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Louis retaliated with a simple Defense Against the Dark Arts spell—it was such a simple spell that it didn't even have a name—but it could resist most small spells and had a special resistance to white magic.

A confident smile appeared on Webb's face. "Try this," he said.

Then, a red light rushed in front of Louis, so fast that many people didn't see it clearly——Louis reacted very quickly, and he really paid attention to this game—because he didn't know him at all. The spell!

Durmstrang lived up to his reputation, and Louis thought he was about to get excited.

If you don't know the spell, then the best way to resist is to attack: hit the opponent's spell with a spell of the same power - but this requires extremely fast reaction ability and magic reserve.

Fortunately, Louis's spell casting speed is still very fast, thanks to the fact that he casts dozens of spells on himself every day.

A yellow light collided with the red light, then paused slightly, deviated from its direction, and went towards the audience.

Barbara in the audience quickly took out her wand, and then a small defensive spell unfolded in front of her——Louis' spell was weakened by Weber's most of its energy, so there was nothing huge lethality.

Weber stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, "Oh, not bad." He said, "Seeing how thin you are, you have a lot of magic power reserves." He cast another spell while speaking.

Just judging from its power, one can tell that this spell is not simple—it is definitely a forbidden spell.

Forbidden spells, as the name suggests, are forbidden spells. Even in Durmstrang, there are extremely strict requirements for the use of forbidden spells-because every appearance of forbidden spells can take at least one life.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Louis jumped aside very quickly, his expression was extremely serious, "This is just a game."

The forbidden spell followed closely behind him-this is a magic with tracking ability, once Louis stops his movements, he will be blown to pieces by the spell.

So he had to throw some quick, short but very effective slowing spells backwards in order to move quickly across the stage.

"I believe you have that ability—you won't die, right?" Weber smiled viciously, obviously he thought that Louis would not die or be blown to half death—because he was in a completely relaxed state, as if It's as if victory or defeat has been decided.

Louis frowned, and after throwing a spell backward again, he raised his wand to his chest, his lips moved quickly, and some silent characters were spit out by him, and then—everyone saw Louis in front of his own eyes. The stage disappeared.

Then he appeared behind Weber in the next second, and he pressed his wand tightly against the other's waist, "Make it stop, I know you have a way - it doesn't matter if it doesn't stop, I can guarantee that I won't die , I don’t know if you can guarantee it.”

Weber's face turned pale—Louis moved so fast that he could hardly see how the other party did it—he was very close to Louis, and although the curse was aimed at Louis, he still couldn't guarantee In such a situation, I can still retreat completely.

He raised his wand hastily, and stopped the spell.

Everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief unanimously—it would be bad if someone died, and they still want to continue this tradition.

Louis put down his wand slowly, and then slowly rolled up his collar, "My time is precious, don't look for me next time." After finishing speaking, he walked off the stage, with Barbara following behind him.

"Wow, Louis, you were just-- never seen you like this," she said excitedly.

What appeared in front of Louis was the boy's arrogance. Well, the feeling of arrogance is not bad, no wonder the boy always likes to look up at people with his chin up - the feeling of not daring to speak out when seeing the other party's embarrassment is really good.

"I'm going to the laboratory to see the results." He turned to the girl and said, "Aren't you going to the library to borrow materials?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded, "Then I'll go first, bye."

"Goodbye." Louis replied.

Then, the two parted ways, and Louis went straight to his laboratory.

……

In Durmstrang, letters had to be picked up by themselves.The school has a special owl shed. If your letter arrives, the person in charge of the letter management will notify you to pick it up—it’s been almost a month since I came to Durmstrang, and Louis finally received a letter from Draco. letter.

[Dear Louis:

Hope you enjoy your stay in Durmstrang.

There was more and more rumors about the Chamber of Secrets in the school - many students were attacked, even a Slytherin was attacked - I didn't know he was half-blood before.

But apart from him, everyone is safe and sound.

