HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Sensing the reduction in magic power required to wield the heavy sword Wufeng, Lin Mo noticed several familiar faces taking on this important task, and he secretly gave Yu Ying's brothers a big thumbs up.

Soon, the duel reached its climax, leaving the young wizards in the audience, including a certain professor, completely dumbfounded.

Snape and Lin Mo had a general understanding of each other's strength, of course, this was only the strength they used for combat training.

Knowing full well that neither of them knew, nor could they reveal, their trump cards, they also knew that if they simply used the spells taught at Hogwarts, there would be no winner unless one side ran out of magic.

However, judging the outcome based on the amount of magic power is meaningless to the two of them. They are no longer just demonstrating spells to the young wizards, but are now determined to truly determine the winner.

"Sword of the Gods." Snape used his self-created spell. In this final round, he wanted to win, but he also had to ensure that this annoying troublemaker in front of him didn't get hurt.

Knowing full well that this was the final showdown, Lin Mo also used his self-created spell, which could be used for both offense and defense: "Heavy Sword with No Edge."

The clash between off-white and deep blue represents a sharp, rapid cut on one side and a grand yet delicate destruction on the other.

This was the first time Snape had faced Lin Mo's heavy sword, Wujian, head-on. Even though he was a highly capable dueling master who had created many spells, he couldn't help but admire Lin Mo's talent.

What kind of wisdom could create a spell that combines offense and defense? What kind of mind could create such a powerful spell that is both rough and meticulous?

How to find life amidst destruction, how to maintain a childlike heart amidst slaughter. Perhaps it was after witnessing the blood staining the yellow sand that Lin Mo's heart solidified an unwavering belief.

A rare curiosity and excitement flickered in Snape's deep black eyes—the kind of unintentional delight that only appeared when he faced difficult potions, or when he made his own potions and created his own spells.

No matter how hard-hearted or aloof one may be, one cannot hide the deep love in one's heart.

For a lone traveler without peers or ambition, what sustains him is nothing more than his passion and perseverance, and the results of his repeated experiments that he can only share with himself.

Seeing the boy in front of him possess such abilities, Snape felt a strange sense of joy and pride.

Perhaps it was because Snape, as a professor, had also mentored Lin Mo. How could professors like them not hope that their students would surpass their own achievements? It was their duty and their wish.

To achieve victory, Snape continued to channel his magic while pondering his next move.

As a dueling master with over a decade of dueling experience, Snape knew exactly what was best to use against these inexperienced little monsters.

However, he never used it, because no small troll was worth such an effort.

In an instant, Lin Mo felt the opposing magic power rapidly weaken, and blue light occupied most of the territory.

Although Lin Mo knew perfectly well that Snape couldn't possibly run out of magic, he still felt a chill run down his spine as he watched helplessly as his magic was about to strike Snape.

Snape's left hand surged with magic, casting a colorless defensive spell to protect himself, while the Divine Edge on his wand in his right hand once again charged towards Lin Mo.

Before his mind could process it, Lin Mo's deep blue magic on his wand transformed into a sky-blue color, much like a protective shield for the young wizards outside the arena.

Snape was somewhat surprised that the colorless defensive spell did not sense any attack.

He originally intended to feign weakness, allowing Lin Mo to attack him, using a defensive spell to block part of the attack, and then using Divine Sharpness to neutralize the remaining attack.

Then the magic power contained in his own Divine Edge Without Shadow would be almost gone, so he could neither harm Lin Mo nor lose.

In fact, Snape could have defeated Lin Mo in other ways, but more than those methods, Snape wanted to teach Lin Mo not to be overconfident in duels and to always be cautious.

Besides the hand holding the wand, the other hand can also be used to attack, rather than defend against people outside the arena.

The greatsword that rushed towards Snape was not an attack; instead, magic gently formed a protective shield, enveloping Snape.

The radiant light of the divine blade collided with the azure magic, scattering everywhere.

The remaining dark white light struck Lin Mo mercilessly.

Changfeng saw this scene in the space and felt a headache coming on. He remembered that he had talked to Xiaomo about it.

All of Snape's offensive spells against Murder will deal three times the damage.

"I'll break the rules and help you this once," Changfeng thought to himself. The space surged, but this time the damage did not triple.

It was too late to stop now. Looking at the magic that had already been released, Snape could only hope that Lin Mo wouldn't be foolish enough to continue using his left hand to protect the group of young wizards.

He hoped the boy in front of him would be a little selfish, or rather, think more about himself, and use his left hand to protect himself.

Unfortunately, Snape was wrong. The pale white light struck Lin Mo's right arm almost instantly, and the splashing magic also impacted the protective shield shielding the surrounding young wizards.

However, compared to Lin Mo's current injuries, the light of the defensive shield was almost not dimmed at all. Even if Lin Mo withdrew his own magic power and only let the group of senior students cast magic power, there was no possibility of breaking the defensive shield.

The spreading blood stained Lin Mo's robes, but fortunately, Lin Mo's clothes were black, so the blood only made the sleeves one shade darker.

Snape had already put away his wand and walked quickly to Lin Mo, looking somewhat flustered.

Lin Mo lowered his right hand with a somewhat strange movement, and the wand vanished instantly. He withdrew his left hand and produced several tiny silver needles from somewhere.

After quickly inserting the silver needle into the skin and successfully stopping most of the bleeding, Lin Mo pulled the silver needle out.

The movements were fluid and graceful, as if he had done them countless times. Even when Snape quickly approached Lin Mo, he couldn't see Lin Mo's movements clearly.

Blood dripped from his arm onto his fingertips. Lin Mo endured the pain and, without changing his expression, tried to tuck his hands into his large sleeves.

"You're injured." Snape's tone unconsciously became much more tense.

"It's nothing." Lin Mo shook his head and said, looking at Snape, who rarely showed any panic in his memory, but was now unable to hide his anxiety.

It wasn't that they weren't injured, but rather that they were unharmed. Snape keenly grasped this point, but as the one who created the spell, how could he not know that someone afflicted by this spell would be unharmed?

Snape wanted to heal Lin Mo's injuries on the spot, but he met Lin Mo's gaze. Lin Mo gently shook his head, stopping Snape's actions.

"...Follow me." Snape frowned, his voice a little hoarse. He raised his hand, paused, then grabbed Lin Mo's left wrist and strode quickly out of the club.

Before leaving the dueling ring, Lin Mo glanced at the ground to make sure no blood was dripping before following Snape's power to leave.

The young wizards below the stage were completely bewildered, except for a few sharp-eyed and skilled Yu Ying in the front row who managed to see what was going on.

The two walked to the corner outside the club, and Snape immediately stopped. Lin Mo consciously extended his right hand.

Snape grasped Lin Mo's blood-stained right hand with his left hand, and with his other hand quickly and unusually gently rolled up Lin Mo's sleeve.