81. All Curses Come To An End! Are You Willing To Be My Loyal Friends?

Snape immediately exploded with frustration upon realizing he had been tricked.

The three curses came at Wayne in no particular order.

Silent spells were cast multiple times, with faster flying speeds than ordinary spells.

These skills alone are proof enough of Snape's strength.

Wayne, under dynamic perception, lightly flicked his wand, firing three spells in a row that blasted a small hole into the floor of the office.

"Tsk, such power, Professor, and here I am, still just a child!" Wayne sarcastically remarked as he fired off two more spells from his wand. He stood tall and straight, fully embracing a fighting stance that exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

Snape's face slightly changed as he activated his magic power, waving his robe and using the armor charm to block the two spells.

"Only Dumbledore would treat you like a child!" Snape retorted. "In my eyes, you are a monster!"

Snape extended his hand, and a closet flew towards Wayne from a distance.

Wayne clenched his fist, causing the fast-flying closet to break apart. The pieces of wood weakly hit their armor spells and fell to the ground.

"Expelliarmus!" Wayne shouted, as two red rays of light collided in the air, producing a resounding noise. Continuous flashes of electric light filled the air, and a standoff ensued.

Commonly known as opposing waves, the situation perplexed Snape. He had to exert all his efforts to ensure his magic remained dominant.

"Professor, show me more power!" Wayne challenged, stepping forward. The balance of victory started to tilt in his favor as their magic continued to clash.

Even though Wayne had the same magic level as Snape, his disarming proficiency was nearly equal. However, thanks to his natural talent, his spell-casting power surpassed Snape's.

Hissing sounds echoed as the wood on the ground morphed into multiple pythons. One python disrupted the spell wave and disintegrated into pieces.

The other pythons maneuvered and slithered past.

Wayne raised his wand high, performing a graceful arc akin to that of a conductor.

In sync with his movements, thunderous nets crackling with electricity descended from the sky.

The office became a battleground, with magic spells colliding and creating various deep craters.

The roars of wild beasts could occasionally be heard.

Powerful magic emanated from both combatants, causing their robes to billow without any breeze.

Snape had completely lost his initial sense of superiority, now viewing Wayne as an evenly-matched opponent. Excluding black magic and some powerful offensive spells, he couldn't defeat this kid quickly.

On Wayne's side, he had also concealed hundreds of millions of cards. He chose not to use Lord Thunder's decree, and he retained only a few of the spells he excelled in.

What Wayne wanted to determine was the extent of his normal strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three blazing fireballs shot out from Snape's wand, but Wayne's magic diverted them, causing sparks to scatter across the sky.

Snape clenched his fist and blew on it, causing the flames to condense and transform into a huge, three-headed python.

"I was terrified. I thought you were going to unleash powerful fire, Professor." Wayne smiled and cast a few spells, first pushing the flame snake back, and then enveloping it in a golden brilliance.

"Finite! (All curses are finished)"

Have you finally mastered all the incantations?!

Snape was stunned.

"All Curses Are Finished" was an advanced version of the Curse of Stopping, capable of extinguishing even fierce fires. It was the most powerful terminating curse, but it typically required several wizards working together to perform, making it extremely difficult. Only individuals with strong magical abilities could wield it alone.

The once arrogant giant flame snake was suppressed and ultimately vanished.

A touch of peculiar blue light flickered in Wayne's black onyx pupils.

"Speechless fear!"

He activated silent mental magic, causing Snape's hand, which he had just raised, to freeze.

Images of the day he visited Godric's Hollow and discovered Lily amidst the ruins appeared before Wayne's eyes.

"No!"

Tears unconsciously streamed down Snape's face, and he let out a heart-wrenching cry. However, as the most formidable double agent, he soon realized that this was Wayne's attack.

Summoning his strong willpower, he fought to break free.

But in a duel between experts, even being stunned for a second could be a fatal mistake.

By the time he regained consciousness, Wayne had already approached him.

"Armor protection!"

"Lumos flash!"

Boom!

Ten minutes later.

Snape held a cold water towel over his right eye, gazing at Wayne with his other eye.

"You're a wizard, not a troll!"

"Who told you that you could use your fists in a duel?"

"This is a foul! I don't accept it!"

Hiss!

His excitement triggered pain from his wound, causing Snape to grimace.

Wayne sat on the soft sofa, relishing the sight before him.

