Snape's spell casting speed was beyond imagination, yet the spikes' momentum was no weaker than his, their speed and sharpness capable of easily piercing a person.
But in that instant, Snape's figure turned into a black shadow, evading the physical damage.
"What?!" Harry's body immediately leaned forward, his face aghast.
"What happened?!" Hermione quickly asked, Draco's ears twitched, but his gaze was fixed on the stage.
"N-nothing..." Harry quickly said.
That move Snape just used... he had only seen it on one person.
Lord Voldemort!
Was this a common advanced spell, or was it... a spell that only Death Eaters could learn from Lord Voldemort?!
On the stage, however, Howl's eyes were suddenly forced shut, his wand stomped on the ground, and the invisible fluctuations of the Wizards Hand spread out! Immediately, his left hand swept across his eyes, and a silent counter-spell quickly dispelled the Conjunctivitis Curse.
It was in that instant that the feedback from the fluctuations entered his brain, and his body rapidly shifted.
Bang—
Blood splattered on the surrounding shield, instantly making the Little Wizards' hearts twitch violently.
However, when Howl's figure stood still again, and all eyes focused on him, no wounds were found on his body.
Howl raised an eyebrow slightly. In that instant, besides the two attacking spells and the Conjunctivitis Curse, there was also a hidden attacking spell.
It seemed Snape was really quite annoyed by his actions! He hadn't used this spell on Professor Flitwick just now.
Couldn't tell he was so respectful of his teachers?
Thinking this, Howl first looked at Snape in mid-air, such a flexible Wizard, and raised his wand.
In the sky, the thunderclouds disappeared, stars twinkled, and at some point, a gigantic moon disk enveloped the entire dome.
Howl...
Shimmering starlight continuously fell, Howl raised his wand, and from the eyes of the raven-headed skull, blue-purple flames like the starry sky bloomed.
"Θ α λ σ σ ι α —"
A gurgling sound echoed in everyone's ears. Looking again, a freely flowing blue current had enveloped everyone at some point, tides churned, and walls, doors, and all lines delineating space suddenly elongated.
Everyone appeared on a night sea, the sound of waves crashing in their ears, and in the sky, the bright moon cast its glow.
Above the firmament, dazzling meteors continuously fell. Professor Flitwick had already sensed the drastic change in the situation. He raised his hand, a fireball appeared, and then he fiercely hurled it towards Howl.
On the other side, Snape's wand waved repeatedly, spells continuously shooting out.
"Such a grand illusion spell..."
"Show-off..."
However, he soon realized that his altitude was rapidly decreasing, and the silver light cast by the moonlight, on his swirling black robes, had at some point ignited with shimmering, vibrant flames.
Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, and he immediately cast a Severing Charm at Snape with a raised hand, while his body rapidly flickered.
The cloth with the colorful flames quickly flew into his hand. As soon as it touched him, he felt the illusionary nature of the flame, yet it was also devouring the magic within.
He pointed his wand to his mouth and blew a breath. The colorful flames were invaded by another rule, quickly transforming into an indescribably bizarre flame!
"It's over!"
Howl's voice suddenly rang out.
The meteors falling from the sky transformed into bizarrely twisting figures, holding hands, suddenly dancing around the two, and an indescribable sound poured into their ears.
Snape quickly fell from the sky to the sea, and Professor Flitwick's flames could no longer be stably controlled.
He abruptly threw the fireball, and at the same time, Snape and he re-enchanted the flame. After flying for a moment, it transformed into a gigantic dragon.
"Finite Incantatem—"
A silver light suddenly appeared from behind, but it didn't immediately dispel all the spells. Dumbledore's Finite Incantatem continuously outputted, and after more than ten seconds, all the illusions and the fiery flying dragon were finally extinguished.
Howl's face was blackened, two of his beard hairs were singed, and his bare arms were covered in scalded scars, making him look utterly weak.
Snape's various instant-cast damaging spells had caused him considerable trouble. And Professor Flitwick's combination spells were even more chaotic, containing various bizarre and intricate traps.
Without using Apparition, it was difficult to dodge instantly; he had to separate his thoughts to break or block those spells.
And Professor Flitwick and Snape weren't in much better shape, the reason... goes without saying.
Howl showed the children his badly burned arm: "It seems... I lost."
At this moment, he was controlling the alchemical runes in his bones, maintaining the scars on his arm... preventing them from healing...
However, the audience below remained silent, still recovering from the world-changing scene they had just witnessed.
After all, that wasn't some 3D image magic...
"I think this deserves a hearty round of applause," Dumbledore's voice rang out from behind the stunned Little Wizards, rousing them.
Then, gradually, various sounds began to emerge.
"Professor Jones, you're amazing!!"
"Professor, why are you all so strong!!"
"Is this the power of the Professors?! Is this... a Wizard?!"
"Professor, can I also become a powerful Wizard like you?"
Howl looked at the child and nodded.
"A Wizard is someone who turns the impossible into possible. Don't ask, just do it."
The entire hall erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
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