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After two full seconds of silence, a voice came from the teacher's seat, with a trembling and surprised tone: "Did he just... cast a spell without a wand?"

As this sentence landed, the scene was like a dynamite with a ignited fuse.

"Wandless casting? That's a skill only high-level wizards can do!"

"Oh my God, he didn't even lift his wand!"

"Is this... the legendary 'third generation Dark Lord'?"

Instantly, the whole audience was in an uproar.

The students started talking one after another.

Hermione and Ron's voices were particularly loud, and they were so excited that they seemed to have won the game.

Hermione didn't even bother to maintain her demeanor. She threw the book in her hand aside and clapped her hands and screamed: "Great, Deveraux!"

Ron cheered loudly and waved his arms, with a smile on his face that almost reached his ears: "This is the game I want to watch!"

Led by Harry, the little lions all stood up and applauded Deveraux in unison. Their enthusiasm was about to ignite the entire auditorium.

And in this wave of cheers, several Slytherin students quietly clapped their hands.

They looked around carefully, but it seemed that they could no longer suppress their admiration for this wonderful victory.

On the ring, Nott was still slumped on the edge of the shield, his face pale.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he wanted to reach for the wand that fell on the edge of the ring, but he was ultimately unable to put it down.

He muttered to himself: "How could it be possible... I actually lost, and it was so easy..."

Obviously, this tragic defeat completely broke his perception of his own strength.

Slughorn was still in the teacher's seat, staring at Deveraux as he walked off the stage.

The phrase "wandless spellcasting" that he blurted out just now had almost become the focus of the whole audience's discussion, but at this moment he even forgot to add more comments.

But Deveraux didn't care about it at all. He casually patted the dust on his robe and stepped off the stage, as if the duel just now was just an ordinary drill.

His expression was still lazy, and he couldn't even hide a trace of boredom, as if the applause and cheers from the audience had nothing to do with him.

As he walked down the steps, Deveraux raised his eyes and swept towards the audience.

The audience was crowded, and most people were excited and confused by the victory just now.

However, there were a few people who were out of tune with the surrounding noise. Their expressions were either calm or deep, as if they were not infected.

The first was Luke Harris, the president of the Gryffindor Student Union.

He had a faint smile on his face, and when his eyes met Deveraux's, he nodded, as if approving of his performance just now.

But deep in Harris's eyes, there was a hint of fighting spirit that could not be ignored.

Next was Emily Watson from Ravenclaw. She did not show any surprise or admiration, but just stared at Deveraux coldly, as if evaluating his performance just now.

Her indifferent expression revealed a deep fear, as if she had already weighed in her mind how to deal with this strong opponent.

Finally, there was Percy Weasley from Gryffindor.

Unlike others, he seemed unusually quiet, sitting in his seat almost motionless.

The surrounding noise seemed to have nothing to do with him, his eyes were empty, and his eyes stayed on Deveraux, but there was a hint of inexplicable weirdness.

His hand scratched the back of his hand unconsciously, as if something was growing there, making him feel uncomfortable.

Deveraux retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

He originally thought that Harris and Watson were the most threatening, but for some reason, Percy's vague eyes made him feel a little uneasy.

His [Hunter] entry was triggered in a brief moment, and this instinctive alertness made him inexplicably irritated.

"How is it possible?"

Deverot muttered in his heart.

"Percy Weasley, isn't he the good student who follows the rules in the original book?"

He shook his head and suppressed his doubts.

Maybe he thought too much. The most important thing now is to return to the audience and continue to use this competition to improve his spell proficiency.

In the press box, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet had just recovered from his shock.

The astonishment on his face had not completely dissipated, but his eyes quickly turned to the reporter next to him.

"What are you doing!"

The editor-in-chief slapped the table in front of the reporter, his voice a little anxious.

"Did you take a picture just now?!"

The young reporter trembled suddenly, as if awakened from a dream.

He nodded, his movements were a little stiff, and his face still had an expression of disbelief.

Obviously, the result of the duel just now completely shocked him.

Seeing this, the editor-in-chief breathed a sigh of relief, and then put on a serious expression, with a tone of command that could not be questioned.

"Listen! In any match that Deveraux plays next, keep the camera locked on him! No matter what happens on the stage, we must ensure that we have first-hand materials, understand?"

Upon hearing this, the reporter straightened up from his chair, raised his head and chest, and even his voice became louder:

"Yes, sir!!!"

The editor-in-chief nodded with satisfaction, but added with a worried look: "Don't mess it up for me, today's headline may be on him!"

"I... I declare that the winner of this match is Deveraux Alexander!"

Professor Flitwick stuttered a little, obviously not expecting to encounter such a scene.

As soon as his voice fell, the whole auditorium instantly boiled, and the students talked a lot, and the voices rose and fell like waves.

"Oh my god! Can Harris still win the championship this time?"

"It's hard to say! This Devereux can actually cast spells without a wand. I wonder what will happen if he casts spells with all his strength!"

"Yes, yes, he actually blocked Nott's curse just now. Does this mean that his magic level is stronger than these sixth and seventh grade students!"

The situation of the game, which was originally thought to be a sure thing, has become confusing at this moment. The students' heated discussions reveal their anxiety and excitement about the next game.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, interrupting everyone's discussion.

"What did you say? Are you worried about whether Harris can win the championship? Why do you have such a question?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Wells from Slytherin stood up, with a fanatical face, waving the sign in his hand and announcing loudly.

"Of course it's impossible! Only our third generation Dark Lord can win the championship!!"

He waved the flag frantically, as if he was vowing to engrave this sentence in every corner of the auditorium.

The Gryffindor students were immediately furious, and some even took out their wands, ready to teach Wells a lesson.

But before they could act, they were persuaded by their companions: "Don't argue with a fool..."

At this chaotic moment, a sharp sound rang out, like a bird singing, mixed with a wolf howl.

Everyone's attention was attracted to Luna Lovegood, wearing an exaggerated crow hat, standing in the crowd, and said in a crisp voice:

"Deverot is the fourth generation Dark Lord!!! Harry Potter is the third generation!!!"

For a while, the auditorium fell into chaos again.

The students argued with each other, and the situation became more and more chaotic, even more lively than the Quidditch finals.

Deverot, standing in the audience, covered his face with his hands and sighed:

"My God, what are you doing? Is this still Hogwarts? This scene is more chaotic than the US election..."

(Second update!!)