Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 14 Initiation
“Begin!”
Boromir chose the smallest one he could find lest he be chosen by others, too bad that the smallest one is still half a head taller than he is.
‘What are these guys fed? Why are they so tall and intimidating?’
Boromir grumbled when the rules are finally laid before them. He was trained by his father in magic and physical combat when he was seven as the Krum House put great emphasis in letting the martial discipline set in the early age of their progeny. Although the training is light to avoid detrimental effects, it makes them easier to train further down the line.
“Take it easy on me senior.” He declared politely.
“Don’t worry about it junior. It’ll be over soon.” A savage glint appeared in his eyes and rushed towards Boromir for a tackle.
“Deprimo!”
Boromir made a hole on the ground when his enemy’s feet was about to land but the senior student quickly cast a counter-spell that repaired the hole.
“Depulso!” A quickly cast banishing spell pushed the senior backwards by 10 meters or so but was once again rushing the moment his feet touched the ground.
“Engorgio!” Boromir became two meters high and his body began to transform into a ferocious giant wolf almost exhausting his magic reserves.
“Confundo!” The senior student slowed down to cast a spell for the first time during their fight. The still transforming Boromir was hit and became confused, he moved like he was possessed by a drunken spirit.
“Dimenuendo!” Another spell hit him and Boromir shrunk to his original size before he was pummelled to the ground. Of course he wasn’t aware of that ever happening.
‘They’re no pushovers. Great fighting instincts. To think Hogwarts is only teaching sissy spells at this point. Dear God, that looks painful. I was considering whether to lose intentionally and keep a low profile but…. naaaaa. Scrap that, I’m gonna kick some ass.’
Viktor stepped forward and pointed at the strongest second year who smiled brightly at his challenge.
“Viktor Krum, I look forward to learning from senior.”
He slightly bent his back to give respect.
“I’m Igor, Igor Root. It’s a pleasure. Thank you for choosing me I hope not to disappoint.”
He gave a bow in return.
“Begin!”
A flame serpent slithered towards Viktor which he countered with ‘aqua eructo’.
‘That’s pretty high level stuff, considering it was wandlessly cast, and he looks like he is testing the waters with that smile of his. Stop pretending kid, that’s half of what you have.’
‘Fumos’
‘Epoximise’
‘Furnunculus’
‘Incarcerous’
‘Petrificus’
‘Petrificus’
‘Petrificus totalus’
When the smoke screen faded a statue of a very shocked Igor was left behind on the field. He didn’t see lip movement or heard chanting and then a barrage of disabling spells his him square and true.
The seniors are shocked. ‘What in Merlin’s name just happened? No casting, no wand. How?’ They began to look at each other for an explanation but only saw baffled expressions of their peers. Even the upper-class were shaking their heads.
“What was his name again professor Silas? Is it Viktor? Viktor Krum? I want his file on my desk when I return to my office. We have a gem right there, do you see that? Let us polish it carefully.”
Headmaster Medved had a pondering look in her eye as she observed her students. There are geniuses that comes to Durmstrang every year. But a genius at Viktor’s calibre is rarely seen and can be regarded as ‘monsterous’.
“Dear Annie, tell me how many spells you saw?”
‘Seven layers of basic and intermediate spells all of which is movement restrictive in nature.’
“Good. Merlin has blessed us, maybe its time for Durmstrang to finally rise once again.”