Silly Barnabas didn’t take Aflisson Carlo’s threats seriously.
He remained just as persistent.
"You think I don’t dare? If I can’t live, then no one should live! Everyone must die with me!" Aflisson Carlo’s emotions were exceptionally intense.
"Yes! I will die! I released the Fire Ash Snake. If that person doesn’t kill me, Dumbledore will! My life, which should have been bright, is now ruined!"
"I’m about to die, and those weaker, low-bloodline fools will surely see me as a joke. I absolutely won’t allow that to happen!"
Extremely hysterical hissing and roaring.
He seemed somewhat out of control.
"Either tell me where the damned crown is, or you and everyone at Hogwarts will die with me! Do you really think the Fiendfyre can trouble the noble-blooded Carlo?"
"I’ll burn it all to the ground!"
Aflisson Carlo’s magic wand began to glow, as if about to unleash a spell.
"You want Ravenclaw’s Crown?"
Suddenly.
A tender voice sounded behind him.
In alarm.
Aflisson Carlo spun around, discovering a Little Wizard, not even reaching his chest height, standing nearby holding a dazzling crown.
"Prince... Snape’s little brat, you actually followed me!" Aflisson Carlo growled under his breath, his expression growing increasingly anxious.
A Little Wizard could spot his anomaly.
He couldn’t believe the headmaster of Hogwarts couldn’t detect his abnormality.
"Give it to me!"
Aflisson Carlo knew his only way out was to leave with the item sought by that important person, only then could he preserve his life.
Being wanted by the Ministry of Magic.
Is ultimately better than death.
"What if I say no?"
The Little Wizard tilted his head, playing with the crown in his hand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light blossomed.
Aflisson Carlo had no intention of wasting words, the longer he stayed, the more likely he’d be caught. Killing the headmaster’s little brat wasn’t a concern.
Even Snape allegedly betrayed that important person.
"So impatient."
The Little Wizard simply raised his magic wand, deflecting the fatal Killing Curse and redirecting it towards a nearby wall, instantly splattering a web-like green darkness upon its surface.
The pattern was intricate.
Though the paint did start to peel.
"Impossible! How could you...how could you withstand the Killing Curse!?" Aflisson Carlo was aghast, retreating a few steps, filled with disbelief.
"Weak magic power, insignificant killing intent... Did the Black Demon King send someone like you to do his bidding?" The skinny Little Wizard slowly approached Aflisson Carlo.
The burly man, much larger than the Little Wizard, felt a sense of overwhelming incredulity. How could a first-year student withstand his Killing Curse?
And!
Even mocked him excessively!
"The Black Demon King! You know the Black Demon King! You dare steal his things!" Aflisson Carlo was even more terrified, looking at the tender Little Wizard in front of him.
Feeling only a spine-chilling fear.
"Why not? Just testing one’s edge."
The Little Wizard tilted his head.
The implied meaning shocked Aflisson Carlo.
"Madman! You’re a madman! Monster!"
"Cruciatus Curse!"
No wonder he was a descendant of the Death Eater Clan, having mastered two of the Hogwarts Three-Body Techniques, his magic wand flared red, yet the approaching Little Wizard didn’t dodge.
Not even raising his wand.
The Little Wizard took on the pain that made life worse than death.
Unfazed.
Without a furrowed brow.
"Impossible!! No!! This is an illusion!!! It must be an illusion!" Aflisson Carlo screamed in terror, stumbling backward repeatedly.
"Impossible? You can’t even recognize a crown, how would you know what is possible in this world?"
The Little Wizard passed by Barnabas’s portrait, where a ballet teacher with a pouting expression was getting beaten up, gazing at Aflisson Carlo outside the frame like looking at a true fool.
Indeed.
Silly Barnabas just had a brain problem, not truly stupid.
"Kill him for me! Kill this monster!" Aflisson Carlo suddenly took out a ruby, shouted at the red mist swirling inside.
The next moment.
Countless Fire Ash Snakes sprung out, crawling over the Little Wizard’s body, exploding him backwards, his expression turning dazed.
"Die! Die for me!"
Aflisson Carlo saw the fallen laurel crown, hurriedly picked it up, no longer paying attention to the first-year Little Wizard being attacked by Fire Ash Snakes.
"I must burn down this school! Then leave! I can’t let those lowly fools joke about me becoming a fugitive!" Having acquired his target item, Aflisson Carlo still wanted to vent his hate and anger at Hogwarts for being unable to soar again.
He intended to cast a spell.
But, hadn’t yet spoken a spell.
"Do you like playing with Fiery Fire?"
That tender voice again, but from another direction. Just before Aflisson Carlo uncertainly turned around.
"Then...as you wish."
On the ground.
Blue flames surged across the corridor floor, numerous emerging Fire Ash Snakes turned to ashes amidst the terrifying color, originally born from fire, now fragile like straw.
Instantly collapsing, turning to void.
"You!!"
Aflisson Carlo couldn’t believe it, his eyes widened, encircled by a ring of terrifying Fiendfyre, pale faced, terrified seeing Ian emerge from another corner.
Looking back at the fallen "Ian."
It was merely a decorative armor revealing its true form.
"Snape says your destination is Azkaban..."
Ian looked at Aflisson Carlo’s magic wand still attempting a green glow, the next instant, the surging Fiendfyre enveloped Aflisson Carlo’s entire body from his feet.
"Unfortunately, you refused to give yourself a way to live." Ian turned his head, ignoring his senior’s scream as he turned to ashes, his gaze met Silly Barnabas in the portrait.
"No witnesses."
Silly Barnabas softly spoke.
The attitude sharply contrasted with how he treated Aflisson Carlo.
"Thanks, though, this is no longer something that can be hidden." Ian turned to the hallway, a hurried black silhouette speeding along.
"Damn brat!"
Without bandages, Snape raised his wand and raced down the corridor, yet the scene before him made his body tremble, standing there dumbfounded.
"What have you done."
After a while.
The hoarse voice broke the silence.
Snape never envisioned witnessing such a scene, the young figure stood quietly with a magic wand, chaotic Fiendfyre rampaging around the boy.
Fire Ash Snakes continued emerging incessantly.
Only.
It no longer required concern.
"As you see...I am protecting our school."
Fiendfyre illuminated the face.
Ashes drifted down like snowflakes.
Amidst the scorching heat waves.
Ian softly replied.