Chapter 137 You deserve to die, Harry
No one knows why Gryffindor suddenly got points from Snape, just like no one knows why he targeted Gryffindor like this.
The ones who couldn't accept this fact the most were the Slytherin classmates.
Come to think of it, why did the old professor who had always been as "warm" to Gryffindor as winter suddenly change his temper and start giving points to Gryffindor?
Some classmates with relatively well-established family backgrounds have already thought of the Imperius Curse, and are still wondering whether Professor Snape was cast by Hermione on some mind-controlling curse like the Imperius Curse.
This is really evil!
Until the end of get out of class, the Slytherin students were in a state of confusion.
God, this is so scary.
"Well done, Hermione." Ron was still saying to Hermione when they were in the auditorium. "It seems that this method is really good. You see, Professor Snape even gave you extra points. You are really a genius. ”
"Thank you for finally realizing this." Hermione said proudly. She also felt that scoring twenty points in Snape's hands was legendary.
Of course, she has her reasons for being arrogant. Even the person who dislikes her the most in Gryffindor has to hold her nose and admit this fact.
Unfortunately, Harry didn't have a permit to go out.
"What I need to remind you is, Mr. Pott." Snape called Harry's name in a very typical Slytherin pronunciation. "Let's put it this way, I know you know something that even Dumbledore and You-Know-Who can't." The power to control, but the basilisk is not something that a little wizard like you can deal with - if the basilisk in the castle really comes to the Forbidden Forest to look for food, I think you and your family will be unlucky. An ignorant little troll friend.”
"Okay, Professor." Harry was a little disappointed and turned around listlessly.
Just as he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Snape say something as if to himself.
"Perhaps the equipment at Hogwarts really needs to be repaired. You should take it to Dumbledore's office for inspection next Monday night."
Harry paused but didn't look back.
He heard Professor Snape's clear message and left Snape's office.
When they returned to the auditorium, Hermione and the others gathered around them.
"How is it, Harry?" they asked with concern: "What did Professor Snape say?"
"Wait for my news." Harry said with a smile: "Don't worry, I just said that Professor Snape is easy to talk to...but we should prepare. Tomorrow night is the time for Professor Lockhart to open the Duel Club."< br>
"Understood, Harry." Ron made an OK gesture, "I think I'm pretty good now. I should at least beat either Fred or George..."
"You should be more confident," Fred's voice sounded from his ear, "my little Ronnie."
"Yeah, I think you should be confident." George said on the other side: "You should say, 'I can beat those two idiot clones Fred and George, easily.'"
"This is what you said, not me." Ron quickly distanced himself from the relationship: "You two even scolded yourself. It's really crazy."
"Are you crazy?" George said with a smile: "You will never be like my precious brother, thinking about how to defeat his brothers every day..."
"What do you know, this is ambition!" Ginny began to salute Ron, "Oh my god Ron, I really hope you can defeat these two idiots - if you can, I will ask mother to reward You eat chicken legs.”
"Really?" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay, but can I change it to something else this time? For example, I want a flying broomstick..."
"Then let's wait until you become a prefect." Percy said from the side: "Look, for me as a prefect, my mother bought me an owl... If you can become a prefect, my mother will definitely agree to it. My request is to buy you a broomstick.”
"Yes, this way, everyone in the family will be a prefect." Ginny said with a smile.
"Hey, Ginny!" George and Fred said in unison: "You know, one of us is definitely not going to be a prefect!"
"Oh, hello, next door neighbours." Ginny wrinkled her nose and said, "I think Dumbledore would have to be crazy to allow you two troublemakers to be prefects - even if Professor Dumbledore is crazy, I I think Professor McGonagall will also stay awake.”
The twins were a little hurt when their little cotton-padded sister said this.
However, the two of them were shameless people. They looked at each other and laughed. Then they sat down and said to Harry: "Harry, the ideas you gave us before were really useful. We secretly sold them among our classmates. I bought a little gadget and it was very popular - in just one month, we made two galleons.”
"Two Galleons!" Fred said softly: "You know, even our family's treasury does not have as much money as two Galleons——"
"Yeah, I don't know why we have to have a vault." Ron curled his lips and said: "It seems like we have some money at home that needs to be kept..."
