Listening to Draco's second grade speech, John was almost embarrassed to death.

But everyone else present didn't take it seriously.

As Harry and Draco completed the entire set of dueling etiquette in a serious and stiff manner, Draco was the first to raise his wand.

“It’s hot and spicy!”

"Bang——"

Like a firework exploding, a ball of white light was suddenly shot out.

Harry was startled and subconsciously wanted to fire a spell to counterattack.

However, I don’t know whether it was because his incantation was too vague or there was something wrong with the wand swinging, but no light effect appeared when the wand was suddenly waved.

In a hurry, Harry rolled like a donkey to avoid Draco's attack.

Seeing this, Draco gritted his teeth and wanted to continue attacking.

At this time, Harry had already thrown away his wand and rushed towards Draco.

Now it was Draco's turn to be at a loss.

The space in the trophy display room was so small that he had no place to escape, and it was too late for him to slowly recite the spell.

"go to hell!"

Under Draco's horrified gaze, Harry shouted loudly and stepped forward, then suddenly kicked out.

Draco, who was kicked in the vital part, clamped his legs together, his expression was ferocious, and he was about to scream.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, John stepped forward and covered Draco's mouth.

"Woo! Woo hoo——"

Draco lost the ability to fight and lay in John's arms, his face flushed like a crayfish, twitching and struggling desperately.

His duel with Harry lasted a total of 17 seconds, and he was finally ended by the "melee master" Harry Potter with a single move.

John shook his head helplessly.

He knew this would be the result.

Although Draco was born in the Malfoy family, at his age it was obviously unlikely that he would be proficient in any powerful spells or combat skills.

As for Harry, he had just entered school less than half a month ago. He was so nervous that he probably couldn't even recite spells smoothly, so naturally he had to fight in close combat.

Seeing Draco's tearful eyes, John took out a pack of plaster from his arms, which was made from scraps of fresh vegetables and toad skin.

"Apply some to the injured area yourself. Although it is specially designed to treat burns, it has a cooling and analgesic effect."

John said with a look of disgust.

Draco tremblingly took the plaster and began to apply it.

Following another burst of screams and twitches, Draco finally felt a little better.

Seeing this, John stood up and looked at Harry and Ron who were hugging each other in celebration on the other side and said:

"Harry, you are too harsh."

The smile on Harry's face froze, showing a trace of unbearability.

He also knew how hard his kick just now was, and the location it hit was still vital.

Ron, on the other hand, didn't care, raised his head proudly and said:

"That's how a wizard's duel is, it's either you or I who die!"

John didn't care, he smiled and took out his wand and said:

"Well, now that Draco is defeated, it's my turn as an assistant to take over."

"Do we really have to go to this extent?" Harry said with a struggling expression, "John, we are not enemies."

John didn't speak, but waved to Harry, telling him to attack quickly.

Harry was speechless when he saw this. After hesitating for a while, he finally picked up the wand and slowly began to cast spells.

"The front teeth match the stick!"

"puff--"

A light bullet was shot.

This time he finally cast the spell successfully!

However, facing Harry's attack, John didn't even bother to hide, and just stood straight on the spot.

Because there was no need to hide at all, the accuracy of Harry's spell was far worse than John expected, and it actually missed the target at such a close distance.

"The speed of casting spells is too slow. Neville's grandma moves faster than you. The time it takes you to cast a spell is enough for me to cast the spell three times." John said while crushing the marks on the ground with his feet. "It's not accurate."

Not enough, Harry, maybe you should eat more apples, night blindness is very fatal, it will make you blind at night."

John's venomous tongue, inspired by Snape, made Harry's face turn red.

He threw away his wand again and rushed towards John, intending to repeat the same trick.

However, John was not a pampered young man like Draco.

Harry was still locked in the closet when he was fighting the Red Riding Hood.

"ha!"

Harry shouted sharply and punched John on the arm.

The smile on John's face remained unchanged, he came first and grabbed Harry's fist with his palm.

The two entered into a wrestling state.

Harry felt as if his fist was clamped by an iron vise, unable to move.

As John's magic power surged, the strength in his hand gradually increased, and finally he twisted Harry to his knees.

"ah--"

Harry screamed because he couldn't bear the pain.

Ron beside him couldn't bear it anymore.

He didn't care about the duel rules and rushed directly towards John.

Hermione on the other side didn't watch either.

But unlike the reckless Ron, she was more sinister and hid in the corner and started chanting spells.

Seeing this, John frowned, kicked Harry away, then took out his wand and flicked it.

"All petrified!"

"Relax your strength!"

"Boom boom——"

Two beams of light, one white and one gray, rushed out one after another.

Among them, the white light directly hit Ron.

As the light flashed, Ron's body stiffened instantly, and he fell directly face down under the influence of inertia.

Then the gray light also hit Hermione's wrist, which was controlling the wand's rotation. With a scream, Hermione's wand was knocked away.

John did not lie before.

Harry and the others were reciting spells too slowly.

Although Hermione's speed was slightly faster than Harry's, it was still enough for John to cast two spells directly.

"This...how is this possible?"

Hermione covered her wrist and said in disbelief, "You are obviously only in the first year, why did you use the disarming spell?"

John couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"Are you illiterate? Can't understand English? What I recited was obviously a disarming curse, but you told me it was a disarming spell?"

Hermione blushed at the rebuke and wanted to retort that John's Jersey accent was so weird that she didn't understand.

However, John had no time to care about her at this time.

Because while he had just dealt with Ron and Hermione, Harry had already gotten up again.

After witnessing the defeat of Ron and Hermione, Harry was completely red-eyed at this moment.

He decided not to hold back any more, and raised his foot to kick John's vitals again.

John's eyes flashed coldly, and he punched Harry's calf.

"Ouch!"

Harry screamed and fell down, rolling on the ground holding his calf, looking extremely painful.

John didn't hold back much just now.

After all, if Harry's kick had hit, he would be like Draco by now.

"call--"

John took a deep breath and pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry was startled when he saw this, and said quickly:

"Wait...wait, I'll vote..."

However, before he could finish his words, as John raised his wand slightly, a huge force grabbed Harry's legs and directly hung him upside down.

"I'm sorry Harry," John couldn't help but closed his eyes in disgust, "I couldn't help myself."

After saying this, John raised his wand again.
Chapter completed!