Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"You're distracted, Draco."

In my memory, Voldemort's voice just flashed by.

In reality, I could already hear my uncle’s cold reminders.

When I came to my senses, my white linen shirt was stained with red cherries.

My left cheek felt hot and burning, apparently it was scarred by my uncle's spell.

He collected his thoughts and frowned tightly.

Never again allow yourself to be distracted by memories.

He knew that if he did so, he would end up in danger of endangering his family.

He looked coldly at his uncle on the steps and danced his wand again.

"Even the most perfect defense can be exposed due to fatigue."

"Never, ever stop to think about how to attack."

As Rodolphus spoke, several more beams of black mist quickly floated over.

When it flew not far in front of Draco, it suddenly split into a dozen arrow-like black shadows.

The arrows burst out with dark blue strange hot flames, overlapping to form a web of arrows burning with poisonous fire.

While stabbing himself in the chest and abdomen, he also blocked his escape route.

There was no escape, just watching my uncle waving his wand.

After the first wave of spells, another wave of black fog gathered and the attack continued.

In a split second, he gave up his instinct to use a barrier spell to defend himself.

He gripped his wand, remembering the tips Severus had given him.

Borrowing the moisture from the surrounding air, the wand formed ice crystals as it rose and fell.

Weaving into a glittering protective net reflecting the sunlight, it keeps extending outwards.

Ready to wait for the first impact of the black rocket array.

The moment the spells collided,

The ice crystal net was shattered into particles after making a clanging sound under the impact of the sharp arrow.

Then the black fire on the arrow evaporated into a long mist.

However, he successfully blocked the arrow.

Draco narrowed his eyes and had no time to think about it.

With a twist of the magic wand, the mist suddenly gathered into beads.

Then it formed into a thin water curtain, wrapping around the second wave of black fog which had not yet taken shape.

The midday light falls, the black fog and the water curtain entwine,

A spiral formed between Rodolphus and Draco.

He clenched his wand in both hands and pointed it at the tornado-like shape.

The wrapped black fire burned fiercely, and his own spell also continuously turned into mist and spread into haze.

But as thoughts gathered and entangled, more water vapor from the surrounding area was drawn in.

Finally, my uncle's curse was slowly dispelled.

Before he could catch his breath, Rodolphus waved his wand again.

The magic wand emitted a purple beam that had never been seen before.

It shot through the water curtain that had the upper hand and rushed towards him.

Before he could even think about how to resist, the spell was so powerful that he felt a slight chill in his stomach.

The amazing thing is that the skin didn’t feel much pain.

Before he could think about it, the life-saving spell that Severus had repeatedly warned him not to use lightly flashed through his mind.

The hawthorn wand dangled and flicked,

The purple beam of light was instantly split into pieces of light and shadow, as if it was split by a sharp blade, and then disappeared.

But in doing so, the mist that had just been carefully maintained also dissipated instantly.

I thought this wave of attack was over.

I never expected that the black fog that should have been diluted by the water whirlpool still had some traces left.

The moment the mist dissipated, it suddenly turned into a black rocket that flew through the air.

In a flash, Draco was unable to defend himself and could only dodge sideways.

But it still left a scar on the black arrow.

Worse still, the spell was called back immediately after it had passed.

It seems that it will not be dissolved unless it penetrates the target.

Draco bit his lip and opened and closed his wand.

He swept out the black blade that his uncle had released and slashed at the arrow.

Hearing the explosion of the curses colliding, he turned around and gently pointed his staff at his uncle.

The steps were instantly covered with mist, which then turned into crystals and gradually reflected the sunlight.

Rodolphus waved his wand, and amidst another series of tinkling sounds,

He put away his wand and walked down the steps.

It seemed that his final attack was resolved with just a wave of his hand.

Draco frowned, but didn't care much, just staring carefully at his uncle's robe sleeves.

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Rodolphus stepped onto the grass and nodded in approval.

"Very good, you didn't forget to attack."

Then he shook his head.

"Too gentle."

Bella also came over and spoke impatiently.

"You want to freeze Rodolphus in the end, right?"

"Why bother?"

Looking at his uncle and aunt, Draco put away his wand.

While the spell was in a stalemate, his hands, which were numb and trembling as he held the wand, were quietly placed behind his back.

"An attack that is too direct will only be blocked by my uncle and will have no effect."

He spoke softly, trying hard not to let his teeth chatter and strike each other from exhaustion.

I never thought that such a practical battle would make me so tired.

After all, past practice with Severus,

The strength is not enough to make you bleed if you are not careful enough.

A few drops of sweat had spontaneously slid down my shoulders and neck, making me feel uncomfortable due to the wetness and stickiness.

His aunt's crazy laughter suddenly rang out, causing Draco's tired heart to jump unexpectedly.

"Will that work in the end?"

"Why not use the Unforgiveness Curse?"

"Even if it can be blocked, as long as it hits the opponent, the effect will definitely-"

Bella's laughter was still floating in the air when suddenly there was a hissing sound, making her look surprised.

A gleam of victory flashed in Draco's eyes.

"Oh? I see."

Rodolphus said this with interest, raising his right hand holding the wand.

The pitch-black robe suddenly tore open, and a few drops of blood fell on the grass.

"Freezing the moisture in the air is just a trick."

"A real attack is to bury the invisible air blade into the opponent's body?"

Rodolphus said, examining the wound absentmindedly, then looking at Draco.

Draco nodded slightly, feeling a little happy.

During my practice with Severus, I learned this slightly complicated spell.

This was the first time she successfully used it in actual combat.

Apparently, although my uncle and aunt are scary,

But it also greatly improved my practical skills.

"Very good. It has a similar effect to Druha's purple blade, but is more difficult."

Rodolphus looked at it, as if the injured hand did not belong to him.

"But all the same, too gentle."

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