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[Ding! Fire spell proficiency increased to mastery! ]

Deveraux felt very happy when he heard the prompt sound.

Just now, he watched Watson from Ravenclaw defeat his opponent with a fire spell.

Directly raised his fire spell proficiency to mastery!

This improvement was huge even for him.

The last round was a fire spell cast by Watson from Ravenclaw, the runner-up in the previous round.

Deveraux couldn't help but applaud her.

What a nice person!

Just as Deveraux was immersed in the pleasure of the rapid improvement of spell proficiency, he suddenly heard the loud voice of Professor Flitwick:

"Contestant No. 99, Slytherin, James Nott!"

"Contestant No. 100, Slytherin, Deveraux Alexander!"

He raised his head and was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that his turn would come so soon.

"Well, let's finish the game first, and then come back to watch."

Deveraux sighed softly, stood up, and walked towards the ring.

At the same time, the audience in the auditorium, who were a little tired because of several slightly dull duels, suddenly became energetic.

"This is the highlight!"

The discussion in the venue quickly rose, and the atmosphere immediately became hot.

Even in the competition between senior students, although the diversity of spells has increased slightly, it is still a duel in a long-term peaceful environment, and the scenes that really amaze the audience are rare.

So far, the only wonderful ones are the amazing start of the first game by the President of the Student Union Harris and the beautiful win of Emily Watson of Ravenclaw with fire magic.

But this one is different-

"The third generation Dark Lord" Deveraux vs. Slytherin's dueling star James Nott, this is definitely a highly anticipated battle!

Deveraux stepped onto the ring, and Nott also walked up steadily on the opposite side.

The two stood opposite each other.

Nott was tall and burly, with muscle lines as clear as rocks, and he had obviously been through long-term training.

His short hair was neatly attached to his scalp, but his eyes were particularly deep and sharp, as if he was always thinking about something, with a strong sense of oppression.

He was wearing a well-cut dark green dueling robe, with silver snake embroidery on the sleeves and collar edges.

The combination of that figure and momentum made it clear at a glance that this was not an easy opponent to deal with.

Under the ring, Slytherin's supporters almost wanted to overturn the roof.

"Nott! Kill him!"

"Let Alexander know who is the real Slytherin!"

Especially Malfoy, the pride on his face almost overflowed.

He shouted louder than anyone else, and he was obviously eager to see Deveraux lose, as if Nott's victory could help him vent some "long-suppressed anger".

In contrast, the first-year students of Gryffindor were all cheering for Deveraux.

This was a rare situation in previous years.

But it was not surprising that Harry and Ron took the lead this time.

"First move! First move! Deveraux! Pay attention to the first move!!"

Hermione shouted at Deveraux the dueling skills she had read in the book.

Deveraux's mouth curled up.

He gave her a thumbs up to indicate that he understood.

On the other side of the teacher's seat, Slughorn rubbed his sore eyes and said to Snape with a little regret:

"Alas, I didn't expect Deveraux to run into Nott in the first round. I know this kid. His family is a dueling family, and there are several outstanding dueling masters in his ancestors. His father also fought with Professor Flitwick when he was young. Although he didn't win, his level was also top-notch."

Slughorn shook his head, with some regret in his tone: "Deveraux is quite strong, but his luck is really bad."

Snape just smiled slightly after listening, without responding, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had other expectations for the next duel.

At this time, Deveraux stood on the ring, his expression as calm as ever, but his eyes were coldly locked on Nott.

The hustle and bustle and cheers around the ring seemed to have nothing to do with him.

And Nott was not to be outdone, straightened his back, held his wand tightly, and flashed a cold light like a venomous snake in his eyes.

After Deveraux came on stage, he stretched lazily, and his movements looked very casual.

When he bowed, he didn't even look at the other person, and said lazily: "Hurry up and start, I'm in a hurry to go down."

Nott heard this, a trace of anger flashed across his face, but then he sneered, raised his wand and nodded: "Okay, I'll take you down right away!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already waved his wand, and a bright red light instantly burst out from the tip of the wand, shooting straight at Deveraux!

Nott's movements were clean and swift, and he was obviously going all out. This attack contained extremely strong impact andDuel skills.

The Slytherin students outside the arena had already started cheering in advance, as if victory was within reach.

——However!

Deveraux didn't even raise his wand at all, as if he just waved his hand casually, and an invisible force exploded like thunder.

Nott's spell hadn't touched Deveraux's figure yet, as if he had hit an invisible wall and collapsed instantly!

"Fall to the ground!"

Then, there was a loud "bang", and a dazzling red light almost enveloped the entire arena - Nott flew out like a sandbag being hit!

"Boom!"

His body hit the protective shield around the arena heavily, causing layers of ripples, and even the shield made a buzzing sound that was overwhelmed.

There was a dead silence in the audience.

Deveraux stood there, tilted his neck slightly, and made a slight "click" sound.

He slowly withdrew his hand, his expression still calm, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

He didn't even look at Nott who was knocked away, but glanced at Professor Flitwick indifferently, and said lazily: "Can we announce the result?"

After that, he turned and walked to the audience, with an attitude that he had seen enough of the show.

At this time, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face could almost be described as "frozen".

His wand was still raised in the air, and even the words he was about to pronounce were stuck.

The students in the audience were collectively petrified, and their mouths were so wide open that they seemed to be able to fit a gold galleon.

After the silence lasted for a full two seconds, a voice came from the teacher's seat, with a slight tremor and surprise.

"Did he just... cast a spell without a wand?"

(First update!)