Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Harris stood behind the silver shield, with a confident curve on his lips, and his eyes locked on Devereaux.

He raised his wand and shouted with a provocative tone:

"This spell can't be broken casually! Devero, you have to show your true skills this time! Use your wand to fight me openly!"

However, his voice did not receive the expected response.

Devereux stood opposite, frowning slightly, seemingly not paying attention to the duel at all.

From time to time, his eyes looked past Harris and drifted towards the door of the auditorium, his expression revealing a little impatience and anxiety.

Harris' smile suddenly froze on his face, and his face darkened instantly.

"Hello!"

He swung his wand and shouted angrily.

"Can you respect your opponent?"

His voice was like thunder, exploding in the field.

All the audience held their breath, waiting for Devereaux's response.

At this time, Devereux finally turned around and fixed his eyes on Harris.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he said something.

Harris didn't hear clearly for a moment and was stunned for a moment.

In that short moment, he only captured two silent words from Devereux's lips——

"Sorry."

The next second, a wave of scalding heat swept through his body.

He didn't even have time to see Devereux's movements clearly before he felt a hot energy hit the shield, instantly tearing it to pieces.

Silver fragments exploded in the air, like scattered stars, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Harris felt a strong impact hitting him, his chest felt tight, and his whole body flew into the air like a piece of paper that had been overturned.

The world in front of him was blurry, and a heat wave swept over his consciousness.

Immediately, he lost consciousness.

——

(Devereaux's perspective)

"We have to solve it quickly! I don't know what that guy is doing!"

Devereaux frowned and glanced frequently outside the auditorium door.

His field of perception had expanded beyond the gate, but he couldn't detect any trace of Percy.

Suddenly, a cry of dissatisfaction drew his attention back to the ring.

"Hey! Devereux!"

Harris' face was covered with black lines, holding a wand in his hand, and his tone was filled with anger and helplessness.

Devereux looked away, his eyes fell on his opponent again, and he sighed silently in his heart.

"Let's solve it quickly."

As he thought this, his mind was quickly sifting through suitable spells.

Explosive spell? No, this is black magic after all.

Change to a spell that is powerful but won't hurt...

Devero had an idea and thought of a special spell that was recently loaded from the [Alchemy Genius] entry.

This spell was originally a fire magic used by Dumbledore in alchemy, but after his improvement, its power has been increased several times.

He even deliberately incorporated some personalized elements - for example, turning into a handsome fire dragon.

Thinking of this, Devereux raised an apologetic smile and whispered to Harris.

"Sorry."

The next second, he raised his wrist and chanted the spell clearly and powerfully:

"Fire God opens the way!"

Suddenly, a shocking huge fire dragon spurted out from the tip of his wand!

The fire dragon was lifelike, its scales made of flames shone with a dazzling golden-red light under the light, and the fiery air waves swept across the entire arena in an instant.

It looked up to the sky and roared, the sound so thunderous that the surrounding audience subconsciously covered their ears.

The moment the dragon wings unfolded, the entire auditorium seemed to be shrouded in its shadow.

"boom--"

The fire dragon rose into the sky and immediately dived towards Harris, its momentum was like thunder!

At the teachers' table, the faces of the professors changed drastically.

"Quickly strengthen the shield!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed, holding onto her hat to prevent it from flying off in the heat.

Dumbledore looked solemn, quickly pulled out his wand, and waved his hand to strengthen the protective barriers around the arena.

A thick layer of blue light suddenly lit up, tightly wrapping the entire arena.

However, the impact of the fire dragon still caused the light shield to tremble slightly, and the ground shook so much that even the auditorium felt faintly shaking.

The silver shield in front of Harris was operating at full strength at the moment, but facing the fire dragon, he seemed powerless to fight back.

After only supporting it for less than three seconds, the shield shattered!

"Bang--"

The fragments of the shield dissipated into little bits of silver light, and Harris could only watch the flames approaching.

Just when the fire dragon was about to devour him, something unexpected happened!

I saw the huge fire dragon suddenly hovering violently in the air, and then suddenly split into two!

They were like two burning torrents, nimbly passing by both sides of Harris, but the hot flames did not hurt him at all.

The fire dragon continued to hover over the ring, its dazzling light making the entire auditorium look like daylight, until it gradually dissipated in mid-air before calmness returned.

Harris was unharmed, but was knocked violently into the shield due to the force of the impact and passed out.

When everyone finally recovered from the shock and tried to look for Devereaux who had performed the shocking technique, they found that the ring was already empty.

——

"Hey, do you know where he went, Percy?"

Devereaux ran to the Gryffindor student who was sitting with Percy and asked urgently.

"He...he just drew the 25th, which is considered a bye, so he said he had to go to the bathroom..."

The other party answered blankly, and then suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Wait! What's the matter with the fire dragon spell just now? How did you do it?"

But Deveraux didn't have time to answer.

He ran fast, his robes rustling.

The eyes of the whole audience followed his figure.

Just ran out. He left. Without any hesitation.

At that moment, the whole auditorium seemed to be paused, and everyone held their breath.

But after a moment of silence, the auditorium erupted with thunderous discussions.

"Oh my God! What spell was that just now?!"

"What kind of magic spell can do that? That fire dragon seemed to burn the whole auditorium!"

"He's only eleven years old! Are you sure this is something a human can do?"

"Deveraux won't really be the new generation of the Dark Lord?!"

"New generation? Can the previous generation have such power?"

The students talked in a flurry, and the voices were getting louder and louder, and the professors in the teacher's seat had different expressions.

Dumbledore stared at the direction where Deveraux disappeared with a complicated expression, pondered for a moment, and then waved his wand to repair the ring.

He turned his head and whispered to Professor McGonagall: "Calm the students and don't let the chaos spread."

Professor McGonagall nodded, stood up immediately, and began to organize order with a calm and powerful voice.

At the same time, Slughorn's face was full of pain.

He took out a bottle of wine from his arms, and the crystal clear green-gold liquid shook slightly in the bottle.

"This is the white wine of Burgundy Leflaye Winery. The market price... may not be bought for a thousand galleons."

He muttered while reluctantly handing it to Snape beside him.

However, Snape did not take it.

He still sat in the chair, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, staring at the ring without blinking, as if he had not recovered from the shock just now.

"The winner of this game..."

Professor Flitwick's voice trembled slightly.

Obviously, he had not completely calmed down, but he took a deep breath and tried to make himself look calmer.

"The winner of this match is...Slytherin...Deverot Alexander!!!"