201: Daphne: Everyone here is weak!

    "An interesting spell, the ''Slugulus Eructo,'' is it?" Rhys chuckled, shaking his head, pleased with Daphne''s actions.

    What a great student, knowing to side with the teacher.

    Much better than those who would laugh out loud watching a teacher get beaten down by a flaming sword.

    After spending a long time with Adrian in the past, Rhys often wondered if he owed him something in a past life. But after spending time with Daphne, Rhys was sure: he didn''t owe Adrian anything. If anyone owed debts, it was Adrian! Otherwise, why send Daphne to repay them?

    It had to be said, even sharing the same surname and living in the same manor, the gap between people was wider than that between humans and Flobberworms.

    Up on the stage, Flitwick noticed the commotion in the Great Hall.

    Together with Snape, he stepped off the platform and quickly approached Malfoy.

    "Ugh..." Right in front of the professors, Malfoy vomited two more slugs.

    Flitwick frowned, conjuring a large bucket and thrusting it into Malfoy''s hands.

    "Just throw up in here. Once you''ve gotten it all out, you''ll be fine."

    Malfoy: "?!"

    He wanted to shout for Flitwick to provide a more reliable treatment, but Flitwick was a seasoned professor, and Malfoy didn''t dare cross him. Helpless, he turned to Snape with a pleading look, hoping the professor who usually favored him might do something.

    Snape thought for a moment, recalling how Lucius Malfoy had looked after him during their time at Hogwarts. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small vial.

    "Drink this. It''ll help you vomit faster," Snape said, his face as impassive as ever.

    There was no other choice. With dozens of slugs writhing in Malfoy''s stomach, the best solution was to expel them.

    Malfoy: "..."

    Seeing that even his "support" had said so, he could only accept his fate—though these bitter consequences would have to wait until he finished vomiting slugs.

    As Malfoy silently hugged the bucket and expelled the contents of his stomach, the other students were energetically practicing the Disarming Charm.

    Snape''s potion proved highly effective.

    After about fifteen minutes, Malfoy stopped vomiting, having completely emptied his stomach of slugs.

    Daphne had confidence in her ability to defeat most Hogwarts students. At worst, she figured it would be an even match. But against Rhys?

    She doubted she could last even a single minute. It was a true zero-to-ten matchup.

    She suspected that Rhys could defeat her with ease even without using a wand.

    This was a rare opportunity for her to enjoy herself, and she didn''t want her turn to end as soon as it began.

    "Of course." Rhys frowned slightly at the warm breath from Daphne''s whisper tickling his ear, taking a small step to the side to put some distance between them. He genuinely had no intention of stepping onto the dueling stage. If Rowena ever found out the little Salazar was dueling little wizards, it would be an indelible stain on his reputation.

    More importantly, Rhys also wanted to gauge Daphne''s current combat abilities and see how they compared to other Hogwarts students.

    Since Rhys hadn''t faced students of all ages at Hogwarts, he wasn''t familiar with their overall skill level. He wanted Daphne to serve as a sort of "quality control" measure—a baseline for evaluating the other students'' combat effectiveness.

    Of course, judging by the chaotic scene during the disarming spell practice earlier, the children''s practical abilities likely left much to be desired.

    With Rhys''s reassurance, Daphne happily ran up to the stage. Seizing the moment, Astoria immediately squeezed in beside Rhys.

    "Watch me knock my sister off the stage later!"

    "Don''t go up just yet. Let Daphne test the waters with the other students first," Rhys said, glaring at Astoria and signaling her to behave herself and not disrupt his evaluation.

    "Alright," Astoria replied, reluctantly quieting down.

    "Miss Greengrass, since you''re the first student to step onto the stage tonight, I''m granting you a special privilege. You may choose your first opponent," Professor Flitwick announced after Daphne reached the stage, giving her the option.

    Hearing this, Daphne tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression appearing on her refined face.

    Finally, she spoke softly: "Anyone will do. After all, everyone here... is weak."

    Boom!

    The Great Hall erupted like a cauldron of boiling oil doused with cold water.

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