Chapter 73

The dim light sprinkled on the ancient stone road.

It reflected the long black robe of Professor Snape.

Deveraux followed closely behind.

His heart was filled with both nervousness and expectation.

They walked through the winding corridor.

There were portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.

The characters in the paintings chattered.

It was probably time for them to visit each other.

They seemed to be observing the master and apprentice quietly.

Occasionally.

They would meet the knights transformed from stone pillars.

Deveraux looked at them with satisfaction.

These stone guardians were completely like humans.

They had soft-looking skin and hair.

They also gave people a very reliable feeling.

They had firm eyes and steady steps.

They remained highly vigilant even in the quiet night.

Whenever these knights passed by Deveraux.

He always wanted to say hello or ask a few questions.

But Professor Snape was like a gust of cold wind.

Walked straight ahead.

There was no intention to stop.

There was no intention to discuss with Deveraux why these knights appeared.

Deveraux was looking forward to Snape asking this question.

He didn't mind seeing Snape's shocked expression again.

Of course Snape wouldn't do that.

Finally.

They came to a spacious hall.

Pushed the door open.

A cool breath rushed towards him.

In sharp contrast to the cold outside.

The spatial layout of this classroom is very similar to the place where Deveraux took the spell test when he first entered Hogwarts.

It's just that the decoration here is closer to actual combat.

There are all kinds of protective gear and long knives, spears, short swords and other things that don't look like what wizards would use.

The walls are covered with robes and blankets with runes painted on them.

There is a special magical atmosphere in the air.

It makes Deveraux feel that his body is gradually recovering.

There is even an illusion of returning to the field he is best at.

"This was once a place where the older generation of wizards practiced their skills to fight against dark wizards."

Snape's voice was deep and powerful.

"Now, it will become a place for you to improve yourself."

Deverot looked around.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He felt his heart beating very fast!

He felt like he could finally show off his skills.

Of course, this was partly due to the surge of magic power gradually reviving.

This place seemed to have some ritual magic bonus.

So the speed of magic power recovery was much faster than outside.

And his previous practice of meditation only restored magic power to about half of the peak.

That is to say, he was still in a state of insufficient mana.

So his pleasure of magic power recovery was stronger.

But he knew.

The most important thing was that he had copied Professor Flitwick's [Dueler] entry before.

Those rich duel experience and skills were like a clear spring.

Injected into his heart and mind.

It has become a part of him.

At this moment.

The wand in his hand seemed to become heavier.

But he held it tighter.

His fingers trembled slightly - that was excitement, not fear.

Professor Snape stood in the middle of the classroom.

With his back to the rows of neatly arranged props.

Turning to face Deveraux.

"Today, you will learn not only a skill, but also an art - the art of magic duel. Before that, well, although I don't think it's useful, I must tell you the basic rules and etiquette of resolving duels, because I heard that you didn't go to class today."

His voice was like the cold wind in winter.

He said with a little disdain for the rules of duels.

"First of all, both parties in the duel should respect each other. Regardless of the victory or defeat, maintaining elegance and dignity is an essential quality for every wizard. Before the duel begins, both parties should show respect by bowing to each other."

His voice rose slightly.

"Furthermore, once the duel begins, it shall not be stopped without authorization unless one party admits defeat or cannot continue to fight. But at the same time, if you feel that you can't continue, you can declare surrender at any time to avoid unnecessary harm."

Professor Snape's eyes became more playful.

"Finally, I need to emphasize that duels are activities set up to improve oneself and test skills, not for revenge or malicious harm to others. Therefore, what you show in a duel is not only your skills, but also your character as a wizard."

Deverot's mouth twitched when he heard it.

He felt that Snape was about to laugh when he read out these rules.

These things really don't seem like something Snape would follow.

Snape looks like the kind of guy who would take revenge in a duel.

Deverot has a feeling.

Tonight's special training is definitely very different from the style of those mentioned in the above rules.

"Okay, the rules for clowns who only participate in competitions are over."

Snape said.

"These rules are meaningless in a real battle. Your enemy will not care whether you bow or not, but only whether you can survive to the end."

After saying this, Snape stepped aside and raised his wand to point directly at Deverot.

"Stand opposite me."

Deverot was a little confused when he heard it.

He quickly ran to the opposite side of Snape.

Pull out the wand.

"Professor, um... shall we start now?"

After all, he was facing Snape, who had knocked out Flitwick in the original book and had a back-and-forth with Professor McGonagall.

He was still a little scared.

Snape sneered when he heard this.

"What? Aren't you a genius in spells?"

Hearing this, Deveraux wanted to roll his eyes.

But he held back.

He didn't reply to Snape.

He raised his wand in the same way as the other party.

"Bow first."

Snape ordered.

Deveraux did as he was told.

He bent down.

But at this time.

"Expelliarmus!"

Deveraux raised his head suddenly.

He saw a red light shooting at him at a high speed!

He couldn't dodge at all!

Bang!

He was knocked out.

He heavily knocked over the table behind him where the protective gear was stacked.

"Snape! I, (C language), don't follow martial ethics! You damned fellow!"

The moment Deveraux was hit, he cursed all of Snape's ancestors.

It turned out that they had been laying the groundwork for so long.

They were waiting here to trick him!

Deveraux raised his head with difficulty.

Looked at Snape.

He had a smirk on his face.

"My dear apprentice, didn't I say that?"

He waved his wand.

Deveraux's wand appeared in his hand.

Snape looked at Deveraux's wand.

"Rules are meaningless in a real battle. Your enemy won't care whether you bow or not, but only whether you can survive to the end."

After saying that.

He threw his hand.

The wand was thrown to Deveraux and fell into Deveraux's arms.

"I hope you can remember this lesson tonight."

Snape put the wand back into his waist with satisfaction.

He patted the non-existent dust on his body.

Then he walked towards the door.

"Same time tomorrow, I don't want you to be late again."

Snape opened the door and was about to walk out.

"Hey! Snape, where are you going? Are you deserting?"

Hearing this.

Snape turned back with interest.

I saw that Devereux had returned to the center of the classroom.

He was covered with dust.

The wand was tightly clenched in his hand.

Pointing directly at himself.

There was a burning flame of anger in his eyes.

Snape rarely grinned when he saw this.

Drawing out the wand from his waist again.

"Haha, I'm really disappointed that you didn't sneak attack me from behind."