Professor Snape had been in an excellent mood lately. At last, he had gotten his wish and been given the chance to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.
At Matthew's suggestion, Snape added practical combat classes to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The final grades for Defense Against the Dark Arts were divided into two parts: sixty percent came from the written exam, while the remaining forty percent was graded through practical duels.
What was taking place now was the practical duel portion of the final assessment.
"If you want to chat, you can stay behind and help me wash potion ingredients. If not, start already. There are plenty of people waiting to fight after you." Professor Snape began urging them on.
To be safe, their practical duel was conducted under Snape's supervision.
Matthew signaled Fred Weasley with his eyes, telling him to attack first.
Fred pulled himself together, then the corner of his mouth curled upward slightly. "Don't worry. I won't waste too much of your time."
After the practical combat classes during this time, the other students had gained a clear understanding of Matthew's Strength.
Fred was naturally no exception. He knew very well that there was an insurmountable gap between himself and Matthew. He had no chance at all if he fought normally.
He pulled a black sphere from his robes and swiftly threw it toward Matthew.
Matthew casually waved his wand, and a nearby chair transformed into a wooden plank that smacked the black sphere away.
However, the instant the wooden plank struck the black sphere, it exploded into a cloud of thick smoke that quickly engulfed the entire classroom.
"Trying to block my vision?" Matthew said with a light laugh. "It's useless... Fred..."
But Matthew soon sensed that something was wrong. Within his Magic Sense,