I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 252 The Hilarious Second Round of the Competition

"Alright, you've all mastered the three spells now," Dean Bruce said with a smile. "Remember, use them wisely during the competition. I'm confident you'll achieve great results."

Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba nodded in unison, their faces full of determination.

The following day, the second round of the magical competition commenced as scheduled.

This round was an individual showcase, where each participant would step onto the stage to demonstrate their magical prowess.

Dean Bruce accompanied Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba to the venue. The arena was already packed with excited spectators and contestants, buzzing with anticipation.

"Good luck, everyone! Give it your best!" Dean Bruce encouraged them.

The trio nodded, their eyes sparkling with resolve.

The competition began, and Prolo Hawthorne was the first to take the stage. He took a deep breath and stepped forward confidently.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Prolo Hawthorne from Magic Academy," he introduced himself.

The audience applauded warmly.

Standing tall and composed, Prolo Hawthorne began chanting his spell:

"Under the bridge near my door,

Swam a group of ducks galore.

Count them now, oh, let me see

Two, four, six, seven, eight!"

As he recited, he mimicked the movements of ducks swimming, drawing a ripple of laughter from the crowd.

However, just as the audience thought it was a comedic act, something magical happened. A flock of shimmering, glowing ducks appeared on stage, gliding gracefully around Prolo Hawthorne in a lively display.

"Wow, incredible!" gasped the spectators, their laughter turning to awe.

Prolo Hawthorne smiled confidently and continued the performance, combining the chant with amusing gestures. The glowing ducks followed his lead, forming intricate patterns as if choreographed perfectly with his movements.

Finally, he struck a dramatic pose to conclude the act, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause.

"Well done, Prolo!" Dean Bruce cheered enthusiastically from the sidelines.

As Prolo Hawthorne descended the stage, his face was alight with excitement.

"I did it, Professor Dean!" he exclaimed.

Dean Bruce clapped him on the shoulder. "You were fantastic, Prolo. Now let's see how Alice and Delina perform."

Next, it was Alice's turn. She walked onto the stage with a hint of nervousness, but her determined gaze revealed her readiness.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Alice, also from Magic Academy," she said with a warm smile.

Once again, the audience greeted her with applause.

Alice took a deep breath and began chanting:

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky."

As she recited, she tilted her head upward, as if gazing at a night sky.

With each word of her spell, the stage transformed. The lights softened, casting a warm, ethereal glow, and countless sparkling stars appeared, twinkling gently as though they were truly hanging in a boundless sky.

"Bang!"

The light arrow struck the bullseye with impeccable precision, producing a crisp sound. The audience erupted in applause and cheers, marveling at Stewart's skill.

However, Stewart wasn't finished yet. She closed her eyes again and recited another spell. Experience new tales on empire

"Shield of Flames, guard my heart, repel all attacks!"

As the incantation completed, a shield of blazing flames materialized in front of her, flickering with intense heat and light.

"Wow! What an incredible Flame Shield!" the audience exclaimed in awe.

Stewart smiled faintly, then waved her wand and began her final spell.

"Eye of the Storm, summon the tempest, obliterate all obstacles!"

With the conclusion of her chant, a powerful storm formed around her, swirling and kicking up dust and fallen leaves. At its center, an invisible eye seemed to gaze upon everything, emanating an aura of destruction.

"Absolutely incredible!" The audience burst into thunderous applause and cheers once more.

When Stewart's performance ended, she bowed gracefully to the audience and stepped off the stage. The judges immediately began scoring her performance.

As she returned to the sidelines, she walked up to a handsome male Magician and said, "Bryant, it's your turn next."

"Don't worry," Bryant replied with a confident smirk. "And remember, my rank is higher than yours."

"Ugh, you're so annoying," Stewart pouted playfully.

Bryant chuckled lightly and made his way to the stage.

Standing on the platform, Bryant swept his gaze across the audience, his eyes finally landing on Dean Bruce. A disdainful smirk curled his lips.

"Hmph, Dean Bruce... what kind of talent could your students possibly have?" Bryant muttered under his breath. Then, turning to the audience, he spoke aloud, "Greetings, everyone! I'm Bryant, from Glorious Academy."

The audience responded with applause once again, but instead of starting his performance immediately, Bryant turned his attention back to Dean Bruce, his tone laced with provocation.

"Dean Bruce, since all your students have performed, isn't it about time for you to take the stage? Or are you too afraid to show what you can do?"

Dean Bruce merely smiled, unfazed by the provocation. He chose to remain calm, understanding that maintaining composure in such moments was the wisest course of action.

"Bryant, don't push it too far," Prolo Hawthorne couldn't hold back and stepped forward. "Our teacher's abilities are far beyond what someone like you can comprehend!"

Bryant let out a cold laugh. "Oh, really? Then why don't you show me what you're capable of?"

At that moment, the judges announced the scores for Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba. Their performances had all received high praise and commendable ratings.

"Looks like your performances were decent," Bryant remarked, though his tone remained filled with disdain. "But now, let me show you what real magic looks like."

Without waiting for a response, he began chanting a spell, preparing to demonstrate his abilities. However, just as he was about to complete the incantation, a sudden and intense wave of magical energy surged from the audience.

"What's going on?" Bryant frowned, stopping his chant.

In the audience, a mysterious figure in a black robe stood up. In his hand was a staff that radiated an eerie, otherworldly glow, and a powerful aura of darkness emanated from his body.

"Ha-ha!"

But before panic could spread, Bryant burst into laughter. "Everyone, calm down. This is just an illusion conjured by my magic. This spell is called Phantom Art."

With a wave of his right hand, the black-robed figure vanished into thin air.

"Bryant, was that really just part of your performance?" someone in the audience called out.

Bryant nodded smugly. "Of course. Phantom Art isn't just a fancy name, you know!"

The commotion in the audience quickly subsided, and their focus returned to the stage. Bryant, clearly pleased with himself, flashed a triumphant smile and continued.

"Alright, now let me show you my real power," he declared, launching into a complex incantation. As the spell unfolded, the air around him began to distort, as if some enigmatic force was building and preparing to be unleashed.