Charlen didn’t guarantee that winning against Arbok would earn its approval.
However, if the student did have the strength and could take good care of the Pokémon, Charlen was actually willing to give him a freshly hatched Ekans to raise from infancy.
Of course, he didn’t think a sixth-year student had the ability to defeat Arbok.
Among the four Pokémon he displayed, the strongest was Pidgeot.
Pidgeot had been with him for a long time, was at a very high level, and had plenty of battle experience.
Even several Aurors might not be able to defeat it.
In fact, dealing with it was no easier than dealing with a dragon.
The other three were raised by Charlen over the past month.
During this month, Charlen had raised their levels to the mid-thirties, which was almost the minimum standard for an Auror.
However, due to Pokémon’s inherent Special Defense base stats, they possessed strong magic resistance.
Under equal levels, a wizard’s spell would be partially weakened when hitting them.
Therefore, whether it was Arbok or the seemingly less dangerous Linoone, they were actually not easy to deal with.
Marcus Flint didn’t know this; he still wore a provocative expression.
He didn’t like Charlen much.
When Flint entered school, Charlen was already in his third year, so Flint actually knew this upperclassman who had knocked down all of Slytherin.
Until Charlen was expelled, Marcus had lived under Charlen’s dominance.
The Flint family was also one of the families that plotted to get Charlen expelled back then.
During the summer break, this family was among the pure-bloods Charlen had taught a lesson to.
That was why Marcus Flint intended to give Charlen a hard time.
But if he had a better brain, he would have known this was not a wise move.
“Step forward, Flint.” Charlen held his wand in his left hand, giving it a light flick.
A silent Undetectable Extension Charm was cast effortlessly.
Under the boost of his Technician ability, this kind of silent casting did not seem to reduce his magical power much.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between the podium and the other students widened.
Charlen conjured a space roughly the size of a basketball court, forming a wide stage.
This piece of magic left the sixth-years—who had only recently begun learning non-verbal spells—in utter awe.
Now, *this* is what you call a professional!
As expected of the ruthless figure who swept through Slytherin in his second year.
So far, they struggled to cast even a basic Lumos without speaking the incantation.
And advanced spells like the Undetectable Extension Charm were beyond almost all of them, even when spoken aloud.
Now, everyone knew Charlen was a Master of Charms.
Marcus was clearly not a clever student.
At this moment, he showed no fear at all, strutting forward to face Arbok.
Arbok’s level was 35, and its ability was the fairly common Intimidate.
Common did not mean bad; Intimidate was actually an excellent ability in Pokémon battles.
However, it wasn’t as effective against wizards.
Arbok didn’t care; as soon as Marcus stepped onto the stage, it activated its ability.
It reared its body high, flaunting its pattern, and released an intimidating aura!
Marcus suddenly felt a surge of fear, his movements faltering for a moment.
By then, Arbok was ready to strike.
Its long body coiled, launching forward like a spring.
It opened its massive maw, revealing terrifying fangs!
Of course, Charlen wouldn’t let it inject venom into his student.
The move Arbok used now was the Dark-type Bite, not even Crunch.
Still, the purple, lightning-fast strike startled Marcus.
Sixth-year wizards like them possessed magical power roughly equivalent to that of an adult, and they had learned many spells, but their combat experience was far too lacking.
Let alone compared to trained Aurors.
In Pokémon terms, it was like leveling up solely by eating Rare Candies, with zero EV training and a completely messed-up moveset.
In his panic, Marcus didn’t think of any proper defensive spells, but rather the jinxes he was used to using.
Fighting with jinxes wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; sometimes it could have surprising effects.
However, the jinx Marcus chose this time was…
hard to describe.
“Densaugeo!” A stream of magic hit Arbok, instantly causing its already terrifying fangs to grow several centimeters longer.
If not for Arbok’s magic resistance, those twin pairs of fangs might have grown even longer.
But for Arbok, which was already planning to bite down with its fangs, this spell wasn’t useless—it was an absolute buff!
In an instant, Arbok bit down on Marcus’s arm, giving him a physical Disarming Charm.
Then, with a flick of its tail, it swiped the wand right out of his hand.
The battle ended so quickly that before the other students could even react, Charlen had already recalled Arbok.
A wizard’s weakness was simply too obvious.
Although wizards had much better physical constitutions than ordinary Muggles, they were far weaker than Pokémon or magical beasts.
Marcus’s injury wasn’t severe; compared to typical Quidditch injuries, it was barely worth mentioning.
After all, Arbok hadn’t aimed for his neck or vital areas, but rather his wand-arm, and it hadn’t bitten down with full force.
Otherwise, tearing his arm clean off would have been easy.
“Episkey,” Charlen cast a healing spell, instantly repairing Marcus’s bitten arm before handing his wand back.
It was fortunate that Arbok hadn’t injected any venom, or the wound wouldn’t have healed so easily.
Charlen didn’t even know if Snape’s potions could cure Arbok’s venom.
There was surely a way, but it would likely be troublesome.
Marcus still looked utterly shaken, as if he were still shrouded in the shadow of death.
Charlen sent him back to his seat to sit down.
“Alright, thank you very much for Flint’s brave attempt.
Unfortunately, he did not earn Arbok’s approval, so they are not destined to be partners.
However, I will still award three points to Slytherin.” “Now, is anyone else willing to try?” Obviously, after witnessing Marcus get instantly defeated, the other students had no intention of coming up to embarrass themselves.
Actually, with their knowledge and abilities, even if they couldn’t defeat Arbok, they shouldn’t have been instantly defeated.
They simply lacked experience.
The moment they saw Arbok attack, they panicked and forgot how to cast a single proper spell.
Charlen couldn’t help but sigh at how much the quality of education at Hogwarts had deteriorated over the years.
Thinking back to Dumbledore’s era, a fifth-year student just trying to get to class would have to Avada Kedavra hundreds of foes along the way!
Today, a sixth-year student couldn’t even cast a single decent spell in a crisis.