Lucius Malfoy looked at the young man. Dewey looked back at Lucius Malfoy, his eyes sincere, warm, and fervent.
Dewey didn't try to touch his wand or shout the name of a spell. Unlike a Hit Wizard, Lucius Malfoy was even more difficult to deal with than an average Auror.
When Voldemort had tortured Muggles with all kinds of spells, Lucius had been right there at the forefront.
When it came time to surrender, he hadn't been slow, either.
For such a turncoat to have survived, it wasn't just thanks to his cunning. He'd also put a great deal of effort into the art of staying alive. Dewey knew he didn't have much time. From beginning to end, he had to keep things to about two minutes.
That meant he either killed Lucius instantly or fled when time ran out.
He couldn't fail.
He had to attack by surprise.
The harder Dewey's heart pounded, the clearer his mind became.
All he needed was to win.
He didn't care about anything else.
A sneak attack.
Dewey immediately knew what to do.
When one side was prepared and the other caught off guard, a wizard who struck first had roughly a hundred percent chance of winning in the Wizarding World—assuming the two wizards were evenly matched.
In the future, when Voldemort took control of Hogwarts, Flitwick hadn't believed Snape would attack him. Snape had taken him down with a single spell. There were plenty of other examples just like it.
As he looked at Lucius, Dewey spoke, but at the same time, he silently cast "Expelliarmus."
He didn't call out the spell or draw his wand.
This was already master-level silent, Wandless Magic.
It was an astonishing feat!
Lucius Malfoy and Goyle beside him hadn't even reacted yet. Lucius was still impatiently