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Chapter 249 - "Deceased" Malfoy

## Chapter 249: Malfoy's "Tragic Death"

The joint Defense Against the Dark Arts class for all four houses happened only that one time; afterward, they returned to their normal teaching schedule.

On Thursday afternoon, Wade, Michael, and the others arrived at the classroom with their books to find most of the Slytherin students already seated inside.

"If you ask me, it's more fun when all four houses have class together," Anthony said. "The Gryffindor kids are pretty amusing."

"I wouldn't want that," Lisa muttered. "Granger always makes me nervous."

Seeing Padma glare at her, she quickly explained, "I don't dislike her, it's just... you know, she always knows everything, which makes me feel stupid and not diligent enough."

As soon as she said that, Padma completely empathized. But verbally, she still chose to defend her friend:

"That's your problem, not Hermione's. Don't talk as if Hermione is bullying you."

"But she just loves to show off! I'm not wrong!"

Lisa was a bit upset too and turned her head to sit with Daphne and the other Slytherin students.

The boundary between Slytherin and Ravenclaw students wasn't so clear-cut, and they quickly gathered, laughing and chatting.

Padma huffily told Michael, "I think she's forgotten that Daphne and her friends tried to corner Wade before!"

"Don't be angry," Michael comforted her. "Think about it, Wade didn't suffer any losses that time."

Not only did he not suffer any losses, but Daphne was scared to tears.

With that thought, Padma wasn't angry at all, and even felt a little like laughing.

There were still a few minutes before class, but Professor Abigail was already in the classroom.

She looked around and called out, "Blaise Zabini, Mandy Brocklehurst, Michael Corner, Daphne Greengrass, the four of you, come out for a moment."

Several students stood up with bewildered expressions, looked at each other, then pushed back their chairs and followed the professor out.

Not long after, they all came back in, their faces no longer showing apprehension, but rather a mysterious smile.

"What did the professor want with you?" Padma asked softly.

Michael shook his head and said, "I can't say, but you'll know soon enough."

Soon it was time for class.

Today, their textbook discussed several legendary creatures: the Sphinx, the Griffin, the Cockatrice, and the Ammit.

When encountering these creatures, an ordinary Wizard usually couldn't hope to defeat them with magic. However, powerful magical creatures often possess higher intelligence, and their behavior follows a certain logic.

As long as one abides by the rules, there's a high chance of escaping from these creatures unscathed.

The text used stories to provide several examples, teaching Young Wizards how to interact with these creatures if they ever encountered them. This was relatively light content, and the students read through the book as if it were a novel.

Then came the practical part: a few simple warning and reconnaissance Spells.

Such Spells were naturally no challenge for Wade. He casually cast them, then turned to check on Michael's progress, only to see him secretly pointing a black object at him.

Wade's scalp immediately tingled. He spun around quickly, his wrist rotating, and a silent Shield Charm was instantly cast!

"Biu~"

A blob of red paint hit the invisible armor, then fell to the ground.

Wade looked at Michael, and Michael looked back at Wade.

Then, Michael gave an awkward smile, "Shushed" him, signaling Wade to keep quiet.

Afterward, he discreetly raised the black Gun.

"Biu~ Biu~ Biu~"

The sound of the toy gun was drowned out by the students chanting Spells, hardly noticed by anyone.

Wade stood by and watched as Michael splattered red paint on the backs and legs of students near them.

Slytherin's Goyle, Malfoy, and Nott all got hit. Then he moved through the crowd, pretending to observe everyone's practice results, secretly aiming his Gun at Ravenclaw's Anthony, Terry, Stephen, and others.

He didn't spare any boys who came into his sight, but he didn't attack any girls.

However, at the other end of the classroom, the students who had been called out earlier were also holding toy guns, shooting away with great enjoyment. Some unlucky students even had three or four blobs of paint on them.

Soon, everyone noticed the extra colors on each other.

"What's going on?" Malfoy angrily tugged at his robes. "Who did this?"

He glared around furiously, only to find that everyone around him had paint on them, and he was instantly bewildered.

Everyone started pulling at each other's clothes to look. And during this process, the "attackers" seized the opportunity to fire a few more shots.

Just then, Professor Abigail clapped her hands, signaling all the students to quiet down.

"Suppose this is a Muggle gun, and suppose you were attacked on the street or in a shop. The paint on you represents your wounds. Who among you would survive?"

Everyone looked at each other, finally understanding something.

The professor pointed at students:

"You, you, you, and you, you're dead. Go over there!"

Seven or eight students, with reluctant expressions, were shooed to the side, including Malfoy, who had "tragically died from six gunshots."

Professor Abigail couldn't help but glance at him twice, then turned to the other students.

"You, you, and you—gravely injured, beyond saving. Go wait for death!"

A few more students emerged from the crowd.

Then came a wave of injured students.

Lightly wounded students.

Finally, besides the "shooters," only three people remained completely unharmed:

Wade, who had blocked the "attack."

Sue Li, who happened to be standing in a corner and wasn't targeted by anyone.

And Daphne's good friend, Pansy Parkinson.

"That's not fair!" Malfoy couldn't help but protest loudly. "If I'd known there was a test like this, I would've been careful and wouldn't have fallen for it!"

He glared fiercely at the "shooters."

"Yeah, yeah!" the "slain" students echoed in protest.

"Life doesn't always give you time to prepare," Professor Abigail simply said. "Accidents always happen when you least expect them, and so does death."

Malfoy was instantly speechless.

Professor Abigail praised Wade and the others, awarding two points to each of their houses, then told all the students:

"This was just the first time."

"In future Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, 'shooters' will randomly launch attacks!"

"Stay alert, you little rascals!"

...

After class, Michael was still immersed in the joy of being a "simulated killer." He excitedly said,

"Professor Abigail always has new tricks up her sleeve, doesn't she? Defense Against the Dark Arts is getting more and more interesting!"

"Don't assume you'll be the 'killer' next time," Wade said lazily. "Professor Abigail will probably choose different students each time."

"I don't want to be the one defending—staying alert all the time, it sounds exhausting just thinking about it..."

Michael mumbled.

When they returned to the Entrance Hall, they found a large group of students crowded inside, looking at the latest notice.

"Hey, what does it say? Read it out to us!"

Michael, blocked outside the door, shouted.

The students inside didn't refuse. A tall Gryffindor boy said, "It's a notice for the May Challenge."

"...The May Challenge?"

Only one left tonight.

Rest early.

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