"But I don't think our family can always be so poor." Percy took over the conversation from the side, "I think our great-grandfather, Gareth Weasley, must have some money in Gringotts. , I mean...a huge amount of money."
"Really?" Fred and George asked in unison.
The two of them are in great need of money now. If they can find the treasure left by their great-grandfather, start-up funds will no longer be a problem.
Don't tell me.
After what they said, Harry felt that this was indeed the case.
A hundred years ago, the Weasley family was not poor - especially after entering fifth grade, Gareth's pockets became increasingly rich, and he even often bought a bunch of snacks and asked him to enjoy them together.
Sometimes Harry could even see him taking out a stack of Galleons from his pocket and playing with them...
How could the Weasley family be short of money?
Harry recalled that when Gareth bought a Galleone of ice cream without batting an eye... Well, he must have some kind of treasury in Gringotts, but he didn't have time to leave it to the Weasley family.
Should I ask Bo Derek? He felt that it was indeed necessary.
"I think there will definitely be one." Ron also nodded solemnly: "My great-grandpa was also a well-known wizard in the magic world. How could he have no money?"
"That's right."
Ginny said the same thing, but she suddenly lost her temper.
"Hey, do you think it's possible that Grandpa's vault has been discovered by Mom and Dad, but they don't want to tell us?"
"Definitely not." This time it was Fred, who had always been naughty and mischievous, who spoke. "If we had this money, we would have spent it long ago. Do we have to wait until today?"
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"This is the consistent character of my parents. They never intend to keep money." Percy spread his hands and said, "Instead of struggling to save money, it is better to live happily in the present..."
Harry remembered this sentence and planned to ask Bo Derek about it that night.
Since today is Friday, everyone is more relaxed.
Saturday and Sunday are holidays. Who would work hard to study?
Harry got up from bed at around seven o'clock, with the excuse of going out for a walk, and then he went to the second floor where the basilisk appeared and squatted there for a while.
He planned to try his luck and get the best one, but it didn't matter if he didn't get it.
After waiting for more than an hour with no sign of the basilisk, Harry had no choice but to go to the Room of Requirement.
He drank the age-enhancing potion and dialed Bo Derek's two-way mirror.
"Mr. Potter," Bo Derek greeted politely.
Harry nodded slightly, very satisfied with Bo Derek's politeness.
"Mr. Bodrick," Harry said straight to the point, "I want to ask you a question this time, which is about an old friend of mine from a hundred years ago."
"Tell me." Bo Derek's expression became serious. He was not sure what the evil star in front of him meant.
Looking for goblins to settle the ledger? But it doesn’t seem like this attitude.
So Bo Derek could only deal with it cautiously. On the one hand, he was afraid of Harry's curse, and on the other hand, it was indeed unreasonable - after all, the couple's joint property had disappeared because of their improper care. Woolen cloth.
"I had a very good friend named Gareth Weasley." Harry tapped his finger on the table. "If I remember correctly, he had a vault in Gringotts - not Weasley." The one the Lai family is using now.”
Bo Derek immediately said: "Okay, sir, I will arrange for someone to check. Please be patient."
After saying that, Bo Derek put down the double-sided mirror and turned around to tell people to contact Gringotts.
Almost half an hour later, there was a result on the other end of the double-sided mirror.
"Mr. Potter." Bo Derek looked beaming.
"Looking at you so happy, there must be a result?" Harry asked.
"Yes, yes sir." Bo Derek said with a smile: "What do you think is going on? Mr. Gareth Weasley did leave a sum of money and placed it in vault No. 709. ...I asked someone to count it, and there were a total of twenty-four thousand two hundred and fourteen gold galleons, and there was a notebook in it.”
"Notebook?" Harry asked confused.
"Yes, notebook." Bo Derek nodded, "The notebook seems to have recorded some things about Weasley, but we don't know what was written specifically - after all, you know, Gringotts must fully respect its customers. Privacy.”
"Yes." Harry nodded.
"However, Mr. Weasley's will says that this part of the money..." Bo Derek raised his head and said cautiously: "It belongs to you..."
