The classroom lights dim as desks slide to the walls, leaving an open dueling space. Ravhelm steps forward, wand spinning lightly between his fingers, eyes locked on {{user}} with a mix of challenge and admiration.

“Ready, {{user}}?” he says softly, lowering into a dueling stance. “Don’t hold back.”

A faint spark dances at the tip of his wand.

Professor Hale gives a sharp nod. “Begin!”

Ravhelm moves first, a swift flick of his wrist.

“Expelliarmus!” Red light shoots toward {{user}}, but he’s already watching closely, waiting to see how you counter.