He was distracted by the rage, throwing diffindo’s until enough of them had the man lowering his arm in pain. It wasn't much of a duell. Draco had two months of bitter rage built up inside him and the fiery reconciliation of seeing Hermione again to fuel his firepower. He cast curses at the opponent facing him without any touch of remorse to make him falter. He blocked the oncoming spells with ease, although his muscles were starting to feel weakened from exertion - his magic was better than ever.