Is Avadasauri? A good spell, one of the only spells worth paying attention to in this world, a spell with no harm and lethal effect. In this world system, there seems to be no protective spell to resist, ignoring any defense, and the only purpose of existence is to destroy life. [Read the latest chapter.] Augustus's eyes are flowing on Porter. If, without this child, perhaps, Avadasauri is indeed perfect.

He reached into the glass bottle, and the third spider seemed to know the impending bad luck, crawling around the bottom of the bottle desperately, trying to avoid Moody's fingers, but he still grabbed it and placed it on the podium. The spider began to crawl on the wooden table again, desperately.

Moody raised his wand and Harry suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Avadassauer!" Moody roared.

A dazzling green light made people unable to open their eyes, and there was a messy sound, as if an invisible giant was flying by in the air. At the same time, the spider turned over and lay on the table on his back, without any scars on his body, but he was undoubtedly dead.

Augustus habitually opened the eye of exploration at the moment when the green light flew by. As expected, Avadasaumi, who is known as the ultimate death curse in this world, has a far less effective effect in the real magic system. Almost any magic above level six has a way to resist it. In other words, a standard magician can easily crack this unsolvable spell that is not worthy of.

"It's not beautiful," Moody said calmly, "and it's unpleasant. And there's no way to break the curse. There's no way to resist it. As far as people know, only one person escaped this curse, and he was sitting in front of me at this moment."

Everyone's eyes then turned to Harry. Harry stared at the empty blackboard, as if he was fascinated by the blackboard, but in fact he saw nothing...

"Show students three unforgivable curse at school. This one is called Moody, and it doesn't seem to play according to common sense." Lilian glanced at Malfoy, who was sitting next to him and said casually.

Malfoy smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's just a sensational one. You forgot that I almost hit Loki's pyrotechnic. For us, the unforgivable spell is just three slightly more powerful vicious spells. The world of magic has opened another sky as early as when we met Mr. Augustus. Now I may still be a little far from Moody, but he has stopped. My magical path is still very long. One day, such a person is just a stepping stone under my feet."

Augustus looked at Draco in surprise. After this incident, he seemed to have matured a lot. He did not have my father who often talked about him, nor did he have the so-called resentment. He just accepted everything calmly and saw their gaps and future calmly. For the magician, always maintaining rationality and not blinding his eyes for hatred is the real advantage.

Moody was speaking again, "The Avadasauri mantra requires a very powerful magical power as the basis. - You can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only have a little nosebleed at most. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite the spell."

Most of the Slytherin students sneered disdainfully. In this school, no one dared to say in front of Augustus, "If you aim at me and recite Avadasauri in front of me, I will only have a little nosebleed at most. He just believed that Augustus was too lazy to be serious with him. In fact, Augustus did not express any expression.

The class was over, and the Gryffindor lions gathered together in awe and discussed the content of the class in awe. For Slytherin, most pure blood was really not interested in having an academic discussion on the so-called three unforgivable curses.

Time flew, and in a blink of an eye, it was already late October. On that day, when Augustus and the other two came to the hall, they found that they could no longer move forward because a large group of students were crowded around a grand notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase. The students around them noticed Augustus' appearance and consciously gave up a passage. Augustus walked in and Malfolilian followed him.

Three-way Championship

Representatives of Boothbaton and Demstrong will arrive on Friday, October 30 at 6pm. The afternoon class will be half an hour ahead of schedule

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"So, the progress of the three strong competition has been put on the agenda. Since both schools are about to arrive, it is estimated that the process of electing the Warriors will begin soon." Lilian's eyes were filled with surprise. After all, the three strong competition, an event that has been suspended for a hundred years, is about to be re-organized, and it is still a bit powerful.

"It's only one week!" Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff Academy squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes shining, and said, "I don't know if Cedric knows it. I'll tell him..."

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Cedric's prestige in Hufflepuff is still the same as before," Malfoy smiled and shook his head. "Although the last duel club was completely defeated in front of you, he still seems to have a lot of fans."

"You underestimate Mr. Augustus' supporters too much. Leaving the advantage of last year's age, if you really want to vote for the Warriors, I'm afraid at least three-quarters of the students in the entire school will support Augustus." Lilian glanced at Malfoy with disdain on her face.

"That idiot Digory, too, wants to be a Hogwarts warrior?" Ron's high tone caught everyone's attention in the crowd.

The Hufflepuffs' crowd glared at him, and Ron's pale face turned completely red.

"Don't embarrass you, go quickly." Hermione pulled Ron, and Harry smiled awkwardly at Hufflepuff's classmate. The three of them fled the scene in a rather embarrassing manner.

"Haha," Malfoy laughed, "I have to say that I began to like the truthful Weasley. Look, he expressed everyone's voice."

Augustus touched his chin helplessly. This behavior of destroying unity seemed to be somewhat unworthy. Well, it was not worth it, absolutely not worth it.

The notice that appeared in the foyer had a significant impact on the people living in the castle. In the next week, no matter where they went, people seemed to be talking about only one topic: the Triple Championship. Rumors quickly spread among students, such as highly contagious bacteria: who would compete to be the Warriors of Hogwarts, what events would be available for the Championship, and how are the students of Boothbaton and Demstrong different from them.

The castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning. Several dirty portraits were cleaned, and the people who were scrubbed were very dissatisfied with it. They sat in the frame with their bodies shrank and muttered in a coode, and every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces, they grinned in pain. The armor suddenly became shiny and no longer creaked when they were moving.
Chapter completed!