The cheers, threatening to tear the hall apart, quickly subsided as Damon stepped onto the dueling stage. The remaining ten percent, realiz
The cheers, threatening to tear the hall apart, quickly subsided as Damon stepped onto the dueling stage.
The remaining ten percent, realizing something, fell into complete silence.
"Something seems different,"
Calmly, he pointed his wand at Snape. This thought occurred to all the young wizards at once.
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"Let me teach you a lesson, Damon—before you master sufficient power, excessive fame is only a burden."
Snape, who had previously dismissed Lockhart, now saluted with his wand formally, his eyes raised as he looked at Damon.
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"Professor, were you going to say this before the fight?"
Damon glanced at him with a smile. Even with his Dark Arts, Snape would probably struggle to defeat him now, let alone a demonstration like this.
"You don't look like you think you're going to lose? Very good!" Snape clenched his wand. "No need for a countdown. I'll let you go first—you'd better be mentally prepared before you strike."
"Forget it, Professor. I don't want to give you an excuse."
Damon immediately waved his wand, but not with an offensive spell, but with a universal shield—a transparent barrier enveloped the entire rectangular dueling arena, separating them from the young wizards watching.
The atmosphere in the audience instantly grew tense. Even the spectator seats were being protected. What kind of fight were they planning?
Wasn't this just a demonstration?
Snape noticed Damon's actions and his face darkened, but he refused to continue. Since you insist on being so pretentious, let me see what you can do!
"Serpensortia!"
A giant python burst out from the tip of the wand. Completely different from the small snakes Malfoy summoned in the original book, this raging python filled the entire edge of the dueling arena and rushed towards Damon with a hissing sound!
Damon didn't chant a spell—Snape couldn't use lethal curses, so he used silent magic to bind himself. However, Transfiguration was always performed silently.
Magic flowed through the air, like a meteor—the half of the dueling arena where Damon stood rose rapidly. Amidst the giant snake's hissing, a lion's head, three times the size of the python's body, instantly transformed and swallowed the python whole.
"Snap!"
With a loud explosion, Damon's wand unleashed a red light. His robes deformed as small snakes threatened him. Simultaneously, vines erupted from the ground, binding him.
At the same time, Snape's feet were suddenly grasped by two stone hands, and Damon took a sudden step forward!
The red light, like a red snake, roared with might. Snape hastily erected a stone wall before him, losing his sight. But he knew without even looking that this was the most critical moment.
"Troublesome boy!"
Snape's face darkened—Damon was far more experienced than he'd imagined. Why did he think this boy had mastered the duel?
'Nebulus!'
A thick fog enveloped the entire dueling arena, then vanished in a second to the exclamations of the spectators.
'Ventus!'
Damon summoned a fierce wind, blowing Snape off the ground. Snape barely had time to undo the curse on the stone hand before transforming into a rat and charging at Damon.
'Levicorpus!'
Before he could completely fly, Snape spun sharply and hurled a spell. The spell struck Damon, but it had no effect, evidently blocked by the Shield Charm.
'Damn it! Can that even be blocked? "When did he cast the Shield Charm?"
Snape cursed as eight stone chains bound him.
He realized this was the most critical moment—Snape's peripheral vision caught sight of the audience below, Harry staring at him with dilated pupils—and he didn't care to hold back, finally casting his first killing spell.
"Protego Diabolica!"
With Snape in the air as the center, flames exploded!
The flames drove back the approaching chains and blasted the transformed thorns on the ground. The flames crashed onto the edge of the dueling arena, where Snape firmly controlled them.
He began to be thankful that Damon had prepared; otherwise, he would have been forced to admit defeat.
The spectators stepped back in horror as they watched Snape fall, his wand pointed at Daemon.
"You still have time to surrender now?"
"Just because of a few fireworks? You're kidding!"
Daemon's wand twirled in his right hand and slammed into the ground!
At the same moment, Snape waved his wand, and the flames transformed into fireballs, raining down from the sky!
In that instant, Daemon's magical knowledge suddenly connected. Rather than ruthlessly destroying everything with his divine spear, he devised a more ingenious solution.
A Freezing Charm combined with an Ironclad Charm, combining the principles of universal protection and then recreating it through magical order, created a large-scale defensive spell similar to a fire shield.
Frost flowers exploded from Daemon's footing, their petals rising higher and higher, blocking all the fireballs while resolutely piercing Snape in mid-air.
But the next moment, the sudden sound of firecrackers rang out.
"Snap!"
Snape, mid-air, had instantly landed behind Damon, his wand pointed at his back. "
The outcome is decided," he was about to say, but he realized his magical energy had ceased flowing. Snape lowered his head in shock, his footing covered in frost. It was clearly just a special spell, but how had it become so potent in this boy's hands?
"That's what the book on curses and counter-curses taught me. Don't you think frost and curses go together?"
Damon smiled, waving his wand and striking Snape's with precision. Then, he swung it back.
Their wands traced breathtaking arcs in the air, eventually landing on the ground in opposite directions from where they were standing.
"Looks like a draw?"
Damon asked with a smile.
"I still have a lot of spells to cast,"
Snape said, somewhat unwillingly.
He felt the coldness in his body fade, and even felt a slight warmth. The frost beneath his feet vanished the moment his wand took flight.
He stopped worrying, turned around, picked up Damon's wand, and handed it to him.
Damon took it and waved it casually. Snape's wand flew up and was held lightly in the other's hand.
The two swung their wands together, and the duel arena, which had been transformed into various deformed objects and destroyed beyond its original shape, returned to its original state.
They both turned to look at the wizards, looked at each other, and nodded to the audience.
Then, the whole audience cheered.
For the first time, Snape saw that there was no hatred in Harry's eyes when he looked at him, and there was even a little admiration.
Maybe he saw it wrong.
But this feeling is not bad. Can his soul be saved?
"What's the matter, what happened?"
Lockhart, awakened by Snape's heavy hand, looked at the boiling crowd in confusion.
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