Ding!
[Hogwarts Castle exploration progress reached 30%!]
[Spell Proficiency Card has been issued!]
Devlin was galloping on his pony when a sudden system notification echoed in his mind.
"It actually came at this time. Speaking of which, the exploration progress increased a bit when I was in the bathroom just now."
His eyes sparkled upon seeing the newly acquired Spell Proficiency Card. Now, he possessed two in total.
At this moment, there was a particular spell in his library that piqued his interest.
[Spell Library: Killing Curse · Curse (Entry Level)]
This spell was a modified version of the Killing Curse by Voldemort. Anyone struck by a curse-type spell cast by the user would be cursed. Then, as long as the cursed individual appeared within ten meters of the target of the Killing Curse, when the Killing Curse was activated, the cursed person would also be affected.
In essence:
"I have a group instant kill spell!"
A glint of excitement flashed in Devlin's eyes. However, he had no suitable place to practice such a potent spell. After all, he resided in Hogwarts and had no one he wished to harm... well, Snape could be considered. Nonetheless, it was problematic that there was nowhere to practice such a powerful spell.
Devlin had been concerned about this when he first obtained it. Then he remembered the two Spell Proficiency Cards he possessed. Previously, he had used one to elevate Apparition to the level of mastery. If he used both on the Killing Curse, he couldn't fathom the outcome.
Without hesitation, Devlin decided to apply the two Spell Proficiency Cards to the Killing Curse.
Ding!
[Spell Proficiency Card has been used!]
[Spell Proficiency Card has been used!]
Upon using the two proficiency cards, Devlin immediately felt an immense influx of experience regarding the Killing Curse pouring into his mind. It was as if he had cast this spell countless times, taking hundreds of lives. Memories accumulated with thousands of faces of the deceased. He even became aware of numerous historical secrets closely tied to this spell.
Even with his [Magical Prodigy] trait, the overwhelming information caused a splitting headache, nearly causing him to fall off his horse. Fortunately, the pony slowed down in time, allowing Devlin to barely maintain his balance.
However, Marcus, who was still being levitated by Devlin's Levitation Charm, wasn't as fortunate. He plummeted to the ground, yet maintained his foolish expression, showing no signs of pain or reaction.
Devlin clutched his head in his hands. After several seconds, he slowly opened his eyes. But now, his gaze had transformed. An innate indifference emanated from him, as if everything was irrelevant.
He looked down at Marcus, lying injured on the ground. A strange impulse surged within him. He raised his wand, the motion feeling as familiar as instinct.
"Avada... damn it! What am I doing?!"
Devlin snapped back to reality, nearly dropping his wand in shock. He had almost cast the Killing Curse on Marcus!
He quickly patted his forehead.
That wizard who had used the Killing Curse countless times wasn't him!
That wizard who had taken countless lives wasn't him!
Thinking this, Devlin managed to breathe a bit easier.
At this point, he remembered to check his panel.
With just one glance, his pupils contracted.
[Spell Library: Killing Curse · Curse (Unmatched)]
Unmatched?!
Devlin gasped.
Could it be that he was now the most proficient user of the Killing Curse in the entire world?
Reflecting on the scenes in his mind, the number of people he had "imagined" killing could fill the entire Diagon Alley.
Estimating a future conversation with Voldemort, he might even be dubbed "Little Voldy."
It was indeed quite ruthless.
"Could it be that with just two Spell Proficiency Cards, I can elevate any of my spells to an unmatched level of strength globally?"
The corners of Devlin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
This was too outrageous!
Previously, he had considered the Spell Proficiency Card useless. Being a Magical Prodigy, he believed he had no need for a learning acceleration card.
But now he realized this wasn't merely an acceleration card; it was a graduation card!
The effect was overwhelmingly powerful!
Devlin immediately discarded his previous disdainful attitude and resolved to use this card with utmost caution in the future.
Just then, a more violent explosion erupted from the front, causing the ground to tremble. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.
Devlin was jolted and remembered his mission to provide support.
He had almost forgotten his objective due to his distraction.
"Damn, I can't waste any more time!"
He chastised himself and quickly regained his focus.
With a swift wave of his wand, he shouted:
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Marcus's body floated up once more.
Devlin spurred his horse, galloping towards the heart of the battle.
Tonks carried the severely injured Snape, stumbling into a classroom away from the battlefield. Her legs were weak, but she persevered, refusing to stop.
Moody and Professor Flitwick, revived by the Reviving Spell, had just collaborated to lure away the silver-skinned giant, granting her precious time to escape.
After laying Snape on the ground, Tonks hurriedly cast healing spells on him. Lifting his robe, she gasped—four deep, bone-deep wounds crisscrossed his chest and abdomen, with broken ribs faintly visible. His breathing was so faint it was nearly imperceptible.
She tried to concentrate, carefully applying a blood-stopping curse to the wounds. The bleeding finally ceased, but she knew this was only a temporary fix. Her healing knowledge was limited, and she couldn't further treat such fatal injuries.
She needed a professional healer, and fast!
Standing up, Tonks approached the door, looking left and right—one direction led to the Great Hall, where explosions continued unabated; the other led to the hospital wing.
Taking a deep breath, she gripped her wand tightly, her face pale, and her heart pounding rapidly.
She yearned to return to the battlefield, to fight alongside others against the formidable giant, and to protect her friends.
However, thinking of Snape lying behind her, she shook her head resolutely.
"Saving people is the priority!"
She whispered to herself, gritted her teeth, picked up Snape, and trudged towards the hospital wing without hesitation.
At this time, the fourteen official Aurors from Moody's group had arrived, joined by Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion of Hogwarts, and dozens of Hogwarts stone pier knights.
Quirrell, transformed into a silver-skinned giant, stood before them, his body enveloped in impenetrable silver scales that shimmered with a strange, cold light.
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