Gerald was already very angry, and these two people in front of him were enemies that made him lose his chance to show off.
Hearing this, he directly pulled out his wand.
"Don't accept it? Let's fight! Whoever wins depends on whoever wins!"
Gerald couldn't help feeling complacent when he saw the eyes of the person opposite him on his wand.
In order to conform to his identity, he deliberately plated a layer of pure gold patterns on the handle of the wand, which looks high-end and more classy, and immediately distinguishes it from those poor ordinary wands.
"Hehe, have you never seen such an advanced wand? Tell you, my wand is made of gold—"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were almost blinded.
The boy on the opposite side also took out a magic wand, which was gleaming with gold, and was plated with gold from head to toe!
The handle is inlaid with a pearl the size of a pigeon's egg, surrounded by diamonds.
The wand in Gerald's hand suddenly dimmed.
He looked at the wand in Jiang Yan's hand in shock.
"Why is your wand covered with gold? Ollivander, who made the wand, told me clearly that doing so would affect the performance of the wand. That's why I chose only the handle of the wand to be plated!"
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No, he is noble Gerald, and how could anyone have a more splendid wand than his!
The boy opposite raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to know why?"
Gerald didn't want to ask, it would look very humiliating to him.
But he really wanted to know, after dawdling for a long time, he squeezed out the word "think".
"Because—" Jiang Yan hooked his lips, "This wand is made in China. Made in China, you deserve it!"
Gerald: "…"
He didn't want to talk nonsense with this Gryffindor from China, and was determined to make him suffer.
So waved his wand and yelled.
"Fuchsia!"
He practiced using the spell from a very young age. The "Fuchsia" spell is very difficult for freshmen, but he was able to master it well when he was five years old.
These two Chinese students can only show their prestige in front of the freshmen who know nothing. Compared with him, they must still be a bit worse.
Gerald complacently waited for Jiang Yan to make a fool of himself.
However, Jiang Yan didn't panic.
He twisted the magic wand in his hand into a flashy flower in an extremely pretentious manner, and then said lightly, "Bounce back."
Gerald: "?"
What kind of spell is this, why hasn't he heard of it? Is it the same as the gold-plated wand with Chinese characteristics
Before he could react, his legs were grabbed by an invisible force, and he hung upside down in mid-air.
Gerald: "…"
Depend on! That's what it means to rebound!
The few Ravenclaws in the dining room hadn't left yet. Seeing this, they couldn't help laughing: "Long live Gryffindor! Long live the Chinese students!"
Gerald was so angry that he kept waving his wand.
"Stop the curse! Stop the curse! Stop the curse!!!"
However, no matter how he shouted, his legs were still firmly locked in the air.
Those little attendants had only just learned to use wands, and they didn't know any spells. They just huddled around and worried.
"A bunch of trash!"
Gerald felt his blood rushing to the top of his head, and he was suffering from lack of oxygen. Both the wizard's robe and the sweater on his upper body were drooping due to gravity, and he had to hold it firmly with one free hand to prevent his clothes from being lost in public.
At this time, Jiang Yan walked over with a smile.
"Are you convinced? Do you still dare to bully people casually in the future?"
The vile Gryffindor!
Just as Gerald was about to yell, he saw a figure in the distance, who seemed to be Professor McGonagall.