The two teachers on the stage are ready to go.

"Guess who's going to win?" and the students in the audience began to talk very eagerly.

However, most of the students, who were in a one-sided position, believed that the winner would be Professor Filius Flitwick.

The previous dueling club had been held for many sessions, and Professor Flitwick had hired many "assistants", but almost none of them had been able to win a "demonstration duel" with him.

After all, when it comes to dueling, he used to be considered a professional, and other amateurs can't compare to him at all.

Matthew, on the other hand, frowned, looking at the back of Professor Severus Snape on the stage.

He muttered, "Why do I feel like Professor Snape has a good chance of winning?"

......

"Hold on to the wand, as you can see," Professor Flitwick said to the quiet crowd, "count to three, and we'll have the first spell...... Of course, the content of our demonstration will only be 'Disarming Charm'. ”

"One-two-three-"

The two raised their wands almost at the same time, except that Professor Flitwick raised his wand over his shoulders and Professor "Snape" angled it slightly lower.

In terms of reaction, the two are almost evenly matched.

"Get rid of your weapons!" shouted Professor Flitwick.

Then, a dazzling red light shot out from the end of his wand—

Professor Snape, however, was very agile in squatting and then flashing sideways...... Professor Flitwick's disarming charm almost brushed his shoulder.

"It's a beautiful dodge, did you see it......" while the duel, Professor Flitwick did not forget to explain it to everyone.

However, Professor "Snape" also shouted loudly, "Get rid of your weapons!"

Another intense flash of red light—

Professor Flitwick, who was experienced in dueling, flashed sideways without hesitation.

However, in a surprising scene, Professor Snape's disarming charm appeared ...... as if he had predicted the direction of Professor Flitwick's dodge.

The red light hit the body of the Charms classroom accurately.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick was knocked to his feet, took a few steps back, and the wand in his hand came out.

In the auditorium, there was a sudden silence.

......

"Great prediction!" Professor Flitwick looked slightly embarrassed.

He climbed off the stage and picked up his wand, slick as he spoke, "Professor Snape's disarming spell is very, very standard......"

"It's just that you're a little underestimated, Professor Flitwick. Professor Snape said modestly, "If you are serious about dealing with me, I am certainly not an opponent." ”

Professor Flitwick didn't have a good idea to nod his head at this time, so he could only say, "Okay, now that the demonstration is over, you will divide yourselves into groups and perform in turn...... Of course, junior students are preferred!"

The crowd started to pair up two-two, and everyone seemed very excited.

Matthew's opponent finally chose Draco Malfoy, and the two are old partners in many cases.

Several second-year students began to perform on stage one after another, and it has to be said that they were all very clumsy, and many of them did not even master the disarming charm.

Most of their wands could only emit a faint red mist, which could not cause any real effect at all.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape were very patient in correcting their gestures, postures, and movements on stage......

Soon, it was Matthew's turn-

"Mr. Wakefield, and Mr. Malfoy, now it's your turn!" shouted Professor Flitwick, "Quick, come to me!"

Matthew and Malfoy both climbed onto the stage and stood up.

"Face your opponent," Professor Flitwick said, standing between the two of them, "First of all, bow ......"

The two looked at each other, then bowed.

"Lightly, Matthew!" Malfoy whispered jokingly.

Matthew, however, did not answer.

Professor Flitwick continued to shout, "Good...... Then turn around together...... Count silently in your heart, walk up the twelve steps......"

“...... Are you in the right place?"

"Very good, now, listen to me, and when I finish counting to three, you will turn back ......"

"One-two-three-"

"The duel begins!"

......

The moment he stepped onto the stage, Matthew suddenly felt that a strange emotion appeared.

It is an extremely strong negative emotion that begins to linger in one's own brain.

He felt his body suddenly feel a little out of control, out of his own consciousness.

Even when bowing to Malfoy, he forced himself.

As Professor Flitwick finished shouting "three", Matthew quickly turned around and raised his wand.

He reacted much faster than Malfoy.

When he saw Draco Malfoy's familiar face, Matthew suddenly felt an extremely strong hatred from the depths of his heart-

He hates this man!

He wanted to kill him!

At least to make him seriously injured?

What's going on?

Matthew's consciousness...... I was very scared for a while!

Why are your actions, your thoughts, and your emotions beginning to be out of conscious control?

Theoretically, he had no reason to hate Draco Malfoy.

He wanted to open his mouth and tell the instructor, Professor Flitvier, about this "accident".

But for a while, his lips were as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Remember, only disarming charms are allowed, just disarming weapons!" Professor Flitwick finally reminded.

Only disarming charms are allowed...... Only disarming charms are allowed...... Only disarming charms are allowed......

There was only one thought left in Matthew's mind.

"Get rid of your weapons!" he shouted as he pointed his wand at Draco Malfoy.

Matthew's voice was incomparably cold, and it was incomparably cold.

When he heard it, it didn't feel like his own voice at all.

A brilliant red light erupted from the wand.

It's not at all like the previous students, just creating a faint red mist.

Even compared to Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape's disarming charms, Matthew's spell was no less impressive.

Draco Malfoy's eyes seemed to be flashed.

He hadn't even had time to dodge, and at this moment, he hadn't even raised his wand.

A wave of air swept past him, and his body flew up.

The wand in his hand had long since come out of his hand, and his body flew far, far away.

Flew out of the confines of the stage, slammed into one side of the wall, and then slipped down the wall and fell to the ground, wisps of blood oozing from his pale blonde hair.

Poor Mr. Malfoy fainted.