After only one look, Vincent had already roughly learned the Clear-Sight Charm.
However, he had no intention of using it and instead chose to close his eyes.
Reflecting on failure, then let's give each other a beating.
If one beating doesn't work, beat them twice; if that still doesn't work, keep beating them.
The orange-red light from the tip of the Alder Wand was all drawn upwards, leaving the students below in complete darkness.
Draco, who could be seen, took a step to the side, his face full of mockery.
What good is Nonverbal spells if it misses?
With a "whoosh," the Stunning Spell passed by without even touching a single hair on his head.
The feeling of constantly teetering on the edge of being hit is so exhilarating!
Especially after dodging them one after another.
Even if you can't see it clearly, that annoying face must be furious.
When he can no longer chant the spell, that's when he'll defeat the person.
Elphias Doge, standing in the aisle, shook his head with considerable regret.
Vincent had his eyes closed in the darkness, probably trying to hear the footsteps.
But Nonverbal spells alone is not enough; if you can't see it, you can't see it.
Just when he thought the outcome was already decided, Vincent raised his other empty hand.
Draco dodged as before, and then Stunning Spell Wandless Magic suddenly flew over.
He quickly crouched down, and the Stunning Spell of unconsciousness followed immediately.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed Elphias Doge's face.
Mastering two profound spellcasting techniques at this age certainly makes him a potential professor after graduation.
Dumbledore was not joking after all.
Draco, who was lying on the ground desperately trying to dodge, had already lost.
Faced with a near-continuous barrage of Stunning Spell, he opted to use the Shield Charm for defense.
And this is exactly Vincent wanted to see.
Elphias Doge looked to his left and right with some emotion.
Both sides of the students were full of confidence and neither seemed to believe that the students from the same college would lose.
Competition is a driving force for progress, and this is a good thing.
"Bang—" Just as the Shield Charm Curse finished chanting the incantation, a Stunning Spell struck the barrier.
That was Draco's voice just now; Vincent is clearly still on the offensive.
Elphias Doge observed the students' reactions again.
The Little Lions all looked like they had already won.
The Little Snakes were more or less worried, but Daphne, to his left, remained the same as before.
"Miss Greengrass, you seem to think highly of Mr. Malfoy?"
"Ah—no." Daphne was gently nudged by Pansy. "Yes, I have high hopes for Draco."
"What a touching friendship." Elphias Doge gave a slight smile.
Students from the same college don't think they'll get along, so it's probably impossible for the two on stage to improve their relationship.
But he was not discouraged and even began to plan his after-school activities.
"Bang—" This time the collision was very loud.
Elphias Doge focused his gaze and twitched the corner of his mouth again.
"Bang—bang—" With each Stunning Spell that hit Draco, the corner of his mouth would twitch slightly.
It's not very powerful; it can only knock someone back a step or two.
But the sheer number of them was overwhelming.
He still admired Draco quite a bit.
Even though he was being beaten, he kept quiet and didn't utter a sound.
If you have such backbone, then let's end it early.
However, before that, Draco, who had been hit countless times, flew backward and crashed into the floor below the podium.
"Ah--"
Vincent released the extinguishing spell and looked in the direction of the howling.
After breaking the Shield Charm, he cast a total of 26 weak Stunning Spell, roughly equivalent to 26 ordinary punches.
Including the impact with the floor, it should have some effect.
With Elphias Doge's help, Draco, who had stopped shouting, glared at him again.
The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.
However, Vincent wasn't afraid of this pampered young master at all.
"Pain gone—" Elphias Doge waved his wand. "Mr. Malfoy, you actually did very well."
He wore a kind smile. "It's enough to deal with those Magical Creatures that can create darkness."
"If you could learn the Silencing Charm, you could quietly sneak up behind those dark wizards who don't know the Clear-Sight Charm and then launch a counterattack."
Draco's ferocious little face relaxed.
But when he saw Vincent slowly putting his school uniform back on, his face fell again.
Up close, that would be fantastic.
The 26 Stunning Spell from before will probably be replaced by 26 extraordinary punches.
He brushed away Elphias Doge's hands, which were helping him back, and said, "Professor, I'm alright."
In his eyes, this substitute professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts was just pretending to be a good person; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Elphias Doge was a little puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it.
The Clear-Sight Charm is so obscure that even dark wizards who are solely focused on powerful magic disdain it.
Let alone Voldemort, even Grindelwald might not be able to do it.
"I believe everyone is curious about what just happened..." he said, recounting what he had seen.
"I don't remember how many times Mr. Wayne cast the Stunning Spell, but he certainly used the techniques of Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic skillfully."
Therefore, I decided to add 10 points to Gryffindor.
Of course, Mr. Malfoy also performed very well, and Slytherin deserves an additional 10 points.
Elphias Doge's goodwill was misinterpreted by Draco as malice.
Winning or losing is worth 10 points, just like giving alms.
"Ring—" The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
Elphias Doge, who had returned to the podium, did not assign any homework. He simply told everyone to practice the Clear-Sight Charm more often when they got home.
"And one more thing—" he said, looking at Vincent and Draco one by one, "Before the next class, please have my two assistants come to my office."
Unsurprisingly, both of them were extremely resistant.
But he was a proper professor after all, so no matter how unwilling he was, he had to go.
The campus is a microcosm of society.
In just one night, Elphias Doge's teaching ability has been proven.
The news of Vincent "beating up" Draco naturally spread as well.
In the deathly silent Black Swan Club Room, only two second-year girls who had just finished their Charms class were present.
"Daphne, do you have some kind of deal with Wayne?"
"Yes."
"Don't be silly, he must be lying to you!" Pansy was extremely agitated.
"The way he treated Draco yesterday, whatever the details of the deal, he was just using you!"
Daphne's eyes no longer darted away. "It's about Astoria."
"What?" Pansy jumped up excitedly. "He's just a second-year wizard. How could he possibly break the Blood Curse that's been going on for hundreds of years!"
"He is Nicolas Flamel's apprentice." Daphne met her angry eyes. "He knows Patronus Charm, as well as Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic."
"But he's Muggle-born!" Pansy struggled to suppress her anger. "Listen to me, Wayne is definitely using you to tarnish the honor of our Pure-blood."
"He has already defiled it, hasn't he?"
Aside from Theodore the lone wolf and Millicent Boarst, who was somewhat on the fringes, the four children from "orthodox" Pure-blood family, despite uniting together, were still defeated by Vincent in every aspect.
Pure-blood glory and such things no longer exist on campus.