Professor Flitwick?!

Chapter 33 Professor Flitwick?!

"The battle has been going on for almost a minute now, Baron's preparations should be nearly complete..."

While Avada used his Ironclad Charm to fiercely defend against the fake Beck's attacks, he kept a close eye on Beck's eyes to observe his movements, silently calculating in his mind: 'As long as I can stall until Baron's dark magic is ready, it can be completely over. He should be...'

Even amidst the fierce fighting, he spared a moment to glance at a certain piece of cover behind the fake Baker: 'That place.'

"With so much time having passed, Baron's dark magic must be ready by now, and he's watching me closely... If I can keep Professor Baker completely occupied and then give Baron the signal, he can launch a powerful dark magic attack from behind and defeat him in one fell swoop..."

"Very good, Professor Baker and I are at an impasse. He seems to have forgotten about Baron's existence. You can send the signal now!"

"Three, two, one..."

Avada's left hand, which had been making auxiliary hand gestures while casting spells, suddenly stiffened, seemingly revealing a small opening that significantly weakened the Ironclad Charm's sturdiness. If the attack were intensified at this moment, it might be possible to break through the Ironclad Charm in one fell swoop and completely break the stalemate!

"Oh."

However, the fake Baker completely ignored this golden opportunity, instead letting out a disdainful sneer. The next moment, he abruptly reversed his wand, pointing it at a spot behind him and unleashing a powerful spell—right at the bunker where Baron was hiding!

"impossible!!"

Avada was horrified: "How could you possibly have seen through my plan?!"

"I can see through many things..."

Just as the fake Baker was about to respond with a cold laugh, he suddenly realized that the magical energy fluctuations emanating from the spell that had just hit the cover were a bit off. It didn't seem like it had hit anyone or been blocked...

boom!

A large cloud of smoke, emitting a bright light, suddenly expanded and burst from the bunker that was supposed to be hiding Baron, engulfing the entire battlefield almost instantly!

"Well!"

The insidious smoke was composed of countless tiny, luminous particles. Before the fake Baker could react, some of these particles had already entered his eyes, causing him to feel a sharp pain in both eyes instantly. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, and he almost went blind!

[Since Mr. Shafik has become invisible, and Mr. Ken has kept me occupied, preventing me from focusing on defending against potential threats, I will definitely use Legilimency to read Ken's thoughts and understand your next plans. Don't worry, at this point my energy is no longer sufficient to support the Extrasensory Charm, so it will definitely be Legilimency...]

At this point, Mr. Ken needed to use Occlumency while deliberately making eye contact with me, so that I would read false information. My mind was already very weak, and I couldn't see through even the most basic Occlumency; my thinking was also confused from being ambushed by two first-year students, and I couldn't immediately grasp the possibility of a first-year student mastering Occlumency. Of course, this is also because Occlumency is extremely difficult to master, and Mr. Ken, you may need to spend more effort learning it…

What? You already know it? That's great!

Of course Avada Kedavra knows Occlumency—he spent half a year studying Snape's mental structure, a master of Occlumency, every day. How could he not know it!

[Although this will cost me dearly, it will also make me realize that all my strategies have been completely exposed, making my subsequent actions increasingly unpredictable, and my covert operations remain uninterrupted. Therefore, the next phase will be the most unpredictable, and I haven't yet come up with a completely foolproof solution… Mr. Ken, what are you trying to say?]

"All my skills and habits have been completely seen through... Who? Who on earth is it?!"

As Fake Baker frantically treated his eyes, a sense of dread filled him. This was something he had never encountered before in his adventuring career—he had run into someone who could see right through him and devise corresponding tactics, leaving him utterly humiliated by two first-year students!

Who could possibly understand themselves so well? And who could possibly understand themselves so well?!

"I don't know why you interpret me that way, but... you've underestimated my abilities!"

Found it!!

Enveloped in a thick haze of light and smoke, he relied on his intuition and hearing to dodge several spells before suddenly turning and waving his wand, unleashing a beam of azure light that struck an empty spot...

"No!"

Fake Baker's lips curled slightly, quite pleased to hear the enemy's wails.

The next moment, the azure light finally struck that spot. With a crisp sound like shattering glass, the entire Room of Requirement began to twist and contort wildly like a pretzel, only to return to normal moments later, as if nothing had happened…

However, the door to the Room of Requirement, which Professor Baker should have hidden, has quietly reappeared in its original place!

Yes, this is what the fake Beck has been doing in secret from the very beginning, and he wasn't interrupted even when he was fighting fiercely against Avada despite the curses and poisons—he was breaking the spatial magic in the room.

Even as soon as he discovered the door to the Room of Requirement was hidden, he realized that someone was probably using spatial magic in the shadows, trying to trap him. Therefore, in the ensuing battle, the fake Beck ostensibly attacked Avada, pretending to fight with all his might, but in reality, he was constantly searching for weaknesses in the spatial magic!

In the end, he was still the one who was more skilled, just like in his countless previous battles.

So, the fake Baker strained his mind and used up his remaining energy to cast several speed spells on himself. Then, he forced himself to focus and rushed at full speed toward the door of the Room of Requirement, moving so fast that he almost left a blur!

That spatial magic is trying to hide the door again; we have to get out before it does!

Once he returns to Hogwarts Castle, to Dumbledore's domain, all schemes and plots will be meaningless! Moreover, Professor Flitwick, a powerful wizard, lives on the eighth floor and can easily help him escape any danger!

Finally, his hand touched the smooth wooden door, and with the force of the impact, he pushed hard, then his whole body fell out—he was back in the eighth-floor corridor of Hogwarts.

Looking at the familiar floor tiles and walls, and the tapestry of the giant beating Barnabas with a stick, Fake Baker just wanted to laugh out loud.

But his remaining rationality allowed him to restrain the impulse, and he immediately shouted, "Professor Flitwick, come help me! I've been attacked!!"

boom!

With a loud crash of a wooden door slamming against the wall, Professor Flitwick, dressed in disheveled pajamas and seemingly just woken up, rushed over and couldn't help but gasp when he saw the disheveled fake Baker.

"By Merlin! Professor Baker, what's wrong with you?!"

"Someone in this room was trying to attack me. I just escaped! They might be chasing me soon. Be careful, the attacker is very skilled and is controlling two first-year students..."

Fake Baker pointed to the still-smooth wooden door, his voice trembling, as if he were about to faint.

"Good heavens, how could this be... Oh, Albus, you're here too? Great, Professor Baker... Disarmament! Immediately restrain him!"

The next second, to the astonishment of the fake Baker, Flitwick suddenly turned his wand around and struck him with two incredibly swift spells at almost point-blank range!

"you?!"

But soon, he lost all interest in questioning "Professor Flitwick." The door to the Room of Requirement had opened once more, and behind it stood Baron Shafik. His wand emitted a chilling, eerie blue light…

"Dark magic, Soul Freezing Curse!"

This was the last thought that occurred to the fake Baker before his consciousness solidified.

(End of this chapter)