Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

The definition of Dark Arts is too broad, and there are too many channels to access it, making it impossible to ban completely, especially for pure-bloods, many of whom take pride in learning and using Dark Arts.

That's why Hogwarts offers Defense Against the Dark Arts, teaching them how to protect themselves.

And to effectively use Defense Against the Dark Arts, one needs to face the Dark Arts. Dealing with it at school is better than facing it outside the campus. So, professors generally ignore minor squabbles as long as they don't cause major problems.

Of course, this is on the premise that the three Unforgivable Curses are not used.

Returning our attention to the dueling platform.

"Densaugeo!"

Looking at this familiar spell, Hermione felt a sense of despair. Being hit by anything would be better than this.

But her whole body was paralyzed, unable to move at all, and she could only watch as the spell she hated the most flew towards her.

Cassandra revoked the dark flames, her eyes flashing with excitement as she looked at Hermione.

At this moment, Hermione's hair stood on end, and her face was slightly charred, the aftermath of being struck by the Weather Charm.

Cassandra now had a pretty good grasp of the Weather Charm, able to strike wherever she pointed, and control the power.

Like now, Hermione was paralyzed by the lightning, but the injury itself wasn't too serious.

"Cassandra Voleur wins!"

Lockhart, looking at Hermione, who was covering her mouth with her eyes closed, directly announced the result.

Although Hermione was still standing on the platform, she obviously couldn't continue fighting.

Ethan from the Ravenclaw stands stood up and remotely cast two spells.

The moment the two spells, one white and one red, hit Hermione, the dirt and charred marks on her body disappeared, and the paralysis and enlarged front teeth were also removed, leaving only the hair standing up after being struck by lightning, which Ethan was powerless to do anything about.

"Draco Malfoy versus Ethan Yardley!"

"I concede!"

Amid the cheers of Ravenclaw, the two walked onto the platform. Before even performing the dueling salute, Draco raised his hand.

Although the two had reconciled and could now exchange a few words, Draco still didn't dare to make a move. He had nightmares of Ethan beating him up for months.

And there was that idiot Blaise Zabini a few months ago, who made a move against Ethan and even showed a contemptuous look. All of this was seen by the little wizards below.

The result was that he was electrocuted to the point of losing control of his bowels and bladder on the spot, and now he has become the laughing stock of the entire Hogwarts. Every time Slytherin and Gryffindor argue during this period, this matter has to be brought up again. It is estimated that it will continue until Blaise Zabini graduates. If it were him, he would have transferred schools long ago.

Draco didn't want to experience this high-level treatment again.

If someone called him a coward, it's very simple, if you're so great, go fight Ethan!

"Harry Potter versus Ron Weasley!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both wearing forced expressions. It turned out to be a Gryffindor civil war.

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

......

Amid the cheers of Gryffindor, Harry and Ron stepped onto the platform at the same time.

Only at this moment, Ron's face was quite ugly. Not a single person in the entire Gryffindor was supporting him. His older brothers and sister were also supporting Harry.

He was clearly so excellent, reaching the quarterfinals just like Harry. Why was this?

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Chapter 129: The Dirty Water on the Weasley Family

The countdown ended.

Ron launched the attack first.

"Diffindo!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Two spells, one white and one red, collided in the air and exploded.

"Incendio!"

The scorching flames appeared at the tip of Ron's wand, sweeping towards Harry's direction.

Now Ron had only one thought. If he could defeat Harry on the platform, would all the cheers be directed towards him?

"Finite Incantatem!"

Harry frowned as he looked at Ron, not understanding why he was so violent as soon as he came on stage.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

In the flames, a gray-white spell attacked him. Helpless, Harry could only lean down to avoid it.

"Expelliarmus!"

Harry wasn't without a temper either. Being pressed by Ron step by step, he also began to actively attack, wanting to end the battle as soon as possible.

The sudden change made Ron panic. He had learned a lot during this period, but he hadn't experienced much real combat. He had only blasted his opponents off the stage with a few spells. Compared to Harry, a natural combatant, the difference was still quite large.

"Flipendo!"

The spell was successful, but it was too late. The explosion of the two magical forces directly caused Ron to retreat several steps before he could stand firm.

His hair and face were also blackened by the explosion of magical power.

The Gryffindor little wizards erupted in cheers again.

After all, wouldn't they cheer for Harry instead of Ron?

Although Ron had performed well during this period, reaching the quarterfinals and adding a lot of glory to Gryffindor.

But Harry was the savior. As a fellow quarterfinalist, he had a huge reputation even before entering school. Many wizarding families were very grateful to him, and many Muggle-born little wizards also admired Harry, which was especially prominent in Gryffindor.

In addition, Harry was also a member of the Quidditch team and the biggest contributor to defeating the Slytherin team last time.

No matter how you compare them, Harry was more popular.

"I usually see them having a good relationship, I didn't expect them to fight so fiercely."

Terry watched the performance of the two on the stage with great interest.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Terry shouted and stood up directly.

Just now, they were only fighting fiercely, not showing any mercy, but now they were aiming to kill.

Many of the little wizards around were shouting or standing up, especially on the Gryffindor side. After a moment of silence, an earth-shattering roar erupted.

They simply couldn't believe their eyes. What had Ron done?

