The final began, Hermione flicked her wand, and a red light shot towards Emil in an instant.
It was her signature quick Disarming Charm.
Emil's Disarming Charm was only slightly slower than hers, and the two red lights collided, bursting into intense sparks.
Finding herself not gaining the upper hand, Hermione had to continue her original tactics, firing Disarming Charms, Stunning Spells, Incarcerous Spells, Leg-Locking Curses, one after another towards her opponent.
And Emil seemed unwilling as well, starting off with intense methods, also frequently casting Petrifying Spells and Stunning Spells at Hermione.
The two immediately tangled up, with various magical states constantly changing.
Shield Charm and Imperturbable Charm either bounced off or disappeared after a burst of sparks.
Emil was indeed a powerful wizard. In the process of dueling Hermione, he didn't fall behind at all.
However, as the battle continued, his attacks gradually became more vicious and fierce. The spells he cast evolved from ordinary charms and curses to dark magic.
These kinds of spells were much harder to resist. Exploding Curses, Severing Charms, and Cutting Spells were all extremely powerful dark magic.
Ordinary wizards' Shield Charms and Barrier Spells couldn't resist such attacks at all.
Even Hermione, with her strong magical abilities, had to loudly chant spells, using her wand to cast Shield Charms for herself.
She couldn't rely solely on silent casting as before, or even deflect her opponent's attacks with wand movements alone.
All the spells that were deflected hit the arena, causing violent explosions, with rubble flying everywhere. Under Emil's bombardment, the arena became pockmarked.
Many wizards in the audience were sweating for Hermione. Many of them had a strong liking for this girl who had made it to the finals at such a young age.
When they saw the perilous situation Hermione was in now, even some of the heckling spectators were silently praying for her in their hearts.
No one wanted this talented girl to be seriously injured in this duel.
Finally, Emil seemed a bit impatient.
"You little brat, taste this move, all shall perish!"
Flames erupted from the tip of Emil's wand — this was Fiendfyre.
Emil actually used the Fiendfyre curse.
How could he use such magic?
Hermione felt like her body was running out of energy.
Although the Fiendfyre curse was dark magic, it wasn't an Unforgivable Curse.
However, even so, few people would use this move in a wizard's duel.
Because Fiendfyre couldn't be controlled. Even the caster of the curse was no exception.
Fiendfyre was a rather vicious form of dark magic.
Except for specialized counter-curses, it couldn't be extinguished or cancelled, and once it was used, it would continue to burn and expand.
It would burn anything magical and attempt to devour all life.
So unless it was for mutual destruction, hardly anyone would use this move in a wizard's duel.
At this moment, the ground in front of Hermione was already filled with Fiendfyre.
Helplessly, she had to turn around and run, but the raging flames chased after her, devouring everything in the arena.
Wherever the blaze of fire went, they turned into ashes.
Around the arena, all the referees had already stood up, each of them drawing their wands, guarding against the Fiendfyre spreading beyond the arena.
At this moment, Hermione looked pale, her face filled with fear.
In this instant, she thought of more than a year ago, when she and Penelope ran frantically in the corridors of the school, chased by a giant serpent.
In the end, it was Alaric who appeared in time and saved them.
On Halloween night of the first year, it was that boy who stood up. At the critical moment, he saved her life from the giant monster's hands.
In the past, she was so weak.
Although none of the professors' questions could stump her, when facing any danger, she was always as fragile as a baby, always needing that boy to step forward to avert the danger.
But now she was no longer weak. Did she still need that boy to step forward and protect her every time?
No, it's just Fiendfyre. I can deal with it on my own.
Hermione thought to herself.
Calm down, calm down, think carefully.
Hermione wasn't unfamiliar with the Anti-Fiendfyre Curse, but it took time because each person's Fiendfyre was different.
But now, the Fiendfyre was already on her tail, leaving her no time to react, so she had to find a way to delay it.
But Fiendfyre couldn't be blocked by magic. Even Shield Charms would be consumed by the flames. Once it touched the body, it would spread rapidly, so...
Right, Fiendfyre was attracted to life. So it would be drawn to living beings.
But now Hermione was on the arena instead of in the wilderness, and there were no ready-made living beings to use.
Right, there was still Transfiguration. If she wanted something, Transfiguration was the most convenient spell.
So Hermione immediately made up her mind.
She picked up some rubble from the ground and used Transfiguration on them.
In an instant, the rubble turned into white doves. Hermione let go, and these doves flew out of her hands.
The doves flew above the Fiendfyre, and the Fiendfyre immediately burned towards them.
One or two of them were instantly burned to ashes, but more doves successfully diverted the Fiendfyre's attention, leading it in another direction.
This gave Hermione a moment to catch her breath.
She turned around, calmly looking at the direction of the Fiendfyre, and slowly cast the Anti-Fiendfyre Curse.
Under the influence of the Anti-Fiendfyre Curse, the large swathes of flames immediately trembled but did not disappear.
So Hermione changed her tone again and used the Anti-Fiendfyre Curse once more.
This time, the spell finally took effect, dissolving the Fiendfyre slowly, retreating, and gradually disappearing into nothingness.
Hermione looked at Emil on the opposite side.
Because he had to exert considerable effort to control the Fiendfyre after using it, Emil seemed to be out of magical energy at the moment.
"You've lost, Mr. Emil," Hermione wiped the sweat from her forehead, proudly addressing her opponent.
"Using Fiendfyre must have cost you a lot of magic. You're no longer my match now. Surrender."
"Don't even think about making me surrender," Emil angrily raised his wand, shouting.
"How could I lose to such a little girl like you? Avada Kedavra!"
In the audience, Alaric's pupils suddenly shrank. "It's the Killing Curse, damn it! How dare he?"
His hand had already grasped his wand, ready to block these terrifying attacks for Hermione at any moment.
The Killing Curse was a very evil curse, the most cruel one among the Unforgivable Curses.
It couldn't be blocked by magic. Faced with the Killing Curse, one could only use sturdy physical defenses to resist it, or dodge.
And at this moment, Hermione came up with a another strategy.
Just like in her previous battle, Hermione once again came up with a way to block the killing curse with living creatures.
Without thinking, she used shapeshifting on the nearby rubble, turning into a big dog, and made it pounce in the direction of the killing curse.
The pale green light immediately swallowed up the big dog, and the next moment the dog died and turned into a dead dog.
However, the green light only decreased a little and still flew in the direction of Hermione.
But, the dog alleviated the situation, and Hermione turned the surrounding stones into small animals: kittens, mice, and rabbits all pounced on the killing curse.
Finally, after killing a white mouse that flew over, the killing curse finally disappeared.And Hermione responded immediately.
A Stunning Spell quickly hit Emil's body, and he was thrown away and fainted on the ground.
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