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Neville became muddle-headed again, not quite understanding what Professor Breen was trying to say. But as he looked at the sword in his hand, it truly was an exceptionally beautiful weapon. Its gleaming silver blade overflowed with mysterious, shifting light, seeming to contain extraordinary power. Delicate, profound Ancient Runes covered the shoulders of the blade, clearly in the style of goblins.

Neville raised the sword and slashed through the air a few times. After the blade fell, thin, crescent-shaped silver radiance still lingered in the air. After thinking for a moment, Neville flicked the blade.

"Expelliarmus—oh, get out of the way!"

After a low shout, a crimson halo immediately appeared over the silver blade. The halo then rapidly gathered toward the tip, and a streak of light shot like a meteor toward Amosta standing directly opposite him.

Neither of them had expected their first attempt to succeed. Terror immediately appeared on Neville's face, and he cried out.

Amosta's brows rose sharply. In that split second, the fingers hanging at his side flicked swiftly. Before the crimson streak could strike him, a crystal-clear magical barrier like a spring of water rose before him, barely blocking Neville's Disarming Charm!

Bang!

After a deep boom, the streak of light burst into red starlight that filled the air, breathtakingly beautiful. The gale stirred up by the collapsing spell forced Neville to stagger back several steps, while even the magical barrier before Amosta rippled violently.

Having finally steadied himself, Neville was just about to apologize when his face suddenly turned pale. His legs gave out, and he dropped to one knee, breathing lightly.

"Very impressive power."

His fingertips brushed over the cracks in the magical barrier as Amosta clicked his tongue in admiration. Then he noticed Neville's exhausted state.

"Mithril weapons allow magic to flow