The outcome was already clear: first-year freshman Wayne had defeated the esteemed half-blood prince, Professor Snape.

However, Snape couldn't help but feel that he had lost unfairly.

Wayne had suddenly unleashed a freezing arrow, employing invisible and unseen mental magic to launch a sneak attack, and only managed to break free due to his unwavering willpower. With his rich experience, he didn't hesitate to cast an armor spell on himself to prepare for the impending attack. Once again, Snape was taken by surprise. Wayne, however, unleashed an incredibly powerful lightning spell. The sudden burst of bright light nearly blinded Snape, causing the armor spell to form at a slower pace. On top of that, Wayne managed to land a punch on Snape.

To sum it up, there's no need to debate about martial ethics.

"Professor..." Wayne smiled as he noticed Snape's panda eyes. "You're a Slytherin who would do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. Why can't you understand such a simple truth?"

"As long as I can win, I could handle having a wand in one hand and a sword in the other," Wayne continued. "That's what Gryffindor represented back then. He was hailed as the greatest duelist of his time."

"The Sorting Hat must be blind," Snape sneered, as he waved his wand to restore the office to its original state. He then took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his eyes sarcastically remarking, "Ms. Helga would be ashamed if she knew that someone like you could be in Hufflepuff."

Wayne became unhappy and questioned Snape's choice of words. "Why attack me personally when losing isn't an option for you?"

"Snort!"

Snape couldn't resist him, so he chose not to say anything and took out several bottles of potions to reduce the swelling in his eyes. Soon, the results were seen. However, there is still a circle of bruises left, and it seems that it will not get better today. After some tossing, he sat back down opposite Wayne. The atmosphere is slightly dull, with neither of them starting the conversation first. Snape was still calming his inner thoughts. It wasn't until today that he had an intuitive feeling for Wayne's talent, or more accurately, his strength.

It would be disrespectful to evaluate a wizard who can fight him to this point based on talent. Wayne Lawrence, a newcomer to the wizarding world, is already a real powerhouse. Snape was sure that even Voldemort, who had also just entered the wizarding world, had not shown such abnormal strength as Wayne. This kid... Could it be that he is the reincarnation of Merlin?

Wayne, too, was deep in thought, reviewing the previous confrontation with Snape and looking for his own problems. Many factors contributed to his victory. First, Snape had a lot of inconvenient black magic that he had not revealed, such as his signature Shadowless Blade. Second, Wayne took advantage of Silent Fear, catching Snape off guard. If they were to fight again and Snape was prepared, it would not have the same effect as before. After all, it will hurt a little the first time, but you will get used to it later. At that time, they can only rely on hard power to win. Wayne realized that he seemed to have relied too much on magic. There could have been more clever ways to resolve the enemy's spell, but he chose the most direct and forceful approach. It was a little reckless. Wayne listed out his shortcomings and it took him a while to come to his senses.

"Professor," Wayne called out. "Huh?" Snape looked up and met the young man's gentle and shy smile. Damn it. Did he have a problem with his eye being punched out? Lawrence can be shy? "There is a Quote that 'It is better to make friends than to make enemies'. I have no conflicts with the students of your college. Let's end this matter this time. The principal will be unhappy if it continues." Wayne didn't know what Old Bee had been busy with these two days. Professor McGonagall was the one responsible for punishing him, but Wayne also knows that enough is enough. Professors will be greatly relieved when naughty students become wise once in a while. A sensible child may be naughty once in a while, but it will always be remembered and become an indelible stain. This truth was quickly understood after Wayne became the 'Devil King'. Everything must be done in a measured way. The school and Dumbledore will never forget his 'sacrifice'. Even Snape looked at him with surprise and asked, "You really think so?"

"Of course," Wayne replied, transforming into a well-behaved and sensible boy. "I also have some Slytherin friends, and I can't let them get caught in the middle."

Snape's eyelids twitched.

He had also heard a little bit about the Celia shop that Wayne was working on.

Especially the products sold to Little Snakes are all labeled as privately customized and exclusive for nobles. The price can only be imagined.

"That's for the best," Snape said, slowly tightening his robes.

No matter what Wayne's intentions were in proposing reconciliation, it was the best outcome for the Slytherin students. They wouldn't stand a chance against Wayne.

Snape seemed to be able to see Wayne's future at Hogwarts. He glanced at the clock on the wall and abruptly stood up.

