The black light looked unstoppable, but it was shattered by Nolin's curse. When he got in front of Nolin, only a wisp of black smoke drifted away in the wind.

The visual impact of this scene was a bit strong, and the students at Durmstrang were amazed. Although Professor Mars only used low-level black magic, the Black Flame Blade, with the magic released by his magic power, no one present dared to say that he could take it 100%.

And now, it has been easily resolved by Norin.

Norlin did not stop when he broke up Professor Mars's attack, and as soon as his wand was drawn, eight torches flew from the stand on the wall.

They circled in front of Norlin and turned into eight flaming spears, the flames reflecting the faces of everyone in the room.

The spear whizzed towards Professor Mars, a long red dazzle trailing behind him.

The spear was greeted by a black knife curtain, and many dense bladeless daggers collided with the spear like raindrops, turning into a cloud of black smoke.

"Shadowless!"

Norin's eyes froze, his whole body was full of magic power, and the robes on his body were windless, and he shouted cautiously. Since the other party is a professor, Norlin no longer has any scruples.

The next moment, something as sharp as it seemed to pass through the air, and everywhere it went, the daggers snapped in unison, and then pointed directly at Professor Mars.

After slaying the basilisk, Norin approached Snape to learn the powerful spell. Snape looked reluctant, but for some reason, he chose to teach Norlin his own dark arts.

Professor Mars's face changed, but his old body burst out with agility that was not inferior to that of a young man, barely escaping the spell. He had a hunch that if he was hit by this spell, his old bones would probably retire early.

Halfway through the battle, the other students had all retreated to the door of the classroom, fearing that they would be hit by the spell that flew around during the battle.

After the Divine Edge was flashed, it cut straight into the wall behind Professor Mars, marking several deeply notched marks.

There was a gasp in the classroom. They could have imagined what would happen to them when they were struck by the spell.

Professor Mars was not angry at Nolin for using such a dangerous spell, but the admiration in his eyes grew stronger. Although this battle had only lasted for a few minutes, he did not use all his strength at all, but ...... Norlin's performance has been impeccable so far.

This is not at all the combat quality that a third-year wizard should have. Not to mention the third year, Professor Mars has seen many graduating students who only stand in place during the battle, waving their wands like baboons, and do not understand the essence of wizard fighting.

Professor Mars inevitably lost his mind for a moment, and Norlin naturally did not let go of this opportunity.

"Vulcan opens the way!"

Norin gritted his teeth and shouted, and an esoteric rune seemed to emerge around the wand. The blazing flames that had fought side by side with Norin for many times roared again and coalesced into a fiery dragon, and the temperature in the room suddenly rose to unbearable levels.

Durmstrang's students opened the classroom door to breathe, but none of them were willing to step out, for fear of missing a minute of the battle.

Professor Mars was distracted, but reacted when Norlin shouted the first letter. With a slap of his right hand, the glass on the window shattered instantly, and the wind and snow outside the window swept in with the pull of his wand.

Ice and snow and flames roared and tore together, Professor Mars' wand shuddered, and several skulls made of black smoke floated towards Nolin's head.

If you fall under this spell, the battle will end immediately.

But how could Norlin do what he wanted. He was calm, there seemed to be a golden light flashing under his eyes, and he shouted calmly:

"Soul Blast!"

The skull shook violently as if it had been hit, exploding in the air. Professor Mars was also pale, and the spell that was so closely associated with him had been broken by Norlin in the most brutal way, and he had also suffered some damage.

He coughed and cast the same spell again. This time, not only the skull, but also many ghosts and resentful spirits howled out of his wand.

The Durmstrang students at the door didn't dare to gasp, and they didn't notice the crowds of people outside the door.

Many professors who were in class felt the violent magic fluctuations in the castle and came out to take a look. After seeing the situation clearly, he stayed where he was, letting the students wait in the classroom.

As time went on, more and more people came to the door. Not only the professors, but also many students who also perceive the fluctuations of the magic power. When they saw that the professor had not returned after going out, they came out curiously to look for it, and then they were so attracted by the scene that they couldn't take their eyes off it.

The hallway in front of the classroom was quickly filled with people, and the view was greatly obstructed. The anxious professor simply demolished the classroom door so that the students who came behind could see the battle.

The sound of the door opening caught Nolin's attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowd outside, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an insolent smile.

Before coming to Durmstrang, he was thinking about whether he wanted to keep a low profile or act in a high profile. After seeing Durmstrand's atmosphere of advocating the strong, the balance in his heart was gradually tilting. And now, he has made his choice.

"Divine Guard!"

Norlin whispered in his heart, and the silver-white mist in his wand dissipated. Behind him, a handsome godlike Patronus with a sword in his hand appeared expressionlessly, staring at Professor Mars with indifferent eyes, meeting the resentful spirits that were haunting Nolin.

Professor Mars was also aroused, and he no longer held his hands and went all out. His pupils were pitch black, his wand trembled, and all the desks and chairs in the classroom were shattered by an invisible stance, and sawdust flew everywhere.

Then, sawdust flew through the air, some engulfed in ice, snow and flames, and more fused together to form one sharp magical arrow after another.

The arrows pierced through the ice and fire, and the sharp cold light was chilling. Its speed was so fast that Norin could tell in an instant that it was absolutely impossible for this attack to dodge.

"Enchantment Guardian!"

Norlin pursed her lips and laid one barrier after another in front of her.

There was a loud explosion in the classroom, and the flames and snow disappeared at the same time, leaving only the wreckage behind.

Norin's barrier was pierced by arrows, and it was extremely difficult. The barrier shattered layer by layer, turning into invisible fragments.

Nolin's body was forced to retreat step by step, and he soon retreated to the window. He exhaled deeply, his face resolute, and pointed his wand forward, merging all remaining barriers into one.

The last magic arrow slammed into the barrier with a huge wave of magical power, and Norin snorted, his face pale.

A blinding spark erupted in the air, and the arrows spun at high speed, and the magic flew away.

When Norin's barrier finally couldn't hold it anymore, shattering like glass, and there was no more protection in front of him, the power of the magic arrow also came to an end, and only a ball of pure magic power slammed into Nolin's chest.

Norin's body was knocked into the air and was about to fall from the window.

"Oh no—"

Professor Mars cried out in remorse, and stretched out his wand to free Norlin. Falling from the third floor, with Norin's magic gone, he has to be in a wheelchair if he doesn't die. He would never allow such a brilliant young man to lose his future because of this duel.

However, Norin smiled strangely, seized the opportunity, and muttered to himself:

"Except for your weapons."

The inconspicuous red light grew larger and larger in Professor Mars's eyes, and the next moment, he felt a light in his hand and his wand flying high.

Norin's body had fallen from the window, causing a burst of exclamation from the onlookers. Many professors immediately drew their wands to save people.

However, in the next second, they all lost their voices.

By the window, the boy from Hogwarts soared into the air, with brilliant wings behind him. He was bathed in the wind and snow, his face was pale and his smile was bright.