.
Absorbed a third.
Spell after spell, all dissipated—like waves crashing against a cliff.
It was a masterclass in magical defense.
His wand moved like a blur—fluid, precise, impenetrable. No attack could even get close to him!
"Is he on a magic steroid or something!?" one student whispered in awe.
"This guy's nuts!" another gasped.
Samuel was growing desperate. "Joseph, jump in! He's already maxed out—he can't block four of us at once!"
Dumbledore and Flitwick exchanged serious glances.
Yes, even for a prodigy, defending against three elite Prefects was likely his limit.
A fourth might just break him.
"R-Right!" Lisa finally snapped out of it. She raised her wand.
"Bombarda!"
The spell screamed through the air toward Marius.
Students winced, some covering their eyes.
Even Dumbledore instinctively tightened his grip on his wand, ready to intervene.
But then—
Marius moved his other hand.
"Protego!"
A black wand slipped from his robe sleeve and snapped into position.
The second wand.
For the first time, the school saw it—sleek, jet-black, humming with dark energy.
It gleamed like a serpent in the shadows, rising from the depths.
Lisa's Bombarda slammed into the shield and rebounded, forcing her to scramble to block her own ricochet.
She stumbled, stunned. The others froze mid-cast.
They turned to Samuel with questioning eyes.
Wasn't he supposed to be at his limit with three opponents!?
Samuel was drenched in sweat.
"He… he only used one wand that night…"
"A second wand!!"
Someone in the crowd shouted it—and suddenly the entire student body gasped in unison.
If Marius could already handle three Prefects with one wand…
Then with two—could he handle six?
Was he holding back this whole time!?
Marius didn't answer their silent questions.
He simply moved.
Black and white wands danced in his hands—yin and yang, storm and silence.
Each of the Prefects' spells was effortlessly blocked, absorbed, or reflected.
And not once did Marius take a step back.
He wasn't on the defensive anymore—
He was in complete control.
Students watching were nearly foaming at the mouth with excitement.
He wasn't even breaking a sweat.
They were seeing something legendary.
"What kind of power is this!?"
"Nothing's hitting him!"
"He's toying with them!"
"Is it just me, or is he getting stronger the longer this goes on!?"
The four Prefects— Samuel, Steve, Lisa, and Kelly—were drenched in sweat.
They could barely keep up. Their attacks were draining, but they were desperate.
"His magic reserves can't be infinite!" Samuel barked. "He's still a first-year! He has to run out soon!"
"Yes!" Kelly nodded. "Just keep going! We'll wear him down!"
But Marius saw through their plan instantly.
He sighed, shaking his head.
So predictable.
Both wands glided through the air—elegant, effortless—
Every curse they threw became mist and dust.
Spells were flicked away like annoying insects.
The crowd was stunned into silence.
Was this still a duel…
Or a performance?
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"Are you all feeling okay?" Marius asked lightly, sounding more annoyed than smug.
"You seem weaker than before. I did mention… if you held back, I'd be very disappointed."
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