Conflict Erupts Again

Inside the classroom, the area belonging to Hogwarts had become quiet and noisy. The students all looked terrified, while Sean below the podium stared expressionlessly at Professor Gurey.

The Blood Loss Curse is a powerful type of magic, said to be an improvement on a form of Dark Arts, namely the Boiling Blood Curse. Of course, spells taught in the classroom no longer require negative emotions to cast, and there are corresponding antidotes.

However, the effect of the Blood Loss Curse is quite terrifying. This curse will cause the cursed person to bleed a lot naturally, depending on the wizard's spellcasting ability. Even beginners will experience constant nosebleeds after mastering this spell.

If one is proficient in mastering this spell, the person under its spell will bleed from all seven orifices.

It is necessary to mention the characteristics of Curse Magic here. This type of spell is different from ordinary spells. It requires a continuous input of magic power and the incantation must be repeated constantly. At the same time, the requirements for Nonverbal Spell and Wandless Casting of Curse Magic are lower than those for ordinary spells.

Therefore, Curse Magic is also known as magic in the shadows. These spells are mostly used in situations involving surprise attacks or overwhelming strength.

The limited application scenarios and the significant investment of magic and effort result in terrifying spell power; the effects of curse magic are often chilling. At Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick only allows students to learn Curse Magic in their fourth year—and even then, it's only the simplest Sleeping Curse.

The progress in Newmontgard is a bit too much...

The Swamp Digger in front of us is a level xxx Magical Creatures with a certain resistance to spells. That means that a spell that can cause Swamp Digger to bleed to death can also turn a wizard into a corpse.

Professor Gurey seems to be on the same wavelength as Professor Macdouff.

Most importantly, Sean already had experience learning the Stinging Hex. His Stinging Hex, after leveling up, produced effects far exceeding those described by Professor Riddle.

He didn't know if this was a characteristic of magic or due to his own special abilities.

Sean had a feeling that the Blood Loss Curse might turn into something terrible in his hands...

Professor Gurey demonstrated how to cast the spell, muttering incantations as the tip of his staff trembled along a strange trajectory.

Then, the students saw that inside the iron cage, the body of a Swamp Digger, which looked like rotten wood, trembled slightly, and dark green blood oozed from its small eyes and nostrils.

The panicked Swamp Digger stretched out its sharp claws to block its own face, but it couldn't stop the blood from flowing.

Hermione, standing next to Sean, turned her head away in disbelief.

"Did you see the effect?" Professor Gurey finally stopped what he was doing. "If the Blood Loss Curse continues, the blood of the cursed person will flow out uncontrollably. Apart from the corresponding counter-curse, it is difficult to suppress the effect of this curse by relying solely on Potions and Healing Spell to replenish blood."

He glanced with satisfaction at the weak Swamp Digger in the iron cage, and a smile played on his lips, "Come on, come on, my children, give it a try."

The students of Newmontgard seemed accustomed to this scene, stepping forward one by one in order, expressionless as they waved their wands and chanted spells. Professor Gurey stood by, carefully observing each person's movements, immediately correcting any deviation from the correct form.

The second-year wizard still had much to improve on his newly learned curses. Even so, after all that effort, the Swamp Digger were on the verge of death due to massive blood loss.

Professor Gurey opened the iron cage, then took out a bottle of potion and gave each of the poor animals a sip. Soon, the Swamp Digger actually regained their vitality.

"A specially made blood-replenishing Potions. Thank you for your kind help, Professor Macdouff. Remember to mention it to me in class next time." Professor Gurey smiled happily.

"Alright, Hogwarts students, stop looking at me like that. Line up and give it a try. Blood loss is no big deal for Swamp Digger. Besides, you don't think my twenty points are so easy to get, do you?"

Sean stood up and glanced at his system panel.

Blood Loss Curse (Dark Arts) Lv0: Proficiency 1570/2000

Professor Gurey's several personal demonstrations gave him nearly 1,000 proficiency points, while even though the students of Newmontgard had not mastered the skills, Sean, who was watching from the sidelines, could still gain dozens of proficiency points from time to time.

