The audience collectively held their breath as the spells shot past one another, but Scrimgeour's attack whizzed past Lupin's ear, and if this had been a real duel, any further attacks rendered futile by the now-stony wand in his grasp.

Undoing the effects (with a care not to roll his eyes at all this), Evander nodded towards Lupin. "Mr. Lupin takes the round. His turn to cast."

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