I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Confirming the Assessment Location

Dean Bruce rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Let's hurry up and look for clues! But we'd better stay on our toes. Who knows what kind of traps might be waiting for us."

Just as they were about to step further inside, a series of sharp "clack-clack" sounds echoed from all directions. It was the unmistakable noise of mechanisms being activated. The three of them immediately tensed up, their eyes darting around warily, unsure of what new dangers might emerge.

In this tense atmosphere, the surrounding bookshelves began to move slowly, while strange patterns appeared on the floor. The patterns seemed to be pointing the way forward, yet they also gave the ominous impression of a giant trap waiting to spring.

"Watch your step and keep an eye on the shelves. Something's not right," Dean Bruce muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on the shifting bookshelves.

The headmaster nodded, his hand already glowing with defensive magic. "It looks like we've triggered some sort of mechanism. Stay alert and be ready."

The young mage focused on the patterns on the floor, attempting to decipher them. "These markings look similar to the runes on the door earlier. They might be the key to deactivating this trap."

Carefully, they followed the direction indicated by the patterns on the floor, taking care to avoid the ever-changing positions of the bookshelves. Suddenly, a shadow darted out from behind one of the shelves, lunging straight at Dean Bruce.

"Look out!" the headmaster shouted, sending a beam of magic light toward the shadow. The shadow deftly evaded the attack, revealing its true form—a small demon with bat-like wings.

"Damn it, a little demon!" Dean Bruce scowled, quickly casting a spell to retaliate. The demon fluttered nimbly through the air, dodging their attacks and spewing out bursts of black smoke. The smoke carried a pungent stench that made their heads swim.

"There's something wrong with this smoke! Hold your breath!" the young mage warned, reinforcing the magical barrier around them to contain the spreading fumes.

Working together, the three of them managed to fend off the demon after an intense struggle.

As the demon disappeared, the moving bookshelves came to a halt, and the patterns on the floor grew even clearer.

"It seems we've passed this challenge. These patterns should lead us to the magic formation," the headmaster said, his voice steady but tinged with relief.

They followed the patterns further and soon arrived at the magical array at the center of the library.

The magic circle radiated intense waves of magical energy, and the air around it was thick with a mysterious aura.

Dean Bruce stepped closer to the circle, examining the runes etched into its design carefully. "These runes seem to be connected to the artifact's markings. We need to study them thoroughly."

The headmaster and the young mage joined him, the three of them comparing the runes on the artifact to those on the magic circle, attempting to uncover their secrets. After a detailed investigation, they realized that the runes on the circle appeared to narrate an ancient story, a story that concealed instructions for using the artifact.

"Look here," the young mage said, pointing to a section of the runes on the circle. "This part seems to mention a specific ritual. It requires a particular time, place, and specific magical items to unlock the artifact's full power."

Dean Bruce nodded. "Exactly. And here, it also mentions certain risks. If the ritual fails, it could lead to severe consequences."

The teachers nodded in agreement and began making the necessary preparations for the assessment.

Dean Bruce, along with the headmaster and the young mage, continued preparing the items and magical tools required for the full moon ritual based on the clues from the diary.

During the preparations, Dean Bruce noticed a group of students who seemed unusually excited about the upcoming assessment. They were often seen huddled together, discussing something enthusiastically. Feeling curious, Dean Bruce decided to call them into his office during a break.

"You little rascals," Dean Bruce said with a smile, "what have you been whispering about lately? You all seem particularly interested in the assessment."

One of the students quickly responded, "Professor, we heard the assessment will be held in a mysterious location, and there might be some powerful magical creatures and challenges. We're determined to do our best!"

Seeing their eager and motivated expressions, Dean Bruce felt a sense of pride but still reminded them, "The assessment will indeed have its dangers, so you must be well-prepared. During the assessment, always stay calm and don't act recklessly."

The students nodded earnestly before leaving his office.

As the date of the assessment drew nearer, the atmosphere at the school grew increasingly tense. Dean Bruce double-checked all the preparations to ensure no details were overlooked.

Finally, the day of the assessment arrived. Under the guidance of the teachers, the students were led to the mysterious valley. The air was thick with an enigmatic mist, and faint growls echoed around them as the magical creatures in the valley seemed to sense their presence.

"Students," Dean Bruce announced loudly, "this assessment is not only a test of your magical abilities but also of your character and resolve. I hope each of you gives your very best."

"Professor Dean, will you be coming with us this time?" one of the students asked.

"Me? Of course not," Dean Bruce replied with a laugh. "This assessment is for you students. As a teacher, it wouldn't make sense for me to participate."

"But what if we encounter danger?" asked a beautiful young woman. "Could you at least teach us a few useful magic spells?"

"Spells again?" Dean Bruce was momentarily taken aback. Not this again! They wanted him to come up with something on the spot?

Before he could respond, the headmaster joined in, "Dean, since the students are asking, why don't you teach them something? It might boost their confidence."

Dean Bruce was speechless. What could he possibly teach them? He wasn't prepared for this!

After a moment of thought, he decided to improvise, recalling a simple nursery rhyme he had once heard.

"Ahem." Dean Bruce cleared his throat. "Fine, I'll teach you something. Listen carefully."He began reciting dramatically:"Stars are winking bright, The moon shines in the night, Magic sparks in hand, Danger takes its flight." "This spell," Dean Bruce said with a mysterious tone, "can be recited when you're in danger. Who knows? It might just produce some surprising effects."

The students, though somewhat skeptical, eagerly memorized the rhyme. Dean Bruce watched them, silently praying that nothing serious would go wrong.