"Alright, let's get started now."

As Rick's chicken soup ends, the light screen begins to play Terry's dueling match with Neville.

After the two duel salute each other, Terry took the lead in attacking, raising his wand at Neville and chanting the Leg Lock Charm.

On the other side, Neville was not to be outdone, and directly chanted the disarming spell in a loud voice, but unfortunately when he was about to finish chanting.

Terry's wand had lit up with a wave of magical light, and Neville saw that the situation was not good, and he quickly dodged to the side, successfully dodging the attack of the Locking Leg Charm. But he was so flustered that he fell directly to the ground with his left foot and his right foot.

When Terry saw Neville fall suddenly, he seized the opportunity and fired a petrification spell to freeze Neville to the ground, ending the duel.

"Haha!"

Most of the students in the classroom burst out laughing at Neville's slump there, they never thought Neville would lose the game like this.

Seeing that everyone was laughing at him, Neville's fat face instantly resembled a tomato, and he quickly crawled on the table and buried his head between his arms, like an ostrich with his head hidden in the sand.

Seeing his friend being teased by his classmates, Seamus held his mouth and tried not to let himself laugh, and he gently patted Neville's junior as a sign of comfort.

"Quiet! The students are watching this game so intently, so I have a few questions for you. Miss Parkinson, please stand up. ”

When the classroom was quiet, Rick looked at the Slytherin area, glanced around, and finally decided to get Pansy Parkinson up to answer the question.

Pansy, who had just laughed at Neville for being stupid with her table mates, was suddenly named by Rick. Thinking that he would be reprimanded by Rick, he stood up in a panic with his head down.

"Miss Parkinson, don't be nervous. I want to ask you, if you find out in a duel that your opponent casts a spell faster than you, what would you choose to do? ”

Seeing that Parkinson's was so afraid of himself at the watermelon head, Rick shook his head helplessly, and then encouraged her not to be nervous and answer the questions he asked.

Hearing Professor Graves' question, Pansy was a little confused. The duel match had been going on for more than a month, and she had never thought about it.

This made her not know how to answer for a while.

"Professor, I... I do not know. ”

Ten seconds later, Pansy still hadn't thought of how to answer the question. She seemed to feel disdain and playful glances coming from all directions, which made her even more nervous and even a little aggrieved.

It was all her own imagination, and now all the students were looking down desperately as to how Professor Graves would answer the question if he called him.

"Sit down, Miss Parkinson. Don't forget this question the next time you play a dueling match. ”

Seeing that Pansy couldn't answer his question, Rick shook his head in disappointment and sat her down.

When Pansy sat down, he continued to scan the room. At this time, except for a few students who raised their hands, the other students lowered their heads very in tacit understanding, pretending that Rick could not see them.

"Mr. Longbottom, as the loser of this duel match, can you tell me how you immediately thought of how to deal with this spell when you saw Mr. Bout chanting a spell before you?"

Seeing that none of the students wanted to answer the question, Rick didn't force them, and finally he turned his gaze to Neville, one of the parties in the duel match.

"Neville, the professor told you to get up and answer the question."

When Rick finished speaking, Neville continued to bury his head on the table. His tablemate Seamus quickly pushed his body and whispered in his ear to remind him.

"Ah, Professor! I..."

With his mind full of the ridicule of himself as a result of the class, Neville instinctively stood up at Seamus and looked at Rick blankly, he hadn't listened carefully to what Rick had just said.

"Don't be discouraged, that's not what a man should be, Mr. Longbottom. It's just that you lost a duel match, haven't you won a duel before, otherwise you wouldn't have had a duel with Mr. Bout, right? Have faith in yourself. ”

For some reason, the first time Rick saw Neville, he fell in love with this little fat man. So when I saw him lost and depressed, I wanted to comfort him.

"Thank you, thank you Professor Graves, I'll try."

Hearing Professor Graves actually encourage him, Neville suddenly forgot about being ridiculed by his classmates, and Rick's words echoed in his head, feeling full of motivation again.

"Very well, then let me ask you again, why did you give up casting the spell and why did you fall to the ground during your duel with Mr. Bout?"

Afraid that Neville wouldn't be able to answer his question clearly, Rick simply split his question into two simple questions.

"Professor Graves, I noticed that Terry's wand was lit up, and I panicked, and I was afraid of being hit by his spell, so I tried to get out of the way. But while I was dodging, I forgot to chant the incantation. So.... So just like that, I broke my spell. ”

"Haha!"

Neville mentions that he forgot the spell he sang in order to avoid Terry's spell, causing the students to laugh. Seeing that he had become the laughing stock of his classmates again, Neville scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Quiet! As a second-year wizard, it's a great thing to find out that your opponent's spell has ended, and all of you here, all of you who have just laughed at Mr. Longbottom, please think about yourself, have you ever observed the speed at which your opponent chanted a spell in a duel?

If not, you're not in a position to laugh at Neville. Mr. Malfoy, please stand up and tell me which of your opponents is faster than you can cast a spell, and have you dodged his attacks? ”

"Ah, Professor Graves, I haven't observed the attack. Because I can always overcome them! ”

Malfoy stood up confidently, giving him a triumphant glance at the Gryffindor students, then generously admitting that he never cared about the speed at which the other man cast spells.

His answer like this is not provoking Rick, he has his own confidence and confidence, because he has won eight consecutive victories.

"Really? You're confident, it's a good quality. Hopefully you can keep it up. Sit down. ”

Rick didn't criticize Malfoy, who is doing well so far, but he won't necessarily continue to win the races after that. When the time comes, you'll meet a strong opponent, like Hermione. Naturally, he will suffer again.

"Mr. Malfoy, he said that he didn't care about the speed of the other party's spell because he cast the spell before the other party in every duel. He can ignore it. ”