Days go by so fast, I'm sorry I just remembered to write to you today—]

As Louis read the letter, he imagined what it would be like for the boy to write the letter. He must have written for a while, then frowned and thought for a while, and then wrote again—judging from the fluency of the letters, it was obvious that it was not done in one go.

[——My mother asked me about my future wife today, and I just realized that I am about to become an adult, and my family is already preparing for my coming-of-age ceremony.I don't know what to tell my family - I don't think they will believe you - you told me not to announce the results until the results are in, so what should I tell my mother? ] After writing here, the boy's handwriting began to become scribbled, as if the time was running out.

[Astoria found me again yesterday, I looked at her and couldn’t say anything, she asked me if there was someone I liked, I didn’t know how to answer—then she invited me to go for a walk by the Black Lake Come on, I said yes--and now she's coming to me, so that's where the letter ends.

looking forward to your reply.

Yours, Draco Malfoy. ]

Louis didn't know what mood he had in reading this letter. Yes, for the sake of insurance, he couldn't allow this experiment to spread before it was successful - because people are always used to criticizing unfinished things ——He didn't want himself and the boy to be the target of public criticism.

So obviously, if Draco would not explicitly refuse, the little girl from the Greengrass family would definitely not let it go.

Louis didn't have a deep impression of Astoria Greengrass. He probably remembered that she was a girl with a sweet smile and a very cute appearance—he couldn't even remember the color of her hair—because she really What's more, the sense of presence is too low. When Louis and Draco are together, she mostly reads in the corner—so that when Louis sees Draco accepting Greengrass' invitation, he Can't think of what he should say.

Well, he's pretty confident about the boy's feelings for him - but he's feeling a little uncomfortable about it.

He told himself that being friends was free—yes, just as he and Pencey were on good terms—and when he hinted at himself that, he felt better.

He picked up the quill, ready to write a reply letter to the boy.

[Dear Draco:

Glad to hear you are all well.

The Quidditch match has begun. It is a little regretful not to be able to see Slytherin's house team match with my own eyes. I sincerely hope that Slytherin can win this year's Quidditch Cup.

In addition, I have no impression of Astoria, I hope you have a good time.

Yours, Louis van Meyer]

When Draco got the letter, he felt a little frustrated - he held it up to Pansy, "The way you said doesn't work well - Louis wishes me and Astoria to play Pleasant—I wonder what he thinks."

Pansy covered her mouth and snickered, "You know Louis' character best—to put it in a bad way, he's an old-fashioned—" After receiving the boy's stare, Pansy smiled even more happily, "It's okay, This is just the beginning - just watch, Luis will be jealous - now let's think about how to write the next letter."

Draco looked at Pansy suspiciously, "I don't know what you think, you actually asked me to accept Astoria's invitation—and I don't know how Astoria Thinking about it, you invited me to walk by the lake!"

Pansy tapped some parchment with a pen, "She probably hasn't seen it clearly yet—you know, there are not many people as smart as me."

"How smart are you?" Blaise came in from the outside. "Oh, this is the damn weather."

It's already February, and it's still raining cold outside. I feel the whole air is filled with a damp and decaying smell. Blaise walked to the fireplace and stretched out his hands, "It's still comfortable in the lounge."

"Where am I not smart?" The girl giggled.

Draco reached out and folded Louis' letter, then looked at Blaise and asked, "What are you doing out in this bad weather?"

"It wasn't the Gryffindor crowd—the whole school was turned upside down, and Marcus asked me to help."

"Help? What?" Draco asked interested.

"Oh, speaking of this, you'll probably like it." Blaise sat down opposite the two with great interest, "But you've been too busy recently, either in the classroom or in the library—you know that Marcus has the most trouble reading books So he found me - it was Filch's request - he still insists that Harry Potter is the murderer, so he asked Marcus to keep an eye on Potter - Marcus recently He had a hot fight with his little girlfriend, so he entrusted this task to me." Blaise said with some pride, "Actually, I really made some discoveries."