Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The auditorium was boiling.

Most of the little wizards present have heard of Daphne's name. After all, she is a little wizard who can make such a big splash in the first grade. But no one knew that she was so rampant!

Everyone present is weak? What is the difference between this and "everyone here is rubbish"?

The students in the audience were gearing up, hoping to go up and teach this little witch a lesson, so that she would understand why young people should not be too arrogant.

"Sister can fly into the air and win the duel by relying on air superiority, right?" Astoria guessed.

Les shook his head. He didn't think Daphne would do this, at least not at first.

Flitwick was also surprised by Daphne's statement. He glanced at Snape first, and then at Lupin. He was confused, how could a little Daphne be as aggressive as a Gryffindor student?

Forget it, I'll put more thought into it later to avoid getting her hurt...

Flitwick was already mentally prepared to intervene in the duel.

But it has to be said that Daphne's shot instantly pushed the atmosphere in the auditorium to a climax. Almost every student present had the urge to go on stage and beat her down.

Malfoy looked at the stage, looking thoughtful.

Marcus came over and poked his arm with a smile: "Would you like to go up and have a fight with her? Let me tell you, only by showing your own strength can you attract the attention of girls."

Malfoy licked his lips. He had to say that he was moved.

If he could defeat her on the spot in front of everyone... would she look at him differently in the future?

However, despite his heartbeat, Draco's mouth was still very hard. He turned to look at Marcus and asked him why he didn't come?

"Me? Of course I can handle a little girl like this easily, but I am her senior after all, and it is not convenient for me to bully the younger ones." Marcus laughed and fooled Malfoy.

Although Marcus looks like he has troll blood, his thoughts are much more lively than ordinary people. He didn't want to go up and fight Daphne in the ring. If he lost, he would be ruined, and if he won, there would be no benefit. But there is no problem in tricking the younger brother Draco into fighting.

Regardless of whether the duel is won or lost, Marcus can conclude that Draco wins.

Malfoy, who was inspired by Marcus, didn't think too much. He squeezed to the front of the stage and shouted: "Daphne, please accept my duel!"

This time, Goddess of Luck seemed to favor Malfoy, and Daphne really heard and accepted his challenge!

When Malfoy was invited to the stage by Professor Flitwick, he was still filled with a strong sense of unreality: She actually responded to his invitation. Could it be that...

His position in her heart is actually very special, right?

Malfoy was indeed right, his status in Daphne's heart was indeed special - the top of the blacklist certainly belonged to a special status.

He walked up to the circular platform happily, unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Daphne and Draco stood opposite each other and bowed to each other.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Draco whispered to Daphne after making a gorgeous bow.

"No, I suggest you go all out." Daphne also had a smile on her face.

No matter how cruel you are, you will not be held accountable. It is such a happy moment...

Flitwick gave the order and the duel began. Malfoy quickly raised his wand, but Daphne was one step faster. She raised her wand with her left hand and placed a defensive spell in front of herself. Her right hand aimed at Malfoy. One wave.

boom!

The air-condensed fist hit Malfoy hard in the stomach, making stars appear in his eyes.

Spellcasting interrupt!

Malfoy, who had been punched in the stomach, could not recite the spell at all, but Daphne's attack would not stop.

She waved her wand in a pretentious manner and muttered something - she didn't know what she was talking about, but secretly she was controlling the magic to beat Malfoy. The second air punch hit his waist, putting a mask of pain on Malfoy, the third punch hit his face, opening his nose, and then the fourth and fifth punches...

Flitwick was dumbfounded: this form of magic was so rare, and it even had a hint of wandless casting.

When he was young, he had exchanges and discussions with many students in Wagadu, Africa. The people there were very good at casting spells without a wand. They would often just wave their hands, and the opponent would feel as if they had been punched head-on. This is very similar to Daphne's current state.

Flitwick carefully observed the trajectory outlined by the wand in Daphne's hand, and then he frowned: he couldn't find the connection between the spell and the trajectory of the wand at all. She seemed to be waving the wand randomly.

While Flitwick was observing Daphne, Daphne was beating Malfoy without stopping, and all of them were punches to the flesh.

Snape, who was standing by the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He coughed twice, reminding Flitwick that it was time to end the duel.

Hearing Snape's voice, Flitwick reacted and quickly stopped the duel.

Daphne put away her wand very obediently, while Malfoy fell to the duel table with a thud.

The little wizards in the audience:...

Seeing Daphne standing obediently on the round platform, her face not red and her heart not beating, at least half of the students present stopped thinking about fighting Daphne.

Who can connect the delicate little doll-like witch in front of you with the guy who just beat his opponent violently on the duel stage? Many people even doubted whether they were hallucinating, but Draco Malfoy lying there was silently proving what had just happened.

Snape quickly walked over to Malfoy and drew his wand.

"Resuscitate quickly!"

The resuscitation spell healed Malfoy's body, but it could not heal his heart. At this moment, Malfoy did not want to stand up at all, and he did not dare to face the eyes of others looking at him.

Snape grabbed Malfoy, dragged him off the stage, and handed him to Marcus.

Marcus, who watched the whole process of Malfoy being beaten at a very close distance, felt his heart tremble: After he went up, could he really withstand that round of attack? He didn't have a definite answer.

Maybe his strong body can help him withstand more punches?

"Next." Daphne's clear voice came from the stage.

Malfoy's eyes shot open and he grabbed Marcus' hand. Marcus suddenly screamed something bad, but it was too late.

"Help me!" Malfoy begged Marcus to come on stage and help him fight. He doesn't want anything else now, he just wants to find someone to help him fight back.

Marcus wanted to refuse, but Malfoy would make him an offer he couldn't refuse.

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