The clouds have dispersed and the rain has ceased, revealing Malfour finally in everyone's line of sight!
Harry, compressed for half a day, jumped from the ground, ignoring the hair swept by the wind, like an angry lion cub attacked Malfur on the offensive. And his raging momentum nearly made Malfur think that the enraged Potter wanted to have a 'male confrontation' with him. After all, at the end of the second year conflict usually used fists to express anger and end the conflict.
But then, Draco denied his guess.
Having been under the professional guidance of Professor Bretherton for so long, if they were still using fists in the duel, it would be an insult both to themselves and to Professor Bretherton.
As expected, Harry stopped in his tracks just twenty feet from Malfour. He didn't want to solve the problem with physical combat, but he wanted to prevent Malfour from doing something dishonorable again. And at this distance, with his speed, it would take him only a second to close the gap between them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A more intense spell duel has begun!
If the previous frequent attacking was like a gentle rain, now the duel between Harry and Draco is like a storm.
Both Harry and Draco abandoned the idea of winning with unusual tactics, aiming for ultimate speed with their spells. They chose spells that were simple and easy to cast, and their flailing arms even created shadows in the air.
Induce, dodge, consume, and pressurize their living space!
This was like a dueling art competition learned from Professor Bretherton's sports class. The two of them were more likely to rely on their spells to knock down their opponents rather than forcing the other party to show weaknesses and fall by themselves.
The spells released by Harry and Draco were flying around the room, explosions and sparks resembling someone lighting a series of crackers.
To avoid being affected, Pansy and Astoria hid behind the armor, while Ron, staring in disbelief, was pulled behind an armor by Hermione.
Is this a duel between young wizards, not a magical competition among the elite Aurors of the Ministry?
Ron's eyes widened in confusion.
Such an intense competition only lasted for ten seconds, then, the situation on the field became clear.
Harry began to gain the upper hand. The bravery hidden in the blood and soul of Gryffindor made Harry fearless at the same time, and also put him into an unprecedented state of excitement. He even unconsciously showed a smile on his lips, and there were several blood lines in his emerald eyes. This short exhilarating confrontation even made him feel the excitement and joy of winning last year's Quidditch final!
The confrontation of equals and the competition of temperament are very important!
The distance between the two was gradually closing, it had reached a point where they could touch each other with two large steps, at this distance, dodging spells was very difficult, several spells were even flying past Draco's face and he was scared!
"It's over, Malfoy!"
Harry could see the fear gradually seeping into Draco's eyes. He shouted loudly, turned his head to dodge a curse that singed a few strands of his hair, and suddenly ran forward, grabbing the wrist of Draco's right hand with his left hand. His wand, like a knife, pierced forward in front of Draco's terrified eyes!
However, before Harry could deliver his victory speech, he saw that Draco, with a pale face full of terror, suddenly turned to the side, and the pale face suddenly revealed a look of joy.
"That's not certain, Potter!"
Draco grinned and, before Harry could figure out what was happening, he suddenly let go of the wand in his right hand that was being held by Harry, and turned his wrist over, instead tightly pulling on Harry's sleeve.
"Quickly step aside, Harry!"
Harry was still in a daze, when Hermione suddenly jumped out from behind the armor, calling out to Harry in horror.
Hiss...
Harry didn't turn around, but at the sound of this eerie hiss, a picture automatically flashed in his mind.
A venomous black python slithered out from the belly of the armor behind him, slowly climbed onto the helmet, coiled its body, bared its fangs, and spat out a scarlet tongue, fixating its cold eyes on Harry's neck.
Harry's face turned blue, and he immediately understood. This venomous snake hidden in the armor's belly was probably created by Malfoy before the mist was blown away. He had always ordered this snake to hide away, in order to do this moment!
Whoosh!
A shadow swept across the space, leaving a shadow. Harry felt a heavy weight on his shoulder, then a cold sensation on his side.
Looking at the venomous snake standing on Harry's shoulder, Hermione and Ron were so frightened that they forgot to breathe. They just stared in shock at this scene.
"You've lost, Potter!"
Draco's pale face flushed with a tinge of red, and his grey eyes glowed with ecstasy. This was not a small skirmish between him and Potter, but it was a real duel where he achieved real victory!
The black python bared its menacing fangs, and Harry could even smell the scent of the venom from the snake's mouth on his shoulder. His nerves were jumping wildly, his instincts frantically warning him what would happen if he was bitten!
The thought of losing to Malfoy in a duel crossed Harry's mind, but then he completely shattered it and pushed it to the side. He would never willingly endure such shame!
"That's not certain!"
Harry's eyes once again reddened, and he glared at Malfoy with a fierce, determined gaze.
"I'll give you back your words!"
Draco's smile on his face froze for a second, and then he narrowed his eyes and darkened his expression. Feeling Draco's mood, the venomous snake crept closer to Harry's face, and Harry could even feel the moisture emanating from the snake's mouth.
Are you being stubborn, Potter, or haven't you realized the situation yet?
Draco coldly said,
"I can take your life at any time. Oh, the Dark Lord must have made a terrible mistake to let you escape luckily!"
"You'll have to ask Voldemort himself what he got wrong!"
Harry said firmly,
"Oh, I certainly know the current situation, but the problem is, have you overlooked something, Malfoy?"
Harry slightly shook his wand tip, his voice carrying a sharpness and decisiveness.
"I'm still holding a wand, Malfoy. Unless your snake can kill me instantly, you won't survive either!"
"You don't have the courage, Potter, you're just bluffing!"
The name of the Dark Lord made Draco shiver, he had no time to scold Potter before Potter's next words made him show a sinister look.
"Oh, is that so, you think so?"
Harry replied immediately,
"Then why don't you try it out!"
"Don't do this, Harry!"
The rest of the people in the classroom, Pansy, Astoria, Ron, Hermione, were all stupefied by what was happening. Wasn't it a duel competition? How could it suddenly escalate into a life-and-death struggle?!
Hermione was the first to snap out of it. She screamed in a state of collapse, trying to pull Harry and Malfoy apart. However, as she took a step forward--
Clank!
A loud crash echoed from the classroom door, and it swung open, revealing a figure stumbling into the room.
Neville rubbed his arm while muttering to himself, rising to his feet. The impact on the door frame made him dizzy and disoriented for a few seconds, until he realized that there were other people in this classroom besides him.
As soon as he saw the situation, Navi's face, which had become thinner than in the first and second years, fell into a daze. The shock even caused his eyes to pop out of their sockets!
Silence, stillness--
There was only the sound of firecrackers as the cold wind blew, no one was talking. Even Hermione, who was about to open Harry and Malfoy's combat, was confused by Navi's unexpected entrance.
"I couldn't open the door handle for half an hour. I thought the door was broken, so I crashed into it."
Under everyone's gaze, Navi hid his comical expression and said awkwardly,
"Am I interrupting you guys?"
(The end of this chapter)
