Everyone watched at Severus and Cassius bowed to each other before taking up their dueling stances, Harry snickered as worry flickered across Warrington’s face before the first spell was cast. It was a relatively boring duel with minor Jinxes and Curses thrown, it barely lasted three minutes before Warrington was hit with a Stupify and slumped to the ground knocked out. Rolling his obsidian eyes Severus revived him and sent him to stand off to the side while beckoning to Peter Blishwick. As a Knight, it was expected that he would last longer than Warrington. The fifth year did well, dodging and sending spells back, but he still only lasted seven minutes against the Potions Master. Taking a deep breath, Gemma Farley walked forward, her eyes focused, the sixth year bowed at her professor before moving back and taking up her own stance. It was more advanced than Warrington’s, her blue eyes narrowed as she watched Severus for any sign of movement, her wrist holding her wand was loose and relaxed. The second Severus sent a spell towards her she leapt to the left before sending her own back at him fiercely. Harry was impressed as she twirled around avoiding more and more spells, she sent her own back, a few even Harry hadn’t heard of before. She lasted around eight minutes, five whole minutes longer than Warrington who was now glaring at her from his spot beside the other competitors. Grinning she bowed at Severus in respect before retaking her place in the line. Lucian Bole stepped forward next, Harry grimaced in disgust as he wiped his sweaty hands on his robes, he wasn’t the only one either Hermione had scrunched up her face, Gemma had wrinkled her nose delicately and Severus sneered at him. It was over rather quickly for Bole, he lasted longer than Warrington, but still four minutes shorter than Gemma, and three minutes shorter than Blishwick, he left the floor looking dejected. Marcus stepped forward, a dark smirk on his face, he knew he could do it, he only had to beat Blishwicks time to qualify for the final fight. Eight minutes and four seconds later Marcus bowed proudly after being revived, his dark eyes full of satisfaction as the other three males were sent away.