"It seems you're not quite clear about your current situation."
Moen looked at Malfoy, a slight, mocking smile playing on his lips.
His tone was calm, yet filled with a sense of oppression.
"I'm in a pretty good mood right now, so it's not too late for you to leave."
His tone carried a hint of warning; he didn't want to waste time on these pointless fights and just wanted to get back to the common room as soon as possible to get some rest!
But if the other party insists on causing trouble, he won't hold back.
Upon hearing Moen's words, Malfoy reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
His face instantly filled with mockery and disdain, and he burst into unrestrained laughter:
"Hahaha! Crabbe! Goyle! Did you hear that? He said he's in a pretty good mood right now?!"
He turned to look at his two henchmen behind him, his tone full of mockery and amusement, as if he were laughing at Moen for not understanding the situation.
Crabbe and Goyle joined Malfoy in laughter.
Their laughter was deep and rough, echoing in the empty corridor.
It was filled with disdain and mockery towards Moen.
"Mudbloods are just mudbloods! They're happy even after being punished!"
Malfoy cursed in an even more vicious tone, his lips twitching slightly.
His eyes were filled with violence and contempt, as if he wanted to use these words to prove the purity of his bloodline.
Malfoy waved his hand; his patience had completely run out.
He couldn't wait to see Moen kneel down and beg for mercy in front of him.
He could no longer wait.
Malfoy was the first to raise his wand.
Crabbe and Gore followed closely behind.
The tips of all three of their wands simultaneously lit up with a blinding red light.
The three "stun spells" were like three venomous snakes.
It flew straight toward Moen.
They need to do it as quickly as possible.
Knock Moen to the ground.
Then humiliate him severely.
To vent all the dissatisfaction in one's heart.
However,
At the very moment they launched their attack,
Moen's figure vanished suddenly before their eyes, like a phantom.
The curse of the three of them
It drew an arc in the air.
It landed where Moen had originally been standing.
It shattered the stone slabs on the ground.
A spray of tiny pebbles rose up, but didn't even touch the hem of Moen's clothes.
" What?!"
Malfoy gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at the empty corridor.
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
His face,
He was filled with shock and disbelief; he had never expected this.
Moen was able to dodge their attacks so easily.
Crabbe and Goyle were equally shocked by what they saw.
Their bodies jolted violently, and the hands that held up their wands began to tremble slightly.
In their hearts,
For the first time, I felt a deep fear of Moen.
While the three of them were still in shock,
Moen's figure reappeared before them.
His steps were relaxed and elegant, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.
His figure shifted constantly between reality and illusion, like a ghost, making him unpredictable.
Like a ghost, it moved slowly around them.
His footsteps were light and silent, his figure constantly shifting between reality and illusion.
That strange way of moving,
This instantly instilled fear in Malfoy and his two companions.
They couldn't even see Moen's movements clearly; they could only see his figure flickering around them like a ghost.
"This, this..."
Malfoy's face turned pale instantly, his body began to tremble slightly, and for the first time, he felt the taste of fear.
Crabbe and Goyle were so terrified by what they saw that their legs went weak.
They kept backing away.
Trying to get away from Moen
Their bodies trembled slightly with fear.
"So? Do you want to continue?"
Moen's voice was like a whisper from hell; his tone was calm, yet filled with a chilling and intimidating power.
He knew he had to use absolute force to crush their self-righteous pride.
Only then can they truly understand the gap between themselves and others.
Malfoy and his two companions were finally completely overwhelmed by Moen's "invisibility spell," which shattered their psychological defenses.
They could no longer maintain their previous arrogance; their faces were filled with fear.
Their eyes were filled with fear and unease.
Looking at the three of them in their disheveled state, Moen slowly raised the wand in his hand.
The tip of his wand emitted a faint silver light, a light like a sharp blade from the depths of the void, containing the power to cut through anything.
He whispered a spell, his voice low and cold, like a demonic sound from the depths of hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.
"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"
Accompanied by Moen's whisper,
The void where the three of them were located
Suddenly, cracks appeared, like a shattered mirror.
The cracks resembled a spider web.
It spread instantly throughout their entire bodies.
And in the next moment,
Their clothes looked as if they had been cut by the sharpest blade.
It instantly shattered into countless fragments.
Scattered in the air,
Their bodies were completely exposed to the air.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle knelt on the ground, as if they had lost their souls.
Their naked bodies shivered in the cold air.
Their faces were etched with fear and despair, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
I have absolutely no idea what just happened? Why have they ended up like this?
"No, don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Malfoy said, his voice trembling with fear.
He had completely lost his previous arrogance and all he wanted was to survive.
Crabbe and Goyle also burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, begging for Moen's forgiveness.
They finally understood.
The student I was facing was not an ordinary student.
Rather, it is a demon that they can never defeat.
Moen looked at the three disheveled figures in front of him with disinterest.
The behavior of these three people completely killed his interest in continuing to train them.
He waved his wand again.
Using the "Levitation Charm," they were thrown against the corridor wall like trash.
Their bodies collided violently with the wall.
The walls were cracked from the impact, and all three people collapsed to the ground.
His body was convulsing, but he dared not make a sound anymore.
Moen looked at the three people lying on the ground, pretending to be dead, and said in a calm but cold tone:
"If you dare to cause me trouble again in the future, I guarantee that what you will face will not be as simple as running around naked."
His voice was soft, yet it was filled with an undeniable sense of authority.
After saying that,
Moen never looked at them again.
Turning around, he walked into the Gryffindor common room.
His figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Only a faint sense of fear and despair remained in the air.