Chapter 1187 Instant Kill and Secret Weapon

The discussion among the professors did not affect the progress of the competition.

In fact, the boos lasted less than two minutes and quickly died down.

After all, the only ones who really cared about the outcome of the incident just now were the young wizards of Slytherin House.

For most of the onlookers, Draco and Harry's "fake match" was just fine in terms of viewing pleasure.

Not to mention, with the appearance of the Disciplinary Committee as a deterrent, the Slytherin students who had withdrawn from the red temperature state began to realize another problem:

Even the strength that Draco Malfoy showed in the "fake match" just now is enough to deal with most students below fifth grade with ease.

As for the senior students in fifth, sixth and seventh grade, most of their energy is focused on the official assessment of the Ministry of Magic in a few months. They may be a little emotional while watching the game, but it is really disappointing. It is somewhat unrealistic for them to take the time to make things difficult for a "second-year" student - being refined and self-interested is the survival code of many people.

The third game of the college competition began soon.

McCulloch McLaggen walked out of the entrance tunnel with a confident look on his face.

After the first two victories, Gryffindor House's momentum has obviously reached a very high level.

As the final single player, McCulloch McLaggen felt extremely relaxed after learning the information about his opponent.

In fact, he even spent a few minutes in the lounge, carefully considering his post-victory celebration gesture.

The third-year player selected by Slytherin House is a little-known witch. She usually does not have outstanding grades in the class and has not been selected for the Quidditch team.

Compared with the first- and second-year contestants, she is more like an "inferior horse" who was temporarily selected to make up the number of people. The only bright spot may be her long name that is awkward to pronounce and has a bit of an Egyptian wizard habit. ·Judging from the information Jordan had gathered before, it seems that the mother of the humble Slytherin witch is indeed from Egypt.

"Cassiopeia do Cecao...oh, don't you think your name is too difficult to pronounce?"

McCorkle stood still on the duel field, glanced at the silent witch opposite, and shrugged half-jokingly.

"Oh, don't be too nervous. I'll give you some breathing time to admit defeat. It's more honorable to admit defeat voluntarily than to be cast off the duel venue directly by a spell..."

Looking closely, this Slytherin girl with a long name has a very fierce look in her eyes.

Obviously, after the first two games, the situation in Slytherin House was already quite pessimistic.

As many people have speculated before, compared to Gryffindor, who has been in the duel field all year round, Slytherin House is still slightly disadvantaged in magic confrontation.

"...Don't even think about it. I will never admit defeat."

Following McCuller's words, Cassiopeia became obviously more nervous. She took a deep breath and held the wand in her hand tightly.

Gryffindor House has always been recognized as the top level in Hogwarts in terms of trash talking and dueling abilities.

Maybe she will also struggle, but she doesn't intend to give up just yet - McCulloch McLagan has been shortlisted for the Gryffindor Quidditch team trial for two consecutive years.

However, because his first choice position was goalkeeper and he did not accept any substitutes or adjustments, he was directly rejected by the current goalkeeper and Quidditch captain Oliver Wood.

You know, in Gryffindor House, any wizard who has some talent in Quidditch is at least among the top wizards in other aspects.

Compared to Cassiopeia, who is somewhat unknown in Slytherin House, McCulloch McLagan is obviously much stronger on paper:

In the betting ratio of this game, the odds comparison between the two even reached an outrageous 1.02 to 7.99.

Even many students in Slytherin House secretly bet their points on the opposite side - even if they earn less, they still make money, and mosquito legs are still meat.

"Tsk, tsk, the little lions look so proud..."

Elena silently glanced at the real-time odds, and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of her mouth.

After the first two games, most students suffered heavy points losses, and this one was the fatal blow.

"Players on both sides are ready-"

"three--"

"two--"

"One! Start!"

A pale golden magic light curtain rose around the duel arena.

The wand in Cassiopeia's hand suddenly reached forward, and her whole body took a small step forward.

