Chapter 103

"Collapse!"

"Expelliarmus!"

For a moment.

In a cramped room.

The air seemed to explode.

The two noticed something strange about each other almost at the same time.

The response was swift.

The spell split the air.

But Devereaux is a [Duelist] after all!

A doctor challenged him.

That's really not a good enough level.

I saw Devereux casting the spell at the moment.

His sideways dive was quick and precise. ,

Easily evaded the stun spell shot by Plaut.

Bang!

The spell hit the iron door behind Devereux.

The loud noise shook the whole room.

The door panel was instantly bent and deformed.

The edges made a harsh scraping sound.

Patients waiting outside heard what sounded like an explosion.

Everyone was stunned.

Craning your neck to see what was going on.

As for why the other party didn't just use the Death Curse to take his life.

He didn't have time to think about this for the moment.

Plaut apparently underestimated Devereaux's reflexes and dueling experience.

She didn't even expect this young-looking student to be so decisive.

Just before the opponent's spell is about to be cast again.

Devero's disarming spell had hit accurately.

Bang!

Prout's wand was knocked away.

The whole person was pushed by the curse and hit the desk.

The papers on the table were scattered all over the floor.

Dust is flying.

Devereaux didn't hesitate.

He rushed forward with a lunge.

Press the wand hard against Prout's temple.

He did not use the coma spell directly according to his previous experience.

This is not customary.

But strategy.

It's the confidence that comes with his increased combat experience!

He will take advantage of this opportunity to complete his plan!

"The soul returns to the body!"

A flash of emerald green light emerged from the wand.

Prout's stiff body shook violently.

The Imperius Curse that held her was visibly beginning to weaken.

But it is not completely lifted.

Devereaux frowned.

The magic power of the other party's caster is quite powerful!

But this is the opportunity for him! !

"Spell Tracking!"

Devereaux quickly cast a second spell.

It's a counter-positioning mantra he learned from Moody's entry on experience.

The identity of the caster can be traced through the residual aura of magic.

In an instant.

A face appeared in his mind.

It was a familiar face—so familiar that his mind went blank for a moment.

He froze.

I can hardly believe my eyes.

Is it him? ! How could he have anything to do with all this? !

However, the other party obviously noticed the traces of being tracked.

The magic wave disappeared instantly.

The control of the Imperius Curse was quickly severed.

After a violent convulsion, Prout was in front of Devereaux.

Collapsed to the ground.

Sanity restored.

Footsteps outside were approaching rapidly.

The patients and doctors were obviously attracted by the movement just now.

Devereaux stood up abruptly.

His eyes were fixed on the twisted iron door.

The door frame was dented by the spell just now.

Apparently it cannot be opened easily.

Instinctively he raised his wand and prepared to force the door open.

Just then.

A cold and trembling hand grabbed his wrist.

"Don't go, kid! It's too dangerous!"

It's Prout.

She turned pale.

His eyes were full of fear and pleading.

The voice was almost crying.

Devereux turned to look at her.

A confident smile curved her lips.

His eyes were as cold as knives.

"Danger? Haha, he is the one in danger."

The words have not yet finished.

He jerked Prout's hand away.

Point your wand directly at the iron door.

After confirming that no one has arrived yet.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Bang!

The iron door was blown away by the huge force of the explosion.

Hitting the wall of the corridor hard.

After deformation, it makes a harsh metal friction sound.

Dust scatters.

The walls in the ward shook faintly.

Devereaux controls the power.

The explosion was not allowed to spread throughout the treatment room.

But the corridor was already in chaos.

The patients screamed and fled in all directions.

He leaned over and scratched his legs.

Quickly say the movement speed-increasing spell Moody used.

The next second.

His body seemed to be lifted up by the wind.

Rush out of the treatment room at breakneck speed.

Even Prout's shouts were left behind.

Ms. Prout was left slumped at her desk in shock.

In the corridor.

The patients who were queuing just now were already making a pot of porridge.

He stared in shock at the blown-up iron door and the boy who rushed out.

Someone was about to yell angrily.

But he saw Devero passing by like a gust of wind.

A strong wind blew along the way.

He rushed to the edge of the stairs.

There was no pause.

Step with both feet.

Just jump off!

"Oh my God, is he crazy?!"

"Stop that kid! He's about to jump!"

Shouts of surprise exploded behind him.

The wizards who witnessed this scene were stunned with fear.

The moment he was about to land.

Devereaux pointed his wand sharply at his chest.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The air became stagnant.

His fall slowed down instantly.

Land gently on the ground.

There was almost no pause.

He straightened up.

His eyes locked on the black figure rushing towards the exit of the waiting room.

"He ran pretty fast!"

Devereaux sneered.

Raise your wand and aim at the shadow.

"Collapse!"

A powerful red beam flew out from the tip of the wand.

With a sharp sound breaking through the air, it rushed straight into the black shadow.

The improvement brought about by practicing meditation day and night during this period.

Devereaux's magic power has long exceeded that of ordinary adult wizards.

This spell is unstoppable! !

Bang!

The red light accurately hit the black shadow.

The target suddenly let out a piercing scream.

However.

To Devero's disbelief.

The black shadow did not fall down.

Instead, it shook violently.

Still rushing towards the exit.

The speed does not slow down at all.

"How is that possible?!"

Devereaux's eyes flashed with shock.

But the movement of his feet never stopped.

He gritted his teeth and chased after him.

He dashed towards the waiting room door.

The wand tightened in his hand.

The screams and chaotic din of the onlookers could be heard.

However, all this seemed to be isolated from his mind.

"Get out of the way!"

Devereux shouted.

There was an unmistakable urgency in his voice.

in the corridor.

Patients and medical staff were frightened by his explosive dash and retreated.

He even knocked over a therapy cart pushing pill bottles.

The glass bottle shattered to the ground.

The potion was spilled all over the floor.

Emits a pungent odor.

"Crazy! This is a hospital!"

shouted a wizard angrily.

He almost dropped the wand in his hand.

The moment I rushed out of the waiting room.

Devereux found himself on a wide street.

The sun fills the ground.

Probably because it was the weekend.

Many people brought their families out for shopping and entertainment.

The shops on both sides are bustling.

People were busy chatting.

In the middle of the street.

Many people have been attracted by the movement just now.

They all gathered around.

Pointing at Devereaux who suddenly appeared.

And that dark shadow.

It has long since disappeared without a trace.

"Damn..."

Devereaux cursed under his breath.

He knows.

The other party must have used apparation.

When looking back.

He saw that hospital staff had begun to come out to maintain order.

And cast an oblivion charm on the Muggles who were watching.

Devereux stood there.

Clutching the wand tightly.

Chest rises and falls sharply.

My mind was in chaos.

The scene brought about by the anti-tracking spell just now appeared in front of me again - that all-too-familiar face.

How could it appear here?

His voice was inaudible.

But there was deep shock and confusion:

"Vega...what's going on?!"