Chapter 51 Spell Card [Killing Curse]
Because of his male identity, Basil couldn't enter the girls' restroom.
Coupled with his class commitments, he could only leave through the increasingly crowded restroom entrance.
He stopped calling Hermione's name in vain.
This led onlookers to believe Basil was a scumbag, two-timing her.
After all, he was so charming.
Just as some girls couldn't resist volunteering to be her "extra," Ron and some girls who knew the truth stepped forward.
Ron clarified that Hermione had been made to cry by him. He said Hermione was nosy and a nightmare.
The girls clarified that Basil was actually single. He and Hermione weren't in a relationship at all.
They initially thought so, but as time went on and they observed, they discovered the truth.
So, as soon as class ended, Basil found himself surrounded by a large group of girls.
He could only flee back to his dormitory without looking back.
As evening approached and dinnertime arrived, the moon gradually hung in the sky above the enchanted ceiling.
Only then did he dare to venture into the Great Hall, surrounded by a crowd.
Entering the dining room, the entire decor had changed.
Wizards' aesthetics were indeed strange.
An outsider would have thought they'd stumbled into a vampire's feast. Countless
bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, others like low, dark clouds swirling above the tables, causing the candle flames inside the pumpkins to flicker.
This dimmed the allure of the delicious food that had suddenly appeared on the golden platters. "
Aren't you afraid of catching a virus?!"
Ron was extremely uncomfortable,
constantly fiddling with the unpeeled potatoes on his golden plate with his fork.
But he was a native-born young wizard from the British wizarding world. It certainly wasn't the bats that bothered him, but Hermione.
"Ron, at least eat something! You're like this—I'm scared," Harry said timidly, glancing at the half-eaten fried chicken leg on Ron's plate.
Ron swallowed hard, then decisively shook his head. "Hermione hasn't eaten anything either."
"Shall we go find her?" Basil suggested.
Quirrell and Snape's seats at the head table were empty.
Although he had secretly placed a devil's web in the toilet of his stall—
a way to protect Hermione—
Quirock was now completely devoted to Voldemort, almost
to the point of desperation .
What if Voldemort not only caused trouble as in the original story, but did something even worse?
It wasn't that he couldn't monitor Quirrell.
But in his mind's Hogwarts, there was only Snape loitering in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Quirrell was nowhere to be seen.
On the other side, upon hearing Basil's suggestion, Ron nodded without hesitation.
Harry did too.
He jumped up abruptly. "Let's go!"
"Wait," Ron called out, then quickly stuffed a few chicken legs into his pocket.
He also took out an empty potion bottle and filled it with frozen pumpkin juice.
"Now it's all right," he explained, noticing Harry's teasing look. "What if Hermione gets hungry?"
He then stuffed a few more pies into his pocket.
"That's the magic of magic," Basil thought to himself as he led the way.
Without magic, Ron would never have put a greasy chicken leg in his pocket.
No normal person would do that.
But with magic, a cleansing charm was all it took to remove the grease from his clothes and clothes.
Soon, they arrived at the girls' washroom and went straight in.
Ron ate the chicken leg as he walked. Even in the washroom, he continued eating.
Harry looked around suspiciously, like a thief. He was probably afraid of being mistaken for a pervert.
Basil, on the other hand, remained calm and collected.
Humph! A mere girls' restroom?
He could look anytime he wanted! Besides, he'd been in there before, and Professor McGonagall was right next to him!
"Hermione!" ×3
Hermione, who was sitting on the toilet seat in a stall, lost in thought, blushed and said in a high-pitched voice, "This is the girls' restroom! How did you get in?!"
"Have you forgotten it's Halloween Eve? There's nobody else in the castle right now, everyone's in the Great Hall," Basil said irritably. "You'd better come out now, or I'll just walk in."
As he said this, he casually drew his wand.
"No, no, it's not that serious," Harry grabbed Basil's left arm.
Ron warned, "What if she has diarrhea?" (Hermione whispered back, "I don't." Basil: "Then come out.")
At the same time, Ron tried to grab Basil's free arm, but Basil glared at him.
Didn't he realize how greasy his hand was?
The door creaked open.
Hermione, blushing and head down, slowly shuffled out.
"I'm sorry!" Ron suddenly bowed 90 degrees to Hermione.
Hermione looked up in surprise.
Basil did the same; he had almost instinctively thrown a Killing Curse at Ron.
Don't ask why, just because Ron's posture looked too much like a well-off Japanese person.
At that moment, he seemed to hear the "Great Sword March": "The great sword is slashing down on the heads of the bastards."
Basil hadn't expected that he had only mentioned the Japanese apology posture and the bizarre Japanese concept of "I apologize, but I won't change" to Ron once.
As a result, Ron remembered it.
What he didn't expect was that...
in that instant, he had mastered the Killing Curse!!!
The natural hostility of the Chinese people towards Japan perfectly fulfilled the prerequisite for truly mastering the Killing Curse!!!
Without thinking too much about it.
Clatter.
Gem: 27361.085 (-100)
When this spell card was created, the corresponding information flowed into Basil's mind as usual.
[Killing Curse]
[Level: 1]
[Consumes 6 points of magic power - Corruption. Killing intent priority]
[Note: Killing Intent can be used instead of Mana. Killing Intent is not a consumable. Each point of Killing Intent will negatively impact Mana by one unit.]
[Fires a green beam of light, directly attacking health. Killing Intent increases by 1 point for each player unit's life taken.]
[Damage: 0.1-36]
[Note: If Mana is insufficient, damage will be reduced to almost nothing. If Mana is sufficient, but it is general Mana, the damage will be based on the provided Mana value.]
[Effective Range: 10m, beyond 10m, damage decreases by 1 point per 1m.
] [Spellbook Level: 3 (1100/300)]
"[Killing Intent]? No wonder the system named it the Killing Curse instead of the Death Curse."
"[Mana Corruption]? Is this what Professor Flitwick meant by changing 'muscle properties'? It's more in line with Dark Magic, more powerful than general Mana?"
"[Killing Intent] is the same as Mana, unlike 'Mana' which can be consumed?"
"Player Units? Wizards in the game are player units." "Killing Muggles and other non-intelligent life doesn't just increase the 'Killing Intent' by a full 1 point?" "
So, using 6 points of 'Killing Intent' would cause 36 damage. And it's true damage." "
A direct attack on health? Does that mean even true magic resistance, which involves channeling mental energy into a magical field, won't work? Therefore, protective spells based on the same principle are also ineffective."
"It's equivalent to ignoring armor and magic resistance, directly attacking the health bar?"
"In this situation, 36 damage... how can a wizard with only 10 health withstand that?"
These thoughts flashed through her mind after seeing the data for the [Killing Curse] spell card.
Meanwhile, Hermione, because of Ron's sudden bow, spoke up.
"What are you apologizing for?" Hermione looked confused. "I didn't hide because of you."
Ron's pupils dilated, and he looked at Basil, involuntarily taking a few steps back.
"You really two-timing me?"
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