"I told you! Even if Flitwick stepped in himself, he might not be a match for Devereux!"
Ron jumped up in excitement, grabbing Harry and shouting, his face filled with fanatical worship. In stark contrast to his agitation was Hermione, standing beside him. She was dumbfounded, her hands gripping the edge of the Great Hall’s long table so tightly her knuckles were white, her face a mask of shock. The dragon-like spell from just moments ago had been so powerful that the air in the entire hall seemed to have caught fire. Even now that the flames had dissipated, she still felt as though she could smell the scorching heat in the air.
"That was... that was the most powerful spell we’ve ever seen, wasn't it?" Her voice trembled, as if she were speaking to herself.
Chapter 154