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"Okay, let's get started now."

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

After the two exchanged dueling salutes, Terry took the lead in attacking. He raised his wand and pointed it at Neville and chanted the leg-locking spell.

Neville on the other hand was not to be outdone and chanted the disarming spell loudly, but unfortunately when he was about to end the chant.

Terry's wand had already lit up the magical light wave. Seeing that the situation was not going well, Neville hurried to one side to avoid the attack of the leg-locking curse.But he was too panicked, and his left foot mixed with his right foot and fell directly to the ground.

Seeing Neville suddenly fall to the ground, Terry immediately seized the opportunity and pinned Neville to the ground with a petrifying spell, ending the duel.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing Neville lying there in embarrassment, most of the students in the classroom burst into laughter. They never expected that Neville would lose the game like this.

Seeing that everyone was laughing at him, Neville's plump face instantly looked like a tomato. He quickly climbed on the table and buried his head between his arms, like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand.

Seeing his best friend being laughed at by his classmates, Seamus held his mouth and tried not to laugh. He gently patted Neville's junior to show comfort.

"Quiet! My classmates are watching this game so intently, so I have a few questions to ask you. Miss Parkinson, please stand up."

When the classroom returned to silence, Rick turned his attention to the Slytherin area. He glanced around and finally decided to let Pansy Parkinson get up to answer the question.

Pansy, who had just laughed at Neville with her deskmate for being so stupid, was suddenly called out by Rick.Thinking that he would be scolded by Rick, he lowered his head and stood up in a panic.

"Miss Parkinson, don't be nervous. I want to ask you, if you found in a duel that your opponent cast spells faster than you, how would you choose to respond?"

Seeing the watermelon-headed Parkinson being so afraid of him, Rick shook his head helplessly, and then encouraged her not to be nervous and answer his questions.

After hearing the question raised by Professor Graves, Pansy was a little confused.The duel competition has been going on for more than a month, and she has never thought about this problem.

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

"Professor, I...I don't know."

Ten seconds later, Pansy still didn't know how to answer this question.She seemed to feel disdainful and joking looks coming from all directions, which made her even more nervous and even a little aggrieved.

In fact, this was all her own imagination. Now all the students lowered their heads and desperately thought about how Professor Graves would answer this question if he called them.

"What a pity. Sit down, Miss Parkinson. Don't forget this issue during the next duel."

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

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

"Mr. Longbottom, as the loser in this duel, can you tell me how you immediately thought of how to deal with this spell after you saw Mr. Bute chanting the spell better than you?"

Seeing that these students didn't want to answer this question, and Rick didn't force them, he finally turned his attention to Neville, one of the parties involved in the duel.

"Neville, the professor has asked you to get up and answer a question."

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

"Ah, Professor! I..."

All he could think about was that he had become the face of ridicule by the whole class. After being reminded by Seamus, Neville stood up instinctively and looked at Rick dully. He had not listened carefully to what Rick said just now.

"Don't look downcast. This is not what a man should look like, Mr. Longbottom. It's just that you lost a duel. Didn't you win a duel before? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to duel with Mr. Bute. Right. Have confidence in yourself."

For some reason, Rick fell in love with Neville the first time he saw him.So when I see him feeling depressed, I want to comfort him with a few words.

"Thank you, thank you Professor Graves, I will try my best."

Hearing that Professor Graves actually encouraged him, Neville suddenly forgot about being laughed at by his classmates. Rick's words echoed in his mind, and he felt full of motivation again.

"Very good, then let me ask you again, why did you give up casting the spell and why did you fall to the ground when you were dueling with Mr. Butt?"

Afraid that Neville would not be able to answer his question clearly, Rick directly split his question into two simple questions.

"Professor Graves, I noticed that Terry's wand was lighting up. I was a little panicked. I was afraid of being hit by his spell, so I wanted to hide aside. But when I was hiding, I forgot to chant the spell. So... ...So he broke his spell."

"Ha ha!"

Neville said that in order to avoid Terry's curse, he forgot the curse he chanted, which immediately made the students laugh again.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 is very remarkable to be able to find out that his opponent's spell has ended. Everyone here, all the students who just laughed at Mr. Longbottom, please think about yourselves. Have you ever observed the speed of your opponent's chanting spells in a duel?

If not, you have no right to laugh at Neville.Mr. Malfoy, please stand up and tell me which of your opponents can cast spells faster than you. Have you avoided his attack? "

"Ah, Professor Graves, I haven't observed the opponent's attacks. Because I can always defeat them!"

Malfoy stood up confidently. He glanced at the Gryffindor student triumphantly, and then generously admitted that he never cared about the speed of the other party's spell casting.

His answer was not to provoke Rick. He had his own confidence and confidence because he had won eight games in a row.

"Really? You are very confident, which is a very good quality. I hope you can keep it up. Sit down."

Rick did not criticize Malfoy. His current results are indeed good, but he may not be able to continue winning in subsequent games.Then you will meet a powerful opponent, such as Hermione.Of course he will suffer again.

"Mr. Malfoy said that he doesn't care about the opponent's spell casting speed because he casts the spell before the opponent in every duel. He doesn't have to consider this issue."