#123 - Chapter 123 The New Era of "Voldemort" - Malfoy's Attack

The competition officially began.

After hearing the professor call their names, the first-year students stepped onto the dueling platforms, beginning their duels with a semblance of seriousness.

"Dental Floss!"

"Fiery Hotness!"

"Wobbly Knees!"

......

For a time, various minor jinxes flew around, making the duels extremely intense.

Of course, besides the minor jinxes, some more skilled students were already able to reliably cast more advanced spells like the Disarming Charm and the Petrification Charm.

However, even mastering these advanced spells didn't guarantee a win, as even the most powerful spells need to hit their target.

After nearly a year of dueling training, no one would foolishly stand still and act as a turret.

The young wizards each displayed their agility, darting back and forth on the platforms.

Some of the little ones could even cast spells while running, focusing on not letting the opponent hit them even if they couldn't hit the opponent.

Watching the students running around on the platform, Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Childish!

Aren't these people tired from running?

With that effort, they might as well slow down, aim, and then strike.

Besides, it's all minor jinxes; there aren't many who know the Disarming Charm.

It seems that I'll definitely get a good ranking in this duel.

Alas......

It is lonely at the top.

After hearing his name called, Ron confidently stepped onto the platform where Professor Flitwick was.

A Hufflepuff guy.

Heh heh......

This is in the bag!

Ron held his wand in front of his chest, silently waiting for Professor Flitwick's command.

"3 — — 2 — — 1, begin!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ron pointed his wand at the Hufflepuff wizard and shouted loudly.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

How could this be?!

I missed!

Watching the spell brush past his opponent, Ron felt a little frustrated.

This was completely different from the script he had in mind for dominating the arena.

In his vision, his Petrification Charm should have hit, and the opponent should have immediately collapsed on the ground.

He raised his wand again, repeatedly firing spells at his opponent.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Flipendo!"

After a series of spells, he didn't even touch the opponent's shadow, and Ron couldn't sit still any longer.

He raised his wand, trying to directly lock onto his opponent, but he unwillingly discovered that the opponent was moving erratically left and right, as agile as a monkey, making it impossible for him to aim.

Fortunately, the opponent kept dodging, and the spells they cast had no accuracy, posing little threat to him.

Ron became increasingly anxious, gradually ignoring the opponent's spells and focusing solely on aiming in place.

"Tarantallegra!"

Suddenly, a spell flew out of the Hufflepuff student's wand, directly hitting Ron, who was standing still.

I'm done for!

Ron despairingly realized that his legs were twitching uncontrollably, as if he were doing a quickstep dance.

This made it even more impossible for him to aim at his opponent.

Moreover, as his legs twitched, his whole body involuntarily moved towards the edge of the platform.

Stop!

Stop it now!

Ron was on the verge of collapse, helplessly firing spells at his opponent, striving to knock the opponent down before stepping off the platform.

"Beep — — —"

The whistle signaling the end of the match sounded, Professor Flitwick released Ron from the spell, and then announced on the spot that the Hufflepuff wizard had won the match.

Seeing this result, Hermione stood below the platform, covering her face with her hands.

So embarrassing......

She had been advising Ron to learn the counter-curses for these minor jinxes, but Ron was too arrogant and unwilling to learn.

Now it's over, he's been caught off guard.

Malfoy stood not far away, sneering after seeing Ron's defeat.

Heh heh ~

This is what Weasley meant by making me look good?!

I thought he would be so brave.

I didn't expect him to completely fail.

Someone like this, who can't even pass the preliminaries, isn't worth a second glance.

Malfoy shook his head and turned his attention back to Harry on another platform.

......

Soon, the first-year matches were almost over.

After the match for third place ended, Harry and Malfoy stepped onto the platform for the championship battle.

As the referee for this match, Sebastian was surprised to find that Malfoy didn't say a single word of trash talk before the match, only looking at Harry with a sinister gaze, as if he had victory in hand.

"Both sides bow in the dueling salute."

"3 — — 2 — — 1, begin!"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry raised his wand, and a dazzling red light crossed the platform, heading straight for Malfoy's body.

As if he had anticipated it, the moment Harry cast the spell, Malfoy dodged to the right in a flash, easily avoiding Harry's Disarming Charm.

He grinned, raising his wand and pointing it in front of him.

"Nebulus!"

In an instant, thick gray fog appeared, enveloping half of the platform.

Looking at the gray fog on the platform, the audience below the platform completely erupted in noise, with waves of sound rising one after another, almost lifting the roof of the dueling hall.

"Merlin's socks! Do first-year wizards know so much? This is just a very uncommon spell."

"That's interesting, Potter can't see his opponent now, I wonder how he'll handle it?"

"Malfoy can't see Potter in the fog either, how will he attack?"

"How should I put it, this tactic is a bit shameless, but I like it, I'll try it when I go on stage later."

"Don't be silly, first-year wizards don't know enough spells yet, this kind of fog can be dealt with with a Whirlwind spell."

"Even so, the side that emits the fog can still gain the first move in the attack."

"Then use a large-area offensive spell, it's just as easy to break!"

Harry stood on the platform, ignoring the audience's discussions, his whole body on high alert, quietly waiting for Malfoy's sneak attack.

His eyes constantly scanned the edge of the fog, searching for Malfoy's figure.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy didn't directly launch a sneak attack, but the moment he released the fog, he dropped to the ground.

Hehe!

Potter, you would never have thought that I, young master, would be lying on the ground to fight you while the fog blocks your vision.

This is a special trick I came up with just to deal with you.

Malfoy took off a button from his robes and used a Transfiguration spell to turn it into a thin, half-meter-long stick.

He took off his wizard robes and used the stick to prop them up, so that in the unclear fog, it would really look like someone was standing there.

Malfoy chuckled, holding the stick in his left hand, and crawled silently to the edge of the fog like a nimble worm.

Very good!

Potter really didn't notice me.

Then, it's my show now.

Malfoy reached out his right hand and pointed his wand at the vigilant Harry in the fog.

Then, he used the stick in his left hand to flick the wizard robes towards the edge of the fog, creating the illusion that someone was there to interfere with Harry's judgment.

Sure enough, Harry immediately noticed the stirring of the fog and the fleeting shadow.

He abruptly stretched out his wand and shouted at the figure.

"Expelliarmus!"

Before the words finished, Harry was surprised to find that a dazzling spell shot out from the ground in the fog.

He tried his best to dive to the side, but it was too late, and the spell hit his arm.

In an instant, his whole body stiffened, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Beep — — — —"

"The match is over!"

"The first-year champion is Draco Malfoy!"