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Chapter 249: Malfoy's "Tragic" Death
Chapter 249: Malfoy's "Tragic" Death
The combined Dark Arts class for the four Houses only lasted once, and they soon returned to their regular teaching schedule.
On Thursday afternoon, Vold, Michael, and the others arrived at the classroom with their books and noticed that most of the Slytherin students were already seated.
"If I may say, having all four Houses together makes the class more interesting," Anthony commented. "The Gryffindors are quite fun."
"I don't want to," Lisa muttered. "Hermione always makes me nervous."
Padma shot her a glare, and she quickly explained, "I don't hate her; it's just... you know, she always seems to know everything, which makes me feel dumb and not hardworking enough."
Hearing this, Padma felt a sense of understanding. However, she chose to verbally defend her friend, "It's not Hermione's fault; it's your issue. Don't make it sound like Hermione is bullying you."
"But she loves to show off! I'm not wrong!"
Lisa, slightly irritated, turned her head and sat next to Daphne and the other Slytherin girls.
The boundary between Slytherin and Ravenclaw students was not as distinct, and they quickly gathered together, chatting and laughing.
Padma huffed at Michael, "I think she forgot that Daphne and the others tried to ambush Vold before!"
"Don't be upset," Michael comforted her. "Remember, Vold didn't suffer any losses that time."
Not only did Vold not suffer, but Daphne had been scared to tears.
Thinking about this, Padma's anger dissipated, and she even felt like laughing.
There were still a few minutes before class started, but Professor Abigail had already entered the classroom.
She scanned the room and called out, "Brace Zabini, Mandy Bulstrode, Michael Corner, and Daphne Greengrass, come here for a moment."
Several students stood up, looking perplexed, glanced at each other, and then followed the professor out after pushing back their chairs.
Before long, they returned, no longer appearing anxious, but instead, they wore mysterious smiles.
"What did the professor want with you?" Padma asked quietly.
Michael shook his head, "I can't say, but you'll know soon enough."
Soon, it was time for class to begin.
Today's lesson focused on several legendary creatures mentioned in their textbooks—the Sphinx, Griffin, Cockatrice, and Ammut the Crocodile-Lion.
When encountering these creatures, ordinary wizards couldn't rely on magic to defeat them, but fortunately, powerful magical beasts often possessed higher intelligence and exhibited logical behavior.
As long as one followed the rules, there was a high chance of escaping unharmed from these beasts.
The textbook used storytelling to provide examples, teaching young wizards how to coexist with these creatures in case they encountered them. This was relatively light material, and the students devoured the book as if reading a novel.
Next came the practical part, where they practiced a few simple warning and reconnaissance spells.
These spells posed no challenge for Vold, who effortlessly cast them. He turned to observe Michael's performance but noticed that Michael was secretly pointing a black object at him.
Vold's scalp tingled, and he swiftly spun around, his wrist rotating as he silently released the Iron Armor Charm!
"Biu~"
A blob of red paint collided with the invisible armor and then fell to the ground.
Vold stared at Michael, and Michael looked back at him.
Michael then smiled awkwardly, shushing Vold to keep quiet.
He discreetly raised the black handgun.
"Biu~Biu~Biu~"
The sound of the toy gun was masked by the students' chanting, going almost unnoticed.
From the side, Vold watched as Michael shot red paint onto the backs and legs of nearby students.
Goyle, Malfoy, and Nott from Slytherin were all hit, and as he wandered through the crowd, feigning interest in observing everyone's practice results, he secretly aimed his gun at Anthony, Terry, and Stephen from Ravenclaw.
Every male student within Michael's line of sight became his target, but he spared the female students.
At the other end of the classroom, the students who had been called out earlier were also holding toy guns, shooting with enthusiasm. Some unfortunate students even had three or four splotches of paint on their bodies.
Soon, everyone noticed the additional colors on each other's bodies.
"What's going on?" Malfoy angrily tugged at his robe. "Who did this?"
He glared around, only to find that everyone had paint on them, leaving him perplexed.
Students started pulling at each other's clothes to check, and during this commotion, the "attackers" seized the opportunity to fire a few more shots.
Just then, Professor Abigail clapped her hands, signaling for all the students to quiet down.
"Suppose these are Muggle guns, and you are being attacked on the street or in a store. The paint on your bodies represents your wounds. Who can survive?"
Everyone looked at each other, finally understanding something.
The professor pointed at the students:
"You, you, you, and you, are dead. Go over there!"
Seven or eight students, including Malfoy, who had "died a gruesome death" with six gunshot wounds, were reluctantly sent to the side.
Professor Abigail couldn't help but take a second glance at him before turning to the other students—
"You, you, and you, are severely injured and beyond help. Go and wait for your death!"
Several more students stepped out from the crowd.
Then came a wave of disabled students.
Those with minor injuries.
In the end, the only ones left unharmed were the "gunmen" and just three others—
Vold, who had blocked the "attack."
Sue Li, who had been standing in the corner, unnoticed by anyone as a target.
And Pansy Parkinson, Daphne's good friend.
"This is unfair!" Malfoy couldn't help but protest loudly. "If I had known there would be such a test, I would have been more careful and avoided getting hit!"
He glared at the "gunmen."
"Yeah!" the "dead" students chimed in, protesting as well.
"In life, there aren't always moments when you're fully prepared," Professor Abigail said. "Accidents happen when you least expect them, and so does death."
Malfoy was left speechless.
Professor Abigail praised Vold and the others, awarding two points to each of their houses, and then addressed all the students:
"This is just the beginning."
"In future Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, there will be 'gunmen' randomly initiating attacks!"
"Stay alert, little fools!"
...
After class, Michael was still immersed in the joy of being a "simulated killer." He spoke excitedly:
"Professor Abigail always has new tricks up her sleeve, doesn't she? Defense Against the Dark Arts is becoming more and more interesting!"
"Don't assume you'll be the 'killer' next time," Vold said lazily. "Professor Abigail will probably choose different students each time."
"I don't want to be the one defending," Michael muttered. "Staying alert all the time sounds exhausting..."
As they returned to the entrance hall, they found a large group of students crowded there, reading the latest notice.
"Hey, what does it say? Read it out loud for us too!" Michael shouted from outside.
The students inside didn't refuse. A tall Gryffindor boy said, "This is the notice for the May Challenge."
"The May Challenge?" Michael asked.
Only one chapter tonight.
Get some rest early.
(End of Chapter)
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