Chapter 150

[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 even huge for him.

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

Deveraux couldn't help but applaud her.

What a good person!

Just as Deveraux was immersed in the pleasure of the rapid improvement of spell proficiency, Professor Flitwick's loud voice suddenly came to his ears:

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

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

He raised his head and was slightly stunned. He didn't expect it to be his turn so soon.

"Well, 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 heated.

Even if it was a contest between senior students, although the diversity of spells was slightly improved, it was still a duel in a long-term peaceful environment, and the scenes that really shocked the audience were rare.

So far, the only wonderful ones were the stunning start of the first game by the student union president Harris and the beautiful win of Emily Watson of Ravenclaw with fire magic.

But this one was different-

"The third generation Dark Lord" Deveraux vs. Slytherin's dueling star James Nott, this was 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 clear muscle lines like rocks, and he had obviously been trained for a long time.

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 his 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 overturned 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, obviously he couldn't wait to see Deveraux lose, as if Nott's victory could help him vent some kind of "long-suppressed anger".

Correspondingly, the first-year students of Gryffindor were cheering for Deveraux.

This was a rare situation in previous years.

But it was not surprising that Harry Ron and the others 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. 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 noise 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 party, 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, his wand had been swung, 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 and dueling 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.

Before Nott's spell touched Deveraux's figure, it was like hitting an invisible wall and collapsed instantly!

"Falling to the ground!"

Then, there was a loud "bang", and a dazzling red light almost covered 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 was 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 I announce the result?"

After that, he turned and walked down the stage, with an attitude of watching enough of the show.

At this time, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face can 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?"

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