"Owned by me?!" Harry frowned. He never expected that Gareth would keep this money for himself?
"Yes, along with that note, there is also the letter left for you by Gareth Weasley." Bodrick sighed and said to Harry: "As for the token of the vault, it is yourself."< br>
Harry couldn't help but be stunned.
But after thinking about it, he still said: "In this way, you can modify Gareth's will and say that this money is the inheritance left by Gareth Weasley to the Weasley family..."
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At this point, Harry suddenly remembered Percy's words.
'Mom and Dad never had any plans to save money...'
"In this way, let's just say that Gareth Weasley's will allows them to withdraw two hundred galleons from the treasury every year as a limit to improve their lives." Harry said.
"Okay, I understand, Mr. Potter." Bo Derek has a high emotional intelligence and knows what to ask and don't ask.
As a fairy, especially the smart one, he has professional qualities.
"As for the notebook and Gareth's letter," Harry said to Bo Derek, "you can send it to Malfoy Manor and ask Lucius to keep it for me. It's a little inconvenient for me now."
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"Understood, sir." Bo Derek said quickly: "You are still looking for traces of the basilisk in Greece - but I have a small request to tell you..."
As he spoke, Bo Derek rubbed his fingers with a philistine expression.
"You said it," Harry said noncommittally.
"I know that for the powerful you, a small basilisk is not something difficult to handle, so after you deal with the basilisk, if there are some materials on the basilisk that are difficult to handle, Gringotts will help you solve it. This trouble - of course, Gringotts will treat Mr. Potter with the utmost sincerity." Bo Derek said with a shrewd light in his eyes.
"I'll think about it." Harry didn't agree in a hurry.
"Then I wish Mr. Potter success." Bo Derek said, and after a few more pleasantries with Harry, he hung up the double-sided mirror.
Early the next morning, while Harry was lying on the bed in a daze, Hedwig pecked him.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Harry reached out and rubbed Hedwig's back, "Why are you biting my ear?"
Hedwig couldn't speak, she just barked twice, pulled Harry's ear and pointed him to look at the bag beside the bed.
Harry put on his glasses, rubbed his eyes drowsily, and saw the mail bag from Malfoy Manor.
If nothing else, it should contain Gareth's letters and notebooks.
Harry opened the mail bag and found that it was just as he expected.
He glanced at his roommates who were still sleeping, then came outside with his notebook and letters, found a deserted corner and planned to read what was written on them.
First, Gareth’s letter.
Dear Brother Harry:
When you read this letter, I may be dead - I think you will be sad, but don't be sad, after all, death is just another great adventure.
Miss Grindelwald has determined the time of your return through some means. I know you don’t have much money, so I left you some money in Gringotts - you also feel like asking for a scholarship from Principal Black. You’ve experienced it, it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable, right?
Forgive me for not going to find you with them. After all, I am the only male in our family - my father does not allow me to do this.
In addition, I need to remind you that when you see some of the letters left in the Room of Requirement, don't think that Miss Malfoy didn't go to you - you can't imagine that the person who was most upset after you disappeared It's her, my God... Brother, you believe me, she will definitely come to you.
It is worth mentioning that Poppy Sweeting seems to have disappeared too, that Hufflepuff girl who always likes to stare at you.
If possible, try to find her in the Forbidden Forest, hoping that she will not be as miserable as the Czech Doyle you and Miss Grindelwald said.
Last but not least, you deserve to die, man.
Yours faithfully
Gareth Weasley
10, Sep.1901
Harry put down the letter, an indescribable sadness filling his heart.
Although he had known about Gareth's passing, he still couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this letter.
For him, only a year and a half had passed in Hogwarts a hundred years ago. He and Gareth had not seen each other for only a year and a half, but more than a hundred years had passed.
He and most of his friends are also separated by yin and yang.
Harry folded the letter and stuffed it behind Gareth's notebook.
He especially remembered Gareth's words. Good brothers would usually only joke with him, but would not really lie to him - but how did he know that Cassandra would travel a hundred years ago to find him?
But Harry didn't think about it carefully. This matter was not important. What was important was that even his good brother Gareth, who was as slow as Gareth, saw that Cassandra wanted to come to find him a hundred years later - why did he do it in the first place? Didn't you think of this?
