Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 95 Raid and Duel Club
In the end, none of the three of them could argue for a reason, and they finally let it go. After all, none of them could convince the other.

Couldn't Hermione see that something was wrong with Lockhart?Even Crabbe and Gore can see this kind of thing, but because of the fan filter and the heart of a little girl, she temporarily ignores it.

When Hermione sees Lockhart's true face in the future, the most ruthless one must be our dear Miss Otter.

The day after leaving Hagrid's cabin was Saturday.

This day is the day when the Quidditch match starts, and the two sides are Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Harry actually woke up very early that day, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match, he was a little nervous.

Because he had never been more eager to beat the Slytherin team than he was now, and he didn't want to see Malfoy's smug face after winning, he could guess what this guy Malfoy would say at that time.

Harry lay with his eyes open for half an hour, churning inside, before finally getting up, getting dressed, and going downstairs for breakfast early.

When he got to the Great Hall, he found the rest of the Gryffindor team crowded around the long, empty dining table, nervous and taciturn.

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the school began to head to the Quidditch Stadium.

It was a hot and humid day, and there was a faint thunder in the sky.

Ron and Hermione hurried over to wish Harry good luck as he entered the dressing room.

The Quidditch arena was full of cheers and cheers, as both Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wanted to see Slytherins defeated, but there were also boos and boos from the crowd of Slytherins.

Ms. Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, offered Flint and Wood a handshake, and they stared at each other menacingly and squeezed each other's hands unnecessarily.

"Listen to my whistle," said Ms. Hooch. "Three! Two! One!"

There was a lot of noise in the crowd, welcoming them to take off, and the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.

Harry flew higher than the rest of the team, squinting around, looking for the Snitch.

"Are you all right, Scarhead?" Malfoy called, darting under Harry like an arrow, as if to show off the speed of his broom.

Harry didn't have time to answer when a heavy black Bludger flew towards him suddenly, and he narrowly dodged it, feeling the ball brush his hair as it flew by.

"Fantastic, Harry!" said George.

Bat in hand, he galloped past Harry, ready to hit the Bludger at the Slytherins.

Harry saw George hit the Bludger hard at Derian Pusey, but the Bludger changed direction halfway and flew straight at Harry again.

Harry ducked down to dodge it, and George slammed it hard at Malfoy again.

However, like a boomerang, the Bludger turned around again and took Harry's head.

Harry sped up suddenly, whizzing towards the other end of the field, and he could hear the Bludgers whizzing after him behind him, what was going on?

Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end.Harry jerked his head down, and Fred hit the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was knocked aside.

"That's it!" Fred exclaimed happily.But he was wrong, the Bludger seemed to be magnetically attracted around Harry, and once again chased him, and Harry had to speed up and escape desperately.

It was starting to rain; Harry felt big drops of rain hitting his face and splashing on his glasses.

He was completely ignorant of the rest of the field until he heard commentator Lee Jordan say: "The Slytherins lead, sixty to zero."

Apparently, the Slytherin team's super broomsticks were at work, while the crazy Bludger did its best to knock Harry out of the air.

Fred and George were now flying so close to Harry that Harry could only see their thrashing arms, with no hope of finding the Snitch, let alone catching it.

"Someone's tampered with... this... Bludger..." Fred muttered as he slammed the Bludger, which was attacking Harry again, into the air.

Therefore, George and Fred signaled Captain Wood to suspend the game.

When the game was suspended, but when they avoided the attack of the bludger and landed on the ground, the bludger that had attacked them frantically stopped.

Harry and the others told Mrs. Hooch what happened, but it was a pity that Mrs. Hooch didn't believe that the Bludger had been moved.Trying to kill Harry's bullshit.

Because all the balls were locked in the box before the game and locked in Ms. Hooch's office, if anyone wanted to do anything, Mrs. Hooch would definitely know immediately.

In the end, Harry chose to continue the game and asked himself to deal with the out-of-control Bludger. After all, George and Fred had been swinging sticks around him, which interfered with his pursuit of the Snitch.

The rain was getting heavier, and Harry tried his best to avoid the attack of the Bludger, looking for the golden snitch.

Malfoy sneered and yelled at Harry because the dodging posture was too embarrassing, "Are you practicing ballet, Potter?"

Harry was already mad at the damn Bludger, and after hearing Malfoy's jeer, Harry dodged the Bludger again, and turned to stare at Malfoy in hatred.

That's when he saw the Snitch, hovering inches above Malfoy's left ear.

Malfoy was too busy laughing at Harry to see it.

In the end, in order to catch the Golden Snitch, Harry was hit twice by the Bludger, endured the pain of having his right arm broken, and rushed straight towards Malfoy.

Malfoy thought Harry was going to die with him, and hurriedly avoided Harry with curses, but he didn't realize that Harry was trying to catch the Snitch a few inches above his left ear.

Then Harry fell straight down, into the mud, his right arm hanging at a very strange angle, but his other hand still held the Snitch tightly.

With Madam Hooch's whistle blowing, Gryffindor won the match.

The people in the stands rushed over while cheering, trying to check Harry's injuries.

In the center of the circle, Harry, who woke up again after a coma, was full of panic and resistance, trying to stop Lockhart who was about to cast spells on him.

