Just as Peeves's maniacal laughter shattered the silence of the corridor and reached its climax, Draco moved.
After moving, Draco seemed like a completely different person from the one who had been standing still and smiling. His movements were as fast as lightning.
The faint smile at the corner of his mouth had not yet faded, but a sharp, intimidating light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
" Evil Spirits Begone!"
Draco's lips moved, uttering four syllables at a speed so fast it was almost indistinct.
As soon as he finished speaking, he shouted in a deep voice, " Peeves! Get out of Hogwarts!"
At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the wand traced a perfect Ω-shaped trajectory in mid-air.
Then, the arm holding the staff suddenly pulled back, gathering an invisible force at the tip of the staff.
Then he swung his arm and thrust it fiercely at the laughing, mischievous Peeves!
This thrust was driven by unwavering strength and resolute determination.
"Bite--!"
A clear, crisp sound suddenly rang out.
The tip of the wand emitted only a burst of high-frequency flashing silver-white light.
Accompanying the silver light was a sound like hundreds of delicate silver bells being rustled by a gentle breeze.
The silver light and clear sound enveloped the Peeves with unparalleled precision.
"Eeya--!!!"
The Peeves instantly turned into a agonizing howl.
The voice was so shrill it was distorted, causing every student around to shudder.
Even more alarming changes followed.
The solid body of the Peeves suddenly became translucent and began to flicker erratically.
It's like an old television with a terrible signal, the screen full of jumbled snow and noise.
It can no longer maintain a stable form, let alone control its own actions.
Now it can only struggle in vain in the silvery light, like a flying insect trapped in a spider web.
"No--! Stop! Stop now! Spare me!"
His voice was broken and intermittent, completely devoid of its previous arrogance, replaced only by primal fear and pleading.
The fear in that voice was so real that anyone could tell it was not feigned.
"That light! That sound! I'll never do it again! I'll never play tricks on you again! Please, please let me go!"
After Peeves finished speaking.
A deathly silence once again swept through the entire corridor like a tidal wave.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stood frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the struggling figure within the silvery light.
Hearing Peeves's heart-wrenching pleas for mercy, the shock in my heart surged like a raging storm.
They witnessed firsthand how Hogwarts's age-old scourge, the King of Mischief, who had baffled successive headmasters, was driven to such a wretched state.
What shocked them even more was that no one recognized the incantation.
" Evil Spirits Begone!"
A Ravenclaw upperclassman murmured those four words repeatedly.
His brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown.
He then turned to look at his companion, who was also well-read, but the other simply shook his head blankly, his eyes full of confusion.
"That Ω symbol... what's that?" a Hufflepuff student asked in a low voice.
"I think I've seen a similar pattern in Ancient Runes class, but... but I've never heard of it being associated with such powerful exorcism magic."
"I've gone through the entire ' Standard Book of Spells,' from beginner to advanced levels, and I still haven't seen this spell!"
"That's what a young Gryffindor student wearing round-framed glasses said."
"I've secretly flipped through a few of those extracurricular magic books, and again... I've never heard of them!"
"That light is somewhat like Patronus Charm, yet completely different."
A senior Gryffindor stroked his chin thoughtfully as he spoke.
Then he shook his head in self-doubt.
" The Patronus Charm is warm, carrying the protective power of light, but this... is more direct, more domineering, like a purifying power specifically targeting these kinds of spirits!"
"Look! Peeves... he seems genuinely scared!"
Another student pointed to the increasingly dim light and shadow.
"He's not afraid of the Malfoy family's power, he's afraid of the spell itself! Merlin's beard, what kind of magic is this?"
Whispers rose again like a tide, but this time there was none of the previous mockery and schadenfreude.
All that remained was a sense of awe, reverence, and intense curiosity.
All eyes were focused on Draco, this time not with amusement or pity, but with an almost awe.
This Gryffindor, abandoned by his family, this seemingly cynical Malfoy, unexpectedly becomes a mysterious figure wielding unknown and powerful abilities.
At the back of the crowd, Harry and Ron slowly recovered from their extreme shock.
Ron's agape mouth finally closed slowly, and he turned to look at Harry beside him:
"Did you see that? Is that... is that real? What the hell was Malfoy using just now?"
Harry shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion.
Harry stared intently at the tall figure ahead, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time.
He had seen countless powerful spells, but he had never seen such a strange and domineering exorcism technique.
Hermione remained frozen in place, her breath seemingly halting for a moment.
But her eyes blazed with a light so intense it was almost burning.
It was a thirst for knowledge ignited by the unknown.
Her lips moved silently, repeating over and over the words " Evil Spirits Begone " and the sound and shape of "Ω".
His fingers unconsciously flexed and extended slightly, clumsily mimicking the gesture Draco had just used to cast the spell.
Her mind was already completely overwhelmed by a surge of shock and curiosity.
This was a spell she had never seen in any magic book.
The concise yet powerful incantation, the hand gestures imbued with ancient mysteries, the purifying silver light and clear sound, the near-perfect restraint on Peeves...
All of this points to an astonishing possibility.
This is an extremely ancient, extremely obscure, and possibly even lost art of magic.
It may originate from some unknown lineage, but it belongs solely to Draco.
And she had just witnessed Draco skillfully unleash this magic that overturned her understanding of the world.
Draco slowly lowered his wand, and the faint smile returned to his face.
It seems that the astonishing move just now was nothing more than doing a trivial thing.
Just when everyone thought the incident would end with his complete victory and Peeves's pathetic escape,
Draco then did something completely unexpected.