This is the terrifying learning ability that comes with ten points of Dark Arts Talent.

The Hogwarts students didn't fare so well. They were both afraid of the power of this Curse Magic and their own strength was insufficient. Many of their curses failed to cause any abnormalities in the Swamp Digger.

It was finally Sean's turn, and his proficiency had reached 1680/2000.

At this moment, the young wizards from both schools focused their attention on him. Last year's Stinging Hex had already made Sean famous, and they all wanted to see how he would perform this time.

In Newmontgard's camp, there was one person whose eyes were filled with fear. Mori still couldn't forget that scene from Hogwarts.

That guy named Sean Wallerup, the one who almost made him faint from the pain of the Stinging Hex —although the professor said he was allergic to the Stinging Hex, Mori felt that it must have something to do with Wallerup!

Sean was completely unaware; he was even forgetting Mori's name.

"Ha, looks like a very promising contestant. Come on, show me something interesting." Professor Gurey licked his lips.

Sean didn't speak; he simply raised his wand and traced its path repeatedly while chanting a curse.

"The Blood Flow Unceasing, the Blood Flow Unceasing..."

Soon, the Swamp Digger began to tremble, and dark green blood began to slowly flow from its nostrils, which could not be stopped.

"Oh, look, that's very good, child. Make the wand swing a little smaller, speed up the spell, and don't forget the image in your mind." Professor Gurey continued to instruct.

Sean's curse was more effective than everyone else's, but in Professor Gurey's eyes, he was just an outstanding student. This surprised him somewhat, but that was all.

On the panel that only Sean could see, the proficiency level of the Blood Loss Curse was constantly increasing.

1700...

1750...

1790...

1850...

Professor Gurey stared at Sean for a while. Swamp Digger had already bled quite a bit, but that was about it.

"Alright...that's about enough..." He was about to tell Sean to stop when he noticed that Swamp Digger's body was trembling more violently.

Sean also had a feeling that the Blood Loss Curse had been upgraded.

Will the effect be amplified? With this question in mind, Sean kept the curse going.

The Swamp Digger's nosebleed suddenly stopped, however, its body was trembling violently, as if something was about to burst out of its body.

"The Blood Flow Unceasing, the Blood Flow Unceasing..."

When the upgraded Blood Loss Curse continued, it was like puncturing a blood balloon hanging from the ceiling with a knife. Large amounts of green blood gushed out of the Swamp Digger's nostrils, eyes, and mouth like a burst dam!

Dark green blood splattered out, and Professor Gurey, who was standing next to him, didn't even have time to react before half of his body and face were covered in blood.

Sure enough, my dark spell's effect is completely different once it's upgraded. Sean's lips twitched, and he stopped chanting.

Professor Gurey's face was covered in blood, and the dark green, viscous liquid even seeped into the scars on his face, making him look extremely terrifying.

He didn't wipe his face, letting the blood flow freely. He kept his eyes wide open, not even noticing the blood droplets on his irises.

"Ha—ha—why not continue, Mr. Wallop?" Professor Gurey said with amusement.

Damn, this professor is a pervert...

Sean whispered, "It's dying."

Gu Lei then looked down at the Swamp Digger in the cage, which was on the verge of death. It had lost a lot of blood in an instant and was now only breathing very faintly. Around it, several other Swamp Digger, their bodies splattered with the blood of their kind, were frantically banging against the iron bars of the cage.

"Ha, you don't want my twenty points?" Gu Lei opened his mouth slightly, letting the dark green blood flow into his mouth.

"I want it, but I don't need it." Sean shook his head.

He wasn't a saint; he didn't object to using live animals for experiments or teaching purposes, but he also had no reason to take an animal's life, especially since he had mastered the Blood Loss Curse.

"Merciful boy," Professor Gurey chuckled enigmatically, "But, excellent Blood Loss Curse, Sean Wallerup, add twenty points."

