Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 646: [] A Stand for the Cavendish Honor!

Under Monty Meng’s relentless suppression, Rivers’s magical reserves were quickly depleting. Seizing the moment, Monty Meng swung his longsword, sending Rivers crashing to the ground.

Monty Meng stepped closer, sword in hand. "It seems you’ve reached your limit. To be honest, you surprised me. We had intel on our enemies, but for you? Just a member of the Cavendish family and Erwin’s henchman—your strength was rated as average." He paused, a smirk touching his lips. "I underestimated you, and for that, I should apologize."

Rivers struggled to sit up. "Then I must thank you," he managed, his voice tight with pain. "Thank you for thinking so highly of me."

Monty Meng nodded. "You’ve earned my respect. For your family, for your master... I’ll grant you dignity in death."

Rivers let out a dry chuckle. "You’ve misunderstood something entirely."

Monty Meng frowned.

Slowly, painfully, Rivers got to his feet. "The House of Cavendish and my Master don’t need me to win victories to prove their worth. On the contrary... this current state is a gift from them. You have your priorities wrong."

Monty Meng remained silent, waiting.

"Secondly," Rivers’s voice dropped, hardening with resolve, "you’ve made an even bigger mistake. I don’t need dignity from you. Because even if I fall here today... you won’t survive either."

Rivers roared, his body transforming into a blur of motion as he charged.

Monty Meng’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected Rivers to have enough fight left for a frontal assault. He hastily raised his sword to block.

But Rivers vanished.

Apparition.

He reappeared directly behind Monty Meng. Monty Meng’s pupils contracted—he recognized that eerie movement. He leaned forward, slashing his sword backward blindly.

He hit nothing.

Instead, two jets of light shot toward him. Monty Meng spun his sword, deflecting the spells with a clang of steel against magic, the impact leaving deep footprints in the earth beneath his boots.

Rivers wasn’t done. He was a wizard, and he had endured enough close combat. Now, it was time for his true forte.

Monty Meng turned. Rivers stood a short distance away, his wand vanished. In its place was a long staff. He planted it firmly into the ground.

Faint magical fluctuations rippled outward. The crystal atop the staff glowed a piercing blue.

Rivers began to mutter an incantation. The sky darkened instantly. Heavy clouds gathered, swirling with violent streaks of lightning.

Monty Meng looked up. "Lightning magic?"

Rivers didn’t stop. He raised his hands, weaving intricate hand seals.

Monty Meng stared, momentarily stunned. "This is... magic fusion?"

It was a fusion. Rivers had successfully merged Erwin’s teaching of Eastern lightning techniques with Western incantations, creating a spell of terrifying power.

Monty Meng watched the thunderclouds coalesce, his gaze hardening. He looked back at Rivers.

Rivers’s veins were bulging, blood trickling from his nose, yet his expression remained unyielding. On the other side of the battlefield, Charlotte’s team, assisting Old Tom against Julian Wang, also saw the sky turn black.

Charlotte looked up, a chill running down her spine. She withdrew from Julian Wang’s range. Old Tom did the same. Their eyes met.

"Miss Charlotte," Old Tom said, "go do what you must. It is time."

Charlotte nodded. "It was a pleasure, Mr. Tom."

"In my heart," Old Tom replied with a warm smile, "you are already the lady of the Cavendish family."

Charlotte stiffened, then waved her hand. "Let’s go!" Her team followed, leaving the field.

Old Tom glanced at Julian Wang. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his wand toward the sky, a Purple Lotus Mark rising into the air. The signal.

On the battlefield, Cavendish family forces began to withdraw. Julian Wang frowned, sensing a shift, but before he could react, Old Tom charged him once more. Julian Wang was forced to turn his attention back to the duel.

Back on Rivers’s field, the wizard looked as if he’d been pulled from a pool of blood, yet his eyes remained sharp. Monty Meng gripped his longsword tighter; Rivers’s persistence was unnerving. This power was raw, unfathomable.

Rivers roared.

A bolt of lightning condensed into the shape of a serpent in the sky and slammed down toward Monty Meng. Monty Meng flashed, dodging the strike with supernatural speed.

He was just wondering why such a massive attack had missed when the lightning serpent suddenly twisted mid-air. It diverted, crashing into the Qin soldiers behind him.

Monty Meng froze in horror. Rivers’s target had never been him.

The elite soldiers were swept away like wheat before a scythe. As they fell, the pure-blood allies watching from the sidelines roared with high morale.

Monty Meng gritted his teeth, his face twisting in fury, and launched himself straight at Rivers.