The complex magic of up to six rings was connected to the deep network through [Parseltongue] by this Auror, quickly degraded and deconstructed, and then released.

A palpitating wave of magic power erupted from the tip of the wand. Accompanied by a low chant of a magic spell, four elements - fire, thunder and lightning, acid and ice, spurted out like a torrent of magic power.

Pounced on the crowd of civilian wizards headed by Weasley.

Blazing flames burned in the air, thunder and lightning carried a splitting glare, and cold frost and corrosive acid intertwined to form a terrifying elemental storm.

When Weasley saw this, his face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly raised his wand, his voice slightly hoarse from fear:

"Protect energy damage!"

The civilian wizards around Weasley also raised their wands in fear, trying to set up protective shields in the chaos.

However, in the face of such powerful magic, their shields were nothing more than fragile barriers as thin as paper, their weak light barely able to withstand the surging energy torrent.

A ball of blazing flames hit Weasley hard on the chest, causing him to stagger back.

His body was suddenly knocked away and hit the stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar cracked and Weasley slid to the ground.

If he hadn't already cast the stone skin technique, he might have died at this moment.

He struggled to look up at Lucas, coughing blood, with anger and unyielding burning in his eyes.

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The battlefield is generally tense.

Lucas looked gloomy, glanced gloomily at these low-level wizards in his eyes, and said coldly:

"You lowly Mudbloods, Muggle hybrids, you actually want to compete with us Aurors? You are simply overestimating your capabilities!"

His words were like a loud slap in the face of every civilian wizard.

Lucas sneered, turning the wand in his hand slightly, his eyes filled with contempt:

"You don't understand family honor and dare to contradict the honor of Auror... You dirty bastards really deserve death! I will let you understand today who is the master of this academy!"

Weasley struggled to stand up, his scarred face full of anger and unwillingness. He looked back at the frightened junior civilian wizard students behind him, held his wand tightly, and stood firmly in front of them.

Looking at the stubborn mudbloods, Lucas had a trace of morbid madness in his eyes, and the secret thoughts in his heart surged like a tide:

"At this point, it's impossible for the family to blame me for these Mudbloods. There are people out there who think they are smart and want to know the truth. They dare to question the authority of the Auror family... It is necessary to shock them!

"

"These lowly mudbloods must be shown clearly who is the real master!"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure was as straight as a sharp blade.

He lowered his head slightly and began to make a low "hiss" sound in his mouth. This was Parseltongue - a high-level snake language full of coercion, flowing out like venom under his flexible tongue.

This voice seemed to be magical, reverberating in the air, imbued with some kind of oppressive power.

He recited every syllable indifferently, with almost level five Parselmouth, awakening the legendary [Medusa Basilisk] dormant in the secret room of the academy.

For a moment, a low squirming sound came from the underground of the public area, followed by a strong cold air, like a cold current passing through the soul, sweeping across the entire space.

Before the students fully realized what was happening, the ground began to tremble slightly, and something huge was approaching.

A huge black shadow slowly slid out from the corner. It was a giant snake. The basilisk's body was covered with thick blue-black scales. Each scale was as sharp and cold as a blade, flashing with a bit of coldness in the dim light.

The basilisk was huge and winding, like a rolling tide, pressing in front of the students from the darkness. The air was filled with an irresistible aura of despair.

Several students were attracted by the sudden vibration and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

When their eyes glanced at the approaching behemoth, their expressions instantly changed from confusion to horror.

At this moment, the basilisk's head suddenly raised, and its cold and deadly eyes stared straight at them.

The basilisk's narrow pupils were like the scythe of death, locking deeply and ruthlessly on every panicked student. Their eyes seemed to be imprisoned by this fatal lock, unable to move away at all.

Camille quickly sensed the danger, and a chill flashed through his eyes.

She took out her wand without hesitation and read quickly and clearly:

"Mirror refraction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several smooth mirrors quickly appeared in front of him, blocking the direct gaze between the basilisk and the students.

The mirrors reflected the basilisk's sight, distracting part of its gaze, but the gaze still passed through several mirrors and shot towards the students with invisible murderous intent.

Although the mirror technique weakened the basilisk's sight, the cold despair still filled the air, solidifying everything.

The basilisk's gaze swept across like a sharp blade. Several students standing too close to the scene were instantly petrified, their faces distorted, and they kept running away in panic. It was like a terrifying scene frozen in silence.

The earth turned into a statue.

Camille's face relaxed slightly, but when she glanced at several petrified students, her expression instantly darkened, and a trace of anger and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

She whispered to herself: "The weakening effect of the mirror spell is finally effective, but the diluted petrified gaze... will not be fatal. As long as there is mandrake herbal medicine, these petrified states should be lifted."

She clenched her wand tightly, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she was filled with anger.

Camille herself comes from a Muggle family in Fog City. When Camille was one year old, her parents were both born in a car accident.

She was forced to live in her aunt's house, but her aunt's family treated her very coldly.

The aunt's family was disgusted with Camille's synaesthesia and the supernatural phenomena caused by her occasional magical talent, and tried their best to suppress her magical talent.

They arranged for Camille to live in a small cupboard under the stairs as her "bedroom" instead of a normal room, showing their contempt and indifference to her.

Her aunt's cousin also often bullied her. Her cousin had been verbally abusive to Camille since she was a child, and she often even brought a group of friends to bully her.

Camille's cousin not only robbed Camille of her things, but also often threatened her with violence. Camille could only endure it or escape.

She was forced to live a careful life since she was a child to avoid angering her cousin and suffering unnecessary pain.

She always wears her cousin's old clothes that don't fit her at all, and has almost no new clothes or toys of her own.

Her aunt's family often regarded her as a burden and did not give her the food or care she deserved, resulting in Camille living in material poverty for a long time.

They also never showed her warmth or affection, not even allowing him to attend family dinners or holiday celebrations.

Every time it was her cousin's birthday, Camille was either locked in a cupboard or "exiled" alone.

Due to the coldness and control of Camille by her aunt's family, she has been in a state of emotional deprivation for a long time, without real family warmth and no friends.

However, ever since I received the magic envelope from Lu Yuan.

Since studying at Deer Park for three years, Camille Schiffany has become the person she dreamed of becoming. At the same time, she has also accepted the teachings Deer Park left on her:

【Education is to light the flame, not to fill the container——】

Deer Garden gave her the virtue to ignite in her, so she hated the Aurors in front of her.

"What do you want to do, student representative of Luyuan?" Lucas looked at Camille with a gloomy look.

Camille raised her wand and controlled the mirror to reflect the basilisk's gaze. Then she looked at Lucas and said:

"If a holder of great power only knows how to cut the dignity of others with a sharp blade, he is destined to become an ugly loser in the moral trial."
Chapter completed!