"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Malfoy leaped to the front of the classroom. At that moment, the people around him dispersed.
"Save that for yourself."
After saying that, Aglaea jumped to the front desk too.
Professor Mellors put his hands into his sleeves and slowly stepped forward. He stood between Malfoy and Aglaia and said calmly:
"I never stop students from using standard wizard methods to resolve conflicts. However, duels within the academy should not go too far.
As the arbiter, I have the final say. Since this is an irrefutable result, do you have any objections? "
Both sides shook their heads in silence.
Professor Mellors continued, "According to the rules of duels, you have the right to choose your two assistants. If one side loses, the other side must replace the other. The winner of two out of three matches will be eliminated."
Aglaia immediately turned to look at Hoffa and Miranda. Miranda shrugged and stood behind her on her left.
Looking at her blue eyes, Huo Fa knew that a fight was about to break out. Aglaea hoped that he could be her assistant in the duel.
He silently stood on Aglaia's right and narrowed his eyes.
Hoffa had a feeling that this generation's Malfoy was not as useless as Dracula Malfoy.
Abraxas Malfoy turned around and waved his green robe, pointing at Tom Riddle and another tall Slythrin.
"You two, come with me!"
They strode to the side of the classroom.
Tom Riddle pursed his lips, but his eyes were fixed on Hoffa's face.
At this moment, all the wizards in the classroom stood up. No matter which school they were from, they all took out their wands and waved them down solemnly.
It was as if they were holding some kind of ceremony.
Hoffa whispered to Aglaia, "Can you do it? If not, let me or Miranda take your place."
He was telling the truth. Malfoy did not look like an idiot at all. Aglaia might know a lot, but she was no different from Zhao Kuo who only knew how to talk on paper. Her combat experience was definitely not as good as his or Miranda's.
Aglaia frowned. "Shut up. If I don't fall, none of you are allowed to attack."
As soon as she finished speaking, all the students around her swung their wands. They shouted in unison, and their momentum was astonishing.
Hoffa looked at the students around him, who were pointing their wands at the ground with solemn expressions. He then looked at Dean Gryffindor, who had taken out a piece of parchment and was carefully writing down notes.
He realized that this duel was not the child's play that he had imagined, and it was definitely not the kind of spectacle that would happen fifty years later.
These adepts abnormally followed traditions and rules.
They respect the duel.
Aglaea and Malfoy, on the other hand, quieted down after they stepped into the arena. Both of them were solemn.
Miles: "Three, two, one, start!"
"Snake Spirit!"
Malfoy was the first to wave his wand.
A huge transparent snake suddenly appeared behind Aglaia and bit down.
Aglaia agilely dodged the attack with a roll: "Storm of Crows!"
She opened her arms, and countless crows rolled out of her robe and flew towards Malfoy.
Malfoy sneered as he watched the crows fly towards him: "Is that all you've got, Dracath?"
Malfoy's eyes widened as he finished speaking.
A sharp Spiritual Force Field slashed across.
The crows in the sky suddenly changed their direction and flew towards Aglaia.
Miranda crossed her arms and said in surprise: "Isolation. He actually cut off the connection between Aglaia and magic. This guy is something."
Hoffa, who was watching from the side, had a serious look on his face. Anyone who could develop their own spiritual force field at such a young age was not easy to deal with.
Aglaia did not seem to have thought of this. She took a step back with a frightened look on her face. However, the crows were very fast. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Aglaia and were pecking at her face.
It was a horrifying scene.
However, in the face of this scene, none of the Wizards present had any intention of moving. Miles, Hoffa, and Miranda. Even Malfoy was holding his wand tightly.
Bang!
Aglaia, who was surrounded by the crows, disappeared on the spot.
It was a Replication Spell, a spell that she knew before.
The next second, she appeared less than two meters in front of Malfoy and raised her wand: "Remove your weapon!"
Malfoy was already prepared. He immediately took three steps back and waved his wand: "Armor Protect Me!"
Dong!
A piece of armor fell from the sky and erected a shield, blocking the spell.