To make matters worse, Colin slipped out of the crowd with his camera in his arms, excitedly taking pictures of Harry, even though he didn't look like he wanted to.

Eventually Harry was sent to the infirmary, but that was after Lockhart had cast his spell.

Harry's right arm looked like a thick, flesh-coloured rubber glove at the moment, and Lockhart hadn't set Harry's bones properly.He removed all the bones.

When John knew these things, it was already November. Except for going to school during this period, John spent most of his time processing the data collected that night.

These data inspired him to start researching new soul magic, so he captured the Peeves seal again as a test object.

Later, it seemed that Peeves was missing again, and the fat friar came again to take the initiative as an experimental product for John to study, and then there was another Nick.

Nick followed the fat friar quietly, because the last time Peeves disappeared, Nick noticed that the fat friar was also missing.

And then the two of them appeared in the castle almost at the same time.

Nick was wary of this, and naturally when Peeves disappeared again, Nick naturally began to pay attention to the whereabouts of the fat monk.

That's why, knowing that John was developing soul magic and the fat monk volunteered to be an experimental product, Nick also asked to join it.

His reason was very good, it was to repay John for helping him successfully join the Headless Hunter team, and he knew that being an experimental subject would not be dangerous, otherwise the fat friar would not be safe and sound until now.

As for Peeves, none of the ghosts in the castle liked him, and Nick even said that it would be a good thing for everyone to have him caught as a test subject.

So when John finished his research, let Peeves leave the laboratory, and attended Hagrid's afternoon tea, he heard Harry's complaint against Dobby.

According to Ron, this complaint started from the day Harry was admitted to the school hospital until now.

John had no doubts that if Harry had been a little more aggressive, perhaps Harry would have blown Dobby's head off immediately when Dobby appeared that day and said that he had done a series of things in secret.

After all, Harry didn't see any intention of saving him from the attacking Bludger.

And what drove Harry even more crazy was that no matter how he asked him why he did this, the answer he got was always that familiar head-knocking sound.

"Actually, Harry, as long as you tell Professor McGonagall all this in secret, and then design to lure Dobby out to prove his existence, then this matter will be over soon." John put down the teacup in his hand and said.

"Can this work?" Harry stopped complaining and asked a little unconfidently.

John said straightforwardly: "You have to try to trust the school and the professor, just like when you are at the station, you can release Hedway and ask her to send a letter to the professor, and the professor will come to pick you up, you know the little wizard If you didn’t come to school, what you are most worried about is actually the professors, not yourselves.”

Hagrid nodded at the side and said, "Yes, Harry, you should trust the professor, not to mention anything else, don't you trust Professor McGonagall? Worse, even if I'm not a professor, you should trust me!"

Hearing what John and Hagrid said, Harry and Ron bowed their heads in embarrassment. They really didn't think of this at the time.

A way to lure Dobby was discussed in Hagrid's hut. Two days after the party ended, Harry sent a surprise letter telling John that Dobby had been caught.

From between the lines, one could feel Harry's sense of relief. Even if Dobby did all this with good intentions, Harry would rather not have such good intentions.

And it was also because of Dobby's crazy behavior that Hermione, who hadn't gotten to know the house-elf in detail yet, became a little more wary of this creature.

After all, the anger shown by Harry's continuous accusation was definitely from the heart.

But soon, Harry and the others put Dobby's matter behind them, because a big event happened recently.

When John came to the auditorium, there was a group of people gathered around the bulletin board, staring at a freshly stapled piece of parchment.

"Duel Club?"

John didn't expect that even though there was no attack, Lockhart would still propose to establish a dueling club, which was an absolute disaster for him.

John had no interest in this club at all, but what John didn't expect was that Professor Snape, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, would keep him in the Potions class two days later.

"Join the dueling club?"

"Yes, the professor who joined the duel club has a chance to choose an assistant, and I chose you."

Professor Snape looked at John, waiting for his answer.

John thought for a while, since it was Professor Snape's choice, John would naturally not refuse, after all, Professor Snape taught himself all the skills in Potions without reservation.

Now that Professor Snape made such a small request, John would look like a white-eyed wolf if he refused.

"Very good." Professor Snape folded his hands on his chest and slightly raised his chin. "You are facing our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He has a wealth of experience in confronting enemies and adventures. I hope John will not Keep your hands and show your full strength!"

His current full strength?

Professor Snape, if you want Lockhart to die without a whole body, you can just say it directly, there is no need to beat around the bush.

Not to mention him who has now completed the Animagus ritual, even Lockhart, who has just returned from Tanya's world, is probably no match for him.

Knowing that Lockhart couldn't cast the Iron Armor Curse, John at that time could have given him a "My lord, times have changed".

However, Professor Snape almost told him to teach Lockhart a good lesson, and John would naturally not let go of such an opportunity.

We must know that during this period of time, according to the feedback from the alchemy monitor and John's perception, the legendary value of Lockhart's body has begun to decline, presumably because more and more young wizards doubt him.

When the club's affairs are over, his legendary value is estimated to usher in a sharper drop, and such a strong change is more conducive to John's observation and data collection for research.

(End of this chapter)