After entering the wizarding world, Harry's living environment has not been 'friendly.'
It's not that everyone around him is bullying him and pushing him away. On the contrary, everyone's sudden enthusiasm is the reason why he's not used to it.
In the eyes of countless people, Harry is the Boy Who Lived and the savior who saves the wizarding world.
People appreciated, adored, and had high hopes for him, but they didn't realize it pressured Harry much.
In the eyes of Sirius and some professors, who have an intersection with his parents.
He is often considered a continuation of James.
Even Snape used to look at him very badly because of this.
Harry loved his father and his mother dearly, and their sacrifice kept him alive.
But because of this, he didn't want to be used as a substitute for others. He wanted to be a really great wizard so that his dead father could be proud of him.
Not what James II did.
Today, in the presence of everyone, he will defeat Sirius and fight for himself and Alvin's ideals.
The others retreated a certain distance, leaving space for the two of them.
Inside the Mage Tower, the Hogwarts students nervously leaned on the fence, looking at Harry and Sirius, who were only a dozen meters away.
"Who do you think will win?"
Hannah Abbott excitedly asked her classmates around, and the battle between the two sides made her blood boil.
"I think Professor Sirius can win. He has the Unforgivable Curse."
"I think Harry will win, and if you don't believe in Harry, you should believe in Headmaster Gaunt, right?" Anthony Goldstein retorted.
He is Alvin's classmate and a fanatical admirer and naturally stands firm on his side.
In fact, it's not just them. The countless Muggles and wizards in the world who are watching the live broadcast are all staring at the screen.
Wizards know that this is a battle to decide the fate of the wizarding world, but Muggles are a little skeptical.
But this does not delay them from watching the fun. After all, what kind of people the wizards are will soon be reflected in the battle.
"Harry, you go first."
As soon as Sirius entered the fighting state, he became a lot more arrogant, smiling provocatively at Harry.
"Flipendo!"
Without continuing nonsense, Harry turned his wrist, and a light blue streamer was emitted.
It is worth mentioning that he did not use the Elder Wand against his enemies.
Because after Alvin told the history of the Elder Wand, he developed a disgust for that wand.
Even if the power of his wand is a little smaller, he is used to it after using it for so many years. At least there is no risk.
Sirius directly used his magic power to offset the spell, feeling slightly numb in his wrist, and was surprised.
How did Harry's magic grow so fast?
"Expulso!"
"Locomotor Mortis!"
"Stupefy!"
In Harry's hands, a series of conventional attacking spells were used by him in different ways. Although the power was not as powerful, it's better because it's continuous.
Sirius lost his first move and was temporarily unable to counterattack, so he could only resolve them individually with his rich experience.
"Sectumsempra!"
Harry's voice suddenly increased a notch, and Sirius felt a scalp tingling.
He had seen Snape's powerful spell, which was extremely difficult to defend.
But he was not surprised. Only someone as insidious as Snape could develop such a vicious spell.
"Protego!"
He waved his wand vigorously, and a circular Shield Charm surrounded him without dead ends.
Boom!
There was a sound like the morning bell, and Sirius staggered back a few steps. Sectumsempra's power was unparalleled. Even if the Shield Charm he released with all his strength successfully blocked it, the physical impact still almost blew him away.
"Accio - Shield!"
A huge shield flew from the hands of the guard statue at the entrance of the temple and lay between the two of them. Sirius manipulated it to block Harry's subsequent attack.
The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and Sirius gradually brought back the situation on the field. With the strong defensive power of the shield, most of Harry's attacks were ineffective.
"Sectumsempra!"
The invisible air blade shot out again, leaving a few marks on the shield. Harry frowned, dodging Sirius' counterattack.
He doesn't know what material this shield is made of. Sectumsempra, the extremely sharp one, couldn't cut through it.
Although it took some time, Harry was sure to smash the shield, but he did not want to see this kind of anxious situation.
After thinking about it, Harry took a deep breath.
Having known Alvin for so long, Harry was also used to hiding a hand of trump cards, but he didn't expect that this method would actually be used on Sirius.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry tapped his wand, and strands of white mist quickly emerged from the top of the wand, forming a huge stag.
But the white mist still did not stop, and it continued to pour out from the top of the wand, turning into silk threads to mend the stag's body, making it even more magical.
"Go!"
Harry murmured in a low voice, accompanied by a crisp neigh. The stag charged straight toward Sirius.
Sirius didn't know why Harry wanted to release the Patronus, but he cautiously placed the shield in front of him and took a few steps back quietly.
"Reducto!"
To his surprise, the Reductor Curse did hit Harry's Patronus, but it only took away the fog and disappeared.
The stag raised his hooves high, stepped on it hard, and mercilessly smashed the shield to the ground. With this reaction force, the stag jumped even higher.
The stunned Sirius had nowhere to dodge at all, reluctantly cast a Shield Charm on himself, and then was kicked away.
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry naturally wouldn't give up this great opportunity, the wand moved forward, and the surging magic power blew up.
Three Disarming Charms flew in front of Sirius.
The first set smashes the remaining defenses.
The second was desperately blocked by Sirius, who was in the air.
But facing the third, Sirius had completely lost his ability to resist, and the wand came out of his hand and flew into Harry's hand.
Sirius fell heavily to the ground.
"Cough cough!"
Sirius coughed in pain. Patronus's foot was not light, and he felt two ribs were broken.
Holding his chest and struggling to get up from the ground, he looked at Harry, who was holding two wands with a complicated expression.
"Congratulations, Harry, I lost."