99 Chapter 32, Curse of Slytherin

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Malfoy jumped to the front of the classroom, at this moment, the people around dispersed.

"Keep this sentence to yourself."

After Aglaia finished speaking, she also jumped onto the front desk.

Professor Mellas put his hands into his sleeve robe, stepped forward slowly, stood between Malfoy and Aglaia, and said lightly:

"I have never prevented students from resolving conflicts in the standard way of wizards, however, duels in the academy, stop here.

As an arbitrator, my decision. The result is indisputable, can both parties have objections? "

Both sides shook their heads silently.

Professor Melles: "According to dueling conventions, you have the right to choose your two assistants. After one of you loses, these two assistants must step forward to replace them. Two out of three games will be eliminated in violation of the rules."

Aglaia immediately turned to look at Hoffa and Miranda, who shrugged and stood behind her on the left.

Looking into the opponent's blue eyes, Hoffa knew that it was really going to be torn apart, and Aglaia wanted to be her dueling assistant.

He silently stood on Aglaia's right side, narrowing his eyes.

Hoffa felt that this generation of Malfoy was not like Dracora Malfoy.

Abraxas Malfoy turned around and waved his green robe, pointing at Tom Riddle and another tall Slytherin.

"You two, follow me!"

They strode across to one side of the classroom.

Tom Riddle pouted slightly, but his eyes stayed on Hoffa's face.

At this moment, all the wizards in the classroom stood up, regardless of which college they took out their wands solemnly and waved them down heavily.

It was as if a ceremony was being held.

Hoffa asked Aglaia in a low voice: "Can you please let me or Miranda do it for you."

He told the truth at this time, the Malfoy on the opposite side didn't look like a fool at all, and Aglaia knew a lot, but he was no different from Zhao Kuo who was talking on paper, and his combat experience was definitely not as good as himself and Miranda.

Aglaia frowned: "Shut up, none of you are allowed to make a move if I don't fall."

As soon as she finished speaking, all the students around swiped their wands again and again. Qi Qi shouted loudly, the momentum was astonishing.

Hoffa looked at all the students around him who were pointing at the ground with their wands, and looked at the dean of Gryffindor who took out the parchment and recorded carefully.

He found that this duel was not as child's play as he had imagined, and it was not the kind of crowd watching a show fifty years later.

These wizards are unusually observant of traditions and rules.

They respect dueling.

When they actually got to the duel ring, Aglaia and Malfoy became quiet instead, with deep solemnity on their faces.

Melos: "Three, two, one, let's go!"

"Snake Spirit!"

Malfoy waved his wand first.

A large transparent snake suddenly appeared behind Aglaia and bit it down.

Aglea rolled and dodged very nimbly: "Crowstorm!"

She opened her arms, and countless crows rolled out of her robes, flying towards Malfoy.

Seeing the crows flying over, Malfoy sneered, "Is that all you can do, Drasses?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes were wide open and piercing.

A sharp mental force field streaked across.

The crows in the sky suddenly changed direction and flew backwards in the direction of Aglea.

Miranda folded her arms and said in surprise: "The partition technique actually cut off the connection between Aglaia and magic. There is something about this guy."

Hoffa, who was watching from the sidelines, had a serious expression on his face. People who can develop their own spiritual force field at this age are not cheap.

Aglaia didn't seem to have thought of this, and she took a step back with a horrified expression. But the crows were so fast, they wrapped Aglaia in layers in an instant, and creaked and pecked at her face.

The picture is extremely scary.

But facing this scene, none of the wizards present had any intention of moving, neither Melles, Hoffa, or Miranda. Even Malfoy gripped his wand warily.

Boom!

Aglaia, surrounded by crows, disappeared in place.

It was the Copying Curse, the magic she knew before.

The next second, she appeared less than two meters in front of Malfoy and raised her wand: "Disarm!"

Malfoy had been prepared for a long time, he immediately took three steps back, and waved his wand like lightning: "Armor protects you!"

Boom!

An iron armor descended from the sky, erected a shield, and blocked the spell.

However, Aglaia's curse fell on the iron armor, but there was no reaction at all, and no sound was made.