The golden-red mana blast grazed her hair and flew back, but the tip of her wand also glowed with magic light.

"mud!"

"All petrified!"

"Twin fangs!"

"Twin fangs!"

Cassiopeia chanted the spell quickly without stopping, and the spell hit McCork like a violent storm in less than two seconds.

While waiting in the lounge, Cassiopeia performed at least dozens of simulations of quickly chanting a spell.

With no way to omit the spell, she could only cast it quickly by increasing her speaking speed.

While casting the spell, she also learned from the experience of the first game, bending slightly and pounced forward, like a coquettish poisonous snake that suddenly jumped up.

"helmet--"

McCulgan's eyes narrowed as he failed to attack in the first round.

He subconsciously stepped aside and waved his wand in panic to prepare for defense.

At this moment, a small muddy swamp appeared under his feet out of thin air, trapping the foot he was using to exert force.

Before he had time to dodge to the right, the petrification spell that followed accurately hit his chest.

Immediately afterwards, there were four snake tooth charms glowing with cold light...

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"McCork McLaggen is hors de combat."

"The winner of this game is Cassiopeia du Cecao!"

After glancing at the unconscious McCorp, Elena casually waved away the two snake fangs frozen in the air.

"Okay, don't hit me any more...if you continue to attack, I'm going to sentence you to a violation of the rules."

This may be the shortest game.

From start to finish, it took less than five seconds.

In addition to the first two control magics, Cassiopeia du Cecao used an attack magic from beginning to end.

If Ginny, Irina, and Draco showed the diversity of magic as much as possible, then Cassiopeia took specialization to the extreme.

As if she was reciting RAP, she continued to use the same spell to perform heavy rain suppression.

Not to mention that McCorkle was hit by the petrification spell first. Even if he was not hit by the spell, there was a high probability that he would not be able to withstand such high-frequency spell firepower.

Although Elena had known for a long time that McCulloch McLagan was a useless flower pillow, she didn't expect that he would be so unlucky to meet a little genius who frequently cast spells.

Looking at Cassiopeia who was not far away walking quickly back to the stands of Slytherin House like a hero, Elena shook her head and waved her wand to move the unconscious McCulloch McLaggen to another side of the field. There is a temporary medical point on the side. As the referee, she is not responsible for on-field treatment. Elena is just the "ultimate insurance" to prevent serious accidents.

As for McCulloch McLagan, and even other young wizards who may exit in the future...

Anyway, it's not life-threatening. It's just for Hannah to practice her skills. By the way, Hanhan can learn magical healing from Madam Pomfrey.

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"It's finally our turn..."

"That guy McCorkle, your reaction is really too slow——"

Gryffindor Players' Lounge.

Fred and George moved their bodies while waiting for Elena to announce that they could enter.

From the beginning, Fred and George didn't like this arrogant guy who was about to take over Wood's position.

If it weren't for the sake of their teammate and Percy, when McCorkle asked about everyone's "victory pose" in the lounge just now, the two of them almost couldn't help but laugh a few words.

"Fred, George, don't let your guard down."

Charlie Weasley turned sideways, looked at his twin brother, and warned him seriously.

Although they prepared a "secret weapon" under Miss Granger's prompting, who knows if the other side has the same back-up plan.

The most important thing is that the double match adopts the format of an arena match-if one is defeated by one, there will be a four-point gap.

"Do not worry--"

Fred grinned and picked up a custom-made "metal bat" from his seat and swung it hard a few times.

"If there's any suspense, maybe it's how long they can last. Don't you think so, George?"

"Yes, magic duel may not be easy to say, but Quidditch..."

George Weasley nodded, took out two shaking glass bottles from his pocket, and whispered meaningfully.

"The four of them together are no match for us——"

Four or five black shadows were like flies, colliding and flying wildly in the magic-reinforced bottle, making a banging sound.

And on Fred's waist, there were two same strange glass bottles hanging.

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Great!