Chapter 651

Compared to last year, Malfoy had grown quite a bit taller.

His face also had the appearance of a teenager.

However, that arrogant and triumphant look between his brows was still there.

He looked at Darren, his eyes eager to try.

It seemed he had practiced a lot during the summer vacation.

Now he actually dared to compete with him.

He probably wanted to wash away the humiliation of being punched away by him in the first year.

Darren revealed a hint of hesitation, but he still walked onto the dueling ring.

He said ponderingly: "I won't use that kind of power; we will compete purely with magic power. Let me see how much you have improved, my opponent!"

【Ding, Saint Father points +40】

【Ding, Saint Father points +60】

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding...】

Huh? Darren was shocked.

He hadn't intended to farm Saint Father points with that sentence.

Who knew there would be so many.

Then he looked at the admiring expressions of the Slytherin students.

Suddenly he understood.

Slytherin yearns for power.

So him saying he wouldn't use that powerful strength was extremely Saint Father-like.

Uh.

What a unique house.

If he said that in Gryffindor, the lions would probably think he was looking down on them.

Saying it in Slytherin, Slytherin would think he respected his opponent.

"Then let's begin!"

Malfoy's eyes were shining.

"Conjunctivitis Curse!"

"Langlock!"

"Diffindo!"

"Reducto!"

The spells from Malfoy's mouth were endless.

Darren was a bit surprised.

In the original work, wasn't Malfoy quite pathetic?

Always calling for his father, how did he look so awesome now?

Of course, no matter how fast Malfoy's spells were, or how endless they were, Darren didn't say much.

He cast two layers of Armor Charm on himself, and then looked at Malfoy with a ready-for-battle expression.

After a few rounds, Malfoy was extremely helpless.

Because his dodging speed was extremely fast, not a single spell could hit Darren.

Finally, Malfoy couldn't help it; he couldn't help but start a sneak attack.

"Langlock!"

Malfoy suddenly used a group of bats to distract Darren's vision, and then aimed at Darren's back and cast the Langlock spell.

He wanted to make Darren unable to cast spells.

Hmm.

He succeeded.

His spell successfully hit Darren.

However, it didn't look like Darren was hit by him accidentally.

Because when his spell was about to hit Darren, Darren had already turned his head, his expression strange as he looked at Malfoy's sneak attack spell.

He actually didn't dodge.

Watching the spell hit Darren.

Malfoy didn't have the slightest sense of achievement.

He curled his lip and said unhappily: "Potter, I'll undo it for you, you don't have to go easy on me..."

"No, no, no, I'm fine, I just felt that your spell didn't seem to cause any damage to me.

It seems like it's the ability of my Armor Charm; I seem to be able to take many of your spells and not get hurt.

No, no, no, I'm not saying you're weak... no, you're not weak, it's just that I'm too strong... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I..."

【Ding, Saint Father points +40】

【Ding, Saint Father points +40】

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding...】

Darren explained stutteringly.

But he couldn't even listen to these explanations himself.

He kept apologizing.

Finally, he was so anxious that his face turned red.

He looked extremely pitiful.

Malfoy angrily threw away his wand.

He turned and walked off the dueling ring.

Why was he competing with a freak like Darren!

Poor him, he trained for a whole summer vacation, only to end up worse than if he had just slacked off!

"Then let me try!"

Cassandra's voice rang out from behind.

Then she also jumped onto the dueling ring.

The third-year students were all very familiar with her.

Not only because she was the only prefect in the third year, but also because of her 'Thunder Dao'. Third-year students had to do as she said, otherwise, punishments would come one after another.

Many third-year students were afraid of her.

They thought Cassandra was extremely annoying.

In the first year, originally, each year needed a female prefect and a male prefect.

But after Cassandra became the female prefect, she also occupied the position of the male prefect.

Only boys who could beat her could be male prefects.

Malfoy originally wanted to be a male prefect, but in the end, he was beaten up by her.

Snape didn't react either, so he must have defaulted to this scene.

Therefore, third-year students had always defaulted to Cassandra being the prefect for both boys and girls...

No one dared to grab it.

But now that Darren was up there, they didn't know how the two of them would compare.

"I... I won't use my power either..."

Just as Darren was saying this, Cassandra's attacks appeared one after another.

He started by wanting to dodge.

Later he discovered that Cassandra's spell attacks were similar to his previous ideas.

It was the kind of thing where she conjured several wands and attacked people from 360 degrees without any dead ends.

This kind of attack was extremely magic-consuming, and the control required was also very strong.

When Cassandra competed with others before, she didn't use this move at all; apparently, compared to him, she brought out her full strength.

If Darren wanted to counterattack, he could directly blast away the wands around him.