However, Aglaia's spell did not cause any reaction when it landed on the armor. There was not even a sound.
Malfoy's expression changed. It was an illusion again.
The real Aglaia appeared behind Malfoy. She had a look of disgust on her face and directly cast a Bat Demon Curse.
At this critical moment, Malfoy gritted his teeth and calmed down. He turned to look at the tall Slytherin beside Tom Riddle. The tall Slytherin immediately stepped forward and prepared to cast a spell.
However, at this moment, as if in slow motion, Malfoy and Slytherin's movements slowed down at the same time. They looked like Alzheimer's patients.
Slytherin did not react at all. Malfoy's expression seemed to have frozen.
The Bat Demon Curse accurately hit Malfoy's body. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times. Countless bats were hanging on his body. He clutched his chest and stood up angrily, roaring: "You cheated!"
Hoffa sensed that something was wrong. He turned to Miranda and asked: "You did this?"
Miranda tilted her head, her lips moving: "Slow Ray."
Hoffa raised an eyebrow.
Miranda sighed softly: "She still lacks experience when it comes to magic battles. She has to guard against more than one opponent in a duel."
Aglaia snorted and pointed at the tall Slytherin. "Who cheated?"
Malfoy looked at the silent Professor Mellors. He jumped up with a cold expression and waved his robe.
"What's there to be proud of? So what if I let you win by one point?"
She laughed loudly, the disgust and pride on her face harmoniously blending into one. "Scram, don't embarrass yourself here. Even if I gave you a million Garen, you'd still be trash!"
Malfoy gritted his teeth and stared at Tom Riddle behind him. He waved his hand angrily and roared:
"Riddle, go!"
Tom Riddle did not have much of an expression. He tilted his head slightly to look at Malfoy, then pulled out his yew wand and walked to the laughing Aglaia. He bowed slightly, then bowed to Professor Mellors, who was hosting the duel.
Mellors nodded slightly.
Aglaia, on the other hand, was extremely arrogant. She raised her chin and looked at the newcomer with disdain: "It's you, Riddle?"
"That's right, please advise me."
Tom Riddle said politely in a low voice.
"Bring it on." Aglaia twirled her wand between her fingers proudly.
Tom Riddle did not waste any time. He pointed his wand at Aglaia: "Death's Rod."
A spell shot out from his wand and turned into a dense number of steel needles as it flew through the air.
Aglaia's face was full of disdain. She raised one hand: "Tariko-Skita."
She appeared with the Flamingo's shield.
"My apologies." Riddle smiled from the other side of the duel stage.
He turned his yew wand around and knelt on one knee. His eyes instantly turned pure black, and he pressed his hand to the ground with a ferocious expression.
At this moment, a strange magic fluctuation made the hair on the back of Hoffa's head stand on end.
A formless black shadow shot out from Riddle's palm and quickly wrapped around Aglaia's body.
Her expression changed drastically. Her arm went limp and the shield disappeared. Her entire body seemed to have been stripped of all her bones in an instant, and she fell limp. In the air, the steel needles formed by the Death's Rod were very close to her.
Miranda was shocked: "Not good, it's a curse spell! Hoffa! Quick! "
She did not need to remind him. The moment Aglaia's shield disappeared, Hoffa disappeared from the spot.
In the next second.
Dong!
A huge broadsword stabbed into the ground and blocked all the needles.
Ding ding dang dang dang sounds could be heard.
The firing needles disappeared. Hoffa pulled out his broadsword and turned to look.
Aglaia saw Aglaia lying on the ground. Her face was pale, her teeth were clenched, and her lips were purple.
"Don't look around," Riddle hissed softly.
"Chain Bind!"
Boom!!
Three chains with purple light danced wildly from Riddle's wand and flew towards Hoffa in a crisscross pattern.
Hoffa tilted his head slightly, kicked Aglaia away, and disappeared from the spot again.
The three chains hit the ground and pierced through the floor. Riddle's body retreated rapidly.
In the shadows, Hoffa's speed was even faster.
He activated Life Conversion. When he appeared again, he was already in front of Riddle.
