Chapter 152
And here at the teacher's table.
Slughorn had just recovered from his shock.
He couldn't help but smile.
"Oh my God, Severus, you hid it so well! You even taught him wandless spellcasting. Oh, this duel is so exciting... Severus?"
He paused and found that Snape didn't respond, so he turned his head curiously, but saw that Snape's eyes were still fixed on Deveraux, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.
Slughorn raised his eyebrows, and a strange thought flashed through his mind: "Could it be... didn't Snape teach him?"
He immediately shook his head and denied his thoughts.
"Impossible! This kind of skill can't be achieved by self-realization! It must be guided by a teacher."
He reconfirmed his speculation that Deveraux's wandless spellcasting must have been taught by Snape.
However, looking at Snape's subtle and complex expression at the moment, Slughorn was confused again: "What's the matter with this expression?"
The other teachers were also shocked to varying degrees.
Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she stood up directly from her seat, staring at Deveraux closely, her eyes full of shock that could not be concealed.
In contrast, Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, had a calm face, as if all this had been expected by him.
After a long while, Professor McGonagall slowly sat down, still with some difficult emotions to calm down. She raised her hand to tidy up her hair that was a little messy because of excitement, and sighed in a low voice.
"Oh my God... I thought Deveraux would win, but I really didn't expect him to win in this way. It was completely beyond my expectations."
After saying that, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her emotions, and then turned to look at Dumbledore and asked.
"By the way, it's almost the end of the first round, why haven't Hagrid and Professor Mesphilos come yet?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly, his tone as calm as ever:
"Hagrid has a new neighbor, and there are some things to deal with. As for Mesphilos, he said that he couldn't find an important book in the school, and he was looking for it everywhere, so he couldn't come. Well... I know his situation very well."
Professor McGonagall nodded and reluctantly accepted this explanation.
At this time, the next group of participating students had already stepped onto the stage, and the competition began again.
——
Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,
The dim lights enveloped the entire room in a depressing atmosphere, and the air was filled with an imperceptible strange chill.
In the center of the classroom, a dark figure was slowly pacing around a complex Egyptian rune formation.
The edge of the formation emitted a faint golden light, outlining a mysterious pattern of a wolf head and a human body.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, the pattern seemed to float slightly, as if it had life and was watching everything in the room.
The man's robe swayed gently with his movements, like the tentacles of some ghost.
At this moment, his face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a twisted smile.
He murmured to himself in a low voice, his voice was like a low chant, with an indescribable mysterious rhythm:
"You know, Albus? Seeing those young souls driven by desire, gradually sliding into the abyss, that slow but irreversible degeneration..."
Here he said, gently stopped, raised his head and closed his eyes, as if immersed in some pleasant fantasy.
Suddenly, a hint of excitement appeared in his low voice, even mixed with a weird smile:
"Especially those students who are ignorant of the world, confused, struggling, at a loss... This is really wonderful, just like a carefully crafted work of art. Hahahahahaha..."
——
The progress of the game was carried out in full swing, and in a blink of an eye, Devereux had already played three rounds.
Every duel was a one-hit kill.
The opponent didn't even have time to raise his wand before he was defeated by his precise wandless casting. This overwhelming performance made the atmosphere of the entire arena more tense.
When Deveraux walked off the stage, his eyes were indifferent, but he was secretly satisfied in his heart. He lowered his head and opened his spell library interface to check the results of the three rounds of competition.
——Almost all the spells commonly used in duels have reached the level of proficiency.
What made him even more happy was that the digestion rate of the [Duelist] entry had exceeded 80%. He could clearly feel that the flow of magic power in his body was becoming more and more free, and the efficiency and accuracy of spellcasting were also higher than before.
He felt that if he could reach 100% digestion this time.
Then his dueling ability would definitely be a huge leap!
He might even learn Flitwick's bottom-of-the-box spell!
And the students were talking about Deveraux's terrifying performance.
"Hey, who can force Deveraux to use the wand?"
"I think it must be Watson or Harris. Percy's performance in the past few games is not very good. It seems that he has not woken up. It is even worse than last week. I guess he is not Deveraux's opponent."
"Yeah, I think so too. Hey! Look, Percy almost lost!"
At this time, everyone's attention was attracted to Percy's game on the ring.
Percy's opponent suddenly swung a disarming spell and went straight to his chest!
Percy dodged sideways narrowly, and the red light brushed his waist and almost hit him.
He clenched his teeth, and his eyes became sharp and fierce.
His posture suddenly changed from slightly dull to aggressive, like a beast cornered.
"Expelliarmus!!"
Suddenly, Percy swung a spell at an astonishing speed!
The opponent immediately raised his wand and chanted an armor spell in an attempt to resist.
However, when the transparent shield came into contact with Percy's spell, it collapsed instantly like a piece of paper being swallowed by flames!
The next second, Percy's spell hit the target - his opponent was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain but unable to stand up again.
The entire audience burst into thunderous cheers, especially the Gryffindor students, who almost stood up to cheer him.
But Devereux did not join in the enthusiastic cheers.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the trajectory of the spell just now, a trace of doubt and vigilance passing through his mind.
At this moment, a familiar system prompt sounded:
【bite! 】
[New spells have been added to the inventory! 】
[Spell Library: Decay Spell (Introduction)]
"Corruption spell? Dark magic?"
Devereaux's eyes were even colder.
He calmly glanced at Percy, who was still standing on the ring. The man lowered his wand and walked off the stage expressionlessly. He looked the same as usual except for his hair getting longer.
(Third update! Can you please push for more updates? I feel like there has been less interaction recently....(╥_╥))