Richard aimed his wand at the practice dummy. A wooden mannequin that was dressed in a green robe and had a while mop head over its head resembling a certain slimy Interloper who was starting to put his hands into the management in Hogwarts.
He straightened his elbow fast, making the wand whip forward, releasing a red burst that hit it straight on top of its dirty mop hair.
The father was even more insufferable than the son. Richard thought as he remembered how the guy "magically" appeared and actually tried to give him detention for defeating Montague. His reasoning? Intentionally putting himself in a precarious position in order to cause more trouble and to discredit a descendent of the ancient and pure blood heritage and Slytherin name.
Richard had to hold himself from giving that dead haired slimy git a right piece of his mind. Still, he knew better than to actually do that. Despite his hatred for the devil kind and his past life in general, he was raised a noble among them. And a true noble man doesn't sully himself with foul words. He acts when the opportune moment presents itself, to obtain a gentleman's revenge.
His focus returned to the dummy.
'It lacks power'
He tried once more, this time, his wand motion even faster, his hand blurring as it shot and returned to its position in a second.
Bang
Richard lowered his wand and walked forward to inspect the damage, and a smile made it's way to his face. A small hole, pierced straight through the wooden target.
He had utilised his own innate magic for this spell. His own cutting magic, just like how a fencer uses the sharp tip of their sword, he used his wand to send a controlled, but very fast spell. And the result was more than satisfactory.
His eyes tracked a figure walking up to him through the reflection of the mirrors that covered the walls of the training area room of requirement provided. Despite the unusual figure, Richard knew who it was immediately. The stumbling made it clear.
"-Hello Tonks. How are things?"
The clothes that appeared to be that of Hogwarts students shifted into Auror robes and the unfamiliar face morphed to the much familiar and much more expressive face Richard knew.
"Things are getting out of hands in Hogwarts Richard." She replied as she shifted her robes. "Another attack on muggle borns, and Moody is already starting to chew my ass for not getting results."
Richard raised an eyebrow. " Is the student dead? "
"What!? No!" Tonks exclaimed. "Do you think you will see me this calm if the kid was dead? No, this one is also petrified."
"You are never calm." Richard commented as he turned around as three more wooden dummies, formed from the room itself. These had a mechanical component that made them move forward in an eerie manner. And on their bodies a rudimentary cannon of sorts that could shoot out wooden projectiles was mounted.
Clickity clack
The mechanisms worked as the dummies moved forward on a single wheel from front, left and right. Their cannons were already leveled at him.
Bang
Richard swung his hand in a arc, creating a shimmering barrier between him and the three, tanking the three attacks at once before dropping it the next second.
Swish
Richard swung his wand again, throwing a slash at the one at the his left while deflecting the attacks from the remaining two using protego manus.
Swish
A wooden projectile swished passed by his ear as he slightly leaned to the right. Then he quickly aimed his shield to his right, just in time to block another projectile on tracks.
Richard's wand hand moved like a windmill, from blocking the projectile, to attacking the target at front in a split second, then moving left to intercept another projectile, then again to the right, throwing a slash before the walking dummy
could. Then he quickly stepped back, letting two projectiles whistle past his face, before taking a single large step forward, forcing himself into a low stance while throwing a strong piercing strike.
Then he threw the stance to the wind, throwing another spell to the one at right while blasting the other dummy with pure magical force. It flew to the wall, but before it could hit, it was pulled back towards Richard's outstretched palm like a paper clip towards a magnet.
"Bombarda"
The explosion completely destroyed the dummy. But Richard didn't stop. He used his shield to block two more attacks while his left hand, no longer restricted to his back conjured a ball of fire that turned to a bright yellow as the heat increased.
The wand tip lightly touched the fire drawing it from Richard's palm before turning into a small inferno that then shrunk into two shimmering longswords made out of fire hot enough to melt steel.
Richard flicked his wand, and the two spells shot forward tearing through the already battered dummies before exploding into a storm of fire. They never stood a sliver of chance.
There was no changes on Richard's face. But he was content. His style was already being built up from a solid base.
He had already spent hours in the room of requirement, and with professor McGonagall's eagle eye on him, he couldn't just dissapear for complete nights anymore.
Richard placed back his wand back to his holster and turned around to leave, completely ignoring the flabbergasted Tonks. But then he stopped for a moment.
"Tonks"
"Yeah?" she replied as if still dazed.
"Make sure not to roam in the castle alone, looking for the monster, and keep a mirror in your hand if you have to."
"Uh huh"
"The monster in the chamber of secrets is a basilisk. One look at it's eyes and you are good as dead."
"Got it"
With that out, Richard stepped out of the doors, letting them shut on their own, only for them to slam open the very next second.
"WAIT A SECOND, IT IS A FORKING WHAT!?"