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"Something must have gone wrong with Percy!"

Deveraud's eyes were fixed on Percy's back, watching him walk back to his seat slowly.

The spell just now was too strange, and Deveraud recognized it at a glance - dark magic!

But he did not take action immediately, because he was sure that Dumbledore must have noticed something unusual.

After all, he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, a man who never let go of any trace of dark magic.

However, he waited for a full two minutes, and turned his eyes from Percy to the podium, only to find that Dumbledore was still sitting there, as if he didn't see the problem at all.

"How is it possible? Dumbledore... why didn't he do anything?"

This made Deveraud unable to sit still.

He quickly stood up, his eyes locked on Percy, and planned to walk over and question him directly.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick's voice sounded, announcing the arrangement of the players for the next round.

The game entered the knockout stage of fifty to twenty-five.

Flitwick gently waved his wand on the stage and gave each of the qualified players a small paper crane with the number of the next game written inside.

Deveraux grabbed the paper crane that floated into his hand and quickly unfolded it - there was a "1" written inside!

This means that he will be the first player to play in the next game!

"Tsk, he's really in a hurry..."

Deveraux muttered in a low voice, frowning slightly.

He turned his head to look at Percy's seat, but found that Percy's seat was empty!

"Where did he go?"

A sense of tension instantly surged into Deveraux's heart.

He made a prompt decision and fully expanded his perception field. The magic power spread around and quickly locked Percy's trail.

- Percy was walking along the corridor of the castle, heading deep into Hogwarts.

"There is definitely something wrong with him!"

Deveraux secretly made up his mind and was about to leave the audience to track Percy.

However, the next second, the announcement on the ring interrupted his plan:

"Contestant No. 1, Slytherin, Deveraux Alexander!"

"Contestant No. 2, Gryffindor, Luke Harris!"

Boom!

The entire venue exploded with this announcement!

"Oh my God! These two actually met in advance!"

"Deveraux vs. Harris, isn't this the most anticipated duel of this duel?"

"The championship battle is staged in advance?"

Deveraux was surrounded by the swarming students, and their excited noise and exclamations pushed him all the way to the edge of the ring.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, turned his head, and took a last look in the direction where Percy disappeared.

At the edge of the perception field, Percy's figure became blurred and finally disappeared completely in the darkness.

"Where did he go... why now?"

Deveraux was restless, but he knew that he couldn't chase him at this moment.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his nervousness in his heart.

"Let's finish this first."

Harris walked slowly onto the stage, each step showing confidence and calmness.

He looked up at Deveraux, his mouth raised, his tone relaxed and pleasant: "To be honest, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

However, Deveraux did not respond to his smile, but frowned coldly, with a bit of impatience in his tone: "Hurry up and start, I'm in a hurry."

Harris's face froze slightly, then he raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and put his wand in front of his chest.

The two bowed to each other according to the traditional etiquette of duel.

In the next second——

"Super Armor Protection!"

Harris chanted the spell loudly and waved his wand.

A dazzling silver light instantly unfolded in front of him, condensing into a huge silver shield, shining with a metallic luster, looking extremely solid, like an insurmountable barrier.

Professor Flitwick under the stage saw this and couldn't help but smile to Professor McGonagall with satisfaction.

"Haha, I knew it! I taught Luke this trick specially. Ordinary attack spells can't penetrate it at all. For other students, this is almost an unsolvable defense. So, I only allow Luke to use this spell when he fights against Deveraux."

His tone was full of expectation, and his eyes were shining.

"I want to see how Deveraux will break the defense? Find a weakness? Or choose to fight a protracted war?"

Professor McGonagall nodded and said in agreement.

"Well, changing the terrain is also a strategy. Let's see how he responds."

Slughorn on the side was obviously very excited.

He turned to Snape and said.

"Faced with this level of defensive spells, Deveraux may have to take out his wand, right? Of course, unless he uses extremely powerful black magic, even if he uses a wand, the improvement is not great. I guess this must be a protracted war!"

Who knew, Snape's mouthSlightly raised his head, revealing a meaningful smile.

He whispered: "How about we make a bet? Harris can't last more than three rounds."

Slughorn's eyes widened instantly, his face full of shock.

"Three rounds?! Severus, are you crazy?"

However, he rolled his eyes and then asked with a smile: "What bet?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "The bottle of wine in your arms."

Slughorn was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Good boy, you really know how to choose! This bottle of wine is specially prepared for the headmaster. But it's okay! What if I win?"

Snape's voice was calm, but with a hint of teasing: "My latest Polyjuice Potion sample."

Hearing this, Slughorn's eyes lit up, and his excitement was almost beyond words.

That was a treasure that was about to be unveiled at the international exchange meeting. Being able to get a sample in advance, he immediately thought of more than a dozen uses.

"Okay! Deal!"

Slughorn held out his hand and said with a confident look.

"After all, how could Harris be defeated in just three moves by the defensive spell that Flitwick taught himself?"

In the reporter's booth of the Daily Prophet not far away, the editor-in-chief was so excited that he almost jumped up.

He slapped the table and shouted.

"Hurry up and aim! The most explosive duel of the day is coming! Deveraux vs. Harris, absolutely wonderful! Every detail must be captured clearly!"

The reporter immediately picked up the camera and took dozens of photos in a row, with the lens locked on the figures of the two players on the ring.

In the audience, the atmosphere seemed both warm and subtle.

In the Gryffindor support camp, most people were cheering for Harris, and the voices were one after another, almost drowning out the cheers from other colleges.

But among these red and gold flags, a small group of first-year students could be seen cheering for Deveraux, which stood out.

Hermione stood in the crowd, cupped her hands into a trumpet shape, and shouted vigorously: "Deverot, come on!"

After shouting, she couldn't help but frown and look at the ring, with a bit of worry in her tone.

"Do you think Deverot can really win? I've checked many books, but I haven't seen the spell Harris used. I can't see how to crack it at all!"

Ron, who was standing aside, looked relaxed, leaning lazily on the back of the chair and waving his hands.

"Oh, Hermione, what are you worried about? Who is Deverot? I tell you, even if Professor Flitwick plays in person today, he may not be able to beat him!"

Hermione turned her head and glared at Ron, rolling her eyes: "You just talk nonsense."

At this time, Harry patted Hermione on the shoulder, his voice was not loud, but it was firm.

"Don't worry, I believe him. Even if Deveraux doesn't have a way to crack it now, he will definitely be able to think of a way."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, pursed her lips and nodded, but then couldn't help asking.

"Harry, why are you so confident in Deveraux?"

Harry scratched his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Hermione and said softly: "Because Deveraux is such a person. He is always so reliable that people can't help but trust him."

Hermione lowered her head and thought about it, and didn't say anything else.

On the other side of the Slytherin stand, the atmosphere was completely different.

"Come on, Harris!"

Malfoy's voice came from the green and silver flags in an especially harsh voice.

Not only did he shout hard himself, he also pushed Goyle and Crabbe beside him desperately, asking them to cheer for Harris.

Although the voices of the three were chaotic, they were really full of momentum.

This strange scene immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Oh my god!"

A third-year Ravenclaw student widened his eyes.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen - Gryffindor first-years support Slytherin players, and Slytherin first-years actually cheer for Gryffindor players!"

Another student grinned and whispered.

"This is a once-in-a-century scene. I've never seen it before..."

(Fourth update!! Hehe, thank you for your comments, thank you for liking this book, I'll try my best to update it! You may find that sometimes your ideas will appear in the next article, don't doubt it, I'm just copying your ideas (*°∀°), so please post more paragraphs, maybe they will be written into the book).