Morris naturally noticed two men with ill intentions approaching from behind him.
However, he did not immediately turn around to deal with the two.
Because his Fire-Making Spell was just one step away from completion.
The feeling was exceptionally clear, but it could be fleeting.
" Incendio!"
Morris waved his wand.
The moment the incantation left his lips, that familiar, exhilarating feeling of resonating with magic washed over him once more.
It worked!
He could feel his magic surging joyfully into his wand.
However, the magic was not immediately transformed into flames.
It was as if something was brewing.
"That's about it."
Morris smiled slightly and flicked his wand back gently.
In an instant, a towering wall of fire rose from the ground, blocking the path between Morris, Draco, and Flint.
The intense heat caused the air to distort violently, and rainwater evaporated just a few feet away from the wall of fire, producing a dense, hissing sound.
Draco and Flint were so startled by the sudden appearance of the massive wall of fire that they retreated in shock, their expressions instantly replaced by horror.
And this is just the beginning.
They noticed that the wall of fire was winding and closing at an alarming speed.
"Run!"
Flint shouted, but it was too late.
In an instant, the wall of fire encircled them, forming a perfect cage of flames.
The two immediately felt an almost suffocating heat rushing towards them.
Draco, his face ashen, screamed, "Use magic! Flint! Find a way to put it out of the way!"
Flint ignored his scream, drew his wand, aimed it at the raging wall of flames in front of him, and shouted, "Don't panic, hold on! Aguamenti!"
A thick jet of water shot out from the tip of his wand and crashed straight into the wall of fire.
A gap quickly appeared in the fire wall as it was washed away by the water.
"It worked!" Draco roared. "Again, Flint!"
"Shut up!" Flint continued waving his wand, and even more water gushed out.
The gap is widening, enough for two people to pass through at the same time.
"Get out of here!" Draco thought his chance had come and was about to rush forward.
At that moment, Morris, standing outside the flames, shook his head and casually pointed his wand at the gap.
"Call--!"
As if fuel had been added, the flames in that area rose again.
"What?"
Draco was immediately forced to stagger backward by the raging flames.
Moreover, as Morris moved, the entire circle of flames began to slowly shrink inward.
"No! Stop! Make it stop!" Draco stared desperately at the wall of fire before him.
Flint's heart sank, and he continued trying to use Aguamenti.
However, the circle of flames continued to shrink steadily, completely unaffected.
The two stood back to back, able to clearly hear each other's desperate breaths and heartbeats.
" Black! We give up!" Draco cried out, his voice trembling with emotion.
It's useless.
Just as Draco thought Morris was determined to roast them to a crisp, and closed his eyes in despair, awaiting his death, O
"Whoosh--"
The flames vanished abruptly, leaving no trace, except for a lingering warmth in the air that testified to their presence.
Draco and Flint breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
But before the relief of surviving the ordeal could fully wash over him, footsteps began to sound.
They struggled to lift their heads and look ahead.
Morris was standing in front of them, holding... an owl?
"Ah, you two," Morris blinked, his tone sounding very sincere, " Malfoy, and this... senior? What are you doing here? I'm so sorry, I was practicing magic and didn't notice anyone was there."
Practicing magic? Didn't you notice them?
You're kidding me!
Draco was trembling with rage and was about to speak when Flint stepped forward, subtly blocking him with his body.
Flint gave the student Morris Maurice Black a sullen look and remained silent for a moment.
"It's going to rain, you two," Morris reminded them with a smile. "I advise you to hurry back to the castle."
You... you...
Draco was trembling, pointing at him but unable to utter a complete sentence.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from not far behind them.
"What happened here? I see flames!"
Professor McGonagall strode over, wearing a wizard's hat with a few small water droplets still clinging to the brim.
Her sharp gaze swept over the three people present, and her brows immediately furrowed.
" Mr. Black, can you explain this?"
Professor McGonagall's voice was serious; she had clearly sensed something.
"Of course," Morris shrugged, answering calmly, "I'm practicing my spells here, the Incendio."
" Fire-Making Spell?" Professor McGonagall frowned even more. "Practicing here?"
"Yes," Morris nodded matter-of-factly, "I specifically chose this area by the Black Lake. Few people come here in this weather, and it's close to the water source, so we can deal with any accidents promptly."
Professor McGonagall nodded slightly. "Very careful consideration, Mr. Black, but I do not recommend that students practice such dangerous spells alone."
Upon hearing this, Draco pointed sharply at Morris and shrieked, "He's lying! He deliberately attacked us with Fire-Making Spell, trapping us inside the wall of fire and nearly burning us to death!"
Flint suddenly felt an urge to punch Draco.
idiot.
Intentionally attacking with Fire-Making Spell —that's a very serious accusation.
Although Professor McGonagall is known for her fairness and impartiality, the current situation is clearly unfavorable to them.
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall's expression instantly turned serious, even cold, upon hearing this. "Explain the situation in detail, Malfoy."
Morris watched quietly from the side, completely unfazed.
Please begin your performance, Malfoy.
Draco seemed to have seized the opportunity and immediately began to describe it rapidly, embellishing the details.
But when he mentioned that Morris had summoned a huge circle of fire to surround them, Professor McGonagall interrupted him without hesitation.
"Enough, Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall's face showed obvious disappointment. "Do you think I can't tell you're lying to me? No student could possibly do such a thing, and you don't even have a single burn mark on your body."
"No, no, Professor," Draco stammered, his face flushed.
Flint felt annoyed and frustrated by Draco Malfoy's behavior.
It's one thing to be bad at Quidditch, but now you're not even thinking straight?
He stepped forward, gritting his teeth, and said to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, we're on our way to the Quidditch Pitch, we're just passing through..."
Ultimately, the farce ended with Slytherin losing twenty points for slandering a classmate and deceiving the professor.