A wizard duel is not as simple as standing still and casting spells; evading or countering an opponent's spells relies on experience and reflexes.
With dynamic perception, he can anticipate the enemy's every move and detect subtle actions with clarity. Even Voldemort, if his spells miss the target, is just a Muggle.
If he can't win, he wouldn't even want to die?
Closing his eyes, he absorbed information about dynamic perception.
This is a type of status magic, similar to the levitation charm. It doesn't consume much magical power, but it is quite difficult to learn. Thanks to the system's guidance, Wayne's proficiency in this magic jumped directly to the intermediate level.
However, to advance to the advanced level, he would need to practice on his own gradually.
Having cast dynamic perception on himself, Wayne could clearly sense the direction of the wind outside the skylight and the noisy voices of over a hundred students from the next room.
He could even spot a mosquito flapping its wings on Toby's suitcase.
His vision, hearing, insight, and sixth sense were all significantly enhanced.
In a magical world where most wizards need to chant spells, his observational skills and ability to foresee the future were practically unmatched.
"I hit the jackpot," Wayne murmured to himself, feeling ecstatic as he remembered that there were still other cards he hadn't drawn.
Two purple cards yielded a bottle of Felix Felicis, while another card revealed a Black Magic curse.
After finishing his sixty draws, he had made considerable progress. He had advanced the levels of several spells to advanced, and his magical capacity had significantly increased due to a passive ability. He also learned a few dark spells and the Shield Charm, enriching his arsenal, along with the newly acquired dynamic perception.
Wayne was eager to test out just how much his skills had improved.
He suddenly thought of a brilliant experiment location: the Gryffindor common room.
It was already half past eleven at night.
Hearing the snores of Seamus and Dean, Harry opened his eyes and quietly asked, "Ron, are you asleep?"
"Of course not! I've been thinking about how to deal with Malfoy later," came Ron's voice, accompanied by the sound of him changing clothes. "How about we wait until his spell doesn't work and then punch him right in the nose?"
"Why not a little lower? I'll give him a good kick."
"You're cruel! Malfoy would kill you for that."
While Harry was also changing clothes, the two of them kept their voices down to avoid waking their two roommates as they made their way to the common room.
The usually lively common room was eerily silent now, with only the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace breaking the quiet, emanating a faint warmth and glow.
Seeing that no one was in the common room made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief as they walked out the main door.
"Neville, what are you doing here?"
In the corner, a shadow looked like a lump, startling Harry and Ron, making them nearly back away instinctively.
Once they recognized him, they stopped retreating.
"Thank goodness! Did you come looking for me because I'm not in the dormitory?"
"I forgot the common room's password and got stuck outside."
The chubby boy climbed up off the ground with tearful eyes, and his words left Harry and Ron momentarily speechless.
"Sorry, we really didn't notice."
"The password is 'Pig Snout,' but Neville, you don't need it now," Harry turned around and pointed to the empty portrait frame.
"The Fat Lady must have gone for a walk; knowing the password won't help you get in."
"What now?" Neville suddenly panicked.
"Come with us," Ron stepped forward. Since Malfoy had two followers, if they didn't play fair, Neville could act as an extra set of hands.
Though he doubted Neville's spellcasting skills, at least as a shield, he would be competent.
"Where are you going?" the chubby boy asked dumbly.
"We don't have time to explain; if we don't hurry, we'll be late!"
Harry replied hurriedly, pulling Neville along as they headed downstairs.
During their descent, when Neville heard they were going to a duel, his mouth fell open in shock.
"That's against school rules! I can't let you go; you'll get expelled!"
Harry had not anticipated that the usually timid and clumsy Neville would explode like this, but he kept moving forward.
Suddenly recalling something he once heard Wayne say to Hermione, Harry cleared his throat.
"Neville, you wouldn't want your grandmother to find out you can't even remember the password, would you?"
At this, the chubby boy was left speechless and could only sulk behind the two.
Compared to breaking school rules, what Neville feared most was his grandmother.
When they arrived at the trophy room, Draco Malfoy was already there with Crabbe and Goyle, waiting for them.
Seeing that three people had shown up instead of just one, Malfoy's expression shifted slightly.
"Potter, you're not playing fair! We agreed you would only bring one assistant!"
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