Alexandre was very gifted in Charms. His dueling skills were phenomenal, but even he was just one man. The most talented duelist would eventually meet someone who was better. Or be forced to face down too many at once. Hermione had a curse on the tip of her tongue ready to shout out if she could keep her trembling hand steady. Before she could utter it, she witnessed the quiet, bookish man crumple to the ground. All she could see in the dim light was the blood running down from the top of his head.