"Come with me," Snape instructed.

"Is this the Slytherin common room?" Wayne asked, following Snape as they entered the room.

Wayne took in the snake-shaped walls, seats, and even the statues that acted as doors. The Slytherin Common Room was located at the bottom of the Black Lake. Legend has it that it used to be a dungeon for prisoners before the school was established.

Wayne's first impression of the room was that it was cold. The lounge area was enormous, much like the Hufflepuff common room. Although the fireplace was burning brightly, the overall green and cool colors made it feel chilly.

Wayne couldn't help but wonder why Slytherin chose a dungeon as their students' dormitory in the first place.

Suddenly, the few young wizards in the lounge jumped up and respectfully greeted the arrival of Snape their dean, Lawrence's presence just behind him causing confusion and disbelief due to the bruises on his eyes.

Snape, remaining calm, gave specific orders to two students named Malins and Daphne, instructing them to fetch the male and female prefects, respectively. Following Snape's instructions, the two students hurried to the men's and women's dormitories, and soon thereafter, six prefects from three grades appeared, followed by many of their classmates. Upon seeing Wayne, they glared at him, and some even wanted to mock him due to Snape's presence. Snape silenced the crowd with a cold look, and they dared not resist in the presence of their own dean.

Among the crowd of students, Malfoy looked on curiously, pondering the reason behind Snape bringing Wayne to the lounge. Surveying the room, Snape spoke slowly and announced, "It's time for the chaos to end. We are Slytherins, not Gryffindors. Don't waste your time and energy on meaningless matters. I brought Lawrence here to put a stop to this ridiculous commotion."

Snape indicated for the six prefects to step forward while the rest of the students backed away, creating space for their confrontation. He declared, "You six are Lawrence's opponents. Whether you win or lose, everything ends here." These words widened the eyes of the six prefects in surprise. Snape looked at them sideways and asked, "What, don't you have confidence in yourselves?" One of the prefects responded, "No, Professor, we will definitely defend the honor of Slytherin!" Snape remained indifferent and said, "I hope so. The rest of you should stay away."

In reality, Snape knew well that even if the number of prefects doubled, they would still be no match for Wayne. However, that was his intention. Slytherins were accustomed to obeying the strongest. Unless you completely defeat them, there will be countless conspiracies and tricks waiting for you in the future. It was how Voldemort earned respect and awe in the past. Snape wanted Wayne to come and resolve the problem once and for all.

As the other Slytherin students moved to the edge of the wall, silently cheering for their prefects, they knew that these prefects were now the highest combat power in Slytherin. Unlike other schools where prefects were appointed by the school, Slytherin's prefects were elected by the students through duels. They were undoubtedly the strongest group of people in their grade. Although Wayne had defeated many of the lesser Slytherins in the past few days, he had yet to face any of the prefects. Only Selwyn, Nott, and Travers had some trepidation within them. After all, when Wayne had defeated them, he hadn't even needed to draw his wand. Could a few prefects really succeed? The six Snakes gazed at Wayne, who still wore a warm smile, but with a cold expression on his lips. Following Snape's orders, various light spells filled the common room. One minute later, Snape, with twitching eyelids, glanced at the six prefects who were hanging from the ceiling. The room was silent, apart from the snakes.

Wayne slowly retrieved his wand and looked at Snape, asking, "Professor, is this acceptable?"

Snape snorted coldly, although he had prepared for this situation he still felt a little unsettled. He waved his wand and released the prefects, then asked, "Are you now satisfied?"

"Submit it, accept it, Lawrence. Slytherin students will no longer trouble you and other Hufflepuffs," said Daniel Avery, the seventh-grade prefect and president of the student council. He no longer looked at Wayne with hostility, but rather awe.

"I merely took advantage of some talents," Wayne modestly replied. "You are all the future backbone of the wizarding world. Today, I specifically asked Professor Snape to resolve this misunderstanding. After all...I'm a Hufflepuff and I enjoy making friends. When I was sorted into this house, the Sorting Hat told me about the advantages of Hufflepuff - having loyal friends."

With a friendly smile, Wayne slowly extended his palm and asked, "Would you...be willing to be my most loyal friends?"

Snape's mouth twitched as he struggled to express the emotions in his heart. Does this sentence capture his understanding? Sorting Hat, you bring so much harm to people!