Vivi still maintained that graceful lady-like posture, with hands folded on her lap. Hearing Miss Fari's words, she simply smiled and said, "It's not the Soul-snatching Curse, you're a bit overly worried, Miss Fari."
"Then... then what is it they're under?" Miss Fari still couldn't believe it.
"Just a group Confusion Spell." Vivi said softly, "It's just some advanced understanding of the Confusion Spell. If you can delve deeper into studying the Confusion Spell, you might have a chance to touch on this level of knowledge."
"Oh... oh." Miss Fari nodded like a stunned goose.
No, this is the Confusion Spell?
She was still internally screaming like a groundhog, yet she had to maintain that unruffled demeanor on the outside.
Good heavens, a Confusion Spell...
And an instant group Confusion Spell...
I think you're definitely not Grindelwald, you should be Grindelwald's sister instead! Miss Fari vented internally.
She did indeed misjudge yet inadvertently guessed right.
"But, just now that Killing Curse..." Miss Fari asked, still somewhat worried.
"Oh, that's just another application of the Fluorescent Flickering... look." Vivi reached out to draw Miss Fari's magic wand, pointing it at the ceiling, "Lumos (Fluorescent Flickering)!"
A regular burst of light shot from the tip of the magic wand, hitting the ceiling.
"You see, it's like this... If you think of green in your heart, then..."
Accompanied by Vivi's words, an eerie green light emitted from the tip of Miss Fari's magic wand.
"Look." Vivi said softly, "Doesn't that look like that spell now? At this point, add that spell... Avada Kedavra!"
Miss Fari let out a cry of anguish.
My dear sister...
You're using my magic wand now!
If professors trace back with the Flashback Spell to my wand, then how do I explain? How do I explain!
Oh, sorry professor, I just slipped up and used that spell unintentionally...
Do you think professors will believe me?
"Try using the Flashback Spell." Vivi said timely, as the light of the Armor Protection Spell flashed beside her, then out of nowhere, a Stupefied struck the person who used the spell.
Miss Fari hesitantly took back the magic wand and cast the Flashback Spell with trembling hands.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Indeed, it was Fluorescent Flickering...
"My goodness, you're a genius." Miss Fari genuinely praised.
Vivi laughed softly, "It's just a bit of sweat, it's nothing commendable, Miss Fari—"
After saying that, she looked up, the conflict over there had also concluded, about ten students were bruised and battered, some had boils on their face, some with grinning mouths, others covered in pimples, looking extremely disgusting.
"Seems like it's over."
She gently laughed and walked to the side of Silvia who was panting heavily.
"I remember, you just said, you wanted to educate me?" Vivi asked softly, "It seems our lesson went rather smoothly, but I'm not yet tired... perhaps we should continue today's lesson?"
Silvia shook her head frantically. She was truly terrified of this dreadful transfer student.
Come on, sis...
You're so formidable, why did you just act like an innocent white flower with us?
Now she understood, this Miss Grindelwald, was here to play the wolf in sheep's clothing, posing as an innocent white flower, just to lure them in.
"You are named Melville, right?" Vivi said softly, "This surname... I remember, do you know why your family can still bask in glory and maintain its so-called Pure Blood pride?"
Silvia shook her head quickly.
"Your great-grandfather… ah, it should be your grandfather's grandfather, named Glandis Melville," Vivi smiled gently and initiated the weaponizing actions: "That was in 1859, a snowy night, your great-grandfather was impoverished, but he still had a handsome face—know how he restored your family's honor?"
Silvia thought of a possibility, but she continuously shook her head.
She couldn't believe it, that her great-grandfather was that kind...
"Oh, he hooked up with an old Muggle noblewoman, should be—a certain Duchess, became her 'Contracted Son', yet he shamelessly hooked up with this Duchess's daughter, which led to your great-grandfather, Randall Melville."
While peeling off the Melville family's undergarments, Vivi's eyes sparkled with excitement.
It was one of her few hobbies at the time—collecting some gossip and little tidbits.
Of course, she heard about the Melville family's matters from her aunt.
The court, you know, always loves spreading this kind of gossip, especially about a Duchess's household.
It's well-known the court is where all sorts of rumors converge.
She listened to it as a pastime back then, and never expected it to come in handy at this moment.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Silvia was on the verge of collapse, "My great-grandfather couldn't have..."
"Oh, really?" Vivi said softly, "You might ask his portrait when you get home, I think he definitely will tell you about his glorious youth, Miss Melville... or should I say, Miss Mixed Blood Mudblood?"
And with that, she didn't care about the already collapsing Silvia and continued to look at the next person.
"Byron Miller, right?" Vivi said with a smile, "Oh... I do remember, your great-grandfather, Marcus Miller, right?"