Disapparate.
Apparate.
If Hermione's performance was astonishing enough to live up to her title as a prodigy, then what Draco was displaying at this moment could only be called unbelievable.
Or rather, it had already gone beyond imagination...
After all, with years of accumulated skill and rich combat experience, it was not surprising that Snape could do something like this.
In fact, if he did not possess the corresponding strength, Snape would never have been trusted and chosen by both Dumbledore and Voldemort, much less been able to sit in the Headmaster's position.
In the wizarding world, bloodline was certainly valued, but even more than that, people spoke with their own strength.
Only those with power had authority.
But when this was applied to Draco, who had not even graduated yet, it became something terrifying enough to send a chill down one's spine...
Another genius... No, this was talent on the level of a monster.
...
Gorgeous.
Flashing.
Even as he fought, Snape did not forget to use words to disrupt Draco's concentration.
"I dare say that even the Dark Lord, at your age, could not have done better than you."
"My dear godfather, you seem to have forgotten... As early as second year, I already defeated that Dark Lord you speak of."
"Hmph. That is true... Sectumsempra!"
Whoosh!
The invisible magical blade swept past Draco, who had just vanished into the air, and slammed directly into the stone wall behind him with an ear-piercing sound.
From the deep gouge left behind, it was clear that Snape was completely serious. He really wanted to kill Draco, with no intention of holding back at all.
Seeing this, Hermione, whose heart was full of confusion and worry, finally could not help shouting.
"Why are you attacking us?! Professor... No, Snape, have you really defected to the Dark Lord?!"
"Defected? Granger, what very Gryffindor foolishness. Or is it because... Diffindo!"
Because she had been distracted, Hermione was almost struck by Snape's sneak attack.
She could not help crying out in shock.
And seeing Hermione attacked, Draco naturally could not allow her to remain in danger.
Magic instantly surged through his entire body.
Then, with his next Apparition, Draco found Snape, who had exposed a slight opening because he had attacked Hermione.
"Are you looking down on me a little too much, my dear godfather?"
Sectumsempra.
The same spell shot from Draco's wand.
Perhaps because Snape's attention had been partly on Hermione, he could not Apparate in time. He had no choice but to remain where he was and use Sectumsempra as well to block the attack.
Boom!
Scattered magic.
A bursting wave of air.
The chaotic magical aura made the Chamber of Secrets feel even more oppressive...
...
Panting.
Vigilance.
Whether it was Snape or Draco, after such a long stretch of continuous Apparition, it was not as if they had not been worn down at all.
In fact, it had drained even more mental and magical energy than expected...
Draco straightened slightly and looked deeply at Snape standing opposite him.
To be honest.
Even now, Draco still could not figure out what Snape was planning.
Could it be that his guess had been wrong?
Had Snape come here not to wait for him at all?
"Wait..."
Draco suddenly seemed to realize something, and in this tense moment, he inexplicably laughed.
Hermione, hiding behind Draco, blinked at him strangely.
Surely not...
Had Draco accidentally hit his head during the fight just now?!