Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 1111: Chapter 198: Accelerated Time

"What?"

Reginald Perez angrily shouted, interrupted and frowned at Ezra Hughes.

Even Hosone instinctively held his breath, hastily reminding, "Don’t provoke him, Ezra!"

Yet Hughes suddenly stepped forward, ignoring the floating particles he disturbed, speaking with a voice not loud but unusually fierce:

"Since you want us dead, why haven’t you acted, Reginald Perez? What are you waiting for? Waiting for us to be persuaded by your twisted logic and go die on our own?"

Perez’s face instantly flushed red, as if a sensitive spot had been struck.

He abruptly raised the magic wand he had been tightly holding, aiming its tip at Hughes, eyes flashing with fierce determination, lips pressed white from force.

However, the tip of the wand trembled uncontrollably.

Aiming at a colleague who had no chance to resist, someone he even once had a good relation with, truly uttering that deadly spell, is not merely "casting a magic spell."

This was a chasm that most Wizards could never cross in a lifetime, nor wished to cross—

It wasn’t just the constraint of law or morality, but also a visceral defense of one’s soul’s integrity.

Slaughtering, especially with premeditation against one’s kind, requires not only reciting the correct spell and using the standard gesture, but most crucially, an extremely intense and absolute intent to kill.

Perez, as a senior official who spent most of his life dealing with Floo Network, Time Magic, and administrative files, might excel in calculation, indulge in forbidden knowledge, even daring to scheming with the tiger...

Yet, when it came to "killing with one’s own hands," the soul wrapped by bureaucratic system and academic ambition, was never truly prepared to cross this line.

"Do it!"

Hughes roared again, even slightly raising his chin, exposing his throat directly under the opponent’s wand, taunting,

"Use the Killing Curse, see if your spell can make my nose bleed!"

Perez shouted loudly, "...Don’t... don’t underestimate me! I will right now..."

His wand’s tip suddenly lit up!

Hosone suddenly reached out to push Hughes away but was anticipated and blocked by him.

The particles of light joyfully adhered to his sleeves, clothes, and even a few landed in his hair.

Hughes faintly felt discomfort, but his expression appeared fiercer and resolute.

"Plunk!"

In an instant, cold sweat the size of soybeans dripped from Perez’s chin.

Facing the man’s sharp gaze, his breathing grew heavier, forehead full of beads of sweat, veins on his neck quivering incessantly.

Struggle and fear intertwined on his face for several seconds, the wand in his hand seemed heavier than stone.

Ultimately, Perez jerked the wand downwards, as if scalded, his chest heaving violently.

"No... I don’t need..."

Perez panted, voice dry, more like trying to convince himself:

"I don’t need your blood to stain my hands, damage my soul... once you are engulfed by the Time Particles, you’ll die all the same. Quietly, without a trace, as if erased by time itself. This... this is cleaner."

"Is that so?" Hughes sneered coldly, but indeed he felt... felt his thoughts becoming sluggish, his magic power seemingly gradually becoming stagnant.

Yet there was no change in his face, as his arm flicked and his wand swiftly fell into his hand, swinging it fiercely!

Perez’s wavering expression changed drastically, he almost instinctively raised the wand in his side grip, the spell held in his throat slipping out:

"Avada—"

But in Hughes’ eyes, this scholar-type official’s actions appeared so slow, clumsy, full of flaws—he had long lost the basic sharpness for battle rhythm.

"Bang!"

A red light shot out instantly, hitting Perez’s arm, sending his body and wand flying!

Following up, Hughes disregarded those gold particles lurking like venomous snakes around, once again fiercely swinging his wand, gritting his teeth without casting a spell, only a strong gust erupted instantly!

"Whoosh—"

Hosone involuntarily covered his eyes, instinctively stepped back a half pace.

The air emitted a dull tearing sound, the high-speed spinning gale like an invisible giant hand, violently swept up the floating gold particles under the streetlamp.

The wind carried the particles of light, forming a dazzling yet deadly golden whirlwind, charging unguarded Perez headfirst!

"Noooo!!!"

Perez barely managed to let out a short and terrified shout, turned to run, only to be completely engulfed by the dust storm, countless particles even directly barreling into his open mouth!

From the center of the whirlwind came the man’s extremely shrill screams, the sound horrifically transformed in an exceedingly short time—

From a vigorous and indignant tone, swiftly changing to an old and dry rasp.

Through the swirling golden dust, Hosone and Hughes faintly saw Perez’s figure undergoing a horrifying transformation:

His spine rapidly hunched down at a speed visible to the naked eye, plump cheeks sharply sunken, filled with trench-like wrinkles, dense hair turned gray, sparse, falling...

As if countless days and nights were forcibly compressed, crazily draining away from him in seconds.

When the rapid whirlwind finally ceased, particles of light slowly descended, Perez stumbled out, fell onto the cold ground, his entire being tremendously transformed.

He turned into a gaunt, frail old man, even his eyebrows completely white, veins under the skin like bluish-purple riverbeds, looking as if three hundred years old.

A simple action like falling to the ground sent crackling sounds throughout him—those were his frail bones unable to withstand such force, breaking one after another.

Perez stretched his twig-like trembling hand futilely, cloudy eyes looking at his skin covered with age spots, releasing a broken wail:

"Help... help..."

Yet on the other side, Hosone had no attention to spare for him.

The Congress President widened his eyes, despairingly looked at Hughes almost completely covered by fine golden dust, stumbling forward, then pushed aside by a gentle force.

Hughes slowly turned around, movements somewhat sluggish, hardly any rise and fall visible in his chest with breath.

He looked at the unharmed Hosone, eyes showing relief and a smile.

"Ezra!"

Hosone roared furiously, waved his wand, swept away the gold powder from Hughes’ body with a gentle airflow, rushed forward to support his most faithful ally.

"It’s too late... Nikolo."

Hughes pressed his arm softly as he spoke.

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