The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 26- The Disastrous Duel

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Harry stayed at the Great Hall for several hours, trying to give everyone a personalized card of their choice, talking them out of trading his Dumbledores, and making them stop exalting him as the greatest player. Even Hermione got a little fame, though Harry noticed she left the room far earlier than he did.

It was well past midnight when Harry finally returned to his dormitory and woke up not too much later, having what felt like about a minute's rest, ready to begin one of the hardest days of his life. It was going to start with the Dueling Club's presentation at breakfast and then go into the Quidditch Final that night.

"Man, Harry," said Ron the next morning at breakfast. "You look... tired."

"Yeah, all those fans of mine drove me crazy last night," sighed Harry, collapsing into his chair at the Gryffindor table.

"I don't know why they all wanted your autograph," said Ron, returning to his food. "After all, it was Hermione who won the game."

"Yeah, only about ten people came to me after the match, but about five times more came to you," whined Hermione.

"Well that's because I was the one with the Dumbledores," said Harry.

"But it wasn't even you that merged them together to create the Ultimate Dumbledore," she continued. "I did that!"

"The kids don't care about who did the merging," said Harry lazily. "All they care about is who was controlling the fighter... and that was me."

"Well that's not very fair," she moaned again.

"Shh!" said Ron. "Professor Flitwick's coming up to the front of the room. It's almost time to begin the duel!"

"Oh no, not now..." sighed Harry. "I'm so tired...."

"Well you'd better wake up, because it's time to duel."

"Attention students! Attention!" announced Professor Flitwick. "Attention please!

It is time for the Dueling Club to show off their skills to you all!"

It was easy to tell the members of the Dueling Club out of the rest of the students

in the Hall. While everyone else was clapping and cheering, their heads were held down low, too tired to fight.

"This will be one of the most interesting matches so far in the history of the club, as it will involve all of you in this room."

"Will it, Harry?" asked Ron amongst excited talk from everyone in the Hall.

"This was mostly his idea, not mine," groaned Harry. "I think it's a little... excessive, but it's what he wanted."

"If you would," continued Flitwick, "I would ask for all of you that are members of the Club to step up here next to me, and everyone else to just stand up where you are."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Dueling Club stood up and walked up to the head of the room, and looked out at the rest of the school, all standing up at attention to them, with slightly confused expressions, wondering how they could all participate in the duel.

"Now, don't be startled," said Professor Flitwick, taking out his wand. "But you are all going to be encased in small, glass boxes and then float up to random points in the air in this room."

"What!?" yelled everyone at once.

"Glassium Boxius Tutemae!" yelled Flitwick. A thousand clear ribbons erupted out of the tip of his wand, flying through the room, touching each person, and forming four glass walls around them, putting everyone into small glass boxes, just as Professor Flitwick had said. It was quite a spectacular sight, seeing all of them rise at different points in the air, each containing a different person with a different expression on his or her face: excitement, terror, it was all good.