This time Hutton's spell was so strong that it blasted his opponent backwards, never mind just disarming him of his wand – and young Mr. Potter went thudding off the dais and into a wall.

Shit. "Mr. Hutton takes the point – and Mr. Potter had better see the nurse, I think," Tybalt declared, worried the boy would have rather a horrible concussion. Mr. Hutton would have to go through to the next round in his stead.

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