Harry sighed, a little sad, but also very moved.
I feel sad that I will never see Gareth again, but moved because my good brother really misses him.
Thinking this way, he opened the notebook.
The first page of the notebook contains information about Gareth's income and expenses.
This looks like a ledger, he thought.
The account book of the first grade... well, the pocket money is one galleon, twelve sickles and three copper nuts. This is all Gareth's pocket money for one semester.
Harry felt a little confused. It seemed that the Weasley family was not rich a hundred years ago. Why did they have so much money later?
Thinking like this, he saw the back.
At Christmas, 10 Galleons were recorded.
Note: Harry is my good brother, how could I leave him and go back home for Christmas? But Miss Malfoy gave too much, God bless her.
Oh, and bless Harry too.
There is a short note at the end, which probably means that Miss Malfoy gave him 50 gold galleons and asked him to run errands to buy fireworks.
Harry could tell that Gareth was absolutely sincere when he wrote this sentence. After all, he wrote with such force that it penetrated the back of the paper.
Harry:...
No, wait a moment?
Why is something not right?
Dude, it turns out that you came home for Christmas because you received Miss Malfoy's ten gold galleons?
Harry had a bit of a mask of pain, feeling that the boat of his friendship with Gareth might be capsizing a bit.
He recalled Gareth's unfaltering concern at the door, and recalled Cassandra's haughty face.
Is this also part of your plan? Cassandra?
Harry continued to look down.
"Miss Malfoy gave me twenty Galleons during the summer vacation and told me not to talk too much - God, she is so generous. How could a generous and kind person like her treat Harry badly?"
Harry:...
Oh, that's what co-authoring is.
From then on, it was like this. At Christmas, I would receive 10 Galleons to tell Gareth to go home quickly, and during the summer vacation, I would give him 20 Galleons to tell him to shut up.
With such little money, how did Gareth... save more than 20,000 Galleons?
Harry was confused.
Until he saw it in fifth grade.
I have to admit that fifth grade was indeed a year when Gareth made a lot of money, because this year not only had Cassandra, but also Vivi...
Well, this is how things went.
"It's hard to imagine that besides Miss Malfoy, there is another generous lady - she is so generous that she can always come up with a price that is double that of Miss Malfoy to inquire with me. Good news.”
"Oh my gosh, a hundred galleons for me to give her the details of Harry's likes, I'm so... uh, um, Harry? Who's Harry? Oh, he'll be fine."
"But I think I shouldn't go on like this. I should tell Miss Malfoy about this - tell her that there is a lady named Grindelwald who is eyeing Harry."
"As for Harry? He'll be fine."
"When I was training the Imperius Curse, Miss Malfoy gave me ten gold galleons and asked me to leave Harry - ha, Harry thought I was firmly defending him, but in fact he didn't know that I had already Has become a slave of Jin Gallon..."
"But to be honest, rather than gold galleons, I would rather see Harry in a dilemma between the two of them - aha, that wooden man."
"However, I will definitely not be satisfied with ten gold galleons. After I went out, I told Miss Grindelwald about Harry and Malfoy being alone. As a matter of course - I also received fifty gold galleons. Galleons as reward.”
"When I was in the Great Hall, seeing Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald sparkling because of Harry, I really felt so accomplished! Oh my god!"
"Oh my gosh, I think I might be a pervert - but I'm so excited!"
"In this way, I became the eyes and ears of Miss Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald at the same time, helping them compete for Harry's time. Especially during Christmas in fifth grade, after Miss Malfoy became angry with Harry, Grindelwald Miss Waugh actually gave me a chance to be alone with Miss Windis of Ravenclaw as a reward for tricking me...to persuade Harry to spend Christmas with her in the Austro-Hungarian Empire."
When Harry saw this, his fists became hardened.
Good guy, it turns out there is such a shameful traitor beside me!
I asked why Cassandra could accurately grasp my movements, and how Weiwei could appear at the right time every time Cassandra and I were alone...
It turns out to be your boy!
But when he saw the back, Harry was stunned.
