days at Hogwarts

Chapter 198 Dumbledore: Fox, you need to pluck the hair

Snape's upper lip curled up, his eyes were indifferent and unwavering.

Harry, who was standing on the side of the stage, accidentally met Snape's gaze. For a moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake. He whispered to his friends: "I really don't know what happened to Lockhart. I can laugh, if it were me, I would have run as far as I could."

Neville nodded approvingly: "He chose the wrong opponent. If he can't beat Snape, he will be beaten on the stage. If he wins Snape, then he'd better escape from the castle as soon as possible, I think Snape had a hundred ways to get Lockhart to drink the poison without him knowing."

The little wizards reached a consensus that in short, Lockhart was going to be in bad luck.

Sure enough, just after the countdown, Lockhart was sent flying to the wall by Snape's Disarming Curse. After curling up for a while, he slowly tried to get up, his weak nature was fully exposed.

Snape stood on one side of the stage, suddenly felt that the whole auditorium was lit up, and he was in a very happy mood.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the little wizards of Slytherin actually saw some kind of comfortable emotion in the calm dead fish eyes of their headmaster, as if this spell had been planned for a long time.

"Should we notify Ms. Pomfrey? He might not be able to get up again." Hermione said calmly, she was not surprised by the result.

Ron calculated based on Lockhart's past behavior: "I don't think you need to worry, he won't let himself lose face a second time."

"I think this is good news for him, at least he doesn't have to worry about being poisoned." Harry spread his hands.

"Agreed!" Seamus and Dean nodded at the same time.

After about a minute, Lockhart staggered to his feet, his wavy curly hair stood on end by the aftermath of the spell, and a big cut was made in his gorgeous purple-red robe.

Harry's eyes lit up, disarming the spell, he is half an expert.This was the first time he had seen someone else's disarming spell knock people into the air, but Snape's knock-up seemed different from his.

There was a strange sharpness to Snape's disarming spell, and although the other young wizards didn't notice it, he could clearly see that Lockhart's robes were torn apart by the spell.

After Lockhart staggered onto the stage again, he became enthusiastic again, as if he wasn't the one who was blown away in front of the whole school: "Okay, everyone saw it! This is a disarming spell... s Professor Nepe, you don't mind if I say that, your intention to do something like this just now is too obvious. If I want to stop you, I won't have to do anything. I just want to let the little wizards increase their knowledge—"

Snape listened indifferently, and immediately wanted to give him another shot.Lockhart saw his hand holding the wand raised again, and hurriedly called to the students in the audience to change the subject: "That's the end of the demonstration, now I'm going to divide you into two groups..."

Ten minutes later, a puff of green smoke filled the entire venue.

Harry's legs were twitching, and he was doing a merry dance to a very ghostly rhythm.Opposite him, Draco Malfoy fell to the ground laughing, holding his stomach and crying tears.

Neville and Justin the Hufflepuff were both sprawled on the floor, panting.

Ron's opponent was Seamus. He relied on anticipation to avoid the repelling spell that Seamo hit. He was hit twice from time to time and took two steps back.Ron obviously enjoyed the process as much as he enjoyed playing chess.Ten knockback spells, Ron was able to dodge eight times, and Seamus, who was on the opposite side, had nothing to do. Although he could hit twice, it was not powerful enough to be of any use, and he was very aggrieved.

Seamus' ordinary spells were not powerful enough, and he couldn't use dangerous spells on his roommates during duel practice. The aggrieved Seamus was already planning to throw away his wand and fight hand-to-hand.

Hufflepuff's Ernie McMillan was standing right behind Ron, and he had all the spells that Ron dodged hit on him, and he had to guard against his dueling practice partner, who was in a dilemma.

"Oh! Watch out... Be careful! Here it comes again... Get out of the way..." Lockhart stood beside him and reminded him loudly. Under the panic, there were more spells in McMillan.

In the end, McMillan stopped hiding and lay down on the ground with a look of lovelessness.

McMillan: Tired, destroy it.

The most eye-catching thing are the two girls. The thin and small Hermione pinned Millicent Burst, who is bigger than many boys, with one hand, and even stretched out one hand to Millicent. The head seemed to want to pluck her hair.

The big Slytherin girl's face was flushed with a ferocious expression, and every muscle in her body was struggling.But the egg was useless, Hermione's arms were like steel shackles, tightly imprisoning her, motionless.

