"It's you!" Mr. Winslow first saw who the visitor was. He was shocked and subconsciously wanted to pull out the demon-stealing wand. However, the moment he touched the wand, he screamed again, covered his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Oh, if you are not careful, you may blind you." The voice said slowly, "This child's unique physique seems to be the natural enemy of you..."

"Yes, I should have guessed it was you..." Mr. Winslow was shocked and angry, and had never been so humiliated in his life. He gritted his teeth, "The reason you stayed in this school is not to take care of Frey... but to... Hector!"

A path made of stone bricks slowly spread from mid-air to the ground, and the man slowly walked down and stopped beside the Demon-stealing Staff.

Only then did Allen recognize who the back was.

"That's right." Herri Wagbyn's voice sounded again, "Frey is for his father, and I, for my brother."

Professor Wagbyn's tone sounded calm, but his two short words seemed to be filled with traces of resentment.

He reached out to hold the Demon-stealing Staff, frowned slightly, pulled it out of the ground with a "swoosh" and threw it aside.

The magic line under Allen's feet was immediately broken, and the barrier that trapped them instantly lost its effect.

Then Professor Wagbyn smiled at Mr. Winslow again and said, "No wonder you can't pick it up... I guess the light you see is hundreds of times brighter than the one I see... Whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, as long as you touch this wand, this beam of light will shine you with no way out."

"You have been hiding aside and peeking!" Mr. Winslow squatted on the ground with a blue face, as if he was unwilling to admit defeat and continued to try to provoke the relationship between Allen and others: "You treat them as bait and want to take this wand for yourself, so you appear at this critical moment!"

"No, no, no, you might have made some mistake..." As he said that, Professor Wagbyn kicked his feet gently and the wand rolled to Allen's hand.

"Take it firmly." Professor Wagbyn ordered without looking back.

"Uh...well!" Allen was stunned and quickly did as he did.

"I have no interest in this wand, although it is priceless," said Professor Wagbyne. Then he looked back at Cynthia, smiled and said, "Of course, I admit that I had watched it aside early in the morning. This little girl's fire element magic almost lit my clothes... But based on my experience, you can't easily die... Although you may not admit it, they are indeed excellent enough now."

At this time, Frey also regained consciousness. After hearing the movement, he reluctantly raised his head and looked ahead, murmured: "Uncle..."

After hearing this, Professor Wagbyen only looked back slightly and immediately turned his head back.

"Hmph, pretend..." Mr. Winslow narrowed his eyes and stared at Professor Wagbyen and said, "Who knows what you think... Do you think, don't you know the reason why you ran away from home? You and your brother fell in love with the same woman, but you are the second son and can't fight for him, so..."

Hearing this, Professor Wagbyn seemed to be really angry. With a wave of his wand, a wall of earth rose up behind Mr. Winslow. Several tentacles made of soil stretched out from the wall, firmly entangled Mr. Winslow's wrists and ankles. One of them also firmly covered Mr. Winslow's mouth.

"Don't use your own dirty and despicable personality to measure others!" Professor Wagbyn said calmly, "And... I don't allow you to insult my brother like this, insult the relationship between me and him."

Immediately afterwards, he chanted a few spells softly, then waved his wand a few times, and the fire spirits slowly wrapped in mud. In a moment, they turned into stone men one by one and fell off the barrier.

"You can still walk?" Professor Wagbyen asked, turning his head.

"Hmm..." Allen looked at Cynthia and Alyssa who were standing up from the ground and nodded.

"Then which route you came from, go to the exit over there to wait for me."

"Okay." Allen said, then helped Frey up and walked slowly towards the exit of the valley.

But when he was about to walk to Mr. Winslow, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Uh... then you..."

"The next time is to deal with personal grudges." Professor Wagbyen said, still staring at Mr. Winslow, "Go away quickly, he can no longer hurt you."

When Allen heard this, he nodded and stopped asking.

This time, I didn't have to hide anymore, and I had a magic wand in my hand, so Alan tried to use a fire element magic for the first time in his life. Although it was inconspicuous, it was enough to illuminate their path.

Cynthia had just gotten a moment of gasping, and Alyssa's magic was close to overdrawing, so they walked very slowly.

When they were about to reach the exit, they could only hear a dull sound from behind, as if the whole valley was trembling.

Several people looked back at the same time, then looked at each other, but didn't say anything, and returned to the entrance of the secret passage.

The dark clouds had dissipated and the moon was faintly revealed. The big stone used to block the secret passage was not very high, and it just happened to allow the four of them to sit on it and rest.

A gust of wind blew, and although it was a little cool, it seemed extremely comfortable at this moment.

"What will he do with Mr. Winslow..." Allen couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, there was a sound of slow footsteps coming from the direction of the valley - Professor Wagbyn also came.

"Oh, it turns out there is a secret passage here." Professor Wagbyen said as soon as he came over, "Is it the one leading to the dungeon?"

"That's right," said Allen, "How did you know?"

"I heard my father mention it to me." Professor Wagbyn smiled, then looked at Frey and asked, "It seems that the keys were not lost, but were you secretly taken away?"

"Well..." Frey nodded slightly, still looking very weak.

"But it really surprised me... Not only can you use the Destructive Gate, but you can even use the taboo magic..." Professor Wagbyen smiled again and said, "Did my father be so confused that he taught you such dangerous magic?"

"No..." Frey shook his head and said, "Grandfather just taught it to my father, and he wrote this magic in his diary... He also felt dangerous, and he didn't intend to teach me..."

"It shouldn't be taught to you. The risk of this magic is too great." Professor Wagbyn said. "At the beginning, it was a lose-lose magic. The caster and the object being cast would be locked deep underground at the same time. After an immature improvement, it suddenly became such a completely uncontrollable state. But I have further improved it, and I will teach you if I have time."

"Well..." Frey nodded weakly.

"Then..." Allen understood a little when he heard this and asked, "Mr. Winslow..."

"He is now in a place underground where he can't see his fingers," said Professor Wagbyn, "with his equally dark heart."

"The taste my brother once tasted... I will make him unforgettable!"
Chapter completed!