"But I refused. Harry obviously made Miss Malfoy angry. I thought I should do something to prevent Harry from falling completely to the other side - so I decided to work for Miss Malfoy for free."
"But it is a pity that Miss Malfoy was so unlucky that she was completely defeated by Miss Grindelwald who descended from the sky... So I think that at this time I should help the strong and help the weak and become my childhood sweethearts."
"But not long after the sixth grade started, Harry disappeared, so that my plan could no longer be implemented - God, I think if Harry hadn't disappeared, I would have been happy for the rest of my life, just like this between the three of them. Make a balance between..."
"But having said that, I'm also embarrassed for Harry - after all, Miss Grindelwald and Miss Malfoy are both equally excellent, so it's really hard to choose..."
As I write this, my notes are gone.
Harry was really angry and funny. He was angry that he had been manipulated by his good buddy for so long. What was funny was that even Cassandra and Vivi didn't notice the invisible hand of his good buddy.
Great, Gareth.
I really didn’t expect that Gareth, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, turned out to be a fun-loving person. Harry sighed and closed the notebook helplessly.
What else can I say?
But he wasn't stupid enough to go to the map secret room with his notebook to question Weiwei. Of course, there was nothing to question.
If you want to blame Gareth...that's not really true.
He just had a bad taste. It should be said that somewhere in his heart that he didn't want to admit, Harry was quite grateful to him.
Of course, as for what he didn't want to admit, Harry definitely didn't want to think about it in detail.
Putting away his notebook, Harry decided to go out for some fresh air.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with blowing the air, right? Banban?
Harry reached out and picked up Scabbers, a passing rat, and held it in front of him to look at him.
But he didn't know why, after Banban was picked up by him, he howled like a killing chicken.
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"What's wrong with you?" Harry quickly put it on the ground, lest something went wrong and he would drag the old rat to death.
But the mouse couldn't speak human language, at least it seemed that way. After being placed on the ground by Harry, it ran away without giving Harry any chance to stop him.
"Harry?"
Ron's voice sounded from behind, sounding completely awake.
The night before they had stayed up late playing wizard's chess in the common room.
After all, he is only a second-year student, so it is normal for him to be playful.
"Have you seen my Scabbers?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes.
"He just passed by me." Harry said truthfully: "I picked it up, and he squeaked in fear. After I put it down, he ran away without knowing where he was."
"Oh, that's right." Ron nodded: "That rat is a bit timid, we all know that, forget it, he will always come back anyway, right?"
"Yes." Harry nodded, "I think you are right, it will always come back."
After dinner, under much anticipation, Professor Lockhart's Duel Club made its debut.
The long dining tables in the auditorium disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above.
The ceiling once again became as dark as velvet, and something like a nebula shone on it, which was really beautiful.
Almost all the students in the school came, crowded together, everyone holding their own wands, looking forward to Professor Lockhart's arrival with excitement.
"We shouldn't have only one professor, right?" Hermione said expectantly from the side: "I mean, besides Professor Lockhart - he must have an opponent, right? I guess it should be Professor Flitwick , I heard that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young."
"It's hard to say." Ron said with a smile: "I prefer that Professor Lockhart's opponent is Professor Snape, in which case Lockhart will flatten his big nose..."
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"That's right, Weasley." Snape's voice sounded from behind Ron.
Ron turned around in horror and met Professor Snape's smile.
"Well, you will lose two points from Gryffindor for speaking ill of the professor behind his back, Mr. Weasley." Professor Snape smiled sinisterly, puffed up his black robes, and scratched his head. Arrived aside.
After a while, Professor Lockhart, wearing a purple robe, came into the auditorium. He looked so dazzling.
Beside him was Professor Flitwick, who was taking small steps. He was obviously a little behind Lockhart, who was taking long strides.
Professor Lockhart came to the podium and stood up, facing everyone with a signature smile.
"Welcome, welcome everyone to my dueling club - as I said in class, Professor Dumbledore allowed me to open this small dueling club to fully train everyone in case you need to defend yourself one day, Protect yourself in the same way I have done countless times - see my published work for more information. ”
"Please allow me to introduce the special guests invited by the Duel Club this time." Professor Lockhart continued with a smile, "Professor Filius Flitwick, once won the duel competition champion! This time I will introduce to you Explain some tips on dueling”
Professor Flitwick walked onto the stage and waved to everyone.
