Chapter 130 The Final Winner (Modified)

"Stop the duel!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice spread throughout the auditorium, and Alan's eardrums seemed to be pierced, buzzing.

The effect of the sound was so obvious that everyone stopped the magic and covered their ears.

"My God, my God," said Lockhart, hopping around in the crowd, watching the aftermath of the duel, "you stand up, MacMillan . . . watch out, Miss Fawcett . . . Just stop it, Bout..."

"I think it's best for us to carry out the last activity now-the election of representatives from each college to duel." Lockhart said, standing in the middle of the auditorium with a flustered expression.

"Ravenclaw chooses Alan Harris." Professor Flitwick personally called the name, but no one in Ravenclaw objected. Allen walked towards Professor Flitwick with a polite smile.

"Then Slytherin chooses Draco Malfoy, who is in Aaron's year," said Snape, gliding across the stage like a large malevolent bat, dragging Malfoy onto the stage. .

"If that's the case, let's all choose the little wizards of the second year. Gryffindor—Harry Potter! Hufflepuff, represented by Justin Fentrey." Lockhart said, at the same time Signaling for Harry and Justin to go to the middle of the auditorium, the people backed away to make room for them.

"Malfoy and Potter, Alan and Justin," Snape said grimly. Professor Flitwick has no objection. In his opinion, none of these people is Alan's opponent.

"It's wonderful! Don't be afraid, like me, you can effectively stop the spell." Lockhart tousled his blond hair and looked at Harry and Justin, who were not present with the Dean.

He raised his wand, waved it from side to side, trying to conjure complex tricks, and accidentally dropped it on the ground.

Snape sneered, and Lockhart quickly picked up his wand and said, "Ouch—my wand is a little overexcited."

Snape approached Malfoy, bowed his head and whispered something to him. Malfoy puffed out his goldfish eyes and smirked too.

Flitwick looked at Alan, his admiration for Alan was undisguised. He didn't have any words to tell Alan. After several private trainings, he knew the strength of his students.

Allen and Justin played first, and there was no suspense. Justin was instantly removed from the weapon, but Allen controlled his magic power, so Justin did not lose face in full view.

Justin himself knew that Allen was merciful, and walked off the stage after gratefully conceding defeat. But he didn't leave, he stood on the edge of the stage, wanting to watch other people's duel up close.

When it was Harry and Malfoy's turn, Harry looked nervous, not understanding Professor Lockhart's method of stopping the spell.

"Three-two-one-go!" cried Professor Lockhart.

Malfoy quickly raised his wand and roared, "Oolong out!"

The tip of his wand exploded, and a long black snake burst out of it, landing heavily on the floor between the two of them, then raised its head, ready to strike.

The crowd screamed and dodged back quickly to make way for the clearing.

"Stay still, Potter," said Professor Snape lazily, "I'll get him out of here..."

"Let me do it!" Lockhart yelled. He raised his wand and waved it menacingly at the snake.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and instead of disappearing, the snake jumped more than a foot high, and then fell heavily back to the floor.

Furious, it swam straight towards Justin Fletcher, hissing and spitting out a message, and then, raising its head and baring its fangs, it assumed an attacking stance.

Strange syllables came out of Harry's mouth, and the snake collapsed to the floor, supple as a pile of thick, black watering hoses, its eyes fixed on Harry.

"What do you think you're playing?" Justin exclaimed.

His face was full of anger and horror. Before Harry could speak, he turned and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Professor Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake disappeared in a plume of black smoke.

Everyone around was whispering and pointing at Harry, and even Professor Flitwick looked at Harry in surprise.

Allen was the only one in the audience who understood Harry's words. He said, "Let him go!", but apparently Allen didn't want to admit in public that he was also a Parseltongue...

Seeing Harry standing on the stage at a loss, Allen opened his mouth to remind, "Harry, the duel is not over yet!"

But Malfoy heard Alan's cry too, and he struck first: his wand hit Harry so hard that Harry staggered, pointed his wand straight at Malfoy, and yelled, "Grin huh lah!" !"

A flash of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach, and he bent over, gasping for breath. Malfoy fell to his knees, so limp from laughing that he could barely move.

Harry didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, he looked at Professor Lockhart.

But at this moment, panting desperately, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry's knee and said, "Tarentella dance!"

Immediately, Harry's legs twitched uncontrollably, as if in a kind of jig.

"Stop! Stop!" Lockhart screamed, but Snape took the reins.

"All curses end!" he shouted. Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they both looked up.

"So, who won?" Lockhart frowned.

"Harry knocked down Malfoy first, but Malfoy also hit Harry." After discussing with Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape reluctantly decided to let the two of them fight against Alan first. A duel, the result depends on the situation.

Draco Malfoy first dueled with Alan Harris. Malfoy, who had seen Alan's strength, didn't want to fight Alan at all, but the dean was watching from behind. Malfoy bit the bullet and stood up. stage.

It was still Professor Lockhart who announced the start, but Malfoy did it as soon as he counted to "two", "Go out of the hole"!

Malfoy felt that the spell taught to him by Professor Snape would definitely help him win!

But the truth is cruel. Allen waved his wand, just like Professor Snape, with a beautiful disappearing spell, easily eliminated the snake. The black snake crackled and flashed from tail to head and disappeared from the stage.

Allen's counterattack came in an instant, and it was still simple "disarm you," but Allen didn't show mercy, he wanted to teach Malfoy a lesson. A flash of red light flashed, and Malfoy fell off the stage. The wand came out of his hand and stuck it in Crabbe's nose, making him scream in pain.

"The result is already obvious. Now, it's Potter's turn!" Professor Snape had a sullen face, obviously dissatisfied with Malfoy's performance, but later, he was obviously aware of Potter's situation, which made his gloomy expression It looks a little better.

Harry swallowed, and stood on the stage. When he was back below the stage just now, he had no idea why, he had just saved Justin, and now everyone was away from him except Ron and Hermione. He doesn't know what he did wrong! At this time, he had to face an opponent who was obviously not at the same level as their group of little wizards—Alan, Harry felt that life was really too difficult!

Harry, who was at a loss and lost his mind, faced Alan, who was calm and powerful. The result of this duel was self-evident. Alan easily removed Harry's wand, but he didn't do anything like he did against Malfoy. Make Harry wrestle, let Harry Potter lose the match with relative dignity.