Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

"Immobulus!" Hermione, regaining her senses, angrily threw the fatal blow at Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy panicked for a moment, but when the spell in front of him was only blocked and stirred up white, translucent ripples, he realized that Marcus had been prepared all along.

He shouted triumphantly, "I won't fall for the same trick twice!"

But this was just a test; Nietzsche had already launched his attack the moment his gaze was diverted.

"Colloshoo!"

This was something he learned from "Curses, Curses, and Counter-Curses," and it was recorded near the beginning. It was easy, and he had just clearly seen that the tip of Marcus's wand was pointed at Malfoy.

In other words, he cannot cast two spells at the same time.

Marcus dodged swiftly, but Hermione's Knot Curse followed closely behind. He suppressed his anger and said to Malfoy, "Use the spells Professor Snape taught you! How many more opportunities do you want me to create for you?!"

He was relentlessly pursued by Nietzsche and Hermione, while his only teammate remained smugly pleased with himself.

The only output, yet it took on the role of protection.

"One...two...three...Yugadimu Leviosa!"

As Nietzsche ran, he saw Marcus turn around and raise his hand. He counted to three, and as the fourth count sounded in his mind, he used a levitation spell to make the stone in front of him float up, blocking the opponent's leg-locking spell.

Marcus gritted his teeth; he hadn't expected this freshman to be so difficult.

With this kind of fighting spirit, once OWL is over, Frivi will definitely personally invite him to join the Duel Club.

"Did you hear anything?" Harry suddenly looked around.

Ron and the Weasley brothers both shook their heads and looked behind them, but Filch, the castle's caretaker, did not follow.

"Is your wound reopening...?"

"No! Someone is giving orders." Harry felt like he'd heard that somewhere before; it sounded familiar.

But he quickly realized what was speaking, because Hermione had just used the Levitation Charm to lightly leap away from Malfoy's attack and then heard the snake-like incantation coming from its mouth.

"Serpensortia (The Dragon Emerges from Its Cave)"

She had never heard of it before, so she squinted and stared intently at the other person, when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

It turned out she was looking in the wrong place.

Hermione's screams immediately made Nietzsche's heart clench, and Marcus obviously wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. Before he could even run a few steps toward Hermione, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

It's a curse that makes your legs weak...

"Something bit me, but I'm fine." Hermione blinked stubbornly, holding back her tears.

Only when he got closer did he discover that a black snake had slithered into the grass near Hermione and gone back into hiding. The killer had completely blended into the darkness, which explained why Hermione hadn't noticed it.

In the light emitted by the magic wand, Nietzsche could also see the girl's bitten ankle:

The wound above began to swell, the skin under the skin slowly turned purple, and the bleeding wouldn't stop.

“It’s a neurotoxin…” Nietzsche immediately bit his sleeve with his teeth, tore off a piece, and shoved it into Hermione’s hand without saying a word. “Use it to constrict her calves and slow down the spread of the venom.”

"I'm fine... Nietzsche, the professor is coming... hang in there."

Before Nietzsche could ask her anything, he suddenly felt an unprecedented anger, even greater than when he used to beat people up.

The venomous snake slithered silently through the grass, waiting for its next command.

“Well done,” Marcus said, panting.

“Is it really necessary? They’re just two first-year students…” Malfoy cast a disdainful glance. He saw victory approaching, and the immense joy made him involuntarily issue the order, “Keep attacking! Until he surrenders!”

Snakes! Yes, Harry immediately remembered something.

He slapped his forehead in frustration and shouted, "Watch out to the left! I hear it talking!"

"Wingardium leviosa!!"

The dark, venomous snake opened its mouth, revealing its fangs, but Nietzsche had suspended it in mid-air, leaving it only able to hiss weakly, perhaps begging for mercy... but he didn't know, nor did he want to know.

Driven by his emotions, Nietzsche subconsciously conceived a thought—to grind it into a cake.

If Malfoy and Marcus's ears are not damaged, then it is indeed a levitation charm, but how could a levitation charm flatten a snake?

They witnessed the venomous snake being gripped by iron hands, its eyeballs bursting from the pressure, and if you looked closely, you could even hear the sound of its bones cracking inside.

So the snake meat cakes, with their skin still on, floated in the air.

Nietzsche felt a kind of intoxication, as intoxicating as if he had drunk a whole bottle of brandy. He was in a daze and seemed to sense the subtle changes and effects of the spell.

But as Hermione groaned in pain, he quickly recovered from the state.

“I see, so this is what thoughts are like when emotions influence them... Malfoy, you’re really lucky.”

For someone like him, a mortal of the last days, to personally experience the levitation spell that grants rebirth is already a rare stroke of good fortune.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: You Know Nothing About the Levitation Spell

"This is a Levitation Charm?!"

In Malfoy's mind, the Levitation Charm was a basic spell for beginners, used at most to make things easier, or to make one's movements lighter, like Hermione Granger.

But... to make a venomous snake float in the air and be flattened by magic, doesn't that look like dark magic?

The "Summoning Spell: Unleashed" is just a basic summoning spell, but that doesn't mean it's harmless. When used properly and in the right time and environment, even an inconspicuous snake can cause trouble for the enemy.

