A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 279 You want to learn? I'll teach you!

Without much hesitation, William walked onto the stage, faced Snape, and bowed to each other.

"Should we clear the area, Professor?" William asked meaningfully.

"No need, I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't use my full strength." Snape revealed a "kind" smile. "Just like when I fought Professor Lockhart."

The implication is that the action might be a bit rough, but at most it would just make him fall like Lockhart.

"Alright, since you put it that way..." William glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Slytherin students crowded around the stage.

Professor Snape's refusal to allow the clearing of the area inadvertently caused collateral damage, which was naturally the professor's fault.

Draw the wand,

Hold it in your right hand.

The wand was held up to his chest like an arrow!

With a series of silent movements, William's entire demeanor instantly changed.

Sharp,

Focus!

Both of them simultaneously raised their wands over their shoulders; Snape was quick, but William was even faster…

He didn't use the Disarming Charm, because he knew Snape would... In countless battles throughout the time loop, the professor always started with this spell.

The same old routine.

Not fresh.

William flicked his wand slightly, and a blue light shot out, accurately deflecting Snape's spell.

Even before that red light shot out from Snape's wand.

It gives the impression that Professor Snape deliberately missed.

Under William's control, the disarming spell landed on Goyle, who was next to Malfoy, and he was immediately knocked away, his body crashing against the wall.

Professor Snape took a deep breath, trying to get the Slytherin students to back off, but William had already unleashed his second spell.

—Fragmented.

Snape waved his wand, encasing himself in armor.

The shattered pieces bounced off the Ironclad Charm, but William calmly moved forward, flicking his right hand to strike Crabbe, whose robes ripped apart as he crashed into the Slytherin crowd.

In the blink of an eye, Malfoy's two henchmen were gone.

William, with his back to Malfoy, held up one finger to him, much like Doctor Strange did to Iron Man.

Only one of us can live!

Malfoy's hands trembled, his face contorted with grief, and he choked up. He had suffered a lot recently, breaking his leg in the last match and being unable to speak for a day before that.

The initial reason was because he cursed someone as a "mud bastard".

not like this!

He used to be a regular customer of Akali's Mystery Shop, a high-level VIP of William, but now he's been completely blacklisted!

It shouldn't be like this!

Malfoy broke down, and he burst into tears.

"I apologize, I shouldn't have used the word 'mudblood,' I'm shameless... Please don't hit me... Waaah..."

All eyes were on Hermione. The girl remained expressionless, her gaze never leaving the lonely boy on the stage.

Snape was momentarily lost in thought; he wished he had been this good at flirting back in the day.

Harmful!

He's just bad at talking; he only learned one trick—persistence—but he didn't stick to it...

That night, he waited until dawn and saw Lily... The girl broke up with him, and he foolishly left without ever speaking to her again.

Only then did that beastly bastard Potter seize the opportunity and take advantage of the situation.

If he had slept outside the Gryffindor common room that night... or if he had pulled Lily into his arms and given her a powerful, domineering wall slam, perhaps things would have been different.

Thinking this, Snape glared at Harry again, his eyes filled with daggers, as if he wanted to stab him and pierce two more holes.

Harry was baffled. He was just standing there quietly. What had he done to offend Snape?

"Everyone back off!" Snape roared, ready to unleash his fury on William.

He quickly unleashed the spell, and William cast a protective armor spell.

The two are currently using the most conventional magic, but their speed is surprisingly fast, like a sniper duel, without any pause, and all the spells are cast silently.

It's a contest of speed and combat experience.

William was a veteran of countless battles, while Professor Snape hadn't unleashed such a ferocious attack in many years.

The auditorium was filled with dazzling lights, things were exploding, flames were rising, and smoke was billowing.

Everyone stepped back to a distance of four or five meters, their eyes glued to the fight on the stage... This is real combat!

William unleashed his full magical power, causing his black robes to billow even without wind.

"Waterspout!"

It was the same spell he invented, but this time, the combined power of the water droplets was far greater than when he killed the giant.

The water droplets, enveloped by immense magical power, formed a giant waterspout around William.

William's wand pointed straight ahead, and a tornado of water cascaded down like a silver river, piercing Snape and filling the Great Hall with a torrential downpour.

Through the dense rain curtain, Snape could almost feel the ancient magical runes imbued on the dense raindrops... It was a combination of transfiguration and incantation, each strand exuding extraordinary power.

Just a glimpse was enough to make the magic in my chest freeze.

This level of magical skill...

He suppressed his shock and swung his wand rapidly, unleashing a giant sword formed from black mist.

The rain curtain was instantly torn apart.

The water jets that came into contact with the giant sword hissed and turned into a cloud of smoke, as if dripping onto a hot iron block.

William pointed his wand at the sky, and the flame of a candle was pulled down by him.

The flame drifted in the wind, not falling straight down, but rather veering towards the other candles.

The flames of hundreds of candles all drifted away and fell.

The flame, less than a few centimeters long, initially rolled slowly, but in an instant it became as swift as a wild horse galloping through a trough, growing larger and larger.

A few seconds later, it intensified into a fireball several meters high, with billowing flames!

William's wand hung upside down, and the flames intensified, becoming a gigantic fire dragon that filled the sky above the hall.

He spun and flicked his wand, and the fire dragon gradually changed from orange-red to dark blue, its face becoming ferocious.

The dragon roared, spread its wings, and rammed into Snape.

Snape tapped his wand lightly, and the black greatsword exploded and shattered, turning into a cloud of black mist.

The black mist condensed into a scorpion several meters long, its black tail venomous and spear-like, piercing straight towards the fire dragon's chest.

The fire dragon extended a claw, blocked the "spear tip," and then grabbed the scorpion and soared into the air.

Suddenly, the tip of the scorpion's tail exploded like a lit bomb, turning into dust segment by segment, with continuous, resounding vibrations.

Centered on the scorpion, magnificent blue sparks suddenly bloomed in the sky above the auditorium.

The Great Hall was instantly enveloped in black mist and flames. Snape, relying on his memory, shot a disarming spell in a certain direction, and then continued moving to the other side without stopping.

Now that the smoke screen is on, it's a race to see who can find the other's location first.

The disarming spell clearly missed, and Snape suppressed his shock.

This is definitely not the kind of strength a young wizard should have; in fact, many adult wizards don't even possess this level of power.

Snape's final attack actually involved the use of dark magic to withstand the combined power of William's magic.

When exactly did William learn the ancient magic script, and how did his transfiguration reach such a level?

Snape was completely baffled.

A person's growth is traceable, but it also requires time to accumulate... A wizard who lacks accumulation cannot become a great wizard.

Stark was only a third-year student, but it seemed like he didn't need time; he became a wizard who had studied magic for ten years overnight.

This is outrageous!

Snape suddenly stopped moving.

He felt a hard, solid object behind him.

A stick held him in place.

As the smoke cleared, all the students could see what was happening on the stage:

A smile appeared on William's face as he pressed his wand against Professor Snape's back.

The two stopped fighting at the same time and put away the wands.

"How did you know I would move in this direction?" Snape asked, frowning.

"Guess?" William smiled.

Snape snorted and asked again, "What was the name of that spell you just used?"

"You want to learn? I'll teach you."

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