Justin and Neville, who were lying on the ground during the intermission, tilted their heads and watched the scene.

Justin was shocked: "Is this the girl from Gryffindor?"

Neville also had a dull expression: "Yes... no... this..."

Hermione's two roommates, Lavender and Parvati, watched this scene in silence.

Lavender's face was pale: "Say, should we apologize to Hermione for the impolite behavior of the first grade."

Parvati opened her mouth and murmured: "No need, she probably didn't care about us, otherwise we wouldn't have a chance to stand here."

"Makes sense..."

Loren, who rushed from the Room of Requirement to the auditorium, couldn't see her eyes, and said it was wonderful.

Suddenly, Lockhart's panicked voice sounded: "Oh! Miss Fawcett, squeeze it hard, the blood will stop immediately!"

Miss Fawcett of Ravenclaw accidentally stepped on her foot while avoiding a spell that floated from nowhere, tripped on the ground, broke her nose, and her nose was bleeding.

The blood poured cold water on the excited emotions of the little wizards, and even those who made real fire stopped.Only Harry was still dancing, and Malfoy was still laughing.

The person involved, Miss Fawcett, was in a daze, and actually listened to Lockhart's suggestion, and pinched her nose foolishly.

Seeing that this man didn't have any role as a professor, Snape couldn't bear it any longer. He skipped Lockhart and came to Fawcett's side, gave her a disgusted look, and roughly stopped the bleeding with a healing spell.

"You guys, take her to Madam Pomfrey." Snape quickly arranged for a few Ravenclaw wizards to take Fawcett to the school infirmary.

Then came to Harry and Malfoy, and used the spell to lift the creaking and dancing spells on them.Pushing the two of them back to their respective house quarters, Harry's initial gratitude was dispelled by a few rough pushes from Snape.

Seeing Harry walking down with stiff legs and feet, Ron lightly kicked his calf: "What's the matter, according to your dueling level, shouldn't you be unable to block that dancing spell?"

"Hiss~" Harry took a breath of air, "Don't move, cramp, cramp."

Seeing that Ron was about to come again, he hurriedly held him back: "Scar, my scar just hurt a little bit."

"Oh no, don't tell me Voldemort is coming again."

"It shouldn't be, it's not that painful, it will pass quickly..."

The auditorium was eerily quiet, the young wizards stared at Lockhart in silence, and Snape said nothing.

With her hands in her pockets, Hermione couldn't hide the excitement on her face even with a thin layer of sweat, and bounced to Loren's side.

Loren helped her arrange the messed up robe and collar, and asked in a low voice, "How did you make it look like this?"

He only knew that the idiot Lockhart opened the dueling club, and Harry would expose his Parseltongue, but he didn't expect that other people would fight like this, and the whole auditorium was smashed.

Hermione obediently let him play with his clothes, and she couldn't see the way he was beating Millicent just now: "Lockhart made us two and two, and then we became like this. However, I got Millicent My hair is gone hehe..."

Compound Potion needs something from the target person, and she came up with this idea when she and Millicent were in a group. Otherwise, with Hermione's dueling level, she can be hit with a magic spell hanging from a distance, and there is no need for hand-to-hand combat at all. .

Loren vaguely remembered that Hermione seemed to have mixed up hair and cat fur, which made her unable to see people during the Christmas holidays.He patted the back of Hermione's robe and asked, "Are you sure you pulled the hair from her head, you can't mistake it?"

Hermione shook her head: "At first I wanted to pull it from her head, fearing that she would find out, but this one was taken from her collar, so it's definitely not wrong."

Loren nodded, if you say you can't be wrong, then you can't be wrong.

Who wouldn't want to see Hermione, the cat-eared girl.

After Snape took control of the scene, Lockhart hurried to the center of the stage, fearing that the dueling club would change professors: "Ahem, Professor Snape is very correct, which is exactly what I want him to do. I think, Next I'd better teach you how to stop unfriendly magic."

He glanced at Snape, was pierced by the cold gaze, and immediately turned his head away to dismiss his calculations.

I wanted Snape to stand still and dissolve his spell, but after thinking about it, Lockhart looked down the stage: "Oh, I need a pair of models, is there anyone who volunteers to come on stage? How are you, Patton and Fenryy?"

Neville and Justin shook their heads so fast that they left afterimages.

"That's not a good idea. They're too stupid to serve as a demonstration. Or—" Snape was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"How about me and Morgan from Gryffindor?" Crabbe stood up and looked at Loren with a grin.