Nietzsche's wand was very quiet and smooth when casting its magic, like a precise machine.

By the time the levitation spell's effect wore off, the dead snake had already fallen to the ground.

“Give up, your assistant has already left.” Marcus took a few deep breaths and said calmly, “Actually, you’ve done quite well for a first-year student…”

He admitted that he was scared.

It wasn't that he thought he would lose, but looking at the snake, he felt a strange sense of unease. He didn't want to offend a wizard who could make standard spells look amazing.

"Wingardium leviosa~"

Nietzsche chanted the incantation once more, and temporarily shifted his rational thinking to fully and intuitively experiencing all the emotions that the outside world brought him, then used the subconscious driven by those emotions to influence the spell.

In this process, he must be honest with himself.

Although there will inevitably be casualties in the duel, aside from rational reasoning, he will still feel anxious, angry and a little regretful because of Hermione's injury.

So, Nietzsche waved his wand, and Hermione behind him floated away from the spell's range like a leaf caught in an autumn breeze.

At the same time, Malfoy on the other side was like a snake wrapped in a semi-transparent eggshell, except that the eggshell was slowly shrinking and gradually leaving the ground.

Amazingly, Nietzsche felt that the weight of a feather and a person were indistinguishable in the face of the levitation spell.

"Stop him!" Malfoy's panicked gaze swept over the dead snake on the ground, then he thought of himself. "Your Ironclad Charm is just stalling... Go kill him!!"

He could feel immense force trying to lift Marcus through his armored spell.

There's already a case right before our eyes, and Draco clearly understands what will happen to him if he were to float in the air.

“In terms of the number of spells, Nietzsche could never surpass Marcus now.” George took out his wand, put the tip to his lips, and spoke like a professional sports commentator.

"Brother, don't forget, Marcus still needs to maintain the Ironclad Charm, and the students' magic power is not enough to support both ends."

Nietzsche was insisting on controlling Malfoy, and it was simply unrealistic to expect him to evade the spell as frequently as before.

He knew that if he wanted to maintain the balance of the situation, he had to find a way to take advantage of the opponent's respite and get rid of Malfoy. His mind and attention had to be focused on controlling the magic.

"Quickly—fight—back off!" Marcus shouted with all his might.

Nietzsche felt as if he had been struck head-on by an angry bull, and he was thrown backward.

He clutched his abdomen, tentatively pressing it with his fingertips, only to discover that his ribs might be broken. His head was buzzing from the violent impact, and he had also lost some of his hearing.

Faced with Marcus's relentless advance, he could only prop himself up on his elbows and slowly walk towards him.

Nietzsche, however, seized an opportunity in his mind—when Marcus shouted the repulsion spell for the third time, the preparation time, which was originally about two seconds, turned into four seconds, which meant that the magic power in the opponent's body had run out.

"What's your plan?" Ron was jumping up and down anxiously, as if he were the one who had been defeated. "Hermione, didn't you say that Nietzsche wouldn't lose as long as he held on for ten minutes?"

"Damn it, Neville didn't go looking for his toad on short notice, did he..." Hermione said, somewhat annoyed. "I knew it!"

She wanted to stand up and help, but the Weasley twins stopped her, because any more strenuous exercise would only increase her blood flow.

Therefore, all Hermione can do right now is hope that Neville can be of some use in crucial moments.

But they made a mistake in their judgment... On Warrington's note, Marcus's volatile temper and the moves he used in the duel were clearly recorded.

The opponent's strengths lie in knockback and obstacle spells, meaning that as long as it's not a petrification spell like the one that can instantly render Nietzsche immobile, it won't affect his control over Malfoy.

Nietzsche was repeatedly defeated by Marcus's all-out attack, but the pain only made him more clear-headed.

Malfoy, whose feet were already slightly off the ground, felt a sway and shouted excitedly, "That's right! Flint, that's it! Don't give him time to use the Levitation Charm!"

The dawn of victory has arrived. Once Nietzsche loses control of the spell, Malfoy will land, and the situation will instantly return to one against two.

But he oversimplified things; the shaking was just shaking...

For the first time, Marcus felt a strange sense of panic. His opponent was like an unkillable cockroach; every time he was repelled, Nietzsche would get back up. It seemed that the only way to stop him was to kill him.

He was puzzled, but he soon realized what the other party's purpose was under such absolute overwhelming strength.

“Your wound…” Marcus’s hands began to tremble.

Turning his head to look at Malfoy, who was issuing orders to him from behind, and then looking at Nietzsche in front of him, a huge gap was laid out before Marcus.

Nietzsche did not retreat; instead, he walked towards him.

How many times has this happened?

Looking at the panting Marcus, Nietzsche seized this fleeting opportunity.

“I’m sorry, but to be fair, I’ll think about it… and eliminate him.” Nietzsche hunched over, raising his hands towards Malfoy like an old man, and then Malfoy’s body began to bend.

Imagine him as a piece of paper.

This has nothing to do with size or the level of magic; it is merely a subconscious reaction born from Nietzsche's aversion.

That's how you apply a twisting effect to a target while it's in a 'floating' state.