Vincent curled his lips and walked to the podium reluctantly.

Draco didn't hide the pride on his face.

The polyjuice potion is in very good condition and the hair is well preserved.

His old father had already persuaded Fudge and was about to take Dumbledore back to investigate.

Snape was quiet for a few days, and then he set his sights on Vincent again.

Good things happened one after another, and he almost laughed out loud.

"Wayne, please demonstrate the Iron Armor Curse."

"Okay, Professor."

Draco already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

"Armor protection——" Vincent's iron armor spell has a very small range, so small that it can barely cover the tip of the staff.

Snape's eyes were cold and he cast a disarming spell very decisively.

The red curse struck the tip of the alder stick, sending out a large number of sparks that looked like electric welding.

Vincent stumbled back a few steps.

Seemingly embarrassed, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "The professor's disarming spell is quite precise and impeccable!"

"Continue." The expressionless Snape felt extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the Iron Armor Curse which saw its range further reduced.

If he accidentally hit someone, it wouldn't be Vincent who would be embarrassed.

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Chapter completed!