Being Targeted by the Second Generation Demon King

Cypher let Professor Mellors' expectations down.

However, Professor Mellors was even more pleased with Cypher in his heart.

Cypher didn't volunteer.

He wanted to wait and see. Because he didn't know the details of this Bone-Etching Hummingbird.

Rushing into a challenge was unwise.

"The first successful challenger gets twenty points, the second gets ten points, and no points will be awarded after that."

There must be brave men under a great reward, not to mention, there were Slytherin and Gryffindor here who didn't like each other.

What? Why were all four houses taking the Dark Arts Defense class together?

Not all professors were deputy headmasters, able to arrange their courses reasonably.

Mellors also had other off-campus work, and the less time spent teaching, the better.

Even so, it still had to spend seven half-days a week teaching.

One Slytherin and one Gryffindor stood up and stared at each other without showing any weakness.

Practice began.

Sure enough, Dark Arts class was the most dangerous class.

Not for the young wizards, but for the teaching professor.

Young wizards would always cast unexpected and bizarre Spells in unexpected ways.

It would be fine if the Spells made a loud noise and had light pollution effects.

Professor Mellors could easily cast Shield Charms and other Spells to protect itself.

However, when a young wizard silently cast an invisible Severing Charm.

Looking at the almost smooth cut surface of the blackboard.

Professor Mellors announced expressionlessly that the young wizards from the four houses would take turns to come forward and challenge.

There should be at least one Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

To prevent competition between the two houses.

It also maintained the Shield Charm all the time, and it didn't think it was doing useless work.

Even though most people just shouted "Obstacles!" repeatedly.

Although a small number of young wizards successfully cast Spells, they couldn't do it accurately. The Bone-Etching Hummingbird didn't even move, and their Spells couldn't hit it.

Several Slytherin students were able to cast decent impediment Spells that hit the target.

But the effect was limited, and the Bone-Etching Hummingbird still swayed and landed on their heads before the next Spell was fired.

Finally, it was Tom Riddle's turn. He raised his wand.

The moment the professor said "Start," Tom's wand condensed visible light.

"Impedimenta!"

Tom cast the Impediment Jinx and easily hit the Bone-Etching Hummingbird that was drawing afterimages.

The Bone-Etching Hummingbird seemed to hit a wall.

It returned the same way at a faster speed and turned into a damaged quill in the air.

"Pa!"

Finally, the quill fell to the ground and completely turned into fragments.

"Excellent Spell! Strong repelling force! Accurate hit rate!"

Professor Mellors finally stopped looking gloomy, and he stiffly tugged at the corner of his mouth towards Tom.

As if showing a smile.

"Thank you for your praise, Professor. It's all thanks to your good teaching."

Tom said in a respectful tone.

Behind him, Slytherin students were applauding and cheering loudly.

"Then, twenty points to Slytherin!"

Professor Mellors said loudly, and the Slytherin cheers grew louder.

Taking advantage of the cheers to cover it up.

He whispered to Tom, "If you have time, you can always go to my office after class to learn more advanced magic."

Tom bowed again without showing any emotion, turned around and returned to his seat amidst the cheers.

Before long, it was Cypher's turn.

Cypher had been observing and had also adapted to the moving speed of the Bone-Etching Hummingbird.

He also used a Banishing Charm to knock the Bone-Etching Hummingbird away, and even after it crashed into the wall, it still struggled to fly into the air.

However, the young wizards present were stunned in place until Iris and Luna started clapping, and then applause filled the entire classroom.

In fact, the commotion was even greater than Tom's.

Because Tom only had his own house supporting him, while Cypher had all the young wizards.

"Oh! Silent Spells, only learned in the fifth year!"

Professor Mellors' expression changed dramatically.

They looked at Cypher with surprise, and praised, "Thirty points to Ravenclaw. Ten points for the reward, twenty points for praise. Of course, I won't give you any more points for casting Silent Spells in the future."

They paused, and said in front of everyone.

"Cypher, you can come to my office at any time to ask me questions and learn other magic."

Tom only received such offers quietly, because other young wizards would be jealous.

But Cypher represented an insurmountable gap; the young wizards could only look up to him with admiration.

Seeing this scene, Tom clenched his fists, a fierce expression appearing on his handsome face as he stared at Cypher.

Again? This was the second time he had sensed malice.

Cypher followed his instincts and looked over.

He immediately saw Tom, who was out of place among the crowd.

He grinned, not caring at all.

If you're starting on the same line as me, I don't care about you, you arrogant, ignorant kid with only talent.

"Damn it! Damn it!..."

Affected by Cypher's mocking attitude.

Tom retracted his fierce expression and loosened his hands.

But through his eyes, one could see that his heart was full of resentment and jealousy.

It was the calm before the storm.

Cypher's Silent Spells amazed everyone.

Luna and Iris's loud recitations of perfect Spells were nothing in comparison.

Professor Mellors, in a good mood, also gave them the promise that they could learn new Spells in advance and come to their office for answers.

Then came an unremarkable Herbology class.

And then the boring and uninteresting History of Magic.

In this class, Cypher saw for the first time that Hogwarts really had a ghost teaching.

When he heard that Professor Binns had been around for over a thousand years, Cypher couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Compared to a ghost who had personally experienced long years, probably no one could replace Professor Binns' position as History of Magic professor.

Tuesday passed just like that.

On Wednesday, in addition to daytime classes.

There was an extra Astronomy class in the evening.

Initially, Cypher, who understood the composition of the universe, didn't think he could see any fate or prophecy by observing celestial phenomena.

In fact, he still scoffed at these mystical prophecies.

He had studied celestial phenomena at home, and it was completely useless.

It wasn't until he attended the class and saw the magic array engraved on the ceiling of the Astronomy classroom that Cypher realized.

The Astronomy class didn't look at traditional celestial phenomena, but at the celestial phenomena of fate that enveloped the world.

In simple terms, it was luck.

Cypher also saw that true prophecies could predict fragments of the future.

He just didn't know if these fragments could be changed.

Cypher's soul was from Earth, and he firmly believed that his fate was in his own hands, not in the heavens.

However, he didn't want people to predict his whereabouts through divination.

I may not believe that prophecies are destined, but I can't let others deduce and arrange my life.

For this reason, Cypher took this metaphysical course seriously.

At the same time, Cypher also felt dissatisfied.

Diviners actually defaulted to passing on the most important things orally and not recording them in textbooks.

The celestial phenomena they looked at actually needed the analysis of a magic array.

Instead of the celestial phenomena observed with the naked eye outside.

Huh? So, could it be that those astronomical observatories have the handiwork of wizards?

There's no point in thinking too much, I don't have the strength to pursue the truth yet.

And so, another day passed