Tom, Weren't You Going to Teach Me Dark Magic?

Flames burrowed into the mouth of the Acromantula along the spider silk, causing its body to twist and tremble violently, and its eight spider legs to swing wildly, trying to dissipate the intense heat spreading into its body.

Black smoke and flames billowed from its mouth together, making a "whooshing" sound like boiling water in a kettle, as if the flames had reached its internal organs and ignited its body as well.

The bristles on its body curled up, and its dark carapace bulged outward, making a crackling sound. It gradually became covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it might break at any moment.

The surrounding Acromantula made terrified "clicking" sounds and once again lurked into the darkness. They not only did not continue to attack, but they also dared not make a sound, for fear of becoming the next victim.

Click!

After a tooth-grinding bang, the Acromantula, which had been set ablaze, exploded completely, with bright blue flames bursting in mid-air, instantly illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

"Is that so?" Wizet raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The exploded flames quickly gathered together, merging into a ball that merged into the wall of fire, making the wall of fire even more turbulent.

"Tom ..." he drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Riddle? Is this all you've got? You only saw Dark Magic?"

Influencing his opponent with words was Duelling Skills he learned at the Hog's Head.

If it works, the enemy often makes some unwise moves, just like Tom Riddle is doing now.

"Don't call me that name!" Tom Riddle shouted, his handsome face contorting as veins bulged out like a centipede on his cheeks.

"Don't think I can't see through your tricks! Transfiguration... Fire Magic... the effect looks good, but how many more times can you control the flames like this?"

He pulled a wand from his pocket and pointed it sharply in Wizet's direction. "Let me teach you what Dark Magic is!"

Wizet has some knowledge of Wandlore studies and subconsciously pays attention to the styles of wands.

Therefore, he only needed one glance to recognize the original owner of the wand before him, "It really is Lockhart's wand..."

The wall of fire protecting him flickered, as if influenced by some unseen force.

"Look... your magic seems to be out of control..." Tom Riddle slowly raised his wand, as if dragging something, "Your powers now belong to me!"

The wall of fire emitted a strange hissing sound, as if some kind of animal was being conceived within it, slowly breaking free of its restraints and wanting to descend into this world.

Tom Riddle raised his arm as high as he could, and a string of flames was pulled out of the wall of fire, quickly growing into the shape of Giant Serpent fire serpent, which flicked its tongue at Wizet.

The moment the Fire Snake appeared, the fire wall protecting Wizet instantly weakened, leaving only a very shallow ring, like Fire Ring that might be extinguished at any moment.

This allowed Wizet to glance at Tom Riddle, who was not far away.

After Tom Riddle cast the spell, the halo surrounding him expanded outwards, becoming somewhat more ethereal than before.

As the wall of fire was about to dissipate, the lurking Acromantula returned, pouncing on Wizet from all directions, their chelicerae clicking loudly.

"Wizet, let me help you escape!" Firenze's anxious voice rang out, "There are too many Acromantula, and I think I heard something else..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Acromantula was already within arm's reach. If it got any closer, it could extend its legs and slice through flesh.

The sound of the Acromantula opening and closing its chelicerae grew louder, and its dark eyes gleamed with a cruel light, as if it were imagining what was about to happen.

Perhaps the Centaur's fur would be rougher and require more effort, but that student's skin would probably only need a light scratch to draw out crimson blood...

Tom Riddle widened his eyes slightly, intending to enjoy the spectacle of blood splattering everywhere;

His eyes seemed to see a vision of the future. Dumbledore finally arrived, his face as cold as ice as he looked at the mangled limbs on the ground...

The ring of Fire Ring seemed to finally go out, releasing its last spark.

The spell "Ancient Magic: Flame Mastery" was brewing in Wizet's mind as he softly uttered the simple incantation, "Fiendfyre!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and everything seemed to slow down, drifting leisurely in the air like fireflies frozen in time.

Tom Riddle, as if realizing something, shouted, "Idiot! Get out of the way..."

Boom!

Before Tom Riddle could finish speaking, the burst of sparks transformed into a thick Fire Ring that suddenly spread outwards.

The thick bristles on the Acromantula's body were stained with flames, which quickly burned and spread into countless tiny sparks.

Wizet clenched her fist, and tiny sparks gathered like a swarm of fireflies, surrounding Wizet and transforming back into a wall of fire.

Normally, Magical creature can resist damage from magic, especially special Magical creature like the Acromantula, which has an even stronger ability to resist magic.

The Acromantula had not suffered any real damage, but they had basically lost their desire to attack. The burning pain on their bodies told them that staying away from this place was the best option at this moment.

Thinking of this, they truly retreated, intending to return to their nest and tell Aragog about everything that had happened.

Even though they were gone, the surroundings became increasingly noisy, with a rumbling sound coming from afar.

"Tom, didn't you want to try?" Wizet waved his wand, and the original wall of fire condensed into a Giant Serpent fire serpent that flicked its tongue.

"Let's see if Headmaster Dumbledore will regret it... The time has come." He thrust his wand forward, and the Fire Snake followed its trajectory, lunging towards Tom Riddle was not far away.

Tom Riddle, having discovered the Acromantula disappearing into the darkness, guessed what they were thinking. However, he was preoccupied with the oncoming fire Giant Serpent and didn't have the energy to stop the Acromantula from leaving.

"Don't call that name!"

Just as I expected...

Seeing Tom Riddle's icy expression and the expanding aura around him, Wizet decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Tom... Tom... weren't you going to teach me Dark Magic? Is this what you call teaching? It seems even... Lockhart is inferior..."

Perhaps because Tom Riddle was merely Soul Fragment, the fire Giant Serpent he commanded was repeatedly defeated and unable to withstand the fire Giant Serpent controlled by Wizet.

The fire Giant Serpent controlled by Wizet became more agile, constantly devouring the fire Giant Serpent controlled by Tom Riddle, and the gap between the two became increasingly wide.

The most obvious manifestation of this is that the giant fire Giant Serpent controlled by Tom Riddle is getting smaller and smaller, almost shrinking to the size of Ashwinder.

Tom Riddle felt a chill run down his spine; to his disbelief, Wizet's control over Fire Magic seemed to have left him far behind.

"Tom, judging from your appearance... you should be graduating soon, so why is this happening?" Wizet said slowly.

"I seem unable to learn anything from you. In fact... your power already belongs to me!"