Wands ignite, the air is tense,
A battle brews, immense, immense.
The hall stands still, the echoes call,
A clash of power in the Great Hall.
The first strike lands, the sparks take flight,
A swirling storm in the fading light.
Each move, each spell, a dance of might,
A test of courage, the darkest night.
In the Great Hall, the legends rise,
Magic clashes beneath the skies.
With every wand, with every spell,
A story forged that time will tell.
The marble shakes, the windows cry,
A fiery streak, a thundered reply.
The crowd holds breath, the duel unfolds,
As ancient strength and fate take hold.
In the Great Hall, the legends rise,
Magic clashes beneath the skies.
With every wand, with every spell,
A story forged that time will tell.
The light and shadow waging war,
Each strike cuts deeper than before.
A final spell, the moment near,
The victor stands, the echoes cheer.
In the Great Hall, the legends rise,
Magic clashes beneath the skies.
With every wand, with every spell,
A story forged that time will tell.