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Chapter 481 Me and Myself
Chapter 481 Me and Myself
"What the heck is going on?" Harry and Cedric stood back to back in the middle of the maze corridor, each facing their own shadow.
"This must also be the effect of Professor Hamilton's magic circle," Harry said uncertainly in a low voice. He looked at the shadowy figure opposite him, who was holding a wand without making a sound, and for a moment he felt a sense of unease.
If it were just me, it would be fine, but now it's not just my shadow—it's also Cedric's shadow.
"Harry—I'll count to three—how about we do it together?" Cedric whispered. "It seems like there's no other way now—"
"We're only facing ourselves—" Cedric said, seemingly somewhat relieved. "Anyway, we're not that strong, are we?"
Cedric is right—it's simply a matter of facing ourselves. Don't we know our own strength?
Harry nodded, gripping his wand tightly, and said, "I'm ready."
"Um."
While the two were talking, the shadows didn't make a move. They just stared blankly at their real bodies, seemingly having no intention of taking action.
Looking at Harry's shadow opposite him, Harry raised his wand and whispered, "Three—"
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"Faint!" Cedric had just finished reading the second when he raised his wand and flicked it, sending the silver spell flying towards the shadow opposite him.
Harry, as if he already knew, chanted the spell: "Expelliarmus!"
As the two launched their attack, the shadows also raised their wands.
Man's greatest enemy is always himself, and this is not only psychological, but also perhaps physical.
Spells flew through the narrow corridor as Cedric and Harry waved their wands at their own shadows while also watching their footing.
Because in the already cramped space, there was a trap left by a wicked professor.
"Stun!" Harry spat out a spell from the tip of his staff, but the shadow opposite him dodged it with a sidestep, and then the shadow also cast a Stunning Spell.
Harry was forced to pick up his wand to defend himself.
When facing him, his attacks were completely ineffective, as if his own attacks were anticipated and always dodged in advance.
Harry had the same feeling about the shadow's attack—he just watched the shadow raise its hand, and it seemed he knew exactly what it was going to do.
This is not a good thing!
Cedric and I weren't here to participate in some "see how long you can last" challenge; we were here to win the Goblet of Fire.
There's no point in wasting time here with this damned shadow!
"Harry!"
Their backs pressed together again, and Cedric couldn't help but whisper, "Can you win on your side?"
"It's difficult," Harry replied honestly. "I don't know how to overcome myself."
"What a coincidence—me too," Cedric said irritably. "He's not just the same as me in appearance, but his thoughts are almost identical."
"It's like I'm fighting my own mirror," he said through gritted teeth. "We need to change our strategy."
"What strategy?" Harry pursed his lips. "Are you going to deal with my shadow?"
"That's what I mean." Cedric nodded. "I'll see if I can quickly get rid of your shadow—"
Then together we'll defeat my shadow.
Cedric was right—his shadow was definitely weaker than Cedric's, and he only needed to hold on until Cedric dealt with his shadow.
Harry nodded slightly and said, "Let's do it that way!"
The two stood back to back and then silently turned around. Soon, Harry was no longer facing the shadow that looked exactly like him, but Cedric with a calm expression.
I rarely see him with this expression—after all, Cedric is usually smiling.
Harry pursed his lips and gripped his wand tightly.
I've trained with Cedric quite a bit—beating him isn't impossible.
"Disarm!" Harry raised his hand and unleashed a standard Disarming Charm, igniting a second round of fighting.
Cedric's shadow, standing opposite him, dodged the attack with a wave of his wand. The spell struck the narrow corridor with a piercing sound and left marks on the walls.
Harry, who had practiced with Cedric many times, was well aware of his prowess. As the champion of Hogwarts' first all-school dueling tournament, Cedric was not weaker than some Aurors.
His dueling footwork and wand usage were far more skillful and adept than mine.
But—that doesn’t mean I can’t beat him.
Harry pursed his lips, a surge of fighting spirit rising within him. He had lost to him in the duel before, so he couldn't afford to lose now—not only that, he had to win.
But—how can we win?
Harry dodged Cedric's shadow's continuous attacks with difficulty, only able to launch occasional counterattacks in the gaps.
His retaliation was like raindrops hitting a stone, leaving no ripples.
Relying solely on spell attacks wouldn't suffice—Harry quickly realized this, even though Cedric wasn't his shadow, he could still sense his attacks.
So—we'll have to resort to some unconventional methods—Harry couldn't help but think of what happened during his duel with Malfoy—
Although the victory was somewhat embarrassing, it was still a win, right?
Thinking this, Harry dodged another spell, then raised his wand and pointed it at the floor in front of him.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
As the staff tip unleashed its magic, a deafening roar echoed across the floor in front of him, accompanied by billowing smoke and dust.
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Cedric's shadow stared blankly at the sudden cloud of dust for a moment before raising his wand: "Hurricane—"
Before he could even finish his incantation, a figure burst out of the smoke and dust.
Harry leaped high into the air and pounced on Cedric's shadow. He first grabbed the shadow's wrist and then punched it in the face.
For some reason, Harry felt a strange sense of pleasure when he punched the guy who looked just like Cedric in the face—Cedric, who was pinned down, tried to struggle, but Harry straddled him and knocked him to the ground.
Even if one wanted to resist, it would be extremely difficult.
Harry punched Cedric in the face again, then slammed his head into him on the forehead.
As Harry saw stars, Shadow seemed to be overwhelmed as well.
Having fought Dudley, who was several times his age, since childhood, Harry was undoubtedly more skilled in Muggle combat than Cedric. His fists struck left and right, taking turns hitting Cedric's shadow.
Harry even felt more and more excited as he got bigger, and he swung his fists faster and faster.
He didn't come to his senses until Cedric himself rushed up and grabbed him from behind.
"How much do you hate me?!" Cedric looked at himself, beaten to a pulp by Harry, and didn't know what to say.
"Ah—I just—" Harry wanted to explain something, but Cedric's shadow beneath him seemed to have found an opportunity to retaliate, so he had to punch the shadow again.
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Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance as they watched the shadow fall completely still after taking that punch.
"Anyway—it was a success, right?" Cedric muttered, looking at Harry somewhat awkwardly.
"Hmm." Harry nodded, a little embarrassed.
As a wizard, you don't win with a wand—but with your fists or something—but you know what, it's kind of... cool?
Harry looked at his hands, which were slightly bruised from punching someone, and pursed his lips. Maybe next time he should try casting the Ironclad Charm on his hands?
Will this prevent me from getting hurt?
I'd better not make any more jokes about Harry—I never imagined he hated me so much—Cedric thought to himself as he walked ahead.
It seems that their thoughts are completely different at this moment.