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[Ding!]

[The exploration of Hogwarts Castle has reached 30%!]

[Spell proficiency card has been issued!]

While Deverault was riding on the pony,

the system prompt sound suddenly rang in his mind.

"You came at this time. Speaking of which, the exploration level increased by one level in the bathroom just now."

Deverault's eyes lit up when he saw the newly acquired spell proficiency card.

Now he has a total of two spell proficiency cards in his hand.

And there happened to be a spell that he was very interested in.

Thinking of this, Deverault moved his eyes to the latest spell in his spell library.

[Spell Library: Killing Curse·Curse (Introduction)]

This spell is the Killing Curse improved by Voldemort.

As long as it is hit by the curse cast by the curse caster.

It will be cursed.

Then the cursed person only needs to appear within ten meters of the target of the Killing Curse.

When the Killing Curse hits.

The cursed person will also be regarded as being hit by the Killing Curse.

In other words.

"I have a group instant kill spell!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Deveraux's eyes.

But it was obvious that he had no place to practice this spell.

After all, he lived in Hogwarts.

There was no one he wanted to kill... er... Snape was one of them.

But it was also a trouble to have no place to practice such a powerful spell.

Deveraux was still worried about this when he just got it.

Then he remembered that he had two spell proficiency cards.

Before, he only used one to improve Apparition to the level of mastery.

If he used two cards on the Killing Curse.

The effect was unimaginable.

Then Deveraux couldn't wait.

He immediately used these two spell proficiency cards on the Killing Curse.

[Ding! ]

[Spell proficiency card has been used! ]

[Spell proficiency card has been used! 】

Two proficiency cards went down.

Deveraux suddenly felt a lot of experience with the killing curse being instilled into his brain.

It was as if he had used this spell countless times.

Killed hundreds of people!

Thousands of faces of the dead were piled up in his memory.

He even knew a lot of historical secrets closely related to this spell.

Even if he was a [magic wizard].

Such a huge amount of information made Deveraux feel a splitting headache.

He almost fell off the horse.

Fortunately, the colt slowed down in time and Deveraux was able to ride on it.

But Marcus, who was still being pulled by Deveraux with the floating spell, was miserable.

He fell directly to the ground.

Of course, he still looked stupid.

He didn't cry out in pain or have any other reaction.

Deveraux held his head with both hands.

It took five or six seconds.

Deveraux slowly opened his eyes.

But at this time, Deveraux's eyes had changed.

It was a feeling that came naturally.

It was a kind of indifference.

It was as if everything had nothing to do with him.

He lowered his head.

He looked at Marcus, who was lying on the ground with injuries all over his body.

A strange impulse suddenly surged in his heart.

He raised his wand.

It seemed that this action had been repeated thousands of times.

It was as familiar as instinct.

"Avada..., damn! What am I doing!!"

Deveraux suddenly came back to his senses.

He almost threw the wand in his hand away.

He actually wanted to kill Marcus with the Killing Curse just now! ?

He quickly patted his forehead.

The wizard who used the Killing Curse countless times was not him!

The wizard who killed countless people was not him either!

Thinking of this, Deveraux could barely breathe a little.

At this time, Deveraux remembered to open his panel and take a look.

Just a glance.

His pupils shrank.

[Spell Library: Killing Curse·Curse (Unrivaled)]

Unrivaled? ! ? !

Deveraux gasped.

Is he now the wizard who is most proficient in Killing Curse in the world?

But think back to the scenes in his mind.

The number of people he killed in his "fantasy" could fill the entire Diagon Alley.

I guess Voldemort can call him "Little Voldemort" when he chats with him in the future.

It's really a bit cruel.

"Could it be that with just two spell proficiency cards, one of my spells can reach a strength that no one in the world can match?"

Deveraux's mouth twitched wildly.

This is too outrageous!

Before, he always thought that this spell proficiency card was useless.

He is a magic wizard.

What kind of learning acceleration card do I need?

But now I know that this is not an acceleration card.

This is a graduation card!

The effect is too explosive!

Deveraux immediately put away the previouscontemptuous attitude.

He planned to be extremely cautious with this card in the future.

Just then.

There was a more violent explosion in front.

The ground shook.

It seemed that the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Deveraux was suddenly shocked.

He realized that he was here to support!

He almost forgot his mission while distracted.

"Oh no, I can't waste any more time!"

He secretly blamed himself.

He quickly cheered up.

He waved his wand violently.

He shouted.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Marcus' body floated in the air again.

Deveraux sped up.

Galloped towards the center of the battle.

——

Tonks carried the seriously injured Snape on her back.

She stumbled into a classroom far away from the battlefield.

Her legs were weak.

But she still insisted on not stopping.

Moody and Professor Flitwick, who was awakened by the resuscitation spell, had just worked together to lead the silver-skinned giant away.

They bought her precious time to escape.

After putting Snape on the ground.

Tonks hurriedly cast a healing spell on him.

She lifted his robe.

She gasped - four deep wounds that could see the bone spanned his chest and abdomen.

The broken ribs were faintly visible.

Her breathing was so weak that it almost disappeared.

She tried to concentrate.

She carefully applied a hemostatic spell on the wound.

The blood finally stopped flowing.

But she knew it was only temporary.

Her own knowledge of treatment was limited.

She could not further treat such a fatal injury.

She needed a professional doctor.

As soon as possible!

She stood up.

Tonks walked to the door.

She looked around - one side was the direction of the auditorium where the explosions continued, and the other side led to the school infirmary.

She took a deep breath.

Her hands tightly grasped the wand.

Her face was pale.

Her heartbeat was so fast that she almost suffocated.

She longed to turn back to the battlefield.

To fight the terrible giant with others.

To protect her friends.

However, when she thought of Snape behind her.

She shook her head fiercely.

"Saving people is the most important thing!"

She whispered to herself.

She gritted her teeth and carried Snape on her back.

She dragged her heavy feet and rushed to the school infirmary without hesitation.

——

At this time.

In the hall.

The fourteen official Aurors of Moody's group have arrived.

In addition, Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion of Hogwarts.

There are also dozens of Hogwarts Stone Knights.

And the silver-skinned giant that Quirrell transformed into stood in front of everyone, covered with airtight silver scales, flashing a strange cold light.