The crowd gathered around to watch the spectacle, but no one dared to touch the spell cast by Lys Black. They stood frozen, watching the misty haze created by the spell, waiting for the outcome. Some even started discussing how the spell was cast.
After almost a dozen quick exchanges of spells, Lys finally exhausted the protective gear on Black and brought him down with a Leg-Locker Curse.
In a one-on-one duel, Sirius Black was no match for Lys.
"You actually have a second wand! How cunning!" In the wizarding world, having a second wand often meant a wizard had secrets to hide.
After all, every wand sold by Ollivanders, the only legitimate wand shop in Britain, was registered with the Ministry of Magic.
Lys then fully revealed the wand from her sleeve. "Do you know what wood this is? Willow, with a Dittany core, the pinnacle of healing. Now let's see how much agony this missing piece of flesh you mocked me for actually causes me!"
Without hesitation, Lys stomped on the stupid dog's arm. Seeing his face turn pale at the sound of a clear bone fracture, Lys cast two healing spells, only to cut open his flesh again, deep enough to see bone, before repeating the healing and harming process.
Sirius showed some grit; despite the pain, he only occasionally groaned, never begging for mercy.
"What's wrong, rat skin? Hit a sore spot? You dark wizards are just despicable. Isn't this why your mother didn't want you?"
Lys's hand moved more viciously. "Cruci..." But she swallowed the last word as magic surged within her.
"Haha, look at you, all worked up. I've never seen a Slytherin who wasn't cruel or evil! You're all a bunch of bad seeds."
Lys broke his arm again, peeled back a piece of skin, and ground her heel into it. She estimated that the professors should arrive soon, and he needed to suffer a bit more for her to feel satisfied.
The Unforgivable Curses were off-limits due to the severe consequences, but Lys needed an outlet for her restrained anger. She was on the brink of losing control.
Suppressing the buzzing in her head, Lys shifted her foot, watching the stupid dog struggle and listening to the groans escaping through his clenched teeth.
"Why are you so eager for my mother to abandon me? Is it because your mother abandoned you? I heard you even told your brother that your parents should be kissed by Dementors."
Lys crouched down, mocking the bloodshot eyes of Sirius Black.
"Only when your relatives reached out to the crying baby in the cradle, giving you resources, could you survive. Otherwise, even a house-elf wouldn't spare you a glance. And you say this about your parents? Who's more evil, you or Slytherin?"
Lys pressed her toe down again, seeing his face flush with pain and anger, finally feeling a bit of satisfaction.
"You always say that if I weren't a wizard, I'd be abandoned! Too bad, I am a wizard, and I'm determined to become an excellent one.
I, Lys Black, will become a wizard my parents can be proud of!
I will never be abandoned by my mother!"
Lys extended her left hand, pointing to the opal ring on her finger. "See, this is my father's recognition," then tugged at the labradorite bead string, "See, this is a gift from my mother that I love! And you? You unwanted mutt!"
Lys sensed external magic beginning to unravel her Disillusionment Charm. This immature spell was fine against a few students, but it couldn't withstand a professor's dismantling.
With a wave of her wand, she erased the traces of blood from the ground and her shoes, healing Sirius Black's bones one last time. As for the swelling and bruises? Didn't he do that to himself?
Suddenly, Lys grabbed the coiled-up Gabbang around her neck. "You can't bite people at school, Gabbang, or I can't bring you out to play every day!"
After calming the agitated Gabbang, Lys pulled Severus Snape's robe over her left arm.
"You four better not anger me again. I don't mind crippling a couple of you. At worst, I'll get expelled; minors can't go to Azkaban. Oh, by the way, it's my first time using this spell, so I hope you don't turn into an idiot."
"Obliviate."
She meticulously blurred the existence of the second wand, stepped back, and waved her wand to retract the lingering green mist of the Disillusionment Charm.
Lys hid her wand, standing there in a black robe that draped to her toes, with Gabbang on her shoulder, her red hair slightly bristling with anger, standing straight before the crowd and Professors Flitwick and Burbage.
The handsome and well-liked Sirius Black lay on the ground, still shouting, "You don't know what they've done. Slytherins are all villains! You'll all be villains!"
The gathered students were in an uproar, not just because of Lys Black's arm, but also due to the spell's range covering most of the corridor and her composed demeanor.
Some students caught in the spell's reach experienced a fear of being lost without end, a stark reminder to treat this Slytherin with caution in the future.
Some even rekindled their interest in runic spells, mistakenly believing runes could be used for wandless magic, a domain of ultimate wizards.
"Professors, sorry for the trouble," Lys politely addressed Professors Flitwick and Burbage.
Professor Burbage was more concerned with the spell than the student conflict. "What was that? Were they spinning in place, was it 'Labyrinth' or 'Disillusionment'?"
Meanwhile, Professor Flitwick hurried to separate Snape and Potter, who were equally battered from their brawl, bruised and battered with overlapping spell effects, looking equally disheveled.
In contrast to Lys, who stood calmly, and Sirius Black, who lay there with only a sweaty brow and a torn sleeve, they were utterly lacking in grace.
Lys asked Professor Burbage to wait a moment, then walked over to the newly awakened Peter and gave him a hard kick. Lys was much taller than Peter, and the kick sent him stumbling back several steps.
Lys beckoned with her finger at the wand in Peter's hand. He was reluctant to give it back, but his allies were too busy to help him, so he reluctantly handed the wand to Lys while clutching his chest.
Lys snatched not only her wand but also Peter's, leaving the little rat too angry to speak.
Trying to steal my wand? I'll show you.
Lys took the disguised hawthorn wand and cursed Peter's wand, speaking clearly and slowly, "Whenever something is taken from you, your master, Peter Pettigrew, will suffer misfortune. If ill omens arise, face them with strength."
After finishing the curse, she tossed the wand back to Peter, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The previous spell's backlash and the curse's recoil all took their toll.
Lys suddenly realized this little rat wasn't to be underestimated; the curse's backlash was strong, indicating the wand would take something significant in the future.
Her cursing skills still needed improvement.
What a loss...
Lys waved her wand to vanish the blood she coughed up. A wizard's hair, blood, and other personal items were important, as many potions and spells could use them to affect the owner. They had to be handled carefully.
Not long after, Lys found herself back in the hospital wing. The girl who had been experimenting with spells by the Black Lake was still there, not yet discharged due to slow recovery...
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