At this time, the short Professor Flick was trying to avoid being knocked down by the running adepts. He stuck close to the wall and quickly moved along the entrance tunnel. However, the Death Eater he saw earlier had already merged into the crowd, and he could not find any trace of him.
Finally, at a fork where there were relatively fewer people, Fleevy placed the end of his wand on the ground. After the wand fell naturally, he quickly moved in the direction the tip of the wand was aiming at. Although Fleevy did not have much of a gift for prophecy, as a Ravenclaw, he would more or less use some of the techniques that the wizards from other academies might find unreliable.
Fleevy repeated the same steps and was somewhat disappointed to find that he had reached the exit of the duel arena. Outside the door, countless wizards were quickly leaving the arena on flying brooms or flying carpets. The vendors also did not care about the goods on them and quickly left, bypassing the obstacles such as Boothbottom's rune horse or someone's gray horse carriage.
Then, with the intention of trying out his new form, Fleevy's wand led him back to the duel arena. However, this time, they were in the basement of the duel arena. Some shady corridors blocked out the noise outside.
The deeper he went into the underground storage room of the duel arena, the lighter Professor Fleevy's footsteps became. The space was very large, and the sloping roof and bare stone walls continued the idea of blending into the natural environment. The magic torches on the wall emitted a ghostly green light, making the tall and wide basement even more gloomy.
Because this was not a tourist area, there was no magic to adjust the temperature. The hot and humid air surrounded him, and the air was suffocating. Various magic potions, magic lamps, and some building materials were transported and hidden in the storage room.
Walking along the corridor, Fleevy passed by a tall glass cabinet with many trophies on it. He heard a somewhat excited murmur in the distance, and then he was sure that Lady Luck was on his side today. The voice was very rough, and with a hint of madness, it kept repeating, "Burn them, burn them …"
After casting a Phantom Body Spell on himself, Flick turned to the shelf with a high shelf that was as high as his shoulder. Feeling strange, he found the wanted criminal he wanted to catch earlier — Rudolphus Lestrange and a few guys in black cloaks.
Rudolphus was pouring a huge wooden barrel and placing a short white candle in it. Once it was lit, it would probably burn out in a few minutes. Then, he would be able to ignite the oil that was leaking out of the barrel.
Professor Fleevy was so shocked that he held onto the wall beside him. He was horrified to realize that the despicable conspirators were not only trying to assassinate Allen, but also the people who tried to assassinate Family Harris. Once the Greek Fire was ignited and exploded, not only the wizards in Harris' box above would not survive, but also half of the dueling arena. Even if the outer circle was affected by such a powerful explosion, there would be a lot of casualties.
Without hesitation, Professor Fleevy immediately used his Phantom Spell to summon the white candle into his hand. Then, before the enemy could react, a blue light flew out from the tip of his wand. The tallest wizard among the group of Death Eaters was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground. The back of his head hit the cold ground hard, and the barrel in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Rudolphus raised his head abruptly, and his ferocious face froze in surprise when he saw nothing. Then he looked down and saw the short Professor Fleevy who was beginning to appear.
Professor Flick was a little surprised that his powerful stun did not seem to have much effect on the wizard who was knocked down. It was as if the wizard was only knocked down by the impact of the spell, and the spell did not work on him at all. All he needed to do was to get back on his feet.
"Professor Fleevy?!" Rudolphus' voice sounded as if his vocal cords had been scraped by sandpaper. His red eyes looked at the wizard again and said, "It's a pity that I met you here. As a professor I like very much, I have to end your life."
Professor Fleevy saw that the wizard's face was as pale as a drowned corpse, and his body seemed to have no breath of life. He had seen a lot of such things on the floating city recently. Obviously, these people were undead and were immune to spells like Stun.
However, Professor Fleevy dared not let his guard down. As undead, they might be stronger and more difficult to deal with than when they were alive.
"Rudolphus, do you know what you're doing?" Professor Fleevy's shrill voice was filled with sadness. He advised loudly, "Not only did you use the dueling skills I taught you to become a Death Eater, but now you've turned yourself into this? I don't even know how to face the portraits of your ancestors … "
"Rita is the odd one out in our family, but I'm sorry …" Rudolphus licked his lips and quickly pulled out his wand. A beam of green light shot out from the tip of his wand towards Professor Flick.
However, Professor Fleevy, who was experienced in dueling, waved his wand almost as quickly. Eight mirror images of himself appeared where he was standing. As a Master Spellcaster, he was not against the ancient magic taught by Allen. On the contrary, he asked them to learn it first and taught it to the students. He was also very interested in learning a lot of ancient magic.
At this time, the other black-robed men also began to shoot Avada's Death Curse at Professor Flavi. However, they could only see and hear. They could not tell which of the nine Professor Flavi was the real one.
When the curse hit the mirror images, the images disappeared like water ripples. However, the remaining Fleevy made a casting gesture at the same time. The glass cabinet behind Professor Fleevy broke into pieces and flew out, turning into a flock of golden birds that attacked Rudolphus and the others. Their sharp beaks were like sharp daggers, stabbing into the bodies of the black-robed men who could not dodge in time.
However, for these men who were essentially lifeless, these cuts could only inflict small wounds. The fragments embedded in their lifeless bodies could not affect their movements. The black-robed men, who were already ferocious to begin with, were now filled with hatred for the living. They continued to cast more curses in an attempt to kill the wizard who suddenly appeared in their way.
However, because of Professor Fleevy's short stature, it was difficult for them to aim their curses at him without missing. The green Avatar Death Curse shattered many equipment and cabinets behind Professor Fleevy. Although some of the curses also penetrated the mirror images of Professor Fleevy, Professor Fleevy was still unharmed.
"Idiots, work harder! Use AoE spells to destroy the mirror images first!" Rudolphus shouted angrily. Without hesitation, he shot out orange-yellow flames from his wand, which turned into a huge fire serpent. The fire serpent quickly darted toward Fleevy and successfully destroyed three of his opponent's clones before the spell lost its effect.
"Poof!"
However, the black-robed men around Rudolphus were reduced to pieces after a short sound of flesh being torn apart. Professor Fleevy was no stranger to the undead. Since he had discovered their identity, he was not stupid enough to cast a useless spell on them. Before he fired the ten thousand bullets at the same time to ignite the fragments, he had already cast a Supreme Magic Technique that delayed the effect of the spell. Not long after the fragments were embedded in the unconscious bodies of the undead, they quickly enlarged under the effect of the simple spell, causing the black-robed men to be shredded into pieces in an instant.
"Rudolphus, I should have taught you that there is no such thing as a useless spell." Fleevy gracefully pointed the tip of his wand at Rudolphus. "Is that little fool of a brother of yours still alive? Surrender yourself. The Lestrange family may seem to have no more descendants, but I will plead with Allen. At least your condition will not end the family's line … "
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