Everyone clapped and gave the magic professor their warmest applause.
Especially the Ravenclaw students, cheering and applauding, looking happy and proud.
"And Professor Severus Snape!" Lockhart continued to introduce: "He told me that he himself knew a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to assist me before class. Make a small demonstration.”
"But I say, I don't want you little guys to worry - after I finish demonstrating with him, I will return your Potions Master intact to you, don't be afraid!"
"I really hope he dismantles all Snape's bones." Ron whispered without memory: "After dismantling it and throwing it into the potion crucible, it will definitely brew a pot of good venom... ”
Harry didn't hold back, he lowered his head and chuckled.
The same goes for Hermione, who was laughing softly as she gently hit Ron with her hand, looking really happy.
Professor Snape seemed to notice that he was laughing at him, and glanced at him sadly, but said nothing.
"I think I should let Professor Flitwick explain to everyone what a wizard's duel is." Professor Lockhart raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. "After all, although I know a lot about dueling, when facing a dueling master, It still seems inadequate.”
Professor Flitwick stood up and said to everyone in a sharp voice: "Listen up - a duel is divided into the following steps. First, bow to each other, walk to both sides with the wand in hand, count three times and then start attacking - During the duel , absolutely no physical contact is allowed, I hope you can understand this.”
"Now, Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart will demonstrate to you how to conduct a wizard duel!" Professor Flitwick said again.
After the words fell, Lockhart and Snape stood on the duel stage and bowed to each other.
Then, holding their wands like arrows to their chests, they walked back.
After walking to the edge of the dueling stage, with Professor Flitwick counting down, the duel between the two officially began.
Professor Snape swung an enchanting pose and shouted loudly: "Expelliarmus!"
A burst of bright red light erupted from the head of his wand and was directed toward Professor Lockhart.
A hemispherical transparent shield suddenly appeared in front of Professor Lockhart, blocking Professor Snape's curse.
"Expelliarmus!" Professor Lockhart also refused to be outdone and cast a spell.
The two sides are back and forth, evenly matched, and under the rules set by Professor Lockhart, they cannot use any spells - only Expelliarmus.
The duel lasted for four or five minutes, and neither side showed any sign of weakness.
"Okay, I declare that the duel is a draw!" Professor Flitwick shouted loudly: "Excellent duel, if you two were still students, I think I would definitely give your respective colleges extra points!"
"It's not too late, Filius." Professor Snape twitched his lips, seeming to be very dissatisfied with Professor Flitwick's quarrel.
Professor Flitwick looked at him dissatisfied and remained silent.
"Okay, okay." Professor Lockhart smiled and stretched out his hand, "I think you all should understand. Next, I would like to invite a few students to the stage - do you want to challenge each other? Don't worry, you are here. Anyone who wants to challenge can! ”
Ron was the first to stand up and said loudly: "Professor, I want to challenge my brother! Fred!"
"Oh my God, little Ronnie!" Fred shouted back, "I'm so sad-"
There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, everyone was looking forward to Fred's challenge.
Sure enough, as a man of fun, Fred would never refuse to torture his good brother in public.
He jumped onto the duel stage and hooked Ron.
"Come on, little Ronnie - don't go easy on me just because I'm your brother!"
Ron snorted and stood on the duel stage.
"What I need to say is, Ron." Professor Lockhart frowned and said: "You are only a second-year student now. Isn't it unwise to challenge a fourth-year student? I believe Fred will not because you are his My brother is merciful."
"Don't worry, Professor, I'm going to defeat my next door neighbor today -" Ron's eyes were filled with blazing fire.
No one knew what "next door neighbor" meant, but Ginny laughed, loudly.
Next to him, Percy lowered his head and tried not to laugh, as if this was something funny.
A friend of his classmates approached him and asked him what he meant, but Percy remained tight-lipped and had no intention of telling anyone about it.
Following the example of Lockhart and Snape, Ron and Fred stood very close together, facing each other and bowing to each other.
Then they raised their wands to their chests, turned and walked back.
