Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 113 Duel
The cheers that threatened to shake the entire hall only lasted a few breaths. After Damon stepped onto the dueling platform, the cheers immediately subsided by 90%, and the remaining 10% realized something and fell completely silent in the next moment.

Something seems different.

He simply stood there calmly, pointing his wand at Snape with one hand, and all the young wizards had the same thought in their minds at the same time.

"Let me teach you a lesson, Damon—before you have enough power, an excessive reputation is just a burden."

Snape, who had previously looked down on Lockhart, now stood solemnly with his staff in hand, looking up at Damon with raised eyes.

"Professor, are you going to say this before the fight even starts?"

Damon glanced at him with a smile—even if Snape used dark magic, he would probably have a hard time fighting him now, let alone in a demonstration like this.

“Looks like you don’t think you’ll lose? Very well!” Snape gripped his wand tightly. “No need for a countdown, I’ll let you go first—you’d better be mentally prepared before you make your move.”

"Forget it, Professor, I don't want to give you an excuse."

Damon immediately waved his wand, but not with an offensive spell; instead, he cast a protective spell—a transparent barrier enveloped the entire rectangular dueling arena, separating them from the young wizards watching.

The atmosphere in the stands instantly became even more tense. Even the spectator seats had to be protected; what kind of fight were they planning to fight?
Isn't this a demonstration?

Snape noticed Damon's actions, his face darkened, but he refused to continue speaking—since you insist on putting on airs like this, then let me see what you're capable of!
"Serpensortia!"

A giant python emerged from the tip of the wand, completely different from the small snake summoned by Malfoy in the original story. This monstrous python filled the entire edge of the dueling arena, and its hissing sound rushed towards Damon!

Damon didn't chant a spell—Snape couldn't use a deadly curse, so he used silent casting to put a shackle on himself. However, Transfiguration is always a silent spell.

Magic flowed through the air, drawing a streak like a shooting star—the half of the dueling platform where Damon stood rapidly bulged up, and amidst the hiss of the giant snake, a lion's head, three times the size of the python's body, transformed in an instant and swallowed the python whole.

"Snapped!"

With a loud bang, Damon casually used his wand to unleash a beam of red light that attacked him. His robes began to deform as countless small snakes were about to bite his body. But at the same time, vines suddenly sprouted from the ground, tightly binding the heads of these snakes and rendering them unable to move.

At the same time, Snape's feet were suddenly grabbed tightly by two stone hands, and Damon took a step forward!
The red light, like a crimson serpent, was immense in its power. Snape hastily erected a stone wall in front of him to save it, but in doing so, he lost sight of the danger. However, he knew without looking that this was the most critical moment.

"A troublesome kid!"

Snape's face darkened—Damon was far more experienced than he had imagined. Why did he feel that the kid had already grasped the rhythm of the duel?
'Nebulus, a misty, ethereal place!'

A thick fog enveloped the entire dueling arena, and amidst the gasps of the spectators, it vanished into thin air in the next second.

'Ventus'

Damon summoned a gust of wind, which even lifted Snape's figure off the ground—and Snape had only just managed to undo the curse on the stone hand beneath his feet, transforming into a rat and charging toward Damon.

"Levicorpus!"

Before taking off completely, Snape suddenly spun around and unleashed a spell. The spell struck Damon but had no effect, clearly blocked by the Ironclad Charm.

'Damn it, he managed to block that? When did he cast the Ironclad Spell?'

Snape cursed, but suddenly eight stone locks rose from the ground and wrapped around him from all directions.

He realized this was the most critical moment—Snape noticed out of the corner of his eye that Harry was staring at him with dilated pupils in the audience below—he could no longer hold back and finally uttered his first lethal spell.

"Protego Diabolica!"

Flames exploded, centered on Snape in mid-air!
The flames repelled the approaching chains, blasted away the deformed thorns on the ground, and crashed against the edge of the dueling platform, where Snape firmly controlled them—he began to feel fortunate that Damon had been prepared, otherwise he would have had to concede defeat. The watching wizards took a few steps back in alarm, seeing Snape floating in the air, his wand pointed at Damon.

"It's not too late for you to admit defeat now."

"Just because of a few fireworks? You're kidding."

Damon's wand spun in his right hand and then slammed into the ground!
At the same time, Snape waved his wand, and flames turned into fireballs that rained down from the sky!
In that instant, Damon's knowledge of spells suddenly connected, and he had a more ingenious solution than to ruthlessly destroy everything with the divine gun.

Combining the freezing spell with the armor spell, applying the principle of universal protection, and then using magical order to recreate it, results in a large-scale defensive spell similar to a fire shield.

The frost flower exploded from where Damon stood, its petals rising higher and higher, deflecting all the fireballs while resolutely piercing Snape in the air.

But the next moment, the sound of firecrackers exploding suddenly rang out.

"Snapped!"

Snape, still in mid-air, teleported behind Damon and aimed his wand at his back.

The outcome was decided. He was about to say that when he found that all the magic in his body had stopped flowing. Snape looked down in a daze and saw that the place where he was standing was covered in frost. It was just a special spell, so how did it have the effect of a curse in this kid's hands?
"What the book 'Curses and Anti-Curses' taught me is that frost and curses seem like a perfect match, don't they?"

Damon smiled, raised his wand, and struck Snape's wand precisely, then flicked it away.

Their wands traced breathtaking arcs in the air before finally landing on the ground, exactly in the opposite direction from where they were standing.

"It looks like a draw?"

Damon asked with a smile.

"I still have many spells to cast."

Snape was quite unwilling.

The chill on my body faded, and I even felt a warm sensation as the frost under my feet disappeared the moment the wand flew up.

He stopped hesitating, turned around, picked up Damon's wand, and handed it to him.

Damon took it, and with a casual wave of his hand, Snape's wand flew up and was easily caught in Damon's hand.

The two wielded their weapons together, and the dueling platform, which had been destroyed and lost its original form by being transformed into various shapes, was restored to its original state.

The two of them turned to look at the group of wizards, exchanged a glance, and then nodded to the audience.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The first time Snape saw Harry looking at him, there was no hatred in his eyes, but rather a hint of...admiration.

Maybe he saw it wrong.

But this feeling isn't bad. Can his soul still be saved?
"What's wrong? What happened?"

Lockhart, who had only just woken up because of Snape's brutal attack, looked at the boiling crowd and was completely bewildered.

(End of this chapter)