He didn't understand why the great Dark Lord paid attention to this Mudblood. Although he arranged for the house-elf to monitor him, he didn't mean anything hostile. He was even reprimanded for wanting to harm Loren.

A Mudblood, why...

The little wizards started chattering, not knowing how Slytherin's Vincent Crabbe and Gryffindor's Loren Morgan met.

Snape didn't understand either, but he smelled a familiar smell from Crabbe, a stench unique to Death Eaters.

Harry and Ron had seen Loren's strength, and thought that no one in the same grade could beat him, so they shouted excitedly in his ear.

Harry hooked his ankle to relieve the pain in his calf: "Come on Loren, greet him with dancing spells and creaking spells, and make his stomach and feet cramp together!"

Ron kept nodding: "While him crying, let Slytherin see how powerful we are."

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his eyelids slightly, covering the shimmering blue light in his eyes, and looked at Crabbe.

The magic power fluctuations on Crabbe's body are thicker than those of his peers, but there is still a gap from the multiple magic power explosions of them.

There is no snake-shaped magical outline light on his body, Voldemort should not be on him.It should be noted that there is a black light on his chest, which is somewhat similar to the black light on Snape's arm.

Hermione frowned, unable to figure out why Crabbe stood up to challenge Loren, subconsciously felt something was wrong.Although she didn't know what the other party was planning, she didn't want Loren to get hurt. The little witch grabbed his sleeve and shook her head, signaling him not to fight.

"It's okay, Professor Snape is still here, there will be no accidents." Loren comforted, patted Hermione's hand lightly, stood up on the stage, and made a duel gesture against Crabbe.

Snape approached quickly with a cold face, bowed his head and whispered to him: "There's something wrong with him, be smart, run towards me if something goes wrong."

Loren laughed twice: "Professor, you shouldn't tell the little wizards in your academy."

Snape remained silent, rolled up his sleeves lightly, and gave him a head shot before walking away.

The other young wizards who had the same question saw the scene where Loren was being beaten, and immediately felt right. This is the normal Professor Snape. He must have just warned Loren.

If he could hear the conversation between the two of them, Lockhart would definitely agree with Loren's words, yes, you, the head of Slytherin, don't help your own little wizard, but a Gryffindor?
Confused, Lockhart still took on a professorial attitude, walked to Crabbe, and patted him on the shoulder happily: "Don't worry, when Loren points his wand at you, that's what you do. "

He raised his wand, waved it from side to side, trying to make a complicated and handsome trick, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

"Ouch, my wand is a bit overexcited." Lockhart hastily added.

"Go away." Crabbe said coldly.

Abusing the professor?

Lockhart wanted to reprimand him, but raised his eyes to meet his violent gaze, and couldn't say anything, so he had to back away embarrassingly.He stood at the edge of the stage, looking at Crabbe with an oddly complex look.

As Loren and Crabbe walked center stage, nodding and bowing, Crabbe cursed under his breath, "Mudblood!"

Smiling and walking away, Loren didn't say anything, and the ribs will be opened for you in a while.

No one shouted to start, Crabbe quickly raised his wand: "[All petrification]" A bluish-white light flashed, and the curse flew straight towards Loren's face.

Loren turned sideways slowly, narrowly escaped from the eyes of the young wizards in the audience.

The little wizards of Gryffindor were excited: "Sneak attack, despicable Slytherin! Hurry up and get lost!"

The little wizards of Hufflepuff have a good relationship with Loren, and they all gave their support.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, with only this level, Crabbe couldn't touch the hem of Loren's clothes until dawn.

Amidst the noise, Crabbe uttered two spells in succession:
"[Quick Imprisonment]"

"[faintly]"

Two curses hit the left and right shoulders, blocking all of Loren's escape routes, but there was a gap in the middle, and Loren leaned back slightly to dodge again.He wanted to find out what happened to Crabbe, especially what the black light on his chest was, so he didn't rush to resolve the battle.

The cheers pierced Crabbe's heart, and he uttered: "[Bones to pieces]"

Three shattering curses sealed Loren's three directions, and unless he could fly, he would no longer be able to escape.Crabbe grinned grimly, waiting to see his flesh burst.

Snape's wand was raised, ready to save Loren.

Loren finally raised his wand, sideways avoiding the two spells, and at the same time condensed a transparent shield on the tip of the wand: "【Armor Protection】"

Snape lowered his raised wand.

