Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The second dragon roar was only halfway through before it stopped abruptly.

Les had a gloomy face and fired an attack spell accurately at the dragon man's throat, blocking the dragon's roar in his throat.

The next second, dark red blood spurted out from the gaps between every dragon scale on the dragon's body.

Helga and Rowena in the audience looked at Les's expression on the stage, and their faces changed at the same time.

"How dare this guy?" Helga felt like she was about to curse.

That idiot was finished. And things had developed to this point, and it was probably difficult to end it. Salazar was completely enraged, and even she and Rowena had no confidence in persuading Salazar to come back in this state.

Rowena was not panicked at all. She just stood there with her arms folded, like a spectator.

Seeing this, Helga couldn't help but poke her best friend's shoulder.

"Rowena, use your brain and think of a solution!"

Rowena gave Helga a strange look.

"What can I do?"

"We can't just watch him kill the kid, can we? Killing is illegal in the modern wizarding world!" Helga lowered her voice and spoke quickly.

She was a little worried that Salazar would kill Jack on the spot and then call the Ministry of Magic in. She could figure it out with her toes, expecting Salazar to obey the law and go to Azkaban was worse than expecting the sun to rise from the west.

There are only two possibilities for Salazar going to Azkaban: he was interested in the Dementors in Azkaban, or he needed prisoners in Azkaban as experimental materials.

In short, once things get to that point, the impact on their plans will be huge. The identity of "Les Lint" will definitely not be used, and subsequent competitions will be affected, and it may even damage the reputation of Hogwarts.

Rowena looked at Helga with an even stranger look.

"Why do you think that monster will die?" Rowena looked at the dragon man on the duel stage with disdain. It was not worth it to pay such a high price to get such a small improvement. However, for modern wizards, this is already a potion beyond imagination.

"Salazar is not that kind." After complaining about Jack in her heart, Rowena continued to express her point of view.

"Kind?" Helga was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Indeed, Jack had offended Salazar so much that Salazar would definitely not let him go easily.

Death was a relief for Jack.

The dragon man on the stage had an extremely ferocious expression. He opened his mouth, but only made a few hissing sounds like a leaking balloon - Les's spell penetrated the scales on his skin and broke his vocal cords.

"Abandoning your identity as a wizard and degenerating into a beast, huh!" Les looked at the dragon man in front of him without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of raw meat.

After hearing Rice's voice, the dragon man's eyes turned and he stared at Rice, with veins bulging on his face. It was obvious that he was a little broken by what Rice said.

The muscles under his scales bulged, and he was obviously accumulating strength. Even more shocking was that perhaps because of the strong stimulation, two large lumps appeared on Jack's back. With a sharp tearing sound, a pair of bloody wings grew out from his back.

At this moment, Jack no longer looked like a human. He looked more like a dragon than a human.

"Resistance is futile." Facing Jack who looked increasingly terrifying, Les shook his head and didn't take it to heart at all.

The water vapor in the air and the blood that had just exploded from Jack's body quickly condensed into thin blades as thin as cicada wings, which rolled towards Jack under the control of Rice.

Jack tried to dodge, but with the blessing of Les's magic, the blades were much faster and more flexible than him, so Jack couldn't dodge any of the hundreds of blades and they all hit him hard.

The blade formed by coagulated blood was very sharp, but it was not good at impact, so Lester deliberately changed the angle so that the blood blade was not inserted but cut.

In one encounter, Jack had hundreds of scales scraped off by Rice, and a lot of the skin under the scales was also scraped off, and he instantly lost the ability to resist.

Rowena in the audience narrowed her eyes. She felt that the scene in front of her looked familiar. It seemed that Salazar had borrowed her best attack method, but replaced the wind blade with a blood blade.

Sure enough, after the blood blade swept past, it turned around and swirled back, scraping off a large pile of scales and flesh from Jack's back again.

Jack fell to his knees and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Les didn't hesitate and continued to wave his wand like a band conductor, letting the tornado formed by the blood-red blade roll around Jack again and again.

In just two or three seconds, Jack's newly grown wings were reduced to white bones.

At the same time, Rice took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and threw it to the ground, breaking it into pieces. The liquid medicine inside formed a small short arrow, which shot out and sank into Jack's abdomen.

The onlookers thought that this was Les's means of attack, but Rowena and Helga saw clearly that it was not poison at all, but a very good healing potion!

This potion can enhance the body's self-healing ability and keep the mind clear. It is a very precious and complex potion.

Salazar's purpose in using this potion on Jack at this moment is obvious.

It took less than half a minute from the time Jack dropped his wand to the time Les used the healing potion on it. Most people in the audience didn't even realize what was happening, and Jack had completely lost the ability to resist.

Les had no intention of stopping, and the blood-red tornado rolled over Jack's body again and again. At this time, all the scales on its body had been scraped away. Without the protection of the scales, the tornado could take away the muscles on its body with higher efficiency. Transparent fascia and white bones could be seen in many parts of its body.

Looking at Jack, who was no longer in human form on the stage, Helga sighed.

"I hope it won't bring any negative impact to Rice." Although she didn't object much, Helga still felt that the visual impact of Salazar's methods was a bit too great. She didn't know whether these modern wizards with too high moral bottom line could accept it.

"How could that be?" Rowena's lips curled into a sarcastic smile: "Is the modern magic world so tolerant of alien creatures?"

She raised her voice when speaking the second half of the sentence so that everyone watching the game could hear it.

Seraphina's face suddenly turned awkward.

The magic world has a very low tolerance for wizards who can transform into different forms. Jack is a Parseltongue, and with this transformed form, Seraphina is sure what this will bring to him.