After walking to the edge of the dueling stage, with Professor Flitwick counting down, the duel between the two officially began.
"Expelliarmus!"
Ron took the lead in casting a spell, directly targeting Fred.
However, Fred, who was good at pranks, was obviously very physically strong and managed to avoid Ron's curse in an extremely unscientific and unmagical gesture.
"Well done, baby Ronnie!" Fred laughed and pointed at Ron: "Rectumsempra!"
Ron quickly dodged and avoided Fred's spell.
"Fred! Only Expelliarmus!" he yelled.
"Yes, Fred." Professor Lockhart also reminded: "I fully understand your desire to teach your brother a lesson, but a duel is a duel. In addition to armor protection and your weapon, other spells Not allowed! ”
Fred spread his hands. He originally wanted to add another front-tooth stick, so that this stupid brother would know the consequences of irritating a good brother.
But Ron didn't give him a chance to think carefully, and fired two Expelliarmus shots in a row, forcing Fred to be overwhelmed and unable to dodge.
Finally, Ron cast another disarming spell, and Fred's wand swung the flower and flew into Ron's hand.
"I win, next-door neighbor Fred." Ron said with a smile, "Your wand is in my hand!"
Fred couldn't help but smile. He didn't feel angry at all, and even felt a little happy.
"Well done, baby Ronnie," he said.
The audience below also applauded. They could see that it was not Fred who was letting off steam, but Ron's strength was really good - to be fair, those disarming spells were indeed at very tricky angles and difficult to dodge.
"Okay, everyone saw it!" Professor Lockhart said loudly, "This is the disarming charm - as you can see, Fred lost his wand, and the wand flew into Ron's in hand.”
"This is just a duel between friends," Professor Lockhart said again: "But what if it is in a real battle? After being disarmed, most wizards are worse than even Muggles - Because they have lost their magic wand."
"But only a few wizards have mastered the most difficult skill among wizards, which is to cast spells without a wand." Professor Lockhart smiled at everyone, "As far as I know, there is one in Hogwarts. The master of wandless magic, guess who he is?”
"Who is it?" Everyone was aroused.
Soon someone reminded from the side: "Oh my God, who else could it be besides Principal Dumbledore? He is the most powerful wizard in the world!"
"Maybe so." Professor Lockhart did not deny it, but he did not confirm it either. In his opinion, Professor Dumbledore was definitely not the most powerful wizard in the world.
Of course, he could only speak harshly, because the wizard he considered to be the strongest was now locked up in New Menga and counting ants.
"Let's continue to divide into groups. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?" Professor Lockhart clapped his hands, but he reminded him thoughtfully: "I suggest you not challenge Mr. Finnigan. After all, his spell seems to be very effective against explosions." Always keen, if you don’t want your little hands blown off, don’t challenge him yet.”
"Professor!" Seamus retorted dissatisfiedly.
There was no way he could even blow up people's hands with Expelliarmus. After several months of practice, he had successfully corrected this problem.
Of course, his Expelliarmus weapon also has a side effect, which is to disarm other people's weapons through explosions - not necessarily a bomber, but it will definitely cause the opponent to lose their wand through the explosion.
Draco stood up.
"Weasley?" He waved his hand towards Ron, "Come on, let's have a duel?"
Ron did not reject his proposal. After all, at this time and on this occasion, rejecting Draco meant that Gryffindor bowed to Slytherin.
This is something every Gryffindor can't stand. They can bow to anyone, but they can't bow to Slytherin.
He stood on the duel stage, face to face with Draco.
"Don't be too angry, Weasley." Draco said softly: "It's just a friendship duel, and I don't mean anything else."
"You better be," Ron snorted and bowed to Draco.
After the two bowed, they came to the edge of the duel stage.
However, when Professor Flitwick had just counted to three, Draco waved his wand and cast a disarming spell.
"Expelliarmus!"
Just when Draco was triumphant and thought he would make a contribution, he didn't expect Ron to dodge aside quickly.
Cedric's face darkened in the audience. He thought about how Harry had educated him before.
Even if you follow the rules, you must always be wary of the other party not following the rules.
After all, you only have one life, and duels are too standard, leaving relatives in tears.