The Shattering Curse surged on the transparent shield, and under the interference of the subtle angle, it flew towards Crabbe's chest at a faster speed, and the black light that sank into his chest, even Snape couldn't react.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Crabbe. Seeing his face turn pale, he let out a sigh of relief, turned to stare at Loren with more resentful eyes, and said viciously: "Come again!"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, a little wizard is a little wizard, and the Crushing Curse is not very powerful.

There was a moment of silence off the court, and then there was a wave of cheers. "Oh! Cool!" The enthusiastic cheers of the boys almost lifted the ceiling of the auditorium.

The little witches' eyes were full of splendor.

Loren looked at the unaffected black light on his chest in amazement. The feeling he received from the Iron Armor Curse shield could not be faked. The Shattering Curse was genuine, enough to shatter solid rocks.

He pursed his lips and smiled imperceptibly.If the defense is strong, then I want to open the door.

He recalled the knowledge of anatomy, the heart was not in that position, as long as she didn't die instantly, Madam Pomfrey should be able to save her.

Crabbe stared at Loren, don't you like to hide, this spell depends on how you hide: "[Oolong comes out of the hole]"

There was a crackling sound in front of the wand, and the air exploded quickly. A long black snake sprang out from it, landed on the carpet of the stage, and swam towards Loren with its head held high.

The crowd screamed and quickly backed away from the stage.

"[Copy into Double]"

During the swim, Crabbe cast a copy spell, making more black snakes swim towards Loren.

Black snake, Parseltongue? !
Loren paused for a moment and decided to control the black snakes. He covered the carpet with the transformation technique, and the strands of wool grew wildly like weeds, becoming longer and thicker. They entangled and imprisoned all the black snakes like devil vines. , wrapped into hairballs one after another.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd.A black snake appeared below the stage at some point, hissing and spitting out a message, and swam straight towards Neville and Justin. It raised its head, bared its fangs, and assumed an attacking posture.

Neville and Justin trembled violently, not daring to move in the face of the poisonous snake.

Getting closer, getting closer.

"Go away!" Neville yelled suddenly, grabbed the snake's tail with a speed that the black snake couldn't react, and beat the snake's head on the ground like a whip.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The snake's head was smashed into pieces, flesh and blood flew, and scales splashed everywhere. The little wizards nearby all avoided and made a big circle automatically. Looking at the scene in the circle, they shivered, not knowing what they were afraid of.

As for the two people on the stage, no one cared anymore.

Until Neville was tired from falling, he let go of the snake's tail, allowing the black snake to fly out and land on the ground twitching, even a little funny.

The scene was silent for a moment, and then more noisy discussions sounded.

"Why are you standing still, let's go!"

George, Fred and Lee Jordan encouraged the people around them to throw Neville and cheer. If it was Harry or Loren, the three of them would be able to throw it up, but Neville is a little special...

"Ha, Oolong came out of the hole——" Lockhart stood up and talked eloquently to the snake's corpse, "A simple magic, to be honest, he is a bit of a black magic, and he knows the simplest way to deal with it What is it?"

To be honest, Loren had an ominous feeling when he heard these words, and he wanted to step forward to stop Lockhart, but a voice next to his ear stopped him.

"The smoke disappears and ascends to heaven!"

Accompanied by Lockhart's magic, the shattered snake corpse flew up, and when it fell, it had been resurrected and healed, and it became bigger and more terrifying.It was thicker than an adult's thigh, obviously not enough for Neville to dance.

"Hiss~Sayaha Sahi"

"Hiss~Sayaha Sahi"

The next thing happened naturally, and when the boa constrictor approached the little wizard, Harry stood up and drove the boa constrictor away with his Parseltongue.

Amid Justin's angry yelling and the ominous whispers of the surrounding people, Ron and Hermione protected Harry and quickly left the auditorium.

After dealing with the mess left by Lockhart and turning the python into a cloud of black smoke, Snape ordered the prefects to take the students back, and told the little wizards not to spread rumors...

In the side door to the right of the guest seat.

The noise was like a tide, stirring in the auditorium.Listening to the ominous discussions, Loren asked softly, "Is this your plan, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore, dressed in white, looked at the door of the auditorium, where Harry was no longer visible.His eyes were forbearing and painful, and he couldn't find any joy in the realization of the plan, only deep compassion:

"Phoenix, you must be reborn from the fire..."

"Even if all the feathers are pulled out."

(End of this chapter)