The sharp broadsword stopped less than a centimeter in front of his head and cut off a few strands of Riddle's hair.
Zizi gasped in shock.
Then, the whole place quieted down.
Riddle's face was pale and cold, but he did not panic. He put away his wand and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Transformation? Interesting. But, Hoffa, is your defense so weak that you can't even cast a shield spell? "
The people below were stunned. They began to whisper among themselves.
Hoffa did not have the time to care about Riddle's mockery. The broadsword turned back into a wand. He retreated to Aglaia's side and squatted down.
Aglaia's eyes were bloodshot. She was breathing with difficulty and her body was twitching.
"What did you do to her?" Hoffa asked.
"What, do I have to explain all my moves to you in the duel, Hoffa, Bach?"
Slytherin burst into laughter.
"Silence." Professor Miles used a calm tone to silence the laughter.
He walked in front of Tom Riddle and sized him up with a strange look in his eyes.
"I can't believe that you have mastered such profound curses. You are indeed Slytherin's descendant. But, do you know how to dispel curses? If you can't, I think you will be locked up in Azkaban. "
"Please look."
Tom smiled. He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
A black shadow was peeled off from Aglaia's body.
He decisively pointed his wand into the distance, and the black shadow immediately wrapped itself around a potted plant on the window sill of the classroom. The potted plant was quickly sucked dry of all its life force and died on the spot. It was extremely strange.
Aglaia finally recovered. She collapsed in Hoffa's arms. She was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. Her breathing gradually stabilized.
Professor Miles clapped his hands. "Very good. Excellent talent. I haven't seen a young person like you in many years."
Then, he slowly walked to Hoffa's side with a regretful expression. "Textbook reaction speed. Not bad transformation. Unfortunately, you have broken the rules of the duel."
Miles said regretfully.
"Although your reaction is very fast, this isn't a transformation class. In my assessment, only black magic and defensive techniques can be used. So, you have failed this assessment. "
After he said this, Aglaia struggled to break free from Hoffa's arms. She staggered to her feet, kicked aside the chair beside her, and stumbled out of the door.
Hoffa and Miranda looked at each other and quickly chased after her.
After a long chase, they finally caught up with Aglaia.
On the balcony in the corner, she was gripping the railing tightly and biting her lips. Her face was full of unwillingness and frustration.
Hoffa looked at her and knew that she was at the bottom of her life.
He whispered to Miranda, "You shouldn't have let me go. If you had used a curse, we might have had a chance."
Miranda shook her head. "You reacted faster than me. In that situation, it was useless for me to go. When he used that spell, Slythrin's group had already won. "
Hoffa frowned and asked, "What kind of spell was that?"
"His other curses were very ordinary. They were just ordinary attack curses. But the one he used on Aglaia … "
Miranda's face was pale. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
"Slytherin's Curse Spell."
It was Aglaia who spoke. Her voice was hoarse.
"The Four-Headed Salazar Slytherin created black magic. It's one of the most powerful curse-type spells in the legends. It can drain the life and magic of the victim, making the victim so weak that they can't use any magic."
"It's that strong?"
Hoffa was dumbfounded. That black shadow was actually a rare curse-type spell, and it was a spell created by Slytherin himself.
"Is there no way to break it?"
"It's almost unbreakable. Once it's cast, there are only two ways to break it. The first is to replace the victim with another life. The second is to kill the caster. Not only do you have to kill the caster, but you also have to destroy the source of the caster's magic. Otherwise, the spell will continue to follow the victim until they die of weakness. "
Hoffa was surprised. "Then wouldn't Dell be invincible?"
"Not exactly invincible." It was Miranda who spoke. She sighed. "Any extraordinary spell has an extraordinary price. Especially curse-type spells, they all have very strong side effects. It's very harmful to one's life and rationality.
It's said that Salazar Slytherin gradually fell into madness in his later years because he used this spell. In the end, he left the school. But these are all legends. No one knows if they're true or not. "
After she finished speaking, the three of them all fell silent.
After a long time, Aglaia finally recovered from the shadow of defeat. She curled her lips unwillingly.
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