Malfoy's face changed, it turned out to be an illusion again.

The real Aglaia appeared behind Malfoy, and with a look of disgust, she directly blasted a bat spirit spell.

At the critical moment, Malfoy gritted his teeth and calmed down. He turned to look at the tall Slytherin next to Tom Riddle. The tall Slytherin immediately stepped forward, ready to cast a spell.

But at this moment, as if in slow motion, the movements of Malfoy and the Slytherin slowed down at the same time, becoming like Alzheimer's patients.

The tall Slytherin didn't respond, and Malfoy's expression seemed to freeze.

The bat spirit spell accurately hit Malfoy's body, he hit the ground heavily, rolled a few times, covered with countless bats, he clutched his chest, stood up angrily, and roared sharply: "You cheat!"

(Hoffa keenly sensed something was wrong, he turned his head and asked Miranda, "You did it?"

Miranda tilted her head, her lips twitched and said, "Slow Ray."

Hoffa raised an eyebrow.

Miranda sighed softly: "In terms of magic combat, she still lacks a little experience. In the duel field, there is more than one opponent to defend against.")

Aglaia on the field snorted coldly and pointed at the tall Slytherin: "Who cheated?"

Malfoy glanced at the silent Professor Mellors, turned over with a cold face, and jumped up, waving his robe.

"What a fart, so what if you get a point?"

She laughed, the disgust and triumph on her face harmoniously blending. "Get out, don't be ashamed of yourself here, even if you are given a million Galleons, you are a waste!"

Malfoy gritted his teeth, staring at Tom Riddle behind him, waved his hand angrily, and growled:

"Riddle, get on!"

Tom Riddle didn't have much expression on his face. He glanced sideways at Malfoy, then pulled out his yew wand, came to the laughing Aglaia, bowed slightly, and then turned to Merle, who was presiding over the duel. Professor Si bowed.

Melas nodded slightly.

And Aglaia was already so proud, she looked at the visitor with her chin raised and disdainful: "It's you, Riddle?"

"Yes, please give me your advice."

Tom Riddle whispered politely.

"Let the horse come here." Aglaia twirled her wand in her fingers quite contentedly.

Tom Riddle didn't talk nonsense, and pointed his wand at Aglaia: "The firing pin of death."

A spell shot out from his wand, turning into dense steel needles as it flew through the air.

Aglaia looked disdainful, and stretched out one hand: "Tariko-Skita."

Appears with a flamingo shield.

"Sorry." Riddle smiled on the other side of the duel stage.

The yew wand was reversed, and he dropped to one knee. His eyes instantly turned pure black, and he pressed the ground with a ferocious expression.

At this moment, the weird fluctuation of magic power caused the hairs on the back of Hoffa's head to explode.

An invisible black shadow came out from Riddle's palm, swam at an extremely fast speed and wrapped itself around Aglaia's body.

Her complexion changed drastically, her arm softened, and her shield disappeared. The whole person seemed to have all the bones removed in an instant, and went limp. In the air, the changing steel needle of the firing pin spell was very close to her.

Miranda was surprised; "No, curse! Hoffa! Quick!"

She didn't need to remind her, the moment Aglaia's shield disappeared, Hoffa disappeared directly in place.

next second.

Boom!

A huge broadsword plunged into the ground, blocking all firing pins.

The tinkling sound can be heard endlessly.

The firing pin disappeared, Hoffa drew his broadsword and turned his head to look.

Agleya saw that Agleya was lying on the ground pale at the moment, her teeth were clenched tightly, and her lips were bruised.

"Don't look around," Riddle hissed softly.

"Chain bondage!"

boom! !

Three chains with purple light danced wildly from Riddle's wand, and flew towards Hoffa with a clatter.

Hoffa turned his head slightly, kicked Aglaia away, and disappeared in place again.

The three chains hit the ground, piercing through the floor, and Riddle retreated violently.

In the shadows, Hoffa was faster.

He started to transform his life, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Riddle.

The sharp broadsword stopped less than one centimeter in front of his forehead, cutting off several strands of Riddle's hair.

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Afterwards, the audience fell silent.