This was already the biggest accident in the dueling competition so far. Ethan had only electrocuted someone until they lost control of their bowels, but Ron had actually killed Harry. Moreover, it was a battle between two good friends from the same house.

Harry was now lying on the stage, his face pale. A large hole had been torn in his chest, and the blood flowing out had stained the ground red.

Ethan had also seen the scene just now. After Ron awkwardly dodged Harry's Disarming Charm, he waved the wand in his hand, and a crossbow bolt with only a hint of dark light was flung out, directly piercing Harry, who hadn't had time to react.

He hadn't expected Ron to choose such a spell.

Darklight Bolt!

Ethan also knew this spell. It was in the dark magic book "Most Poisonous Witchcraft."

Its lethality wasn't considered strong in dark magic, and the damage it caused could be healed with healing spells. It was a relatively ordinary dark magic spell.

But its practicality was quite good. It condensed quickly, was relatively concealed, and its launch speed was even faster after use.

Those with slightly poorer perception would basically find it difficult to see the Darklight Bolt after it was launched. It was generally used for sneak attacks, and for unprepared wizards, it could be called a sure kill.

"No… This isn't… I didn't mean for this to happen…!"

Looking at Harry lying in a pool of blood, his wand rolling to the side, Ron panicked.

He immediately went forward and knelt beside Harry, reaching out his hand to try to stop the flowing blood, but a large hole had been torn open. How could he possibly stop it with just his hands? Instead, Ron's wizard robes were stained crimson.

Seeing this scene happen right before his eyes, Lockhart was completely dumbfounded and stepped forward somewhat at a loss.

If Harry Potter died here, the matter would definitely be huge.

Now that the dueling competition had progressed to this stage, wouldn't it be stopped!

Thinking of the Triwizard Tournament of the past, a European international event, it was called to a halt because it was too dangerous and there were multiple deaths.

Thinking of this, Lockhart glanced back at Dumbledore somewhat慌乱.

But he saw that Dumbledore was no longer in the teachers' seats at this moment. When he turned his head back, Dumbledore, Snape, and Madam Pomfrey had already arrived on the stage, accompanied by a large flying turkey.

Ethan and the others also rushed towards the stage. They saw that Snape's face was so gloomy at this moment that water could drip from it. He strode forward and directly pulled Ron away, throwing him to the ground.

Then, he drew his wand and pointed the tip at the wound on Harry's chest. Under the effect of the healing spell, Harry's bleeding was obviously decreasing.

Madam Pomfrey also took out two bottles of potions from the medicine box she carried with her and handed them to Snape.

Taking the potions, Snape poured one bottle on the wound and poured the other into Harry's mouth, using a spell to help him drink it.

In just a moment, the effects of the medicine had taken effect. Harry's wound had completely stopped bleeding, and new flesh was already growing on the wound.

Standing aside, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Harry was fine. If his heart had been pierced, then nothing could be done.

They had set up a teachers' seat on site to prevent accidents from happening, but they didn't expect that the accident would happen to Harry.

First of all, he didn't expect Ron to use this dark magic. By the time he wanted to stop it, it was already too late. This spell ran much faster than ordinary spells.

The protection on the stage was not aimed at the little wizards above, mainly to prevent the leakage of spells from accidentally injuring people. It did not have any protective effect on the little wizards inside.

After doing all this, Snape suddenly turned his head and stared at Ron. If the occasion wasn't right, Snape would have wanted to kill him.

The little wizards present were also surrounding him at this moment, looking at Ron with some surprise, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

The Weasleys were all Gryffindors, and they were staunch anti-Voldemort supporters. They had never used dark magic.

But Ron's performance today didn't seem like a Gryffindor, nor did he seem like a Weasley.

If a Slytherin had beaten someone half to death, everyone would just exclaim and then continue doing what they were doing. Weren't they originally like this?

Ravenclaws could also accept it, but for a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor to use dark magic and almost beat a classmate to death, this did not conform to their usual perception.

"I need to take Harry to the hospital wing. He needs to recuperate for a while."

Madam Pomfrey ignored the atmosphere on the scene and used a spell to carry Harry away before walking towards the hospital wing.

This was Harry's second time in the hospital wing this year. What an unlucky child.

"I didn't mean to, really!" Ron trembled all over, looking at everyone with fear on his face. "I didn't think it would be this result. I thought he could dodge it, I…"

Ron didn't know what was going on either. He just wanted to win, wanted to defeat Harry, and take back the honor that belonged to him. Then, in the heat of the moment, he used it.

It wasn't until Harry fell into a pool of blood that his mind cleared up.

"You thought?"

"Dodge it?"

"Have you thought about the consequences of killing someone?"

"A little bit more off, and Harry would have been killed by you!"

Snape stared at Ron with his eyes, and the malice in his tone was truly undisguised.

"I said, I didn't think about killing someone, and I didn't want to hurt Harry, I didn't!"

Ron roared at Snape somewhat distractedly.

"Didn't think about killing someone, why did Harry go to the hospital wing?"

"Who taught you dark magic, Weasley?"

Originally, Ron, this kind of bad friend, was of no help to Harry, and now he has seriously injured Harry and is hiding dark magic.

Snape didn't want Ron to have such unstable factors around him.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had rushed over, was trembling with anger at this moment, and obviously had no intention of speaking for Ron.

"I learned it myself from a book."