The moment Jack chose to transform into a dragon man, the wizard label on him disappeared, and was replaced by an alien label that was almost like a "werewolf".

His behavior runs counter to the mainstream values ​​of the wizarding world, and even Ilvermorny, which has always been known for its tolerance, finds it difficult to accept. Although Ilvermorny does not care about bloodline, it still attaches great importance to the identity label of "wizard".

Seraphina hated Jack's choice, but watching him die on the duel stage didn't seem like a good idea. Seeing that Jack had already lost, she cleared her throat and prepared to intervene to end the duel.

Unexpectedly, Les, who had the upper hand and was determined to fight to the death, suddenly stopped and even dispersed all the blood blades created by his "transfiguration".

However, it is not known whether it was a coincidence or not, but before stopping, several blood blades accurately scratched dozens of key tendons in Jack's body, causing it to completely lose control of its body. It fell to the ground uncontrollably, unable to move even a finger.

Les even walked over to Jack and helped him up himself, being extremely kind.

He took out several potion bottles from his bosom and sprinkled the healing liquid on Jack's wounded body. The potion was very effective, and Jack's body surface stopped bleeding immediately - although there was not much blood left in his body, and the wound was covered with a thin layer of tender flesh, making the whole "person" look pink and tender, not so creepy.

After such a series of friendly moves, even Seraphina couldn't find fault with it, and could only applaud and encourage Les's good deeds. She never expected that Les Lint would take the initiative to stop and even heal his opponent. Such a gentle attitude surprised Seraphina, and she looked at Les with a new eye.

Dumbledore and the rest of the audience also applauded.

The scene before us is very much in line with the mainstream values ​​of the magical world.

After taking in everyone's reactions, Les showed a smile, while Jack, who had remained awake, had his eyes filled with despair and pain.

No one knew what had happened to him, and they were even applauding the demon in front of them!

Yes, in Jack's eyes, Les Lint was an out-and-out demon. The moment the unknown potion dripped onto his body, it took away his control of his body, paralyzing all his remaining muscles, depriving him of the ability to convey information to the outside world.

The potion that was poured on him later made him experience the feeling of being bitten by tens of thousands of insects. Combined with the potion that was initially injected into his body, he was clearly aware of it all.

But to outsiders, Jack was just lying there quietly receiving treatment.

"Go to sleep." Les whispered to Jack in a gentle tone and fed him some medicine at the same time.

One of the effects of the new potion is to temporarily suppress the effectiveness of the healing potion, allowing Jack to fall into unconsciousness.

After Jack passed out, Rice fed him several more potions before returning him to Seraphina, saying that Jack only needed to rest for a while before he would recover.

Seraphina didn't want to stay here for a second, and after perfunctorily saying a few words to Rice, she hurriedly evacuated the scene with her students, and then handed Jack to Madam Pomfrey of Hogwarts.

She was too lazy to care about her misguided student anymore.

When she reached the outside of Hogwarts Castle and saw that there were no outsiders around, she stopped and warned her students in a very serious manner.

"I don't know if any of you have had the same adventure as Jack. But I hope you remember one thing: you are wizards. Don't abandon your original identity in pursuit of power. We are wizards, the most perfect species in the world!"

Facing the old headmaster's stern gaze, all the students of Ilvermorny nodded, indicating that they would remember the professor's teachings.

At this moment, an uninvited guest arrived at the duel arena.

"Professor Gryffindor, you are here." Dumbledore smiled kindly at the red-haired man who appeared at the door of the classroom. Professor White and Professor Arius silently retreated behind several students and lowered their heads.

The presence of the two people was instantly reduced to the lowest level.

Godric walked up to the dueling arena and stared at the wand in Les's hand.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to see this wand again in my lifetime. It really brought back endless memories for me." His eyes flashed across Les's face for a moment, then focused on the wand he was holding.

"Can you transfer this wand to me? I really miss my old friend. I am willing to pay any price." He asked softly.

The classroom suddenly became extremely quiet. In the eyes of the students who did not know the truth, Rice seemed to have no reason to refuse. Who else in the classroom was more suitable to hold this magic wand than him?

This was the first time Rice had a chance to observe the man up close.

Well, no matter from which angle you look at it, he is an impeccable guy.

"I refuse." Rice's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"This is my wand," Les said. "I just took it back from that monster."

Les could feel the wand trembling slightly in his palm, and it looked like it was happy to be back in his hands.

The Gryffindor smiled.

"You're right, I was too reckless. I just woke up from a hangover and heard the wand of an old friend reappear, which made me lose my composure. This wand really belongs to you now." He looked at Les seriously, left this sentence and left the duel classroom.

"You and Salazar are very similar. There is a trace of him in you."

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"What did that guy's last sentence mean?" In the office, Helga frowned and kept reviewing everything that had just happened in the duel classroom.

"He may have smelled a familiar scent on me, which is normal." Les did not take the first direct conversation with the imposter seriously. He sat on a stool in the corner of the office, playing with the wand that had been returned to its original owner.

"Will he..." Helga was a little worried that Salazar's identity would be exposed.

"Then how does he still have the courage to stay here?" Les laughed.

He didn't really care whether his identity was exposed to the counterfeiters. Not exposing his identity has its advantages, and exposing his identity has its benefits.

But sometimes appropriate changes can force the other party to change its course of action and expose more weaknesses.

"What did you do to that idiot?" Rowena's concern was completely different from Helga's. She knew very well that Salazar did not kill Jack, which meant that he must have done something worse than death to Jack.

"Nothing, just so he can have the experience of being on the duel stage all the time." Rice shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, I am very careful about the degree, others can't see the abnormality."

After hearing Salazar say this, Helga breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little relieved: Salazar has also grown up!

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