"Thank you, Professor." Sean returned to his seat.

The others looked at him with a renewed sense of fear, after all, the sight of the blood spurting out was too shocking.

On the other seat, Mori swallowed hard. He was even somewhat relieved that they didn't have to practice the Blood Loss Curse on each other. Moreover, Mori felt that he wasn't allergic to the Stinging Hex Curse—it was Sean Wallerup who was allergic to the spells he cast!

"Is this the bastard kid you guys were talking about who only knows how to scheme?" a student from Newmontgard whispered to his companion.

His face was filled with disbelief—he hadn't gone to Hogwarts last school year, and had only heard about Sean from his classmates. But they said that Sean Wallerup wasn't all that great, just a lot of bad ideas...

Look at the blood splattered all over the podium! You call that just average ability?!

Hearing their classmates' questions, the students who had been to Hogwarts before looked equally grim—a scoundrel with many bad ideas was already annoying enough, but a scoundrel with many bad ideas and terrifying strength was even more annoying!

Sean had no interest in other people's thought processes; he sat expressionless in his chair, pondering everything.

The effect of this spell is not much different from the Boiling Blood Curse. The only advantage is that it does not require negative emotions. However, I still need to be more careful when using it in the future.

"Sean ..." Hermione hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopped.

"Hmm, I understand, it looks a bit scary, doesn't it?" Sean smiled helplessly.

"That's true, but that's because you're exceptionally strong," Hermione said, first speaking up for Sean, then becoming serious again. "However, Sean, you must use this spell with caution—you're my best friend, and I don't want to see you end up in Azkaban because you drained some student's blood."

"Of course, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's important, don't worry."

After the Magic Attack and Defense Class ended, Sean's actions were immediately publicized. The Hogwarts students were alright; they had known Sean for a long time and understood what kind of person he was, and besides, he was already outstanding enough in the school.

On the other hand, the students in Newmontgard were on high alert, and their hostility towards Hogwarts had increased even more—just think about it, the exchange students who came here to study were performing better than our own students, no, they were even more terrifying!

The older students put Sean on their list of people to be wary of, while the younger students intentionally or unintentionally avoided Sean.

Of course, the boy who had just lost ten Galleon that morning was now filled with regret.

Despite this atmosphere, Newmontgard's busy academic life continued.

Meanwhile, sparks flew again between the two schools. The Weasley twins, who were keen on exploring, encountered a group from Newmontgard while wandering around the castle, and the two brothers got into trouble.

"Oh, be gentle, be gentle!" Fred cried out in pain, grimacing.

Meanwhile, in the Common Room, the students had already surrounded the twins, and two girls were applying medicine to their bruised and swollen faces.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the Hospital Wing?" Sean asked.

"Don't worry, buddy, it's just a minor cut—ouch! Be gentle, Johnson!" George's eyes were bruised and his brow was swollen.

He forced a smile through his aching lips, "Those guys probably just gave us a warning; they didn't hit us too hard."

Fred snorted, "However, we really did suffer a loss."

"That's right. Peeves wouldn't have dared to treat us like this back at Hogwarts."

"I'm really annoyed. We need to show them what happens when they anger the Weasley brothers."

The twins both wore sinister expressions, seemingly already plotting their revenge.

"No, I have to tell the professors and have them punish those bastards!" Percy shouted from the side.

Fred patted his brother's arm. "Hey, Prefect, don't embarrass your brothers, okay?"

"Disgraceful?" Percy brandished his arm angrily. "My family, my brother, were beaten up for no reason! I'll make them pay! Ha, isn't the confinement in Newmontgard supposed to be tough? Let them taste it!"

"Please, we're going to get our revenge in our own way. If you want to help us, then stop targeting us, okay?"

Common Room, the Weasley brothers were arguing about how to get revenge. Sean blinked; if he remembered correctly, there was Duelling Training Class tomorrow night.

"Fred, George, do you remember who those people were?" he asked.