Verne glanced at Mr. Carmichael helplessly, but did not feel too angry. From the memories he got from Voldemort, he understood the situation of the Trimble family better than anyone imagined. They worshiped black magic. His power has an inexplicable relationship with the former Death Eater forces. He seems to have participated in several Muggle massacres and controlled events with the Congress government. He is full of evil, so he is also happy to come out as a temporary employee. A shield.
"Hello, Mr. Trimble." Verne smiled and stretched out his hand.
Deimos frowned and did not respond to other people's courtesy. He just looked up and down at Verne's figure, with a disdainful smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Oona, follow me. Mentioned you."
"Oh, that's my pleasure." Verne withdrew his hand.
Deimos nodded slightly and sighed: "It seems that you are pretty good and have some self-awareness. That is indeed your honor. Remember your identity. There is an insurmountable gap between us."
Hearing this, Mr. Carmichael's face darkened. He did not expect that Deimos would be so hostile before Verne said a few words. In fact, he underestimated the extent to which Deimos cared about Oona. There was genuine emotion in it, but it was undeniable that Deimos also valued his ex-wife so much.
For Deimos, the flame of love is inherently blazing, and if it is not there for a moment, it will turn the original beauty into what it once was
Patting Mr. Carmichael who was about to step forward to reprimand, Verne smiled faintly, looked at Deimos, and said, "Indeed, there is an insurmountable gap between you and me."
At this moment, Deimos was stunned for a moment, and then became furious. His original arrogant smile had long since disappeared, and turned into something ferocious, "Some people are like this. When looking at dangerous peaks from a distance, they always say that they can easily climb them, but Until I started to do things, I could only lie in the cold ravine."
"I feel the same way." Verne shrugged, almost making the nobles who were watching the excitement laugh out loud. From their point of view, although they hated Verne, a filthy Muggle, they also felt the same. I don't like the Trimbu clan who excessively worship black magic.
"It seems that you are good at talking, but you don't know how powerful your magic is?" Deimos said with a stiff face, "I, Deimos Trimble, am willing to give this lowly bloodline of yours a fair chance. , a wizard's duel, on the line your dignity and mine, you know this is the most preferential treatment, in normal times, a hundred of you can't compare to one of my fingers."
Hearing this, Verne was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. He never thought that such a third-rate drama would appear in his life. He always thought that "the beauty of decisive battle" only existed in It may have been something in legend, or something that appeared in satirical literature, but it didn't seem to be the case at this moment.
Immediately, Verne felt his robe tighten behind him. Looking back, he saw Mr. Carmichael staring at him reproachfully. He was stunned for a moment, and then secretly glanced at the dissatisfaction of the people around him. With an expression on his face, he remembered that it was still the end of the 20th century, and the speed of cultural innovation in the wizarding world was far slower than that of Muggles. Duels were indeed seen from time to time, and they were particularly solemn and solemn, and could not be desecrated by others.
"It seems that it is the past life concept that is causing trouble. I should have understood earlier. Hermione, who has always been rational, objected to Harry's midnight duel with Draco before, but did not laugh at it. "Three years in the future" Draco Co attacked Harry from behind, which even led to Moody's excessive punishment. Now that I think about it, in addition to deliberately causing trouble for the other party, it might also have an influence on duel ethics." Verne thought.
"I'm very sorry. I accidentally thought of a joke just now, which made me laugh." Regarding Verne's explanation, everyone secretly cursed, and Deimos, who asked for a duel, had a livid face and asked loudly He said: "Sure enough, blood determines performance. You vulgar man, do you still remember my 'invitation' just now? Please don't ask me to add a new nickname of 'coward' for you."
Verne's face darkened, and he finally felt angry at Deimos's constant criticism of his bloodline. He narrowed his eyes, and was about to agree, when he saw the crowd suddenly parted on both sides, and his student-Freske. Tesheim and a middle-aged man with a similar appearance were approaching in a hurry.
