The battle between Harley and Professor Snape grew more intense.
After losing the candlelight, Professor Snape used one of his signature spells for the first time, filling the stage with black smoke.
The smoke blocked both of their lines of sight, while Professor Snape could sense what was happening inside it.
The smoke could also be made corrosive or infused with certain special Potions. Professor Snape had designed it specifically to suit his strengths.
But his opponent was Harley, so naturally he couldn't use anything dangerous.
If he'd been facing James or some damned traitor, Professor Snape wouldn't have hesitated to pump the smoke full of anesthetic, then use his signature spell to chop his helpless opponent into mincemeat.
After all, this was a spell Professor Snape had spent a long time developing, and he'd created it specifically to deal with a certain group of four.
Divide and weaken the opponents, then create a brief one-on-one. Professor Snape had a sharp tactical mind.
But he soon regretted it, because the smoke wasn't giving him any sign of where Harley was.
"Strange. Where did she go?" Professor Snape wondered, wand in hand.
"Professor, I'm right here!" Suddenly, a wand pressed against Professor Snape's back, and a playful voice sounded in his ear.
At some point, Harley had appeared behind Professor Snape, a lively smile on her face.
"How did you do that? In this smoke, I can sense every living thing."
Professor Snape lowered his wand to concede, then couldn't help asking what had been puzzling him.
He hadn't used the spell to its full potential, but it still wasn't something just any ordinary young wizard could break.
What ability? Obviously, it was a Demoness of Pleasure's advanced mastery of the Assassin's abilities! If you couldn't even conceal your presence, what