"Malfoy!" Ron roared: "Expelliarmus!"
A ray of red light hit Draco's arm, and the wand flew leisurely into Ron's hand.
"You lose." Ron smiled at Draco and threw the wand back to him.
Draco walked away angrily. He thought he could beat Weasley in this duel.
But it is obvious that his idea failed. Even if he did not practice martial ethics, he could not win.
However, from an angle that he didn't notice, a trace of disgust flashed in Pansy Parkinson's eyes.
"Weasley!" "Weasley!" "Weasley!" "Weasley!"
Cheers rang out, and the Gryffindor classmates were cheering Ron's last name, celebrating his winning streak.
Fred and George even jumped onto the duel stage and danced, twerking and ogling like the Veela cheerleaders at the Quidditch Cup, making the atmosphere even more lively.
These two living treasures...
Harry shook his head and smiled bitterly. It should be said that the twins' personalities were really similar to Gareth's.
Gareth is the same, he loves to play and make trouble, and sometimes he also likes to make a little joke and do some pranks.
If Gareth were replaced by the two of them, he might be able to earn more commissions from Cassandra and Vivi without any psychological burden.
"Is there anyone else who wants to duel?" Professor Lockhart said loudly again. He raised his hand high and shook it and asked everyone: "Are there any volunteers?"
At this moment, a man came out from the Slytherins and stood on the duel stage.
"Granger, I challenge you," she said.
Everyone looked up and saw Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin.
"Parkinson?" Draco asked in a low voice, "When did she go up? Oh my God, does she really think she can defeat that Granger?"
Although he was reluctant to admit it, Draco felt that Pansy really had little chance of winning against the Muggle-born Granger.
Not to mention Draco, even the other Slytherin classmates didn't think highly of Pansy Parkinson.
The name Miss Know-It-All is well-known among Slytherins - on the one hand, because she won twenty points from Professor Snape as a non-Slytherin; on the other hand, because of this little The girl really knows everything.
On the train in the first grade, he was able to skillfully use the petrification spell to attack his classmates - let alone the first grade, many senior students did not know how to use this spell.
Miss Farley frowned. She always felt that something was wrong with Pansy.
She moved to the side without leaving a trace, stretched out her hand to grab Harry's sleeve, and pulled him aside.
Harry noticed Miss Farley's movements and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, Miss Farley?"
"I feel something is wrong." Miss Farley said softly: "I really can't figure out where she got the courage to challenge Miss Granger. You know, in addition to her unfamiliar dueling skills, Miss Granger knows more magic than There are generally many fourth-grade students.”
"Take your time and take a look." Harry didn't think it was anything, maybe it was just the pathological obsession of those purebloods.
She resented the loss of face that Hermione had suffered last semester, so she crammed in some dueling knowledge and wanted to regain her position at this time. It's easy to understand.
Hermione on the side raised her head. She didn't know why Pansy came to the door.
But she couldn't refuse. On the one hand, she was proud of being a top student. On the other hand, after practicing in the duel cabin for so long, she was not afraid of Parkinson.
So she stood on the duel stage and stood in front of Pansy Parkinson.
"Very good! Very good!" Professor Lockhart looked at Pansy and Hermione excitedly and said with a smile: "We finally have two ladies on the duel stage - they are from Gryffindor. Miss Hermione Granger from Slytherin, and Miss Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin, let us applaud them”
Taking advantage of the sounds of applause and cheers, Pansy smiled strangely at Hermione.
Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. This smile... didn't seem to contain any good ideas.
Sure enough, she heard Pansy's voice.
"Mudblood, I'm going to teach you a lesson." Pansy whispered.
Hermione raised her head. She didn't expect Pansy to provoke her like this.
"Then I'll wait." Hermione sneered.
The two bowed to each other - but neither actually bowed, they just nodded and moved to the edge of the dueling platform.
However, before Professor Flitwick could start shouting, Pansy's voice rang out.
"I think you should know how to be polite, Miss Granger... Didn't Professor Lockhart and Professor Flitwick just teach you the basic etiquette of dueling? I say... Bow!"
Hermione suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure on her back, forcing her to bend over.
She struggled against the force, trying not to give in, and bent over Pansy.
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