"Wait, wait, two distinguished gentlemen, please let me say a few words," the middle-aged man stepped between the two confronting people and said loudly, "Both of them are distinguished guests of Tesheim, He is also a good friend of me, Biffrons. Please don¡¯t hurt our friendship just because of your anger.¡±
At this time, Freske walked up to Verne and asked: "Professor, what happened? Why do the Trimbles want to duel with you?" He glanced at Verne's left hand holding the wand. He glanced at it and frowned slightly.
Verne smiled calmly and said nothing. See you, Fleiss.? Said: "It doesn't matter, professor, I will ask my father to deal with this matter" Before he finished speaking, Deimos' provocative words came over again, while Bifrons stood aside with a look of helplessness.
"That Caedmon, where's your answer?"
Before Verne could respond, Freske said first: "Mr. Trimble, take back your rudeness. I don't think you are qualified to challenge my teacher!"
"Qualification? Challenge?" Deimos became even more angry, and Bifrons scolded: "Watch your tone, Freske!" Then, he advised again: "Mr. Trimble, if you If there is any misunderstanding with Mr. Caedmon, there are definitely many people here who are willing to mediate. Right, Mr. Carmichael?"
Regarding this statement, Mr. Carmichael could only smile bitterly. The trigger came from him, so what qualifications did he have to arbitrate? But just when he was about to bite the bullet and say a few words of advice, Verne suddenly patted him on the shoulder and stepped forward.
"Mr. Trimble, I agree to the invitation for this duel, do you want a deputy?" At the same time, Verne glanced sideways at Freske, who was full of worry, and frowned secretly.
"Very good, it seems that you are not as useless as your bloodline, and you still have some courage." Deimos gradually regained his composure, "But before the duel, maybe you can use your hard-to-use brain, Don't think about the joke, but recall the original intention of this duel," he smiled coldly, "For the beautiful and noble Oona, it is just blasphemy to have a deputy for this kind of duel! Of course, if you want to find a deputy , I don't mind even being a helper, I just feel embarrassed for your future wife, oh I almost forgot, you may not have a 'future' for me to see you."
"Mr. Trimble" Verne chuckled: "There is indeed a high chance that you will not be able to see my future." After hearing this, several pure wizards finally couldn't help laughing.
Through the social interactions and verbal battles at today's dinner, Verne discovered that the nobles in the magical world seemed to prefer to use various rhetorical techniques to express their meaning. Maybe this can help It shows their unique elegance and grace, but sometimes their words are too long and cumbersome, causing many language problems, which makes them troublesome in arguments. It is far less effective than a vulgar swear word from ordinary people.
"Hmph!" Deimos's expression became even more gloomy, "Sharp-tongued guys often only talk the talk, and don't even have the courage to make promises. Caedmon, I have no interest in arguing with you now. I want to ask you again, before the duel, do you dare to make an 'unbreakable oath' with me"
"The loser will never be able to see Oona again!"
"Oh?" Verne finally understood the true purpose of Deimos's duel at this time. "Never break the oath" is an extremely profound contract magic. Once the covenantee violates the oath, he will suffer the misfortune of death. In the original work, Narcissa, who loves her son eagerly. Malfoy, in order to ensure that Draco would not be harmed when performing the tasks assigned by Voldemort, set such a constraint with Snape, hoping that Snape would take over the job of killing Dumbledore.
"I don't think it's a gentlemanly thing to take an absent woman as a condition of a contract. Oona is a human being, not a dead thing, and she doesn't belong to you or me." Verne stared with a look of ridicule on his face. Deimos added: "Of course, if her grandfather, Mr. Carmichael, doesn't mind and even promises to serve as a witness (bonder), I am naturally willing to agree."
Deimos looked stunned, then turned to look at Mr. Carmichael. At the same time, a voice as thin as a gnat came into Verne's ears: "How sure are you that you can shut up this annoying guy?"
Hearing this question, Verne smiled lightly, "Are you saying to shut up for now, or"