Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 311 For the sake of teaching, I'll use Avada Kedavra on you!

Many students weren't surprised that Les Lint was called up. After all, he'd been arguing with Professor White.

As for whether Rice actually wrote the paper, the Slytherin students said that after spending so much time together, they could tell for themselves.

This made people like Malfoy quite happy: if he couldn't do anything to Rice, then Professor White could surely handle him, right? Go, Professor White!

As for the Jinbei set that my family bought...

Malfoy received a reply from his father, who was now arguing with Mr. Borgin, and the two were at an impasse. Mr. Borgin told Lucius that he had acquired the cups from Ms. White, and that the fact that such goods were supplied by a witch from hundreds of years ago actually greatly increased the cups' credibility.

Lucius, however, questioned the authenticity of the cup, suspecting it was a forgery by Ms. White, and wanted to return it.

Logically, Lucius shouldn't have continued to haggle after buying the antiques, but since he's a Malfoy, and Borgin wants to continue in this business, he'll have to make concessions. So, the most likely outcome is that Borgin will return a portion of the money to Lucius, and Lucius will keep the set of cups—if they're genuine, he'll make a killing; if they're fakes, he won't lose too much.

Rice stood on the podium, looking at Helga in front of him with a calm and composed demeanor.

"I'm ready, Professor White."

Seeing that Salazar was still in the mood for banter, Helga stopped talking and directly cast the Infinite Expansion Curse on him.

Rice stood there motionless, but although his body was still, his internal organs, blood, and muscles were constantly moving, and his body slowly swelled up.

Helga watched coldly. She knew that Salazar definitely knew how to break the spell. He had only called him up to demonstrate for the students and, incidentally, to vent Daphne's anger.

To Helga's surprise, Rice just stood there doing nothing, letting his body gradually inflate into a balloon.

Hufflepuff: ?

Why didn't you use the spell-breaking technique?!

Now she was stuck on the podium, unable to get down. She couldn't just let Salazar keep inflating himself, could she? The old viper's safety was secondary; the key was not to frighten the children. The sight of a "balloon" bursting was quite horrifying.

Finally, when Rice's skin had turned white and the subcutaneous blood vessels were clearly visible, Helga was forced to take the initiative.

She used a petrification spell to stop Rice's expansion, and then gave him some shrinking potion to speed up his return to his original form.

"Class, this is how to deal with the Infinite Expansion Curse..." Helga decided to continue her teaching plan regardless of what the old viper was up to.

Outside the classroom window, Rice used magic to conjure a small platform and stretched comfortably on it.

Knowing that Helga intended to use him for various spell experiments, it was foolish of him to still appear in his true form. The one being tossed around by Hufflepuff in the classroom right now was Rice's fake form.

Rice, who was standing outside the window, squinted his eyes. He decided to teach Helga a lesson later.

After explaining the principle of the Infinite Expansion Spell and how to break it, Helga used "Rice" to test several dark spells.

After all the spells were performed, Helga was about to let "Rice" return to its seat when Rice outside the window started speaking, controlling "Rice" inside the classroom.

"Professor White, shall we demonstrate the Unforgivable Curse again?"

Helga: ?

What's wrong with Old Viper? Why is he asking for more screen time?

Upon hearing the words "Unforgivable Curse," all the young wizards in the classroom became excited: most of them had already heard of these three famous spells, but none of them had ever witnessed them being cast.

So when Rice made his suggestion, everyone stood up straight, not wanting to miss any of the details that followed.

Seeing that the students were in high spirits, Helga was unwilling to go against their wishes and readily agreed to Rice's suggestion.

But before she could even raise her wand, Rice spoke again: "Professor, for better teaching results, please allow me to use the Killing Curse on you?"

All students:? !

Are we going to go this high right from the start? This is way too exciting!

Rice spoke up again: "Anyway, the killing spells cast by little wizards like us will at most make wizards like you bleed from the nose, right? It's a good opportunity for everyone to broaden their horizons."

Helga laughed: So that's how it is, the old viper was waiting for me here!

He's right; the Killing Curse cast by an ordinary junior wizard doesn't have an instant-kill effect. But Salazar clearly doesn't fall into the category of "ordinary junior wizards," so the Killing Curse he uses must be extremely powerful, enough to give her a real beating.

But you don't really think you can get rid of me with a simple killing curse, do you?

"Of course, no problem. Come on, I'm all ready." Helga readily agreed to his request—otherwise, it would be too embarrassing. The teacher had been using the students as guinea pigs, so how could he back down when it was the teacher's turn to be punished?

The two stood face to face on the platform. Rice raised his wand, while the young wizards below held their breath in their throats.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The entire classroom was enveloped in a ghastly green light. Professor White's body was thrown high into the air, slammed to the other side of the classroom, and crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, Helga's head popped out from the outer wall of the castle and met Rice's gaze as he sat on the platform. Both of them fell silent.

Clearly, she made the same choice as Rice, using a dummy to fight against her old friend's curse.

"That's a wise choice, Professor White."

"You too, Mr. Lint."

"We should go back now, or the students inside will have a breakdown."

Hufflepuff: ...

Her lips twitched twice, and she silently shrank back into the castle wall.

At this moment, chaos was breaking out in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Students stood up and craned their necks to look in Professor White's direction, wanting to know how he was doing.

That sound just now didn't sound like someone who would only have a little nosebleed at all!

At this moment, "Professor White" suddenly turned into a lump of yellow mud, while another Professor White emerged from under the podium.

"Don't worry, your Professor White is perfectly fine." With just one sentence, she calmed the young wizards in the classroom.

"A cautious wizard will never expose his true form to danger—everyone, write this down in your notebooks..." Helga began to make amends for her lapse in composure, while Rice outside the window was drawn to the figure of an uninvited guest.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This is the first update for today. The next update will be when I get home from get off work tonight.

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