Riddle's face was pale and a little cold, but he didn't panic. He put away his wand and stood with his hands behind his back, with even more sarcasm on his face:

"Transfiguration? Interesting. But, Hoffa, your defense skills are so lacking that you can't even recite a shield spell?"

The people below were taken aback. They all started whispering.

Hoffa had no time to ignore Riddle's sarcasm, the broadsword turned back into a wand, and he retreated to Aglaia's side, squatting down.

I saw that Aglaia's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, she was breathing hard, and her body was twitching constantly.

"What did you do to her?" Hoffa asked.

"Why, do I have to explain all the moves to you in the duel field, Hoffa Bach?"

The Slytherins roared with laughter.

"Quiet." Professor Mellas silenced all the laughter with a calm tone.

He walked up to Tom Riddle and looked him up and down with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"I can't imagine that you have mastered such an obscure and profound curse technique. You really deserve to be a descendant of Slytherin. But, do you know how to break the curse? If you can't, I think you may be imprisoned in Azkaban gone."

"Look."

Tom smiled slightly, raised his hand, and made a fist with one hand.

A black shadow was stripped away from Aglaia who was lying on the ground.

He pointed his wand decisively into the distance, and the black shadow immediately entangled with a potted plant on the classroom window sill. The potted plant was quickly sucked out of all life, and died on the spot, which was extremely strange.

Aglaia finally recovered. She collapsed in Hoffa's arms, sweating profusely, panting continuously, and her breathing gradually stabilized.

Professor Mellas clapped his hands, "Very good, you are extremely talented. I haven't seen a young man like you for many years."

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly to Hoffa, with regret on his face: "The reaction speed is like a textbook, and the transformation technique is good, but unfortunately, you violated the rules of dueling."

Melos said regretfully.

"Although you react quickly, this is not a transformation class. In my assessment, only black magic and defense are available. Therefore, you failed this assessment."

After he finished speaking, Aglaia struggled to get rid of Hoffa's arm, stood up staggeringly, kicked away the chair beside her, and stumbled out the door.

Hoffa and Miranda glanced at each other and quickly chased after them.

After a long chase, they caught up with Aglaia.

On the balcony in the corner, she was holding on to the railing tightly, biting her lips tightly, with unwillingness and frustration all over her face.

Hoffa looked at her like that, knowing that she had almost fallen into the bottom of her life.

He whispered to Miranda, "You shouldn't have let me do it. If you use a spell, maybe we still have a chance of winning."

Miranda shook her head: "You react faster than me, and I'm useless in that situation. When he used that spell, the Slytherins had already won."

Hoffa frowned and asked, "What kind of spell is that?"

"His other spells are very common, just ordinary attack spells. But the spell he cast on Aglaia."

Miranda pursed her lips with a pale face and said nothing.

"Curse of Slytherin."

It was Aglea who spoke, her voice hoarse.

"The black magic created by the Big Four, Salazar Slytherin himself, is one of the most powerful curse spells in the legend. It can extract the life and magic power of the victim, making the victim so weak that he can't use any magic."

"So strong?"

Hoffa was dumbfounded, that black shadow was actually a rare curse spell, or a spell developed by Slytherin himself.

"Then there is no way to crack it?"

"It's almost unsolvable. Once it's cast, there are only two ways to solve it. One is to replace it, and use other lives to take it on its behalf. The second is to kill the caster. Not only do you have to kill the spell caster, but also Destroy the magic source of the caster. Otherwise, the magic will follow until the victim is weakened to death."

Hoffa was surprised: "Didn't Del become an invincible person there?"

"Invincibility is nothing." It was Miranda who spoke, and she sighed, "Any extraordinary magic will have an extraordinary price. Especially curse-type magic, it has very strong side effects. It is harmful to life. , the backlash against rationality is huge.

It is said that because of casting this magic, Salazar Slytherin gradually fell into madness in his later years and finally left the school. But these are all legends, whether it is true or not is unknown. "

After she finished speaking, all three of them fell silent.

After a long time, Aglaia finally recovered from the shadow of failure, she pouted unwillingly:

"However, I think, at least during this period of time, that Slytherin student Marvolo will have a good time."